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For You

By: Gojenngo



She stood on the opposite side of the threshold, looking for the entire world like the conservative businesswoman she was. Her suit was a basic black under which she wore a simple white blouse. However, if one took the time to notice he would see that her coat was cut a little too tight accenting perfectly pert breasts and her skirt was just on the other side of decent. The only thing that suggested that underneath it all lie the heart of a slut were the four-inch high-heeled "fuck-me" shoes she wore. 

He smiled approvingly and stepped back. 

She hesitated before stepping over the threshold. This wasn't the first time she had come and she knew what was expected of her. Once he closed the door behind her every thing would change.

Max smiled at her hesitation; she was excited, of course, but also a little bit afraid. Her fear and uncertainty fed him. He crowded her a little as she brushed by and made sure to slam the door behind her. Here, in this place, he intimidated her.

He walked around her, heading down the hall toward the back of the house and into the kitchen. Max didn't need to look back to know that she followed him. 

She set her coat and purse down on the back of a kitchen chair and stood still, waiting expectantly for him.

"Would you care for something to drink?" He asked.

"Yes, please."

"What can I get you?" He moved to the large, industrial sized refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine, setting it one the counter beside a bottle of red.

"A glass of wine would be nice."

"Red or white?"

"White."

Max handed her a glass of the red. He watched her as she accepted the glass and took a drink. When her tongue darted out to lick the warm wine from her lips he thought he'd cum right then. He offered her his hand and pulled her into the sitting room.

The lights were low, most of the room's illumination coming from the fire. Minimal furniture gave the impression that the room was larger than it really was. There was a large, leather couch pressed up against one wall and a matching armchair across the room. 

As they walked in the room's only other occupant stood up to greet them. Max introduced as Steve, a friend and colleague. She smiled and shook his hand. With a wave of his hand Max indicated that she was to take the armchair while he joined Steve on the couch. As they nursed their drinks they talked about work and some of their colleagues before moving on to sports. They did ask her to participate in the conversation; in fact they acted as if she wasn't even there.

She sipped her wine before placing her glass on the table. She was tense; the anticipation she had felt throughout the days was growing into astronomical proportions as she sat watching them. Max was an attractive man in an understated sort of way. When a person looked at him he saw an intelligent man in his early thirties with brown hair and blue eyes. When she looked at him she saw her Master; a man who could and would make her do anything with nothing more than a word. Sometimes as little as a look. 

His friend Steve was almost a complete opposite to Max. Where Max was average in height Steve was tall; where Max was slender Steve was built broad across the chest and shoulders. Both men were attractive and it would be a pity if she were forbidden to take part in tonight's activities. On more than one occasion she'd been summoned to Max's house to watch him enjoy the pleasure of another man or woman or both while forbidding her to do anything but watch. 

On those nights he sent her home, her cunt dripping wet, with orders that she wasn't to touch herself until he gave his permission. The torture could last for hours or days before she finally got the call. The last time ten hours had passed before he called her at work and instructed her to slide her fingers into her cunt and cum for him.

Already wet and afraid that there would be no release, she whimpered softly.

Max heard her sounds of distress and smiled. He could see what she was thinking, her emotions were written all over her face. She was so damn expressive that it was easy for him to know what would cause her the greatest discomfort and bring her the most joy. He loved to please her almost as much as he loved to torture her. Her distress at being denied pleasure was too appealing to ignore.

She was perfect. Two years under his tutelage had taught her much. She still made mistakes, like voicing her preference of wine, but if there were nothing left to teach her he would quickly become bored. But tonight he had something of a reward in mind, for both of them.

Max turned back to Steve and smiled. His long time friend was well aware of his arrangement with her and he enjoyed engaging in all manner of sex but this would be the first time he'd been invited to participate with the two of them.

Never taking his eyes off Steve he told her to strip.

Without hesitation she stood and unbuttoned her blouse before slowly letting it slide to the floor. She caressed herself as she moved her hands to the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper. The material was tight and had to be pushed off her hips. When she stood in nothing but her bra, garter, and stocking she stepped out of her shoes. Her breathing coming faster she released the hooks on her bra and freed her full breasts. They were already swollen and heavy and the dark pink nipples were semi-erect. She turned to the side, lifted her right leg onto the chair, and unhooked her stocking from her garter. The delicate silk material slid of her leg and joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. When the other leg was bared she turned back to face them.

Max sat and watched Steve through the show. He'd seen her naked countless times and though the sight never failed to arouse him, Max found that he enjoyed watching Steve becoming aroused even more. Max let her stand there for a moment, stretching it out until he knew she wanted to squirm. "Sit with your legs hooked over the arms of the chair.

She sat back in the chair and slowly spread her legs until they rested on the arms of the chair. She was wet and even from here she knew that Steve would be able to see the juices flowing from her cunt. Unable to stop herself, she started to slide her hand down towards her pussy.

"No." Max's voice cut quick across the room. He turned and glared at her; he would have to remember to punish her for that later on.

Max took Steve's drink and set it on the table along side his. He could feel her watching him as he settled back on the couch. Steve was also watching him expectantly, it would seem that Max was in complete control of them both, and that was as it should be.

Max looked at Steve. "Kiss me," he ordered.

Steve was all too happy to obey. He leaned over and slid his tongue inside Max's mouth, licking and sucking on his tongue. At the same time his hands began to explore, sliding under his shirt to pluck and pinch at small, male nipples. He pulled him up off the couch and quickly stripped him of his clothes before dropping to his knees and taking his cock in his mouth. 

Max moaned and started fucking Steve's face, his eyes on her. He could see the juice sliding out of her pussy and onto the chair beneath her. Her clit was red and swollen like a little cock and he knew that it would throb against his tongue. Just thinking about how good she would taste was enough to bring him closer to coming. "Enough!" He pulled his cock out of Steve's mouth and went to kneel in front of her.

She hadn't moved but he could see how much it was costing her. Her breathing was coming faster and faster and her fists were clenched on the tops of her thighs. He knew she wanted to feel him filling her cunt with his cock but she was going to have to wait.

"Hmmm..." was all Max said as he lowered his face to her pussy. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating as he buried his nose in her pubic hair. He wouldn't let her shave it but allowed her to keep it trimmed. Her pussy was like a present; the hair hiding the secrets and it was his pleasure to unwrap it with his tongue. He started at the base of her cunt, stroking her with long, hard licks of his tongue. Each time he passed his tongue over her pussy his mouth was filled with her juices. She covered his face from nose to chin and he stopped to lick his lips.

Steve had followed him across the room and bent over to lick the juices from his chin. When his face was clean he bent down and once again started flicking his tongue, only this time he paid particular attention to her clit. Sure enough it was throbbing and he knew that she was close to coming. He backed off and worked his way down until he could slide his tongue deep into her cunt. Her pussy muscles clenched and tried to pull his tongue in deeper.

She was hungry for him and after a minute of fucking her with his face he decided to honor her with his cock. He was hard and swollen; he pulled her ass towards the edge of the chair and slammed his cock inside of her. She cried out and thrust her hip up to meet him.

"Harder! Please, fuck me harder!" Max instantly slowed down and shifted into short, shallow thrusts never letting his cock go in more than an inch.

She whimpered and looked at him, pleading with her eyes. He loved to hear her scream but he also loved to torture her. To make her wait until she thought she would go insane before allowing her release. When he made her wait her orgasms were almost strong enough to squeeze his cock right off.

She kept lifting her hips trying to bring his cock deeper into her cunt.

At that moment he felt Steve moving behind him. While he'd been busy fucking her cunt Steve and been preparing to fill Max's ass with his cock. Steve was large but Max had been fucked by him before and knew what to expect. Steve grabbed his ass and pulled his cheeks apart before pressing the head of his cock up against Max's asshole. With one, fierce thrust Steve shoved his cock all the way in. The movement forced Max forward until his cock was buried in her pussy.

God! She felt like she was going to explode. His cock fill her cunt was wonderously for the first time in days and she held on. She hooked her ankles around Max's legs, below the thighs so as not to get in Steve's way.

Steve continued to pound his way into Max's ass; each thrust pushed through Max and settled into her pussy. He imagined that he could almost feel her; it was as if Max were an extension of Steve's cock. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up against his body. He leaned forward and rocked his hips against Max's ass at the same time he reached around and started finger her clit. 

She screamed. "Please!"

Max smiled, "Please what?"

"I'm going to come."

"Not until I say so." Max knew he couldn't hold her back for long. The long wait coupled with the numerous and intense stimulation were pushing them all towards and explosive climax.

"Please! I can't hold on." She struggled, tightening her muscles around his cock trying to keep from coming. Her entire body vibrated with the need to come; Max's cock was pounding away at her in time with Steve's thrusts and Steve's fingers were working their magic on her clit. He squeezed, pinched, pulled, and plucked at the sensitive nub until she threatened to break a part. She could no longer control the convulsions that swept through her body.

Max saw her struggle and at that moments felt Steve reach down and cup his balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand. The feeling of his balls pushed up against his body combined with her wet, throbbing cunt surrounding his cock and Steve pounding away in his ass sent him over the edge. "Yes! Now, come for me! Come on, baby. Come."

She let go and her entire body snapped. One minute she was wound tight as a spring the next saw her entire body liquefied. As her cunt throbbed and pulsated she could feel Max shooting his cum up against her G-spot. The sensation of hot cum sent another ripple of pleasure coursing through her. 

Steve listened to the sounds of their orgasms and watched as she shuddered beneath him and Max but it wasn't until he felt Max squeezing his ass cheeks together that Steve shot his load. Again and again, he slammed his cock into Max's cum filled ass until he was completely drained.

Max pulled her down off the chair and onto the floor where the three of them fell into a heap of sweat and cum covered bodies. They were breathing hard and every once in a while one of them would shudder sending waves of pleasure coursing through them all. 

Sometime later Max returned to his senses. Steve was curled up behind him, his cock pressed against his wet ass while she lay cuddled up against his chest.

As if she sensed him looking at her she opened her eyes and smiled.

Max frowned. "I owe you a punishment."

If it was possible, her smile actually brightened.

THE END

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For You...



My face is cold and red from the cold air as I walk with my arm linked in yours. I do not mind the cold air tonight, I can only hope you don't mind it either. I smile up at the sky, and point a gloved hand up to the stars. 

"Orion, see, his belt, and those stars are his legs and his arms pulling back is his bow." I say excitedly. You smile, eyes sparkling like the stars, I cannot tell if you are smiling about my knowledge of the constellation or my excited way of sharing with you information I know. 

"I used to know the legend of him when I was a girl, my head was always filled with legend and mythos then." I sigh rather disappointed, but a small smile escapes as I unhook my arm and quickly sidestep to your ear.

"Now my head is only filled with thoughts of you," I whisper, taking a small nibble at the cold flesh of your sweet earlobe. Before you can catch me I turn and run towards the house, smiling. Peels of laughter escape my lips as I feel your strong arms encircle my waist as you catch me and pull me to the door. 

"Hot chocolate for the winner, with whipped cream and everything, to make you warm." I say rather breathlessly. As you unlock the door, you pull me to you.

"I would prefer to get warm in another fashion," you whisper in my ear with a soft purr. 

I turn my head towards you and look into your eyes; you smile mischievously and pull me in the house with you. I peel off my coat, stuffing my gloves in my pockets, my cheeks red from the cold, but becoming warmed by being back inside, and thoughts of you. I watch you as you peel of your parka, your cheeks reddened, and your hands cold. I wrap my arms about your waist and kiss those poor red cheeks of yours. Then give you a small kiss on your soft, cold lips. I look up into your eyes and smile, and pull away. 

"Where are you going?" You call as I walk down the hall. 

"To make your chocolate to keep you warm..." 

"I don't need chocolate to keep me warm, come back here."

"Come get me." I say taunting him. 

It didn't take him long to come into the kitchen then. I bustled about, looking for the milk and chocolate. Turning on the stove, pouring in the milk into the pan. I turn to see you leaning against the doorway just watching me. You stand there just contently watching, as I move about the kitchen. Stirring the milk, looking for the chocolate sauce, and slowly pouring the hot milk in a mug, stirring in the chocolate, and adding a glob of whipped cream to the top. I smile and walk over to you in the doorway of the kitchen, and hand you the piping hot mug of hot chocolate. 

"For you...I made this for you, to keep you warm." 

"I told you I would rather have other things keep me warm." 

I look at him in a small pout. 

"But I made this for you..."

"You didn't make yourself any."

I just nod at your comment and pull you to the table to drink your hot chocolate. I sit across from you. Just watching, then I get up and put away the milk and sauce, and close up the whipped cream, licking a tiny glob from my finger. Place all the items in the refrigerator and put the pot in the sink to be washed later. You sigh, as you finish up the hot chocolate. 

"Did you like your hot chocolate? Did it make you warm?"

"Yes, but I told you I would rather have something else keep me warm."

I ignore your comment yet again. I kiss you sweetly on the cheek, and wrap my arms about your neck from behind and kiss your ear.

"Close your eyes," I whisper, with a soft coo, "Close your eyes and stay here, keep them closed."

I leave you at the table as I go and get my surprise. A small package, wrapped in silver paper, I hold it in my hands and smile, carrying it to you.

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes," you mumble.

"Good," I say and place the package on the table in front of you.

I move behind you again, back in my position with my arms wrapped around your neck and my lips to your ear.

"Open them." I whisper softly.

"What's this?"

"For you... Open it."

You rip through the shiny silver paper. Finding a movie you enjoy. 

"Why did you get me this?"

"For you, to watch."

"I would rather watch other things." You smile, and give me a sweet thank you kiss. 

I smile, and pull you to your feet. 

"Come on, let's watch it."

"I told you, I would rather watch other things." 

I make a tisking sound and pull you into the living room and sit you on the couch. You watch as I put in the movie. I then walk behind you on the couch and begin to massage your shoulders, back and neck. I lightly kiss your temples. You sigh contently, yet with a small amount of wanting.

"Come sit with me, hun."

"Not yet." I say with a smile. 

I disappear down the hall. You wonder what I am doing, though you are somewhat involved in your movie, and do not wish to get up and find out. I smile as I hear you laugh as you watch your movie. I softly creep out. From behind I wrap a blanket over you.

"For you," I whisper "to make you comfortable."

You sigh, but this time happily because you see that I plan on sharing this blanket with you. I hear a small murmur escape from your lips when you see that I have decided to change into my silky green nightie. I climb onto your lap, as my head rests on your shoulder and my bare legs intertwine with your legs. I give you soft kisses and whisper sweet words as you watch your movie. Your hand caresses my legs as a small reward for my attentions to you. 

As the movie ends I go to get up to shut it off, you shake your head 'no' and pull me down and closer to you, holding me tightly against you. You trail kisses in my hair and cheeks. You get up, wrap me in a blanket and pull me with you to your room. You close the door behind you, and slowly begin to unwrap me from the blankets. I open my mouth to speak, but you place your finger against my lips, which I kiss softly. You smile, and bring your lips down to mine. Our kiss deepens, our tongues dance, as you hold me to you. As we kiss your hands slid down my body, following the curves of my hips, down, around, and back up, there was nothing your hands didn't touch. 

Gently you slide the straps of my nightie from my shoulders, letting the nightie slip down my body as you gather me into your arms and hold me closer then you ever have. My skin feels as if it were on fire as we kiss passionately. Every touch sending electricity through me as you slowly push me to the bed. You quickly remove your clothing and join me; your body covers mine, as you kiss my lips, cheek, my neck, and ears. I shiver with delight at all the feelings your mouth causes. Your kisses send tingles down my body as your kisses continue down my shoulders, nibbling and kissing them. My hands wrap around your neck and grip your shoulders; I can feel your hands scaling down my body, starting wildfires on my skin. I gasp when your mouth came to my breasts, you smile as I moan softly as your tongue lightly licks them, trailing saliva across my chest. You hear my soft whimper as your tongue dances across a nipple. You feel my breathing increase and my body squirm as your lips encloses and sucks on one nipple, while your fingers, twist and pull slightly at the other nipple. 

You switch several times, your mouth tasting each one until they were wet and hard. Then your mouth moves down kissing and nibbling each rib, you hear my soft giggles as you tickle me with your mouth. As your mouth plays with my tummy, your hand slides down between my thighs, finding it very hot and wet. You hear my soft moan as your finger grazed my clit. You trail kisses down my abdomen, and then lower. I arch my back preparing for kisses I was expecting and desire, but you smile impishly and kiss my thighs instead, nibbling on the creamy flesh. You hear a soft sigh of disappointment and smile softly. It does not take long for my scent to entice you, and you lips soon shower my warm, wet lips with kisses. Your tongue slides itself along my lips lapping up my sweet juices. My moans and whimpers fill the room and encourage you to continue with your explorations. Your tongue flicks against my clit rapidly, my body begins to thrash and twist beneath you. You take your hands and hold my tummy down, then you take my hard nub and begin to suck, lightly at first, but soon you suck harder and harder. A cry of pleasure tries to escape my lips but I bite my lip, you give one final hard suck and soon my pleasures takes me over as I release into your waiting mouth. 

My head falls back to the bed and my breathing is hard and labored. You smile up at me as you climb up my body, coming up until our lips barely touch. I can smell my scent on your lips and breathe; you pull me in, kissing me savagely. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue. I enjoy tasting myself there. As the kiss grows longer, I can feel your hardness against my inner thigh as you slowly turn your body to cover mine, the tip of you against my wet lips, you rub yourself there suggestively and purr in my ear. I wrap my legs around you as you slowly part my lips. 

Then in one smooth stroke you posses me fully. I whimper at as I feel you buried deep in me, and then you slowly pull out, only to enter again quickly. My moans and gasps mix with your soft grunts as you thrust into me faster and harder. My body gripping yours, pulling it inside, you call my name as your thrusts become more urgent and full of fire. My body, gripped by desire, holds you close and deep inside as you give one final hard thrust. I cry out as my body spasms, for the second time, with pleasure. I feel your warm hot liquid fill me as you pulsate deep inside. You fall into my arms as I hold you close; your lips kiss my neck as I hear your soft whisper.

"For you..."



For You



Prologue 

Rosa walked into the sunlight and looked up to see a one lonely single cloud in the clear sky. 

She looked back to her new place she had bought five months ago and she had made her choice. She didn't tell Tyler or Ryan. She knew what she had to do. And it was the hardest decision but she had to leave them. 

It was eight months ago she found out she was pregnant. It was time to run away from her love ones. She had to face the truth, she was alone and had made her bed now, well you know how that saying goes.

She still knew something like this could happen back when she was younger. But did not fully comprehend that this will be the path she was lead on. 

She remember her frist night with Tyler. She remember Ryan. She would miss them. But she had to do this for her and her unborn child.

Her stomach moved knowing what was ahead. Rosa looked back at the sky hoping it would rain today, it need to wash all the dirt away. She felt like she was dead inside, not seeing Tyler or Ryan since that day. 

Chapter One: You lose

Tyler left Rosa on floor and went to the market to get another pregnancy test. 

Rosa knew deep down she was carrying life. There was no doubt about it. She was a bad person this was her mistake. 

"Rosa I'm back" Tyler called out. 

Rosa picked herself up and faced Tyler. He stood there looking handsome as always. She took his life away, to have kids with someone else and to be happy in a normal life.

The moment she found out she was having a baby. Didn't matter if it was Ryan or Tyler's. Tyler would stick by her and raise it with her. He loved her so much. That it hurt Rosa to see it. She destroyed his life by crawling in his bed that night. He could have been happy. Had normal life. Now it was a lie to the world. 

"Tyler, there is no use. I'm pregnant and I know it." 

Tyler stared at Rosa. "No you don't know."

Rosa walked towards him. "Tyler I'm four weeks late. I thought I skipped my period cause of stress but now I know that was not true."

Tyler breath in and sat down on the bed. "What are we going do?" 

Rosa look at her twin. Her soulmate. She knew Tyler was everything to her but she could see she hurt him all her life. She was in love with him. 

Rosa knew she had to let him go. "Tyler I don't think it yours." she whispered. 

Tyler stare up and shocked filled his eyes. "What. Who's then?" It clicked in his eyes. He thought it was one time deal after they fought that once and she need comfort with Ryan but Ryan did mean something to Rosa. 

"well that's great." Tyler threw up his hands. "I'm glad this baby won't be deformed." 

"Tyler please." Rosa knew she had to do it, she had to let him go. 

Tyler grabbed Rosa's arm. He smashed his lips against hers. Kissing her hungrily like he was starved. 

He shoved his tongue in her shocked mouth. He was crazed, Rosa felt heated increase in her body like a storm. 

She grasp on to Tyler's head pulling on his hair to make him come more closer to her face. She wrapped her legs around his, making sure he knew what she wanted. 

Tyler ground his lower pelvis in Rosa's. Placing his hands on her buttocks to hold her up against his body. Tyler walked across the room and place her slight frame on the dresser. As he shove his hands in her hair.

"Tyler. Please." Rosa said. Not knowing what she want. She want him to ease up but she wanted more.

Tyler seemed to hear her. He rip opem Rosa's button up top and threw it to the ground as he licked and suckled her neck. 

All Rosa could do was wrapped her legs round Tylers body to give herself to him completely. 

"Tyler please." Rosa whispered.

Tyler bit into her lower lip so hard. Rosa moaned at the pain. 

"Enough Rosa, can you think how you hurt me. You were my first." He grabbed her by the arms and carried her to bed as his body crashed into hers. "My first and you go around town like you did not care about me." Tyler stared into Rosa eyes. That filled with tears. 

"I saved myself for you. You drove me crazy flirting around, as we were kids. I want you so much and still do. How could you sleep with some else?" Tyler questioned her. 

Rosa just felt deep down she wasn't good enough for him. "I don't know."

Tyler angry thrusted forward in his jeans against Rosa's skirt. Rosa moaned at the small contact.

"Why Rosa. Why do you have to break my heart. You belong to me ever since we were little. I knew it. We have a connection. Your my soulmate." Tyler silenced himself by bending down kissing her to prove a point. 

Tyler than rip down her skirt leaving on her bra and panties. Tyler shrugged off his shirt. He stared down and lean down placing his hands down on each side of her head. 

"I love you Rosa." Tyler whispered.

Then reached down and unsnap her front clasp bra and pulled down her panties. 

Tyler drop his pants and his underwear with it. His cock was sprung free with a force. Rosa reached out towards Tyler. Rubbing her hands up his muscle body. Tyler grabbed her hands placing them over his heart as he thrusted into her. 

Rosa gasped. She tighten her body. Trying to make sure he wouldn't leave her. Tyler then stayed in her for it seemed like hours 

"Tyler." Rosa moaned and arched backed to get more Tyler's in her. 

Tyler began moving slowly in and out. With deep powerful thrusts. Rosa felt the pressure bulid in her, ready to let go. She could take it. She need air, she need water, she need something for her soul to survive. She want her Tyler to stop but she need to exploded first. 

"Almost." Rosa panted.

Shifting her legs to wrap around Tyler's muscle back. She arched ready to explode. 

"Look into my eyes." Tyler said with forced. Rosa raised her eyes to his. He was furious. But she could see the heat that was buliding in his eyes. They look animal not even human. 

"Want you to know who is fucking you Rosa. Your brother. You lover. Your soulmate. I'm slamming my cock in you right now." he said as he slammed hard in to her. 

Rosa whimpered because of the pain it felt so good. "I know who you are." Rosa shouted as he was close to edge. 

Tyler took out his cock but the tip, not letting her reached her peak.

Rosa panted hard and moved her hips back and forth. Trying to grind herself on his member.

"Your the love of my life" she whimpered. "I love you, Tie" 

Tyler eyes glazed over and he shove what energy he had left into her. Riding her like he she was prize horse. 

Finally Rosa fell apart and squeezed Tyler. Sending him of the edge. 

Rosa felt her body tense and loosen as she fell in a daze from what could be describe the best sex of her life. 

Their sweaty bodies lay there intertwine. Tyler pulled out and slid beside Rosa. They lay on bed looking each other holding hands like two innocent kids. 

"I love you" Tyler whispered with so much passion. 

"And I love you, Tie." Rosa closed her eyes and fell to sleep. 

Rosa awoke to the moonlight streaming down in her face. She looked over to Tyler`s face. At peace for once. He was her brother and her love of her life. 

She knew in second she would chose him over Ryan. But he would never be prefect fit for her. Ryan was a man that was perfect and loved her. She had to pick him. But she couldn't without knowing that was in love with her twin. She knew this now as she saw looked in eyes, as he demand she knew it was him making love to her, he would lose it if she went with Ryan. Rosa got up slowly and then went to her purse quietly took out her phone. She walked out of bedroom down the hallway trying not to make a sound to call Ryan. 

"Hello?" Ryan said. 

"It's me sorry It's late but I need to ask you something?" 

"Rosa. Of course." Ryan laughed. 

Rosa sighed. "I'll meet you at your house in ten minutes."

"Ok I'll wait right here."

Rosa hang up and look to upstairs. She had to do this. She got her coat and left her place. Hoping Tyler wouldn't wake up before she got back. 

Chapter Two: Can you run and hide?

Ten minutes later Rosa got up to Ryan's door. 

Ryan open the door wearing only sweat pants. If this man body was on display at cake shop, no one could resist buying it. He was bulky and knowing what was downstairs he had it all. The looks, money, gentleman, and a body that was made by a god. 

"Ryan." Rosa said.

"What's wrong?". Ryan rub his eyes. 

Rosa instant went in for a hug. She knew what she had to do. "I have to come clean about something." She hug him tight. She knew her answer. 

Ryan let her in his house. "Okay what's the deal?" His eyes sparkled from just waking up. 

"I lied. When I first met you. I was involve with someone. I'm not going to say who. But we were close." Rosa paced around trying to come clean but not dragging Tyler in it. 

Ryan took a deep breath. "I knew something was up but couldn't put my finger on it. I just knew you were someone i had to get to know but ididnt know why." 

Rosa stare in his eyes. "I love you, Ryan and I don't think I'm ready to marry anyone."

Ryan nodded then looked at the ground. "If that's what you feel is best then I can't stop it. I love you too much to force you into something that your not ready for."

Rosa then stared up to him. "Ryan" she paused. " I need a DNA sample to see if your father of my baby." 

Ryan stood back and his head shot up. "What?" 

Rosa looked off to the side. "I don't know who the father is. Could be the other guy or you. I dont know who i want to be the father" she said at last knowing that was true.

Ryan nodded. "I understand I will do anything. Rosa I'll be there for you if this baby is mine. But Rosa." 

Rosa stared at Ryan seeing him trying to fight emotions replaying over his face, Ryan was alweay in control he rarely lost himself. 

"Rosa, I can't be with you if it's not mine. What your saying is true then you cheated on me. Or didn't tell me you were in another relationship. Right now I love you but for the best I can't trust you." Ryan said putting hands over his face. 

Rosa start crying. "I'm sorry Ryan for dragging you in my life and this is a big mess. I don't know what I'm doing but I need to know if you the father." Ryan nodded.

" I think it's best for you to leave right now, Rosa." Ryan sighed as he open the door. "I'll call you when I'm ready to speak and if you need me before then, please call me." 

Rosa nodded as she walked out. Ryan slowly shut the door. Rosa stared into his eyes. They were filled with sadness. And all she want to do was make it ok. But she was the one that hurt him. Ryan shut the door. Ryan was never like other guys. He would never raise his voice or hurt her. That hurt her more inside cause in another life time she could have been happy with him. Rosa gazed at the door for a minute then head home. 

Rosa walked up the steps soon as she was about to open the door, it swung open. Tyler was standing there. Rosa looked up to see Tyler still sleepy but the look of betrayed. 

"Tyler, I went to Ryan's to ask for a DNA for the test if he is the father." Rosa said quietly as she enter the place. 

Tyler nodded and then kissed her forehead. "I love you, I'll be here no matter what. Sorry I freak out but I can't bare thought of not having you in my life." Tyler wrapped his arms around Rosa's small petite body. 

Rosa felt warmth creep into her skin. She always will feel safe with Tyler. Her twin. No one could change that. 

Tyler grabbed her hand and walked her up to their room. 

Chapter Three: Timeline

Two months later. 

Rosa sat down and took a deep breath. She look down at the sample. Ryan gave her a swap of DNA. When the time came down she would give birth to her baby then find if Ryan was father or not.

Ryan told her once she had the baby and to tell him about the news. Rosa sighed again. She knew what she had to do. Tyler and her had been great ever since they talked. They had been talking and been closer again.

Ryan was pretty much out picture, she only saw him once. He looked sad. Rosa felt horrible and but knew he was better off without her. Her plan was about to be set in motion.

She bought a little place for her and her baby to grow up in. She knew no matter what happen she had to give Tyler a chance without her in it. She had to be strong and stand on her two feet. 

"Hey babe what are you looking at?" Tyler asked as came closer to Rosa. 

Rosa hid the bag in her purse. "Oh nothing just some pills I have to take to make the baby sure is healthy." She smiled at Tyler. Has he bent down to kiss her on the lips. 

"I love you." Tyler looked into Rosa's eyes meaning what he said. 

Rosa nodded. "I love you too." 

Tyler hugged her and kissed her again. "Ok so I'll only be gone for two days for work. You have my number and the hotel number if you need to reach me." 

Rosa smiled. "Yeah got all that, trust me it be okay. Now go before for you are late, silly." 

Tyler laughed then started to walk away. "Is something wrong?" he asked turning back. 

"Why would there be anything wrong?" she said. 

Tyler just looked at her and laughed. "Sorry I thought it felt like you were.." he trailed off. "Never mind. I am silly. Bye." 

Rosa waited then got up to look out of the window to see if Tyler's car had left. She waited a couple more minutes. Got everything packed and ready. She lay down on the bed she shared with Tyler and started crying. "I love you till I'll die." she said softly holing hands over her belly. She knew she was talking to her baby and Tyler at same time. 

Rosa finally got up and placed letter on the bed. And walked out of the house. Looking back one last time. Then moved forward with her bags. It was time to leave. This was her finally decision. 

As Tyler got the road he sense something off but couldn't figure out what it was. He looked down at text from Rosa. It said. "I'll call you if anything goes wrong. But my phone is acting weird have go shop to fix. See you when you get back. Love rosa." 

Tyler thought that was strange then he remember for the past week Rosa said her phone was acting weird. He nodded and sent back text. "Ok talk to you when I get home. I love you" He smiled could wait to get this over with so he could cuddle up with Rosa on their bed. 

Everything seemed to have been more than great. He sighed and place his phone in his bag. As he looked out the window. 

Rosa took a bus then another bus to get to the small town that she had bought a small house with cash. She didn't tell anyone of her plan not even Ryan or Tyler. She need to stop screwing up their lives and live apart from them. She drop her bags in her house and sighed. 

Five months later. 

Tyler sat at his chair with a glass of scotch in his hand. He could barely hold it up since he was drunk. He didn't where he went wrong. He tried calling, texting her but the phone was disconnected. He didn't know how to get hold of her. 

He stared at letter again. It was crumple and still smelled like Rosa. He read the letter again. "Tie I'm sorry what I put you through and it was my mistake. I know I want something I could not have and destroyed it by loving it too much. I'm sorry. Do you remember that night were we moved in to old bat's house? That night I thought I was losing myself. I thought it was falling apart but you brought me back. But I took your life away. I'm sorry I love you. Don't come looking for me. I'm alright and I know what I have to do. This is goodbye, Tie maybe I'll see you again but I can't take it. I ruin everything I touch. I want to do good by this baby. Give it life I never had. Love with all my heart. Rosa." 

Tyler eyes streamed down with tears. He couldn't 

take it anymore. He tried getting hold of Ryan but he didn't know anything either. Ryan told him that Rosa said she was happy and starting a new life, she will contact them when she was ready. Tyler felt sorry for him. But Rosa was always going to be his. 

Rosa look up to her little house. She was now eight months pregnant. She was carrying a baby girl. She knew she had to protect her. She sat on the swing outside. She always love a big front porch with bench swing in front of the house. Rosa looked at the sky and wonder what Tyler was doing right now. 

She hadn't seen or heard from since she left him. It was breaking her heart. She felt like there was a hole and then a pain came shooting into her body. 

Rosa gasped then she get another one in her stomach. She cried out. She couldnt have been havinga baby. It was too soon. But then felt another stab. She walked slowly over to her neighbor's house and knocked on the door. 

The door open and stood a young man about the age of eighteen. He was very handsome. "Hi is Sam here?" Rosa spoked holding her stomach. 

The guy shook his head. "No my mom and dad went out. Do you want to leave a message?" 

"Ahhhh" Rosa shrieked out as she felt the pain again. 

"Are you ok?". The young man came to hold on to Rosa. 

"I think I'm having my baby." Rosa whispered about to faint. 

"Here let me drive you, my name is Adam." As he lift her up in his arms like she weigh nothing. 

He ran over the small car and placed her in. He got in car starting it up. Rosa look over to him. 

"Thank you.". She smiled knowing she be alright. 

Tyler felt the twitch again. Like string being pulled. It was pain in his lower belly. But Tyler didn't care up to this point. He drank more of the bottle till it was empty then fell a sleep. 

"It's a girl." said the doctor has he bought the tiny little buddle up so Rosa could see it. Rosa just felt a peace looking into her eyes. The doctor hand her over to the nurse. The nurse then check to make sure everything was alright as she swap the baby. Taking her DNA. Rosa will finally going to know if Ryan was the father or not. 

Rosa lay back as nurse hand her little baby. She kept crying till she looked up into Rosa's eyes then suddenly stop. 

"I'm going to name you Lisa." she whispered. The baby closed her eyes falling to sleep like it was long journey to get there. 

"Rosa?" 

Rosa open her eyes. "Yes?". 

Nurse came forward "Do you want me to contact anyone?" 

Rosa sighed. "No I still have to find who the father is."

Nurse nodded. "Yes we took swap from your baby and the other swap. The test won't be in for two weeks. Are you sure don't want anyone here?" 

Rosa's eyes started watering up. She want Tyler and she wished didn't screw up with Ryan and Tyler's life. "No thank you. It's just me and my baby now." 

Nurse walked away leaving Rosa with her thoughts. It was going be long day. 

Chapter Four: Takes time

Two years later.

Tyler was finally settle in his life. He had a stable girlfriend named Emily. He felt for her but he didn't love her. Rosa was always in his mind. But it was time to move on. It had been long time since he last saw Rosa. He thought she would call after she had her baby but not a word from her. 

Emily was at his place cooking a meal for him and he thought it was going to be like any other day till he ran into Ryan on the street. 

Ryan was carrying flowers in his right hand and smiling happily. Tyler stop in his tracks. Ryan looked ahead and spot Tyler. 

They both stop and looked each for a second. "How are you doing Tyler?" Ryan asked. 

Tyler wonder who the flowers were for. Was he still seeing Rosa. He had only these question burning up but couldn't ask. "I'm good. How are you?" Tyler stuff his hands in his pocket. 

Ryan nodded. "I'm great.I was heading over to see my wife Laurie." 

Tyler just gasped. "Your married?" 

Ryan nodded. "Ever since Rosa told me the truth. I felt like I was lost everything till one day things I usually would have never gone or do.Had lead me straight to Laurie. It was like fate that I met her. I think it was because Rosa help me there. I thought she was the only one for a while then it hit me that could live without Rosa. But Laurie I can't."Ryan smiled sadly. 




For You



For My Master Who I Love:

Jessica and I sit on the loveseat across from you. After some small talk that could not compete with the sexual tension in the room, you smile your half smile and give us the slightest of nods. We instantly take the cue and lean into one another for a kiss. It is soft and deep and sensual and so much sweeter with you watching. Jessica's lips feel so plump and taste so delicious. I am at once lost in her kisses but completely aware of your gaze. 

I want more of her but look to you for guidance. You tell us to stand and strip for you. We help each other out of our clothes and stand side by side presenting our naked bodies to you. You regard the contrasts of our forms, Jessica's ripe breasts and full hips next to my smaller breasts and narrow waist. You know every curve and angle will be yours tonight. 

Jessica and I share another kiss and my hands caress her breasts, tracing the hardened nipples and gently squeezing the soft globes. I feel my cunt soak and know that hers too must be drenched. As if intuiting this, you instruct Jessica to sit on the coach and spread her legs wide. She opens her pretty cunt for you and you see it glisten. At your guidance, Jessica inserts her fingers into her wet cunt and she and I both greedily lick the juices from her fingers. You ask if I like what I taste and I tell you yes. You ask if I would like to put my tongue inside her and I tell you yes. You make me beg and plead before you allow me to get on my knees before her spread cunt and lick it. She is dripping and my tongue eagerly explores every crevice of her warm pink pussy. With two fingers inside of her and my tongue feverishly lapping at her clit, she is soon ready to explode but you have me take her to the edge and back several times before you permit her to gush her cum in my mouth.

My face covered in her juices, I turn to you to find you stroking your hard cock and smiling. I crawl to you on all fours and you reward me with a kiss. You taste Jessica's cunt on my mouth and take my bottom lip between your teeth. I could cum just from that but you whisper encouragement in my ear and I take your big cock into my mouth. Jessica watches and dreamily rubs her swollen cunt as I worship your cock, lovingly tracing circles around it before I take it down my throat. You hold the back of my hair tightly in your hand as I gag and choke on your beautiful cock. I love it so much that I can barely breath but soon I feel Jessica's face next to mine and know that I must share you. I guide your cock into her mouth and push her head down until she has swallowed it all. I do my best to help Jessica be a good little cocksucker for you but I am a greedy girl and need some too. We take turns feeding your cock to each other and covering it with licks and kisses together. 

You tell us you'd like to compare our cunts and have us lean over the back of the couch with our asses in the air. You move us close together so our asses our touching and Jessica and I smile at one another in anticipation of what's coming. Jessica moans first and although I can't see what's behind me, I know you are inside of her. I hold her hand as you fuck her and I know how good she must feel. You pull out of her cunt and enter me hard from behind. There is no feeling I love more than being filled by your cock and I gasp and moan with pleasure with you inside me.. You move between us pounding our cunts until we are both ready to explode. You let Jessica cum on your cock first but save a special surprise for me and let me cum with your cock in my ass. Jessica holds me in her arms as your big cock pushes into my tight asshole. I take the sweet pain of your cock ramming into my tiny hole and a scream out a orgasm that leaves my whole body shaking.

I collapse against Jessica and you pull out of my ass to unload your cum on both of our faces. We kiss the cum off each other's faces and you kiss the tops of our heads tenderly, telling us what good girls we've been for you. I am messy and sore and blissfully happy. Thank you Master. I love you so much.



For You



You make me realize the extent of my darkness that is becoming more and more apparent. A silent rage that you may be able to contain, or you may just unleash. For this reason I live in absolute obscurity. An uneasiness that if let run wild this instinctual desire that I may not be able to go back. I will have to satisfy these cravings, and as time moves forward, my desires well seasoned, I will have released the beast within. 

I caught this one myself. You have given her all to me. Your curiosity of my upcoming deeds is overwhelming. Have you found your match? I will show you what quenches my thirst, and then you decide if I may become yours. No commitment necessary. Do not over think this. 

I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs. I am excited, my daddy is home. You and I, hold an alliance, a perfect union. Which is frightening. How can so much pleasure arise from these depths? The little bitch is groaning in the closet. She hasn't been let out for days. You enter. You are pleased with me. I am released from my kennel. You show me your approval, your encouragement. I feel the essence of your love for me through every pore of my skin that you touch. It is time, to release my wrath on the poor one. But this is going to be a deceptive beautiful conquer. Full of manipulative lust. She will trust me. She will listen and obey me. I will give to her my gentle touch, my soft confidence. And she will give me herself. And I will let you watch. And you, my replica, will be certain.

She seems delirious. I have a nice hot bubble bath awaiting her. I have taken the extra time to build the ambiance. Red rose petals leading onwards. Sweet and poetic. On her hands and knees, I guide her for her wash time.

"You've been well behaved little one." I whisper while my hand caresses her cheek.

I help her into the bath. She seems pleased with the immersion into the tension healing waters. 

"You must forgive our harsh invite. It will make these next moments that more gratifying for you. I promise."

I wash her hair. She's so pretty, and trusting, and naive. Poor thing. Wipe soap off of her face. Gently cleanse her whole body. She's not restrained. She's tired.... I whisper luscious nothings in her ear. She reminds me of a virgin child. Without a clue of what my will is for her.

Daddy has left me alone with my little prize. I call him in. I need him to bind her arms behind her. I stroke her. You are such a good girl, whom your mommy is very pleased with. Bind her ankles. My hands are guiding her hair out of her face. Her lips a lively plush red. Her chin cradled in my hand. I hold her lips with my index finger and thumb. Tenderly push them together and take a loving nibble on the bottom one. Wipe it off along my thumb and lightly head down for a grasp along her neck. My grip becomes only tight enough for her to become aroused. Daddy's hands after tying her ankles together had made it up between her thighs. My hand around her neck, daddy gentle caress on her clitoris. She gasps and moans in delight now. 

She has shown us her good behavior and now is receiving her reward, so her thoughts go. But they are not mine. And daddy has given her to me. She's on the brink of orgasm. My grip becomes one of perfect discipline. There it is. The fright in her eye. The second guessing of whom she devoted herself to. One hand around her neck and my other grabs the top of her head and forces it into the waters. The clarity of mind, the power I control. I'll let her up. I let go. She is up and is gasping for air. I look at you with eyes so dilated you only see a slight ring of green encompassing the fury of black. I am seeking your approval. You nod your head. I engage her neck and now this time her face. I plunge this stupid fucks face into these chaotic cask of waves. Her body begs for any amount of control.. with her unwillingness to give in to her reality. I can't let go this time. I can't find the power to release or let this bitch go. The utter madness took over. The water is calming. And it's just the beginning of my new game to play with daddy.

We pull the now breathless frame from the tub. I ask you to wrap her tits for me. And with a swiftness, you complied. Her tits still warm now bound and popping out. Nipples erected and dank. My pussy is thumping with excitement. "My prize, look at my prize!" Wildly, I crawl on top of her. I press my clit over top her hell bound tit and ride it. My pussy receptive to her nipple's touch with every jerk of my hips. I start humping her tits like an animal. Like your animal, daddy. Once satiated, I turn my ass around on top of her face and start fucking it. I grip her tits as handles, and just start fucking her face until you allow me to cum. 

And there is you with a lovely smile on your face. Well pleased you grab my prize and take it to the living quarters. You untie her arms from her back so you may suspend them over her head.You hang my treasure, my prize. She is suspended in the air, hung on display....so I may marvel. Look what we have accomplished together. 



For You



I wasn't sure when he'd be home but I only knew that I missed his touch. He was working late again but that was really nothing new. He loved his job and I had always known that his work was his life so I never really complained.

I thought back to when we had met so many years ago and when I had known that we would have a life together. He was 35 and had been single for about a year and I was a young, naive 20 year old girl who didn't know what it was I wanted out of life yet. We had instantly connected in a way that I never had with my other two boyfriends and from that moment on, we were inseparable. 

The first time we had sex I had looked into his blue eyes as he moved above me, arms on either side of me with mine wrapped around his back to pull him to me, and I knew that this wasn't just sex anymore. This was lovemaking. His cock gently slid in and out of me as it searched for all of my secret buttons, his chest hair tickling my nipples...

I glance back at the clock and see that it was almost ten and sigh as I get up from the couch to pour myself another glass of wine as I hear my phone go off. I know it is him texting to tell me when he'll be home because he knows that I worry about him when he is out this late. 

Sighing again I stand in the living room doorway and think about putting on a movie to make the time go by faster but just as quickly I push the thought aside. I'm not in the mood for TV and know that I'd never be able to concentrate on a book. So I just stand there, slowly sipping my wine and I letting the flavors roll over my tongue, tasting the deep richness of the Merlot I had opened earlier in the night. 

As I scan the room, my eyes catch the shape of a discarded t-shirt that he has thrown carelessly across the room when I wasn't looking, landing behind a chair. Smiling and shaking my head I walk over and bend down to pick it up. Walking to the laundry room I catch the smell that is only him and close my eyes as I pause to savor it. I think back to the last time we had sex and realize that it was a quickie four days ago before we had fallen asleep. 

I stroll back through the house and sit on the couch again, my faded cotton nightgown riding up my thighs as I do and set my wineglass on the table beside me, hearing the faint click of the glass hitting the table top. I close my eyes and hear nothing but the clock, gently ticking away the seconds on the wall above my head as I lean back to rest against the cushions. 

I slowly slide one hand up my thigh, not stopping until I am at the apex of my thighs and bring the other one up to gently cup my breast through my nightdress. I softly pinch one nipple between my finger and thumb, bringing a low moan from my throat as my curious fingers find the edge of my pussy lips. I think about his cock and how it would feel to have him slowly slide down my throat, balls pressing against my chin as I work to take all of him down and taste his precum as he gets harder.

I love sucking his cock and it never fails to turn me on when I do. There is nothing like the power that comes with knowing it is ME that is making him hard as I slide my tongue over his length and swirl it back up again to flick the tip with my tongue. I imagine I hear him groan as I roll my nipple and gently pinch it to make a jolt of pleasure shoot to my clit. My fingers dip lower to my opening and I feel how wet I am becoming. 

I shift my ass lower on the couch so I can spread my legs and prop my feet up on the coffee table, pulling my nightgown up and over my head to fling it across the room. I want to be naked when he comes home and imagine that I can feel his eyes on my spread pussy lips and erect nipples.

I take both nipples into my hands and roll them between my fingers, feeling their rubbery softness as they harden into little pink tips. I squeeze again and feel it lower as my pussy slowly starts to throb with need. I lean my head back again and close my eyes as my hands wander down lower, feeling my stomach quiver at my touch. Then lower still until I reach my bare pussy. It is smooth and I can feel how hot it is as it waits for me to touch it.

I think about his tongue flicking my clit as he slowly works two thick fingers into my tight opening and slide two of my own slender ones in, feeling my own wetness and warmth. My fingers find my clit and pinch it lightly sending a shudder through me as I slowly work my fingers in and out like they are my lover's cock.

My heart is starting to race as I touch myself, knowing that he could walk in any minute and catch me. He loves it when I masturbate for him but it is something that I've always been shy about doing for him. It almost feels like I'm giving away a part of my soul. It is just so intimate touching myself this way, feeling my own wetness coating my fingers and hearing my own moans of pleasure.

My legs press wider still so I can really work my fingers in and out while I start to slide my fingers across my hard clit, dipping lower every so often to catch some of my wetness so I can feel it slide under my fingers. 

I think about the way he cums after he has fucked me until I can't take anymore, his handsome face twisting into a grimace as he groans loudly above me. His cock spurting cum inside of me as we work to slow our labored breathing and racing hearts...

I feel my pussy tighten around my fingers as I get closer to cumming and pick up the pace on my clit. I pause to pull my fingers out so I can run them across my aching nipples, coating them with my juices and then bringing them to my mouth so I can suck the tangy wetness from them before plunging them back into my dripping pussy. I am so close but my orgasm remains out of reach as I rub my clit a little harder to seek some more friction and pump my fingers faster, curling one up to hit my inner trigger.

My moans are louder as I start to whisper "Fuck", fingers synchronizing in a sexual rhythm that only I can hear. I buck my hips up, seeking out my orgasm when it hits. My pussy clamps down on my fingers as I furiously rub my clit, yelling and cursing as the pleasure washes over me, hips leaving the couch with every jolt of pleasure that runs through me.

As I come down from my high, my fingers slow and then stop as I pull them out to bring them to my lips, knowing that he'll taste me when we kiss goodnight. My fingers slow their pace on my clit as I lazily rub it for a few minutes until I know that I am done cumming. 

My heart is pounding in my ears so loud that I fail to hear the front door open until I feel a gust of cool air on my overheated body. I know it is him so I am not alarmed but I am still embarrassed to have been caught doing what I had wanted him to do to me all week.

"I see you're still up," he says as I open my eyes and look over at him. He is grinning from ear to ear as his shoes hit the floor and his hands work to remove every last stitch of clothing from his body so he can jump me. 

I grin back and start laughing when he grabs me around the waist and twists me around so I am on my back and he is hovering above me, his cock standing out at an angle from his body. He leans down to kiss me and when he tastes my pussy juices on my lips he groans low in his throat and moves so he is laying between my spread thighs. I know he's not going to last long so I wrap my long legs around his waist, feel his impatient cock press into my pussy, and hang on for dear life as he pumps me with long hard strokes. In no time I feel my pussy convulse in a small, but intense orgasm, and feel him pull out to coat my stomach with his hot cum, head thrown back in pleasure as he pumps himself to get every last drop out. 

"Love you," he says as he leans down to kiss me.

"Love you, too." 



For You



Maneuvering through traffic after what had to be the longest day of her year, Linda was at last on her way home. The thirty seven year old brunette headed up the accounting department of a multi-national manufacturing firm and this was the dreaded fiscal year end. Linda enjoyed her job most of the time; however, the frantic pace of this week was enough to get to anybody.

Late leaving the office Linda thought things were beginning to look up, tonight was Friday and with the holiday on Monday, she had three glorious days to herself to unwind and recharge. She made no plans for her time off but was really looking forward to the break she had undeniably earned. Linda's face displayed a satisfied smile at the memory of the company auditors and the C.F.O. grinning and nodding as they examined the final reports from her department. Finished for the week Linda gave them a jaunty wave and headed for the elevator.

Breaking her reverie Linda's stomach rather audibly reminded her that she had not stopped working for lunch. She had become a respectable cook since her divorce two years ago. With her ex-husband being a chef, she hadn't had to cook often. However, tonight she just wasn't in the mood to "toil over a hot stove." Nearly home she and scanned the strip malls for a restaurant and spotted a small Chinese restaurant right next to the movie store, which she intended would be her last stop on her way home. 

She placed her order at the restaurant and then Linda walked across the small parking lot toward the movie store hoping she would find something entertaining for the evening. When she walked through the door, she saw no one was behind the counter and after a quick glance around, no other people inside, she wondered if the place was even open. However, the door was unlocked so she began searching the shelves. Finding nothing appealing in the newer releases and she started to look through some of the older movies.

Linda had just rounded the corner of the drama section when a door she had not noticed swung toward her and a slender young Asian woman walked out into the store. The woman upon seeing Linda stopped: and asked, "I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Before Linda could respond she continued, "I didn't hit you with the door did I?" The young woman asked with a concerned expression.

Linda was momentarily stunned by the young woman's exotic beauty and finally stammered, "No, I’m fine." 

Smiling, the young clerk asked, "Can I help you find any thing?" 

Linda still transfixed; recovered and replied "no I'll browse a bit my order won't be ready next door (she pointed toward the restaurant) for another ten minutes or so." Still smiling the eager young woman turned and said, " If you need any help I'll be up front."

Linda nodded and watched the woman's jean clad hips sway all of the way to the front of the store. Not normally attracted to women Linda was a little embarrassed at her reaction to the younger woman. Good lord but she was gorgeous! She looked to be about ten years younger than Linda and nearly a foot shorter than Linda's Five foot eight inch frame. Linda was surprised at the tingle the girl was kindling in her groin as she watched her progress across the store.

Linda glanced furtively at her watch hoping she hadn't been caught staring at the young lady's lithe body, she then realized she needed to get moving before her food was ready. Looking up at the door the clerk had walked out of Linda spotted a hand written sign "Must be 21 or older to enter." She had never been in an adult section and decided to let the whim take her where it would.

Once inside the cramped room Linda saw things on the movie jackets she had never before witnessed and wasn't sure she should believe. Linda finally selected one that looked fairly "normal" and headed out of the room. On her way to the front counter, she grabbed another movie without looking at it because she didn't want the young lady to think she was just there looking for a "porno."

While writing her check, Linda saw the girl looking at her movies and holding out the porn tape the woman said, "great choice, this one's really hot!" Linda could feel her face color and not knowing how to respond she just nodded. As the Asian beauty handed Linda her movies she added, " the last scene is my favorite." Looking directly into Linda's eyes, the petite young woman said, "Let me know how you like it." Linda left the store in a rush somewhat embarrassed, and uncharacteristically aroused. She was so flustered she nearly forgot to stop and pick up her food at the restaurant next door.

Walking through the door of her townhouse, Linda finally felt at ease after the unsettling encounter at the video store. She shed her shoes and jacket and headed into the kitchen. As she ate, she realized it had been quite some time since she had her ashes hauled. It had to be six perhaps seven months ago, she thought. Remembering back on the three weeks, she spent with that obnoxious ass Sid from marketing. Linda was enormously grateful the relationship had ended without any undue complications at work for either of them. This may have explained Linda's quick arousal, but not why another woman was the source of it.

After finishing her diner, Linda decided to pop in the adult video just for kicks. She was soon howling with laughter. The movie had such a hokey story line and the acting was so poor that at first even the sex scenes seemed funny to her. That ended abruptly as the final scene began. 

There was an Asian woman and an older very busty blonde in a sauna together. The Asian woman was much like the clerk at the video store. The actress looked slightly older and not as sexy as the youngster Linda met earlier that afternoon. As the two women on the screen began, caressing and kissing Linda was captivated. It was not long before she felt a familiar heat growing.

Linda thought it was peculiar that twice in one day she had become horny looking at women. She never had any bi-sexual stirrings before but the two women on the screen were really getting to her. It felt as thought the temperature in the room had risen twenty degrees in just these few minutes. Linda pulled her blouse from her skirt and could not unbutton it fast enough. Seconds later her skirt followed. Now clad only in her flesh-tone bra and matching lace panties Linda lost herself in the movie.

As the blonde on the video began working her way down the Asian minx's neck toward her spectacular breasts Linda looked down at her own 34Cs she decided the lace bra covering them was no longer necessary and with a deft flick behind her back it was cast aside. She began pinching and rolling her small pink nipples between her fingers just as the woman was doing for her lover on the movie. The blonde soon worked her way past the younger woman's navel and inhaled deeply the aroma of the woman's sparsely furred mound. Linda reacted instinctively pulling her own panties off and noticing the moistness in them without knowing why she brought them to her nose and inhaled. The aroma coupled with the sights and sounds of the women in the movie were enough to inspire Linda to action. She soon had her hand sliding down her own flat tummy past the neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair. At the first contact of her fingertip with her bud, her body reacted as though a powerful electric shock had jolted her. Linda was surprised at the abundant moisture emanating from her slit. Linda had always considered herself totally straight soon found herself fantasizing about the young woman at the store as she dipped her fingers into her own sweat juices. 

Without thinking, she brought her fingers to her nose and again inhaled the musky scent. Her mouth opened of its own accord and her moistened fingers were soon inside. The sweet taste and heady aroma had Linda's mind swimming in a sea of lust. Her hands began moving of their own volition. One hand began gently rubbing tiny circles on her clit her other hand working busily on her nipple causing a whimper deep in her throat. Linda inserted first one finger, and then a second into her slick folds her hips bucking further onto the offered digits seeking maximum penetration. Before long, Linda's moans turned to delighted sobs as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her long neglected body. Soon the only sound in the room was the hum from the VCR as the movie rewound, and the panting coming from Linda as her orgasm subsided. 

Linda's breathing slowly returned to normal she let out a satisfied purr, stretching her tensed limbs allowing the restorative energy of her first good orgasm is month's wash throughout her body. Her moment of contentment was broken when the tape finished rewinding and the VCR automatically spat out the cassette.

Linda looked at herself, astounded by what she saw, felt a similar embarrassment that she felt earlier at the video store. She was stark naked on the couch, alone, with both hands still investigating her most personal recesses and the aroma of sex hanging in the air. The normally very reserved CPA found her anomalous behavior difficult to reconcile. Her mind then wandered back to the video store and she smiled at her naiveté, remembering the last thing the young clerk had said to her, "Let me know how you like it." Slowly as it dawned on her she chuckled and said aloud, "She was hitting on me!" 

Sung turned into her parking space and shut off her car hoping her father hadn't seen her arriving a half hour late to open the video store. Four months ago when Sung graduated with her BA, she and her father bought the two small buildings together in the same mall. They agreed the restaurant was his to run and the video store was hers. Her father reluctantly acquiesced to Sung’s terms provided she pursued her graduate degree part-time. He still watched over the video store like a hawk. Quickly she walked to the front door and when she found it unlocked and the lights on inside she knew he had already discovered her tardiness. 

As she entered the store, her younger brother Kim popped his head up from behind the counter and said, "You’re so busted!" with a silly grin on his face.

Sung smiled relieved to see her brother rather than her father minding the store. "Did pop send you over?" she asked him tentatively. 

Her brother grinning said, "He doesn't know I'm back from school yet."

"I saw the store was still dark when I pulled in. So I parked around back so that I could save your pretty little butt," he said as he slapped her playfully on her backside as she walked past him to get behind the counter.

"I got stuck on a project for my graphic design course and I wanted to finish it." Sung explained hoping that her lie wasn't obvious.

Sung put her purse and jacket away and turned back to Kim and asked, "How long will you be staying?"

Kim answered, "Just for the weekend, I have to be back for my last two finals Tuesday morning." 

Sung gave her brother a big hug and told him, "thanks for opening for me." 

Then she gave him a playful pat on his own behind as she said, "you had better go over and say hi to your father before he finds out you stopped here first."

Kim smiled and waved as he walked out the door and headed for the restaurant across the tiny parking lot. Sung let out a sigh of relief after the door had fully closed. She had not been working on a school project. However, she did want her project finished. Her late start today had not been because of her project, she had completed that last night. Sung had been primping all morning so that she would look perfect when the tall woman she met in the store yesterday came to return her movies. Linda Carmichael was her name she had read it on the woman's check. Sung had her address and telephone number from the same source. She had no legitimate reason to call last night and did not want to have the woman thinking she was a stalker. She regretted her transparent attempt yesterday to come on to the gorgeous woman in her business power suit and perfectly coiffed pageboy hair. She could not stop thinking about her.

Sung looked herself over one last time in the mirror she had in the back room of the store. She was pleased with what she saw. Her hair had taken just enough curl from the hot rollers to still look quite natural, any thing but the cursed straight black hair which her ancestors given her.

While still at home she spent nearly half an hour just applying her eye make-up washing it off several times before deciding on just mascara to accentuate her lashes. She wore her favorite knit top that showed her pert 32 b's to perfection. Sung then plucked at her nipples to see how much they would show through the thin material. She was gratified when they obediently revealed themselves to her. She had chosen her favorite pair of Levis; they had a body hugging fit that showed her heart shaped ass off to its best effect. Satisfied with her appearance she looked for her purse to get some perfume. She liked to wear just a hint of fragrance. She remembered leaving her purse under the counter where she had put her jacket and went to retrieve it. 

When Sung stepped through the doorway back into the store, her heart leapt at what awaited her inside. It was her! She stood in front of the counter with an uncertain look on her face and two videos in her hand. 

"I'll take them," Sung said smiling as she eagerly strode towards the tall woman.

As she took the movies, their hands just touched and Sung felt chills running down her spine. For a moment, he woman stood there staring at Sung and then slowly turned towards the door. Sung didn't want frighten the woman away but did not want her to leave, at least not yet. Sung trying to think quickly looked at the woman's videos for any thing she could say to get the woman to linger, even for a moment. The irony of the second movie the woman had rented made her cringe; it was "Gone with the Wind."

Sung stepped behind the counter and finally blurted out, "Did you like it?" As she said this, she turned the classic movie towards the still striding woman. The woman turned and stopped seeing the cover Sung was holding. She seemed to relax slightly, and then smiling she answered, "That one's great every time I watch it." Sensing her opening, Sung slid the porno out from behind the first movie case and said with a sly grin, "and this one?"

The woman blushed instantly and she began scanning the store nervously. Sung smiled at the woman's obvious discomfort and whispered conspiratorially "We're alone." She then leaned forward on the counter hoping to give just a little flash down her top. 

Her nervousness seemed to wash away as the woman turning back toward the counter smiled at Sung. At first, she met Sung’s eyes but an instant later Sung caught the woman staring down at her chest.

Sung settled back on the tall stool she was sitting on and the woman looked up again licked her full lips and said," you were right about that last scene it was really...good."

Sung tried to be calm but her heart was racing almost making it hard to breathe. Even as she made the decision to plunge ahead, Sung hoped she could sound calm and cool.

She looked into the woman's eyes and asked, " Would you be interested in something a bit different?" The woman straightened jerking her shoulders upright. Sung feared she had made the fatal mistake of coming on too strong.

Then to her immense relief the statuesque brunette leaned forward and whispered, "different how?" 

Sung smiled radiantly at her success to this point and said, "It's something I started for my graphic design course but it has evolved into something entirely different."

Sung digging into her purse where she had left the cassette quickly found it. She continued speaking, as she moved not wanting to loose the moment. "I starred, directed, edited and did all of the photography myself," she went on stepping back to the counter. Handing the cassette across the counter and as the woman took the tape Sung used her free hand to cover the woman's hand holding on to both. She looked up into the woman's beautiful hazel eyes and said, "You have to promise you’ll return it: it is rather personal."

Surprised by the girl’s vehemence and the warm hands still holding hers Linda wondered why a simple “school project” would evoke such an insistent plea. Linda smiled at the girl warmly and assured her she would return it. Sung marveled at the woman's firm derrière she continued watching until the tall woman was completely out the door. Finally she let loose a sigh releasing all of the suppressed emotion of the past few minutes. She raised her hands in two fists and shouted a muted "YES!" Smiling enormously as she went about her day managing the video store. 

Linda walked back to her car wondering what mystic power this twenty something girl was using on her. Every time she was near the beautiful girl, she became shy, uncertain and very aroused. She pulled her car out of the lot and turned towards downtown to take care of her other errands she had planned for the day. 

When she was home, unloading shopping bags from her car that evening she spotted the cassette on the passenger seat and flipped it into the last bag she had yet to carry inside. Linda put away her groceries setting the video aside until later. She carried it and the new clothing that she had bought earlier in the afternoon into the living room. Linda decided to remove the tags while she watched the video. She pushed the tape into the VCR not expecting a grand show. 

When the video started, Linda noticed the graphics as the credits began. She thought they were very professional looking. Computer generated no doubt. There was the director Sung Li Vang and the photographer Sung Li Vang. Only then did it occur to her that she had never asked the girls name. The title of the movie briefly floated on the screen "For You."

The setting was a dimly lit bedroom looking towards an ornate canopy bed. The rest of the room was very dark and difficult to see. Linda noticed a woman moving across the room like an apparition in the background. She was very small from what Linda could see. She moved with a fluid grace that immediately captured Linda's full attention. Linda soon set her new clothing aside and watched the screen more intently.

The camera slowly zoomed in on the woman across the room when it was close enough Linda realized she was watching the girl from the video store. The girl was lighting candles on a very elaborate candelabra. Each candle she lit brightened the room a little and the warm glow of the candlelight made the girl seem even more beautiful than Linda remembered. Linda was unaware when it started but she noticed some very soft sultry jazz music in the background. When the girl moved to the near side of the bed she lit one last candle. Then the camera zoomed in on her perfectly painted lips as she blew out the wooden match, wisps of smoke trailed toward the lens.

The view changed to a shot directly behind the young woman that was the first time Linda noticed what she was wearing. She wore a black silk dressing gown beautifully embroidered with Asian decorations in dazzling colors. The girl was doing something Linda could not see then she flashed a wicked grin over her shoulder directly at the camera and with a flick of her wrist the sash for the robe disappeared. The instant the sash was removed the robe began to crumble off the girls smooth shoulders until it had fallen completely to the ground. 

Frozen in place Linda was staring at this gorgeous creature now clad only in lingerie. The girl placed her hands on her hips turning towards the camera. Taking an almost defiant pose, she paused for several seconds. Linda admired the outfit the girl had chosen; it was stunning. Its monochromatic color scheme along with the faint backlighting of the candles gave the young woman an astonishing sensual radiance. Her bra and matching thong were both black satin with intricate embroidery and delicate lace. She also wore a black lace garter belt, seam back black stockings and very glossy patent leather stilettos the effect was devastating.




For You



The view tipped slightly upward towards the girls face and she fired a wink at the camera. Her hands left her hips and slowly reached up to the center of her front closure bra, an audible click reminded Linda that the entire video so far had been silent except for the soft music in the background. The girl then opened the bra as if spreading her wings before lowering her arms to let the bra slip to the floor. At the same time, she thrust her breasts out just a little, and they became the focus of Linda's attention.

Mesmerized by the light brown slightly oval nipples Linda had to remind herself to breathe. The girl slowly and sensually cupped one of her breasts and began pulling and rolling her nipple with her delicate fingers. She tilted her head to her breast and ever so gently flicked her tongue across the nipple. Linda had not seen where the girls other hand was but as the shot obligingly widened she was treated by the sight of this lovely girl slowly but firmly rubbing the crotch of the beautiful panties while she continued caressing her breasts.

The girl turned away from the camera and the image angled upward. Linda was looking at the girls firm legs getting a wonderful view of the seam back stockings and the thong that disappeared up the girls beautifully rounded ass. Framed by the gap between the shapely thighs the canopy bed supplied the backdrop. The girl reached down to her sides and tugged at the ribbon ties for the thong and it obediently dropped away leaving Linda with a very intimate view of the girls lightly furred mons. A single finger appeared at the tip of the cleft and dipped seductively into the folds.

The camera tilted further upward as the girl withdrew her finger from her furrow and turning back toward the camera brought it slowly to her lips. She emitted a gentle moan and moved to the bed, its springs giving muted protest as it bore the slight burden. The camera angle changed again to a high angle shot at the foot of the bed as the young woman lay back and began to masturbate in earnest. Wearing only the stockings and garter belt they along with her black flaxen hair gave a delightful contrast to the girls porcelain skin.

The camera began changing angles frequently as the girls activities intensified. From her heaving breasts as she breathed, to her arched back and curled toes then back to her fingers busily working her nubbin and probing the depths of her lust. Soft whimpers and an occasional gasp revealed her enjoyment. Finally, the shot shifted back to a high angle at the foot of the bed giving a full view of the girl on the bed as her orgasm left her trembling from head to toe.

Linda hadn't been aware of it but she was not surprised to find herself rubbing her own breasts and crotch with significant pressure. The movie ended with the sated girl looking into the camera out of the corner of her eyes and breathlessly mouthing the words, "Linda: that was for you." She then raised her hand to her mouth and seductively sucked her slick fingers one by one. Taken aback by the words she just heard, what happened next nearly caused Linda to fall off the couch. In the same graphics used for the credits that began the video, a phone number flashed on the screen with the message "call anytime" beneath it.

Linda for the second time that day wondered by what agency this young woman was controlling her as she found herself dialing the number on the screen. When she heard the voice on the phone, she became suddenly shy. She froze and quickly disconnected. A moment later, the telephone was ringing insistently in her hand. Linda looked at it slightly dumbstruck but on the fourth ring she answered with a weak, "Hello."

"Is this Linda?" the soft voice asked. 

"Yes," Linda answered unsure weather to continue.

"This is Sung, from the video store," the girl stated meekly.

Linda replied, " I recognize your voice."

Sung becoming concerned that her plan was unraveling opted for a direct approach she bluntly stated what she hoped was the reason for the call, "You watched the video."

Again, Linda's reply was a single word, "Yes."

"What did you think of it?" Waiting for Linda to answer, Sung held her breath.

Linda breathed out a huge sigh releasing all of her apprehension and finally spoke, "It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Sung's turn to breathe came as she replied, "Thank you, I had so hoped you would enjoy it."

Linda decided to plow forward before what little courage she had abandoned her and asked, "Have you had diner yet?" 

The girls voice noticeably brightened when she answered, "No; but I'm just about to close the store."

"I'm making a Caesar salad with marinated chicken breasts; would you care to stop by when you finish work," Linda said trying to sound somewhat in control of herself.

The girl responded, "I'll have to stop home and change out of my work clothes but yes I would love to join you."

Linda said, "I'll see you then." Hanging up the phone, she remembered she had never given the girl her address but then decided this young woman was too resourceful to let that minor oversight deter her. Linda quickly went to get ready for her "diner guest" and headed up stairs to the shower.

Sung was elated! It was working, at least so far. She needed to make arrangements just in case things went well. She first called her brother Kim's cell phone and asked if he would cover the store for her because she had a diner date that could turn into breakfast. He laughed and good-naturedly taunted her, "Anybody I know?"

Sung's quick "not likely," ended the teasing. Her family was so far unaware of her preference for women. He agreed to take on the store for the day as he could always use the extra cash at school and "boy was she going to pay."

Balancing the cash drawer took her forever as Sung's mind was going over the preparations she wanted to make before going to “diner.” She finally shut off the lights, locked the doors, and tore out of the parking lot hoping she could get everything done and not keep Linda waiting.

Once home Sung began shedding her clothes even before her front door had fully closed. She headed immediately for the shower. She whipped her hair into a bun and stepped into the steamy water. She had time for no more than a quick rinse but wanted to wash off the day's grime. She planned to wear the exact out fit she had on in the video and was relieved that she had the foresight to launder them last night. She quickly donned her chosen apparel and hoping it would elicit the desired response. Sung went to her small wine rack and selected a bottle of vintage cabernet sauvignon she had been saving for a special occasion. Pulling on a lightweight overcoat because she could not walk around in public, dressed as she was. Driving in the stilettos was out of the question so she slipped on some flats grabbed the wine and her heels and locked the door. She smiled and said to herself, "If this works diner may be late!" Checking the address one last time from Linda's check she shoved her car into gear and sped off into the darkness.

Linda had just finished tossing the salad with out the dressing and put it back into the refrigerator when she heard the car door close outside. "Resourceful indeed," she muttered to herself wondering how the girl had found her address. A soft knocking beckoned her to the door, opening it she saw the young lady standing there grinning. Linda was surprised to see her wearing a long coat holding a bottle of wine. Linda absently invited her inside.

Taking the bottle of wine and setting it on the counter Linda managed to avoid looking into those beautiful almond eye's but as she turned and offered to take the girls coat she spotted the shoes. The very same pair as in the video, Sung then slowly opened the coat revealing the rest of her attire. Linda still staring took the offered coat and slowly reached past Sung and turned the deadbolt lock. As thought, the click from the lock was some irresistible signal Sung reached up to Linda's face and turning it, she lightly kissed Linda’s full lips. Linda had never kissed anybody shorter than she was, and had certainly never kissed another woman in passion, but this first kiss was the gentlest most sensual experience she had ever known. The coat soon was on the floor and the two women embraced like lost lovers. Linda did not want it to end. She was reveling is the sensations the soft lips, the gentle probing tongue, the softness of the younger woman's breasts against her own. It was Sung, not Linda, who finally pulled back as much to see if she had gone too far as to breathe. Denied those sumptuous lips, Linda nearly moaned but reconciled herself with looking into the most beautiful and loving eyes she had ever seen.

Linda swallowed so that she could speak and said, "I suppose we could get out of the entry hall and see the rest of the place now." Still slightly tense the two women started giggling like schoolgirls. Sung deciding to be direct said what was really on her mind, "I'm only interested in seeing the bedroom.” The two silently walked arm in arm up the stairs.

Not quite believing what she was doing, Linda felt an urgent compulsion to inform Sung just how inexperienced she really was.

Linda sitting on the edge of the bed looked up at the beautiful young woman and asked, "Exactly how old are you?" Silently praying the girl was of legal age because Linda was not sure if she could stop herself now.

"I'm 24 and thank you very much for the compliment," Sung answered smiling.

"I think I you should know something," Linda admitted casting her eyes toward the floor.

With an indulgent grin Sung tenderly grasped Linda's chin and kissed her on the forehead like an erring child she finally said, "that you've never been with another woman?"

She gently shook her head side-to-side and said, "it doesn't matter."

Continuing she went on, "If you want to do something, do it. If it feels good do it some more. If it doesn't try something else."

As she stood in front of Linda loosening the sash on her robe Sung then offered one final piece of advice, "If you enjoy yourself tonight; we both will."

Sung straightened her shoulders and seductively lowered the dressing gown off of her body letting it fall to her feet. A mere foot away Linda was staring at the same satin panties that she had seen in the video only hours before. For a moment, she just looked at them but hesitantly her hand moved up into contact with them and she was lightly rubbing the girls vulva through the lacey fabric. Sung shifted her legs just slightly to grant Linda greater access.

A soft click instantly informed her that Sung was freeing her breasts from the confining bra. She tilted her head still feeling the girl through her panties. Sung placed one hand behind Linda's head drawing it forward to one of her fully erect nipples. Linda suckled gently at first but as she became more confident, she moved from one breast to the other tenderly nibbling and teasing the nipples with her tongue.

As she gave each breast as much attention as she could her hands found Sung's hips, and shortly the ties for the thong. Linda pulled on the ribbons until the thong fell away. She returned her hand to Sung and gasped at the heat emanating from the juicy folds.

Her middle finger slid effortlessly into the molten cavity. With a gentle second thrust, Linda buried her finger and simultaneously attempted to maintain contact with Sung's engorged bud using the tip of her thumb. Sung's low moan let her know her first tentative efforts were meeting with approval. Her confidence renewed, Linda continued probing the girls steaming box until Sung's knees became wobbly.

She had to step back from Linda to keep from falling over.

Linda smiled at her and with a contrite tone said, "I'm sorry. I have been very selfish."

Her smile growing Sung replied, " I didn't mind, But!” 

Kicking off her now hazardous footwear she said,” these heels have to go! "

Stepping forward, Sung reached for Linda's cream-colored blouse and began unbuttoning it. After disposing of the blouse, her bra unceremoniously followed. Sung pushed Linda back onto the bed and popped the button loose and leisurely unzipped the kaki trousers she was wearing, those soon found the floor as well. 

Sung crawled up onto the bed and began hungrily kissing Linda her tongue exploring Linda's eager mouth. Linda was loving the girls passionate kissing and the way she was caressing her breasts and manipulating her swollen nipples. She had also managed to capture Linda's thigh between her own. Sung was with increasing intensity grinding herself against Linda's thigh her hands reached down to caress and massage Sung's firm young ass. Without ever breaking the kiss, the girl began shuddering and whimpering. Her orgasm thrilled Linda so much she wanted to hold this lovely girl forever. Sung, however had other plans.

Sung recovered quickly, she slid down Linda's legs stopping with her mouth at the waistband of Linda's delicate lace panties. She playfully snarled up at her lover and with her teeth, she began pulling the offending garment downwards urging Linda to raise her hips up off of the bed. She simultaneously slid her hands up the backs of Linda's thighs and when her fingertips reached the panties, she pulled them off and tossed them aside in one fluid motion. 

Sung now focused her attention on the luscious lips before her. She began by tickling the edges of the labia with the tip of her tongue. This made Linda squirm further up onto the bed. Sung gently kissed around Linda's upper thigh where she knew it would be tender. Linda's responsive moan told her she had struck the right cord. She took an instant to marvel at the thickness of Linda's dark pubes. Perfectly trimmed they offered no impediment to the delicious aperture that was Sung's intended target.

She dove in capturing the protruding nub with her lips she applied a gentle suction while flicking her tongue across its sensitive tip. Careful not to over do it and she slipped her tongue past the delicate bud and licked all around Linda's delicious folds. She finally drove her tongue into Linda several times the sweat nectar flowing into Sung’s waiting mouth. Linda's vocal encouragement urged her deeper. She then replaced her tongue with two of her fingers as her lips returned to Linda's clit. Her slender fingers were slipping so freely within Linda she added a third then a fourth. The copious moisture allowed Sung to easily glide in and out of Linda's thoroughly lubricated tunnel. Tucking her thumb into her palm, she was thrilled and astounded that her entire hand steadily disappeared into the core of Linda's passion. Sung always knew her hands were small but never had she found a lover who could take all of her. Sung carefully curled her hand into a tiny fist and began gently thrusting while sucking remorselessly on Linda's clit.

Fearful she may do harm Sung was trying to be very gentle but Linda was becoming frenzied, her head was thrashing from side to side, she was pinching her own nipples; hard and after a guttural squeal she shouted, "YES...OH GOD ...YES!" When Sung felt the muscles of Linda's vagina contracting around her hand and wrist, she knew she had mastered an incredible feat. Sung slid her hand from Linda's still convulsing cavern and crawled up further onto the bed. She gently kissed Linda's nose when Linda with tears in her eyes she threw her arms around Sung and kissed her heatedly. When Linda tasted herself all over Sung’s supple, lips it only served to heighten the love and affection she was feeling for this enchanting young woman.

When they broke the embrace Linda looked deeply into Sung's dark eyes and said, "Thank you, that was beyond awesome." "No one has ever made me feel this way," she continued as her ragged breathing gradually returned to normal. 

Neither had moved nor spoken for several minutes when Linda began chuckling. Sung unaware of any humor in the situation but wanting to share in the amusement asked, "what?" 

Linda stopped laughing with some effort to say, " I lured you over here with diner and all I've fed you is my big pink snapper." Both women giggled a bit giddy from the intensity of their physical and emotional experience.

"I'm famished," Linda said rising from the bed. She reached over and grabbed Sung's delicate hand and pulling the younger woman to her feet commanded, "Let's eat!"

Sung smiled up at her and quipped, " Wonderful, I've heard the seafood hear is delicious!"

Neither woman left Linda's house for the entire holiday weekend, Sung's brother was more than happy to cover for her at the store when she offered to double his pay for the two days work. Linda and Sung continued their relationship and would go on to have many more weekends to unwind and recharge together.



For You



You are in a chair, a nice sturdy chair. The seat is shortened and there are a few other modifications. Your wrists are cuffed in leather and fleece, and attached to your ankle cuffs, pulling your feet back, widening your thighs and pulling your shoulders back. The shortened seat allows your hanging sack to dangle, and your cock is coming alive. 

I walk toward you, my hips swaying and my corset holding my breasts steady. They jiggle a bit, the nipples just showing. This is your desire, this being bound and pleasured, and I am going to let you experience it fully. 

Reaching to your face, I caress it slowly, my warm hands soft agasint your skin. I smile softly into your eyes and cover your face with a blindfold. Gripping a handful of hair at the back of your head, I tug your head back, attaching it that way. you feel the chair tilt backward. I step back and smile. You are exposed to me: your thighs open wide, your sack dangling, your cock erect, chest out and head back, what fun! 

I move closer, settling on the floor between your knees getting comfortable. You feel me brush against you. You feel my hands on your shoulders, caressing you, and then my nails drag down your chest, harsh scraping along your skin. They flick over your nipples roughly. I spend a few minutes torturing them, pulling and tugging each in turn, your whimpers sound nice to me. I smile, but you don't see it. I'm talking to you, murmurs really, just a soothing babble as I play with your body.  

Leaning closer, your feel my warmth as I lick your nipple, sucking the tiny nub into my mouth. The warm wet of my tongue circles the sensative nip. My teeth hold it and my tongue flick it over and over. I tell you how I love to do this. I'm getting aroused but control it, My turn is next, but this is for you, now. 

Running my hands down your chest, I soothe your tummy, feeling your skin and muscles. I love that space just above your cock, that soft tender skin. my fingers run along the ridge between your thighs, that soft hollow that feels so nice. you squirm some, and I dig a nail there, hard and swift, scraping the skin. then I trail my finger tips along your thigh down to your knees. I make little circles, fluttery soft and then drag my nails back and forth up and down your thighs. The shiver that overtakes your body excites me. 

You're squirming some and I whisper how much I love you. I know you are impatient, wanting my mouth on you. But you must wait, my lovey. 

I slide my hands around your waist, rubbing your back. I love the small of your back, the smooth skin, the dimpling there. I rub that flat place and knead it with my knuckles. I'm pulling you forward, but your hands and feet remain shackled. Your cock bobs close to my face, you may even feel my breath on it, but I want to see you experience the touching and loving of my hands. You groan, and I flash a smile. You do feel the warm breath on your cock. 

I can slide a couple fingers along the crease in your ass, back and forth, rubbing you there. Of course, I drag a nail a time or two. Your groan tells me you are still with me.

I nuzzle my face in your groin, rubbing my cheek agasint the shaft of your cock, my mouth in the crease of yor thigh, kissing with small nips. I lick and kiss your groin, turning my head to nuzzle under the hanging sac. 

My mouth catches a ball and sucks it, rolling around and around it. My hands are still kneading your back, holding you close to my face. I pull back, your ball in my mouth and shake my head, tugging further. I wet your sac totally, I'm breathing faster now and my warm breath cools your skin. I know you want to ravage me because I can feel it, but the bonds holding you are a sweet torture.

I lick along your shaft, leaving the long wet trail of my tongue. Your deep groan makes me tighten inside. I run my lips back and forth along your shaft, wetting it. Im not near your swollen tip, but you wiggle, trying yo get it there. I know you, lovey, and avoid that just to tease you. My tongue plays with that soft place under the ridge. 

My tongue continues to tease that ridge of your cockhead. Around and around you feel my soft tongue. My nails are digging into your back. Pain and pleasure, this is for you. I'm pulling you forward, your back arched toward me, cock exposed for me to have.

At last I cover your head with my lips, pressing against it, sliding your swollen crown into my mouth, your exquisite groans and body movements tell me how you feel. I'm so pleased, you are mine and I'm playing with what is mine. You give me all you have, and submit to my mouth. I'm sucking you, back and forth, lips tight along your cock. You are deep in my mouth, your head stroking my throat, back and forth, you are fucking my mouth. You're bouncing with me, our bodies yearning for release.

Groaning, whimpering, I suckle you, harder and faster. My hands grip your waist tight, and I'm jerking you in the chair. Growling, the sound adding vibrations to your cock, I suck you, mouth you, fuck you.

Oh god I love you. I feel you tighten, arching closer to me. I'm plunging you deep and deep, our bodies slamming together.

I slow, my tongue rubbing your head, curling around the ridge, rubbing the tight purple skin, my tongue flickers in your slit and then I suck you deep, tasting the cumming start. Your cock quivers, exploding in a torret of cum. 

I swallow and swallow, taking you inside me. Gently, I rub your back, soothe the marks and ease you down. I hold you close to my face, nuzzling softly again with my lips, panting hard.

I release the cuffs, remove the blindfold and gather you close to me on the floor, cuddling you. I whisper: for you, Lovey.



For You



I was lying on the bed naked, covered by only a small piece of the bed sheet. I had been tied up in the middle of the night so my slender body was drawn out along the length of the bed. It seemed to me that I resembled one of those carved wooden figurines attached to the bows of old ships with wood fashioned to look like tattered remnants of clothing blowing in the sea breezes. 

I was roused out of my daydream by a large figure entering the room. She was dressed in her usual attire consisting of a skimpy miniskirt and a halter-top that barely covered her ample breasts. She had a soft smile and beautiful electric blue eyes that called out to you and demanded your attention. Her shockingly white hair flowed, cascading off her shoulders, which were the same pure whiteness. She looked like an angel, a pristine picture of womanhood.

“My little Lilly,” she said as she approached me, “Did you sleep well my love?”

I smiled faintly and turned my head towards her, marveling in her astonishing beauty. She walked over to the large French doors and flung them open, pouring light into the room. I squinted for a moment as my eyes adjusted and saw her approach the bed. She leaned over and tousled my hair, teasing me slightly, knowing that I longed for that first kiss of the morning. She got up took her seat in a small armless chair adjacent to the bed, crossing her legs delicately. Everything about her was exquisite; her beautiful looks, the way she moved and her wonderful imagination. All of which toyed with my heart. 

She rang a little bell on the table next to it and immediately a servant came in with a tray of tea and tasty cakes and muffins for the morning’s breakfast. She poured herself a cup, sweetening it how she liked and took a sip. She also poured me a cup and added a bit of honey but I would not get to enjoy it until I was freed of my bonds. She pulled out her glasses and a magazine and began reading it intently.

“Sarah,” I said meekly, “I am hungry, may I please have a bit of something to eat.”

She looked up from the glossy magazine and over the frame of her glasses and smiled. Her face always took on an air of pure intellect when she glanced above the rim of her glasses. She took the tray and sat it next to me on the bed and pulled one of the pillows that had been tossed on the floor under her knees. I pressed my lips together, taking in the sight and smell of the fresh pastries. She had picked out a lovely strawberry tart for me and cut it in half with a butter knife. She gently placed it in my mouth and watched me enjoy every bite of it. Then, kissing her finger, she pressed it to my lips; not true intimacy but still and act of love. 

She sat back into her seat and read her magazine until the sunlight had crept over the floor and onto the bed. I had reveled in her presence for at least an hour, drinking up her sight and the subtle scent of her perfume. She had eaten a few cakes and offered me another, this time a piece of a cranberry muffin and I gladly accepted. She rang the bell once more and the servant came and took away the tray but she kept my cup of tea, which by now had gone cold. 

She approached the bed once more, pulling up the pillow and kneeling on the floor. She ran her smooth fingertips across my outstretched arm and caused me to giggle. It was a time for seriousness and giggling was not appropriate but she understood. She leaned over and I closed my eyes as her lips met mine. Not a bawdy open-mouthed kiss, but a soft delicate kiss that lingered for a few moments. As she pulled away I tried to strain my neck to keep us connected but she censured me nonverbally. She got off her knees and rang the bell and left the room. 

The servant came and untied me and brought me into the washroom where I was bathed and dressed in an oriental silk robe. I was then presented with my tea and the servant left the room. I knew the door was locked; there was no point to even try to open it. When Sarah wanted me she would come for me, she had a habit of doing this occasionally. The balcony doors were still open and I took this chance to sip my tea outside. As I got down to the end of the cup, the honey trickled into my mouth and coated my throat with a delicious sweetness. I stood out there for some time and the doors had been shut, locking me outside but I didn’t worry. When they were opened again, my room had fresh bed linens, a tray of fresh tea and beautiful flowers in a vase on one of the tables. I curled up on the bed and buried my face in the cozy blankets that seemed to smell of my Sarah’s perfume.

The night came. I had spent the day in loving solitude, longing for our evenings together. She had come in like clockwork, in a room that had no clock. But I knew when the shadows cast by the sun began to touch the railing of the balcony she would arrive for me. The stress of work had taken its toll or her lovely body. Her face was drawn, her arms seemed weak from some unknown labor. But she climbed into the bed and I was like her pet. She stroked my thick hair and scratched my back eliciting an occasional purr even. 

I looked into her eyes and she leaned down and we kissed as passionately as ever. Our tongues dancing and flitting in each other’s mouths, the gentle sucking noises that filled the room. I wrapped my arms around her and she eased herself onto her back. I toyed with her button-up shirt and ugly brown skirt that she wore to her meetings and managed to get them off. She helped with the bra and her massive breasts spilled from it when she undid the clasp. I laid my head on her stomach and ran my fingers over the smooth flesh.

She untied the sash holding together my robe and touched my large scar that ran almost the whole length of my abdomen. I shut my eyes tightly trying to block out the images racing through my mind. I had loved my husband and the son we worked for four years trying to conceive with every fiber of my being. The day of the horrible accident, a part of my soul died with them. A car going sixty miles per hour had hit us straight into the driver’s side where my husband and son were seated. The ambulance came and took me, my son was pronounced dead on the scene and my husband, flown out by helicopter. He later died in the hospital. The scar I received from a piece of metal that had sliced through me as the car rolled.

Sarah had been his business partner at Sheer Solutions, a company that he had founded. She came and comforted me, helped me make funeral plans and get all of my husband’s affairs in order. His will decreed that I would be the new holder of his 40% of stock, making me the new partner. I locked myself in my house for six months and Sarah would come over and bring me food and bring a maid to tidy up the place. Eventually she brought me to her estate and I sold the house and put the money in my savings account. I had fallen in love with her and life seemed to be restoring its order. We lived together for two years now; I loved every minute of her company.

She would get in these little moods where she would feel very playful and lock me up in the room and tease me and make me want her more than ever. I loved it! She knew just what buttons to push and presently she was pushing every one of them. She had placed me on my back and held my breasts in her hands, pinching my nipples deliciously. I had helped her out of her snow-white pantyhose and cute white thong and she had assumed the position of straddling my stomach, keeping me tightly under her control. She would nibble and suck on my soft flesh and then tickle me into a crazed state. I kicked at the bed trying to get away from her for only a moment; just to catch my breath but she was firmly planted on my stomach. As I tried to fight, she squeezed her thighs together to keep me from moving too much. This erotic teasing continued for about ten minutes and I was breathing heavily and she had this look of pure excitement on her face. She grabbed my forearms and brought them together over my head, forcing my breasts to stand at attention and she leaned over and rested her head between the valley. I calmed down considerably and she let go of my arms. I stroked her cheek affectionately and she let out a small sigh. 

With all my might I rolled the both of us onto our sides. She was very delicate but her weight was immense when she was not helping at all. I inched my way down so we could be eye to eye and rubbed noses with her. She was so tender and sweet to me, even when trying to be rough. I embraced her with one arm around her back and scratched soothingly with my long nails. She stirred slightly, shuffling closer to me and I held her a bit tighter. 

We made love almost every night; I was usually the giver and I liked it that way. But tonight was different; she would be in control of the whole situation. She rang the bell and the servant walked in with the silky feeling ropes I was bound in this morning. My heart began to pump and I thought about just giving in to the inevitable but I knew she liked it more when I fought back. 

“Noooooo!” I squealed but it only made her move more quickly. 

She was on the bed in an instant like a jungle cat hunting its quarry. I rolled over onto my stomach and curled up in a tight ball hoping she would not be able to pry my hands away. We were in a wrestling match that would only end when I was tied firmly to the bed. I loved the way she would tickle me and roll me around and promise me kisses and fairness but I would never give up. She had gotten one of my hands and as quick as lightning it was wrapped in rope and tied to the wrought iron frame of the bed. I was more determined than ever to escape and tried untying the knot on my wrist but as soon as I did she took hold of it and the battle was suddenly in her favor. 

“If you give up now, I will give mercy to my prisoner,” she promised.

I had been tempted to give in but would not. Instead I wanted to play a trick on her. I offered her my ankle with my toes pointed gracefully like a ballerina. As she took it in her hands gently, I took it away. She grabbed for it again and missed. She lunged for my ankle and I pulled it away but I hadn’t anticipated that she would go for the other one and it was instantly bound tightly to the bed. I gave in to her but it was not important that I be tied up completely, she actually liked it when I had one leg free. 

She never wanted to hurt me or degrade me like some of the sexual perverts enjoyed to do. Instead she just wanted control, just like in her life. She liked to please me because I would do anything for her and never asked anything in return. She rang the bell and the servant came in and she motioned for him to come closer. She had whispered something in his ear and he immediately left. She crawled onto the bed and brushed my hair out of my face with her fingertips. The servant knocked on the door and came in with a large tray covered by a domed lid. He set it on the table and left the room once more. 

Sarah got up with a bouncy excitement that made her all the more alluring. She opened the lid just a crack and pulled out a blindfold. She tied it gently around my head and I heard her walk back over to the table. The lid was pulled off fully this time and she toyed with whatever was on the tray. She walked across the room and sat on the bed and lifted my free leg so that it touched my chest. She teased my thighs and sensitive lips and slid something along the whole length of my slit. I gasped loudly at the sensation it produced and tried to wriggle away from it. I did not like this foreign thing and Sarah could feel my dissent.

She was fairly disappointed and removed the blindfold. I saw the large dildo in her hand and couldn’t believe that she would try to use that on me.

“Sarah, we don’t need those things. All I need is you to make me happy and satisfied,” I explained.

She tried to rationalize it to me, “I just thought we could try something new, that’s all. Do you not like it?”

“To be honest with you, I have never used one and felt it was shameful to do so.”

She had looked at my funny, thinking that it was very odd for a woman of this day and age to never have used a dildo. She really wanted to gratify me with it but understood my point of view. I had displeased her but she never voiced it. 

I got fairly nervous but spoke up, “Sarah, my love, if you want to, we can. It never hurts to try new things.”

She kissed me gently on the lips and picked up the dildo, warming it in her hands. The hard plastic pressed to my hole and every muscle in my body tensed up. It had been bigger than any of my partners had been and I let out a small whimper.

“If you relax my love it will fit perfectly!” she said, half reprimanding me.

I tried my best and she managed to get all of it in with no more problems. She stroked my thigh and gave me a silent praise. She went down between my legs and kissed my clean-shaven mound, which caused me to tremble in anticipation. She stiffened her tongue to a point and gently flicked my swollen clit with it. I tried to sit up but fell back down after my bonds only let me elevate a few inches. She continued her assault on my clit for a few seconds until in my desire to be closer to her I had forced the dildo out. She picked up the sticky thing and eased it into me once more, this time I let out a soft moan. She smiled sweetly at me as if to say, “I told you so” and lapped up my juices. 

She held the dildo in place this time and sucked and nibbled on my clit. I writhed around on the bed and as I was approaching my climax she began pumping the dildo in and out. The sucking, licking and the thrusting were more than I could bear and I had a screaming orgasm. She continued to plunge it in and out and after a few moments I was shaking to another climax. 

The servant was heard knocking at the door, “Ma’am is everything alright in there?”

Sarah just laughed and assured him that everything was fine. She untied me and I dove for her, knocking her onto her back. I kissed her passionately, completely taken aback by what she had done for me. I licked at the corners of her mouth, getting all of my juices off of her face. She had taken me to another level. Surprisingly I was quite mad at her. I thought to myself “How am I going to top that?!” 

It seemed as though she has sensed my dilemma and told me “You don’t have to try and out do me, tonight is your night. Just be with me and that will be enough.”

But I could not be satisfied with that. I placed her onto her back with her help and I spread her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Her torture of me had made her quite horny and her little pussy glistened. I ran my tongue along the whole length of it and swallowed all of the extra juices. It tasted like the honey in the bottom of my teacup and coated my throat with the same delicious sweetness. 

I found the dildo on the table, still covered with my sticky residue and I climbed back onto the bed. She looked over at me and I put on a little show for her. I licked the dildo seductively, as if it was connected to her and she could feel my rigid tongue slide across it. I cleaned it thoroughly and placed it between her massive breasts for safe keeping until I was ready to use it.

I got to work teasing her clit with my darting tongue and she squealed in pleasure. I had a renewed sexual energy and wanted to do my best to please her fully. I alternated from teasing her clit to playing with her erect nipples, trying to figure out which she liked more at the moment

“Have you ever seen a strap-on?” Sarah asked all of a sudden.

“Yes, why?”

“Ring the bell” she directed.

I rang it and a servant brought in a small, hinged box. Inside was the actual strap part of a strap-on. She helped me into it and attached the dildo that was between her breasts to it. It hung heavy on my pelvis but she liked the way I stood with it on. She grasped it gently and pulled it down into the correct position as a man’s would be, instead of towards my abdomen as it had been before. It was resting right on my clit and whenever I moved, it would trigger a shudder throughout my body. I crawled towards her on the bed and the large dildo swayed as I moved. 

She smiled and directed me to sit down. She began sucking on the dildo like I had done before but this time it WAS connected to me and I was receiving immense pleasure from it. I stopped her after a few moments and made her lay down. I eased the cumbersome apparatus into her hole and she bit softly on her lower lip. I tried to get the rhythmic thrusting right by propelling my hips but I was not succeeding. She grabbed my waist and moved it for me until I got the hang of it. I impaled her with the dildo at the same time as I used my hands to tease her clit or fondle her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and rolled my thumb and forefinger over her slippery love button. She began panting hard as I tweaked her clit and then screamed out as she came and collapsed on the bed. 

I remained in her and leaned over. She held me tight and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning I woke up in a ball, alone on the bed and I began to cry a little. I wanted her with me so badly. I never liked to wake up alone. I pulled some pillows off of the floor and mounded them up and cuddled with them as if it were her body. I slept until noon and afterwards, sat out on the balcony, hoping she would come for me. The doors were shut, locking me out and the linens were changed like the day before but she did not come back. Not until I had cried myself to sleep that night did she join me. She tried to climb into our bed silently but I caught her and reached to kiss her. She stopped me and kissed her finger and pressed it to my lips. I fell asleep once more in her arms.

When I woke up, the sun was streaming into the room and Sarah was still asleep, which was quite odd for her. I got out from under her arm and snuck out of the room as quietly as possible. I wanted to surprise her with some breakfast in bed so I went to the servant’s room and asked for a tray of cakes and tea. I brought it up to the room and she was still sleeping but she had pulled a pillow into the void I had left and was squeezing it tightly. I set up the tray on the table and took a fragrant raspberry and lemon muffin to her and held it in front of her nose. As she awoke from her drowsy sleep I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at me.

“My Lilly, how did you sleep my dear?” Sarah asked.

“Fine after you came along.”

“I’m sorry my love, we had a crisis down at the company and-“

I cut her off, “I don’t care, today is Saturday and you are with me, that is all that matters. We have the whole day together.”

She sat up and kissed me again a little more forcefully but I would not open my mouth to her, I wanted to be the tease today. I fed her the raspberry and lemon muffin and skipped across the room to get the serving dish with the tea. I sat it on the bed to her left and climbed in on the other side, resting my head on her soft chest. She fed me cakes and gave me sweet kisses that tasted of strawberries and apricot jam. We sipped our tea and the servant came in and took our tray away. 

“Well Lilly, today is your day to decide what we shall do,” she told me

“I don’t know Sarah. Did you have anything in mind?” I asked.

“Not really, how about we just take a bath and get cleaned up and see how things go,” she suggested.

“That sounds good Sarah”

She started the bathwater and added a bit of lavender scented bubble bath; it quickly made the whole room smell wonderful. Sarah undressed me and helped me into the large tub. She took off her robe and sat behind me. I passed her the shapely decanter and she dipped it into the warm water and poured it over my head. I sputtered and she tilted my head back and poured another pitcher full of water over my head. She pressed her body against mine and kissed my neck softly. I passed her my favorite shampoo and she dispensed a tiny bit into her hands and massaged it into my scalp. The scent of the peach shampoo over powered the lavender for a moment and I inhaled deeply. She drenched my head with pitcher after pitcher of water and then leaned back and rested against the rear of the tub. I relaxed and placed my head on her chest and listened to her soft breathing. 




For You



After a few minutes of relaxation she got out of the tub and explained that she forgot to grab towels. She left me for a few moments and I washed my face with a small washcloth. She came back wrapped in a towel and held one open for me. She tucked it tightly around me and proceeded to dry my hair. We walked back into the bedroom and she pulled out a brush, first brushing her own hair, then mine. Sarah got up and went to our chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of royal blue panties and a matching bra and threw them at my unsuspecting head. She let out a small chuckle as she slipped into her underwear. I tossed her favorite robe at her head but she reacted quickly and snatched it out of the air.

I gave her my ‘come hither’ eyes and she made a running leap onto the bed. I snuggled close to her and she wrapper her arms around me. 

There was a knock at the door, “Come in,” Sarah said.

It was not one of the servants who came in though, it was a man dressed in only a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and sandals. I quickly tightened the sash holding my robe together and sat up a little. He had the most beautiful eyes and a curly mop of hair on his head and the slightest bit of muscle definition that made him genuinely sexy. 

“Please, sit down,” Sarah said as she motioned to the chair, “Lilly, this is Ivan, he works for the company fixing computers. Ivan, this is my love Lilly, you have seen her pictures on my desk but it’s definitely better in real life, wouldn’t you say?”

He just stared at me and blushed. It was odd to have a man in the house that wasn’t one of the servants. I was used to them seeing me running around in just panties and a bra but now I felt so self-conscious about everything. I ran my fingers through my damp hair to get it out of my face and made sure I was well covered by my short robe but that didn’t seem to be enough. I almost cowered behind Sarah, trying to get as close to her as possible to hide myself.

“Lilly, my love, I brought him here for you,” she said.

“What?! What do you mean?” I said, completely shocked. 

“You haven’t had a man for almost three years now.”

“So!” I shouted, “I don’t love anyone but you!”

“Lilly, please calm down. I thought you would enjoy this.”

“I don’t love him, I love you,” I said as I held her tightly.

“Should I leave?” Ivan asked

“No, let me just talk to Lilly alone, I should have talked to her in the first place,” Sarah said as she rang the bell and Ivan was escorted out.

“Why did you do this?” I asked

“Lilly, I haven’t told you this but I don’t think you are truly happy in our relationship. You are bisexual, not a lesbian. I thought you might enjoy the company of a man. I’m sorry if I have upset you.”

“I am completely content in our relationship, I don’t need-,” I said but Sarah cut me off.

“Lilly, I want to have a baby,” I was dumbfounded but she continued, “You are our only hope, you know I can’t have children. I was hoping you would get to know him and eventually… you know.”

I was silent for the longest time and she rang the bell and Ivan was escorted back in the room. I looked down, completely miserable. I had bitten her head off when all she wanted to do was make things better for me. He sat back in the chair and Sarah struck up a conversation.

“Ivan, I am sorry things have gone so wrong today. You are welcome to stay for lunch.”

“Thank you Ms. Sheer,” he said shyly.

“We are not at work, please call me Sarah.”

I leaned over and kissed Sarah and whispered gently in her ear, “I love you” and walked over to the chair Ivan was sitting in. He looked at me like I was insane and I sat in his lap gently. I placed one hand on each of his cheeks and tilted my head and kissed him on the lips. I could just feel Sarah smiling on me so I took it a step forward. I pressed my tongue to his lips and he opened his mouth slightly and I invaded it. I drew my nails over his back and he stiffened up as if it tickled. He was very still, seemingly petrified. I got off of his lap and walked over to the bed and climbed in. I motioned for him to join us and he slowly walked over to the bed.

He went to climb in and Sarah stopped him, “No shirts, shorts or shoes, it’s our rule.”

I had never heard of that rule before, Sarah came into our bed fully clothed all the time. I took advantage of it and unbuttoned his shorts and slowly let down the fly. He climbed in and I moved over so he could be in between the two of us. I leaned over and kissed Sarah deeply and passionately, the kind of kiss that comes when you are at the airport and you know you aren’t going to see each other for a long time. Ivan didn’t know what to do so he just lay there, stiff as a board. I took his hand and kissed his fingertips and held his hand to my face. 

He seemed to look to Sarah for some reassurance and she smiled at him. He untied my sash and played with the taut flesh of my stomach. I reached around and unhooked the clasp of my bra and threw it off the bed and took his hand and put it on the firm skin. I bent forward and began sucking on his neck and tilted my head in a way to invite him to do the same. My breasts pressed against his chest and he had his hands around my back massaging my bum through the soft material. 

There was a knock at the door and Ivan had stopped for a moment but I continued. The servant brought in a tray of sandwiches and Sarah got up to hurry him out. I had my hands down his boxers and began feeling around and was completely shocked. I gave Sarah a look like ‘There is no way that is going there!!’ and she just rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. He was even bigger than the dildo she had used the other night. Sarah climbed back in bed and came up behind me this time and she kissed my neck while I wrestled to get his boxers off. She guided Ivan’s hands and helped him get my panties off. Here we were, a nude mass of flesh and Sarah was still fully clothed. 

I whispered in Ivan’s ear and he sat on the side of the bed and I began undressing Sarah. I freed her massive breasts and Ivan nearly died. All of her bras smashed her endowments down but now that they were liberated they seemed to be twice the size they were before. I wanted to be flirtatious with Sarah at the same time as I was trying to turn Ivan on so I removed Sarah’s panties using my teeth only, getting a good whiff of her scent. Ivan had watched the whole naughty show and was getting really horny. I laid on my back and pulled Sarah close to me on my left and Ivan on my right and they both held my hands as they each found an area to kiss and alternated on my lips. 

Ivan began rubbing his groin on my leg as he suckled my breast. I dreaded the thought of having sex with him. I wanted to, I hadn’t had a man for a long time and I craved the feeling I got when I could feel the spurting inside me. But I didn’t think I could possibly handle that much in me. I got very nervous and Sarah realized it. 

“You don’t have to have sex, you body is strictly yours,” she reassured

It didn’t do much to ease my fears. But I had made up my mind.

“Sarah, I think I am going to need some help,” I said.

She rubbed my nose with hers and kissed my lips softly. She gently elevated my pelvis by placing a pillow under my bum, which would make it easier to enter. She got out a bottle of lubrication and generously applied it to both of us. She kissed me again on the lips and Ivan leaned in and kissed me as well. He touched my clit but didn’t have much experience and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Sarah took his hand and guided his middle finger in my hole and helped him stroke my g-spot. I moaned loudly and he continued for a few moments. 

He took his time and rubbed the head of his cock along my slit and when he was ready he preceded to press it in. It already met up with some resistance and Sarah kissed me as I shut my eyes tightly. He slipped past and I let out a small scream. I tried to hold back the tears and Sarah held my hand tightly, whispering, “It’ll be okay”. Ivan paused for a moment when he got it all in, panting slightly. He stroked my face with the back of his hand and tried to soothe me.

He continued and began pumping in and out, slow and methodically, much slower than with the dildo. Pain mixed with pleasure as he struck my g-spot with every stroke. My tiny vagina contracted hard on him and he moaned loudly and his legs began to shake. He thrust in and out and his legs became so weak that he fell onto his hands and knees. I yelped and winced but Sarah smiled at me and it seemed to make everything better. He came violently inside me and I shook all over. He pulled out and curled up next to me.

I closed my legs tightly and rolled onto my side, holding Sarah forcefully. I had bled a little on the sheets and Sarah looked at me, feeling a little guilty for suggesting it. She rubbed my back softly and I curled up with her. Ivan was fast asleep and we covered him up and went downstairs to sit on the grand terrace. 

I sat in her lap in one of the lounge chairs and clung to her like a baby. She consoled me and kissed me gently on the lips. I loved her and she always wanted to absolute best for me. The sun began going down and a servant brought us a blanket to wrap up in. Ivan came down with his boxers on and kissed my cheek and gave Sarah a hug. He pulled up a chair and held my hand, kissing it gently. I fell asleep surrounded by the love of the two of them.

It was seven months full of false hope and fertility concoctions. Ivan would come over all the time and we continued this ritual a total of twenty-six times before I finally conceived. I was in a state of pure bliss when the little blue line showed up on the pregnancy test. For the first few months Sarah and I planned the baby’s room and shopped for new things. She went out and bought a minivan and had a car seat professionally installed and triple checked. All of this before I was even showing signs. Ivan came over frequently, he would only have to be part of the baby’s life if he wished and he made a conscious effort to be there to see the first ultrasound. Sarah had been hoping that the baby was a girl and deep down that’s what I wanted as well but we didn’t actually want to know until the baby was born.

We would sit in bed every night and she would read to the baby and we debated over names. We argued over private or public schooling, piano lessons or horseback riding lessons and summers at the lake or at home; all before the baby was even five months in the womb. My belly began to swell and Sarah made fun of my naval, which was turning from ‘innie’ to ‘outie’. She would get much amusement from watching me get dressed; each day I would find something else that didn’t fit. We went shopping but I could never find anything I liked. We went to the mall to a maternity store and she spent over two hundred dollars on clothing for me, all of which proudly displayed my tummy. 

When I got bigger she would give my back massages and rub sweet smelling oil into my belly. She doted on me as if I was a goddess; bringing me food in bed, rubbing my feet, buying me useless things I didn’t need, but I loved her for it. As month seven approached she began only working half days. She would spend most of her time watching me as I maneuvered through skinny passages and moved throughout the house with my back arched and my hands on my hips. She loved sitting by the pool while I swam my laps, remarking that I was ‘so graceful in the water’. I would immediately retort with something like ‘oh, and I don’t look graceful any other time?’ She would roll her eyes at me and I would splash her and that would be our daily routine.

One warm morning I finished my shower, wrapped a large towel around myself and lay on the bed. I hadn’t noticed but Sarah was watching me from the doorway, loving the sight of my nearly naked form lying there. She moved in stealthily and kissed me while I had my eyes closed. I moaned against her lips, only pressing her to love me more. She smiled, bearing against me. Her fingertips lightly traced idle designs along the firm flesh of my gravid belly, occasionally pressing against my bellybutton. Her other hand caressing and massaging my breasts, running her fingertips across my nipples, her lips locked to mine in a kiss.

I broke our moment of passion and smiled devilishly at her. I ran my fingers through her hair and gently pushed her down to my breasts. "Make love to me Sarah"

She nuzzled my breasts, her hot breath washing across my nipples. She tenderly licked one before settling in and suckling, sucking hard and licking, trying to stimulate me to orgasm without touching anything else. I balled the sheets up in my hands as wave upon wave of pleasure wracked my body. Her tongue was expertly teasing me and I was so close to orgasm I was quaking. She continued suckling, her lips and tongue massaging and rubbing my right nipple. My left was in the expert care of her fingertips; gentle stroking, the occasional soft pinch, and rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers. That was all she did for now, trying to get me, the woman she loved, to climax and climax hard.

I was panting hard and arching my back towards my lover. As I bit down on my bottom lip I muffled a scream and came. My body convulsed as I forced her head to be buried in my chest, hoping she would suck harder. A small little trickle of moisture ran from my slit, onto the bed. She was suckling as hard as possible, kneading the soft flesh of my breasts with her fingertips. Her tongue flitted over my nipple and one hand stroked my belly, her hips and dripping pussy pressed against my thigh.

I shuddered and sighed and came down off my high. As my eyes began to focus once more I looked down at her with pure adoration. She made me feel like a queen whenever we were together. My eyes then wandered a bit lower and saw her pressed to my thigh. A sly smile spread over my face. "Sarah, would you like a little help with that?" I said as my hands found there way to her warm slit.

She blinked, and gasped as my hands found her wet nub and she blushed a little. "Y-yeah, I would..."

An evil grin spread over my face, one that seemed to say 'Oh you're in for it now!' I rolled her over and nuzzled the nape of her neck, working my way down, nibbling and licking her nipples, licking her tummy. My eyes feasted on her for a moment before I began lapping up the moisture on her thighs. She gasped, watching, though her vision hazed over with pleasure, her legs twitching. I licked the soft skin like a cat grooming her paws; firm, long strokes with a soft tongue. I nibbled up and down her thighs, hoping to elicit a soft moan or two. I wanted her to orgasm, to feel her body shake and hear her scream out in ecstasy. I looked into her eyes, flashed down to her cunt and then looked into her eyes again. I buried my face in her pussy in one split second, licking all over with a furious tongue. I moaned and licked it hard, savoring her subtle sweetness. Her entire body was trembling as she desperately tried to hold in her orgasm, she was holding back, hands clenching the sheets, her body rigid.

I sucked on her swollen clit hard. I waited eagerly to be able to lap up all of her sweet juices. I moaned against her and sucked hard, over and over, sending waves through her body; in hopes she would climax soon. And it proved my teasing was too much, and she cried out, shivering as she came. She lay still, panting, catching her breath and cuddled me close.

"You didn’t have to do that, you know," she half censured.

I laughed and said "Didn't have to, I wanted to."

She smiled, and kissed me, nuzzling close. "Happy?"

“Yes," I said with a smirk as I licked my lips

She smiled. "Goody! I'm glad you're happy. What else would you like me to do for you?" 

I cuddled softly and said, "Just sit here and be with me, that's enough for me."

Her love for me was unparalleled. Ivan’s visits seemed to come after longer and longer periods of time but her love was unwavering. She was at every Lamaze meeting and even held one at our house when the coach had to leave town for a week. She had the servants busily baby-proofing the entire house; gates on every staircase, cabinet locks for the kitchen, baby monitors for just about every room. I tried to explain that those things wouldn’t be needed for a long time but she didn’t listen and went right ahead with her plans. When she was done, the whole second floor seemed to be dedicated to the baby.

I was eight months along when I started having contractions. She took me immediately to the hospital. I was given some medication and told I had to stay on bed rest. It was very difficult because I had been quite active. Sarah didn’t even want me to get up to use the bathroom! But I would find some way to distract her by sending her on some phony errand or something and when she returned I would be sitting on the toilet and she would scowl at me and help me back into bed. 

I held off the inevitable for about a week and a half longer and woke up in the middle of the night in the first stages of labor. Sarah wrapped me in our blanket and took me to the car. She drove to the hospital as quickly as possible and on the way I called Ivan using our cell phone. He got to the hospital before us and reserved a room in the maternity ward. I was wheeled up there in a wheel chair and helped into my gurney. The nurses dressed me in one of those silly paper gowns and propped up my feet. 

“One of you is going to have to leave,” the head nurse said.

“I request that they both stay, Sarah is my wife and Ivan is the father,” I explained.

“Oh, one of those situations,” the head nurse said as she rolled her eyes.

I was quite relieved when the head nurse left because she was making things quite unfriendly in the room and I didn’t want my baby to come into a hostile environment. I wanted a natural birth but the pain was getting quite bad. Sarah and Ivan each took a hand and helped me through the contractions, which were getting stronger and more frequent. When the big ones came I almost crushed Ivan’s hand, Sarah said she could hear the bones popping. I was relatively quiet but the pain was very intense. I strained back the tears as the baby’s head forced it’s way out and Sarah praised me for it all.

“It’s a girl!” the nurse shouted and handed Sarah the baby. 

I looked into her eyes; our child of love and I cried like a fool. Ivan kissed me on the cheek and got the hold the baby next. They took her away for a moment and foot printed her and made up her birth certificate, Morgan Alyson Whitmore. She had the most beautiful eyes, eyes like Sarah’s.

When they brought her back I had to nurse her, which wasn’t working out at first. All of the nurses poked and prodded at my breasts, squeezing them, trying to get the milk to flow. Sarah came in with her delicate hands and finally got it to work and she passed the baby to me and I fed her. Morgan hadn’t cried once, which was quite a relief. After about four hours, my tests came back normal and Morgan had received all of her immunizations and was ready to go home. We packed up the car with all the things and I strapped our baby in tightly. Ivan kissed me on the cheek and promised to meet up with us at our house. 

Naturally, he got their first because Sarah insisted on driving about five miles per hour. Okay, so I’m exaggerating but she was very cautious and made me feel really safe. We pulled into the garage and Ivan was sitting at our table waiting for us. He carried her upstairs to our bedroom as I lay on the bed, exhausted. Sarah massaged my back and whispered in my ear, praising me for such a wonderful job I had done. The baby became fussy and I fed her again and dozed off while Sarah and Ivan watched. They took her out of the room in case she decided to cry; they wanted me to get some sleep. 




For You



“Little Morgan,” Sarah would coo.

“She is so beautiful.”

The two of them sat on the couch and passed her back and forth, each rocking her and holding her tiny little hands. She only ate very small meals, even for a baby and had to be fed often but I had pumped a bottle of breast milk while at the hospital so they didn’t have to wake me right away. Ivan fell asleep first and Sarah put the baby in the crib in our bedroom, she would sleep with us for the first few months, then move on to her own room. Sarah got a blanket and wrapped her up snugly so she would stay warm and made sure there were no drafts coming from the window. Sarah kissed Morgan on her forehead and headed out and shut the door, leaving me to sleep with the baby.

I woke up as dawn approached and whisked over to the crib to watch Morgan sleep. She occasionally moved around and I got such delight out of it. I walked downstairs and made myself a cup of juice. I hadn’t been able to have tea for months and still wouldn’t because I had decided to breast-feed. Sarah was curled up on the recliner and Ivan was sprawled out on the couch. I kissed each of them and walked out onto the terrace. 

I hadn’t heard, but Morgan had been crying and Ivan brought her out to me.

“I think someone is hungry,” he said as he handed her to me and sat down.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Kind of, I woke up a couple times because I thought I heard Morgan. I would go peek in your room but it was a false alarm.”

“I’m glad you care so much.”

Morgan continued to nurse, making little slurping noises every now and then. Ivan looked over at me and smiled. Sarah walked out onto the terrace, yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She kissed my forehead and smoothed out the baby’s soft brown hair. When Morgan was finished eating I patted her back and she let out a small burp. The sun was coming out from behind a cloud so I covered her face a little with her blanket. 

The servants had not seen the baby so when they woke up, Sarah rounded them up on the patio and we passed her around. All made their remarks about how she was the cutest thing they had ever seen and Claire said with her French accent “Oh, such a petite mademoiselle!” All was harmony in our household and I was truly happy.

Sarah had been home with me for about a week when she got a call that they needed her at the office. Frankly I was glad that she would be leaving for a little while. She told me not to get out of bed and to let the servants get me whatever I needed. Of course I had no intentions of listening to her!

As her car pulled out of the driveway I got dressed and had the baby dressed as well. I was a bit perturbed when I still had to put on maternity clothes because I had a lot of weight retained from the baby, but it didn’t bother me too much. I placed little Morgan in her stroller and put up the little hood to shield her from the sun. She cooed and gurgled as I strapped on my sandals. Our servant Marco thought it was best to walk with us, to keep Sarah from getting angry that I disobeyed her.

We walked around our quiet community and stopped to talk our neighbor who was distracted from her gardening by Morgan’s hungry cries. She came up and we talked for a few moments. In my three years of living here, I never really ventured around our neighborhood, preferring to go to parks and the mall. I didn’t feel comfortable feeding Morgan in public so we went straight home.

I curled up on the couch, unbuttoned my shirt and nursed Morgan while pumping a bottle from my other nipple. It was a messy and uncomfortable business but someone had to do it. As the baby drifted off to sleep I sat her in a little cradle in the living room and made myself some lunch. I was tired of relying on the servants for everything and had voiced my opinion to Sarah about it, but at the same time I didn’t want to just kick them to the curb. They kept the house clean and prepared Sarah and I exotic meals. They also made it easier for us to raise the baby because Sarah’s lucrative business tended to pull her away from the house at odd hours and for long periods of time.

I turned on the TV and watched a documentary on dolphins. It was quite dry and the host had a very monotonous voice which put me right to sleep. I woke up with a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and got up to get some aspirin. As I did I felt very lightheaded and had to sit back down. I called for one of the servants and she brought me the aspirin and a glass of water. I laid back down and waited for the medicine to kick in. Sarah came home late that night to find me, still in pain, still lying on the couch. 

“What is going on?” she shouted.

“Lilly has broken out in a fever and is having severe pains from her stomach,” one of the servants spoke up meekly.

“And why wasn’t I notified? Why wasn’t she taken to the doctor?” she bellowed.

“She told us not to, said that is wasn’t that bad and it would go away as soon as the pills took effect.”

“Marco, grab the baby and put her in the car. She needs to go to the hospital! The next time she pulls this kind of shit don’t listen to her!” Sarah stormed.

She scooped me up in her arms and carried me out to the car. I moaned in pain as she sat me in the seat and I insisted that it be reclined. She put a damp cloth to my head and sped off towards the hospital. She pulled up in the emergency lane where the ambulances usually pull up. Some doctors wheeling out a gurney met us there.

“She needs to be admitted to the emergency room. She has spiked a very high fever and is in severe pain,” Sarah explained to the doctors.

They opened the door and took me out, placing me gently but still painfully on the gurney. They told Sarah that she couldn’t park here which further agitated her. She hurried to find a parking place, grabbed up Morgan and ran to find me once more. 

They had taken my temperature and found I was at 104.6 and were now using cooling blankets to lower the fever before I suffered brain damage. Sarah was quite anxious and was forced to get out of the room by many nurses. She tried to calm herself but nothing was working and her stress was making the baby nervous as well. She sat down and pulled the diaper bag onto the seat next to her. She rifled through diapers and baby wipes to get to the baby bottle that she had just thrown into the bag just before leaving. She fed Morgan to calm the baby down but it also had a soothing effect on her as well. 

“Mrs. Whitmore. Mrs. Whitmore I need to speak with you,” said the voice of one of the nurses as she reached to tap Sarah on the shoulder.

“Yes, what is it? Is Lilly alright?” 

“Not at the moment she isn’t. She seems to have a horrible infection in her uterus, stemming from one of her fallopian tubes. Right now we need to get her into the operating room and remove the infected part. If all goes well that is all we will have to do, if not we may have to do a radical hysterectomy. Now we need you to sign here, giving us permission to do the surgery.”

Sarah was crying terribly hard but she took the pen and signed at the bottom of the form. She asked if she could see me before I went into the operating room and she was escorted through the swinging doors as nurses prepared me for the procedure. EKG sensors and IV lines came out of everywhere and made Sarah cry even more. Despite the morphine I was receiving I was still in visible pain. I lifted my hand to stroke Morgan’s cheek but I couldn’t, it felt like I was paralyzed. My eyes welled up with tears that I couldn’t hold my lover or our child. Sarah pressed her lips to my forehead, which eased the pain a little. She wiped away my tears and stayed in the room until the doctor’s took me out.

I woke up feeling very groggy and my eyelids were quite heavy. I managed to look around and found that I was in a private suite and the TV was on softly. My lovely Sarah was sitting curled up in a chair to the right of me, fast asleep. I lifted the blanket covering me to see where the incisions were made and to try and anticipate how bad the scars would be. There was a long straight row of stitches covered by bandages right over the pudgy part of my stomach. I lifted the bandage slightly at one of the places it wasn’t taped down and noticed a small part that wasn’t really clotting. I pressed the call button and a nurse came in.

“Ma’am, is this normal?” I said warily and she came over to see what I was talking about.

“Yes, but let me get some antiseptic on that.”

She peeled off all of the bandages causing me to wince a little and she applied a clear ointment to the whole area. She wrapped it tightly with gauze and put tape across it.

“There, all better miss,” the nurse said.

“Is there anything I can get for the pain?”

“Yes, see this button over here. This delivers morphine into your IV. Just press it and a few milligrams will be directly administered. And don’t worry about overdosing; it can only give you so much.”

“Thank you.”

She left the room and Sarah rolled over, grumbling something about the stock market and rainbows. I thought it was quite odd but it didn’t really matter. I looked around and saw a little crib that looked something like an incubator. ‘Morgan!’ I thought with excitement. I pressed the call button once more and the same nurse came in.

“How may I help you?”

“I’m sorry to be such a bother but I just noticed that my baby is in here and I didn’t want to wake Sarah. Could I please hold her? She is probably hungry and my breasts are very full right now,” I whispered.

“Normally I would say no but it is unhealthy for you to allow your breasts to remain full like that. It can also make you unable to provide for your baby in the future,” she lectured, picking Morgan gently out of the crib.

I held her tightly, never wanting to let go. I opened the gown and brought Morgan’s mouth to my swollen breast. It was very painful but felt ten times better when she was finished, but she had only consumed a little and it would be full again in no time. Sarah stirred once more and opened her eyes slightly to see me fully awake. She sat up and ran over to my bedside and began kissing all over my face.

“I thought you were going to be taken from me!” she said in between kisses, “I thought I would have to raise this baby by myself and live the rest of my life in horrid solitude!”

“Sarah, Sarah, calm down. Obviously I’m fine. Did the doctors ever tell you what caused the infection?”

“A piece of tissue, left there since Morgan’s birth. They had to remove your whole left ovary, fallopian tube and part of the uterus. Hopefully that is the end of it and you won’t suffer from anything like early menopause.”

“I’m just glad to be here with you and our little Morgan.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and her hand had inadvertently grazed my swollen and sensitive breast. I tensed and she looked at me with alarm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I haven’t been able to breast feed for over sixteen hours. My breasts are so full of milk it’s unbelievable!”

She gently pulled aside the gown and stared at my engorged boobs. Her eyes grew wide and she bent down, taking one of my nipples painfully in her mouth. She had never fed off of me before, partly because I wasn’t producing that much milk before. But now that had all changed. She had tasted my milk previously but only from Morgan’s bottle, she loved the sweetness of it nevertheless. She began to suckle and I stopped her.

“Is this not what you wanted?” she asked despondently.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I just wanted you to put Morgan in her crib first.”

Sarah did as I asked and pulled her chair close to my bed. She let down one of the side rails and rested some of her weight on the gurney. She took my nipple into her mouth once more and began nursing, a bit more forcefully than Morgan ever did. She would fill her mouth with my milk and then swallow it all down. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely but I had to stop her. My other breast was still inflated to its freakish size and still throbbed. She moved to the other side and quickly released some of the pressure. 

After the breasts returned to a bit above normal size, the feeling returned to them. Finally I could tell what Sarah was doing. She had her mouth open wide, suckling softly but at the same time she was flicking my nipple with her tongue. I felt a wave of pleasure go through me and demanded that she stop teasing or I would make her get off. She felt a bit dejected but understood that now was not the best time to get me turned on. 

After about three hours of watching stupid daytime talk shows, the nurse came in and informed me that my white blood cell count was back to normal and than the sutures showed no sign of infection either. She told me that after one more day in the hospital, I would be allowed to go home, just as long as things stayed the same. Sarah never left my side the entire time and even got the servants to smuggle in food from home. She always made sure my room was completely filled with flowers and ‘Get Well Soon’ balloons. I even got a lovely basket from Ivan who couldn’t make it down to see me. 

Things went well and I went home the following morning. I was forced to use a wheelchair until I got my stitches out which really put a damper on a lot of things. I couldn’t sleep in my own bedroom, I couldn’t relax in my extra large bathtub and I couldn’t get the baby out of her nursery because I wasn’t able to go up the stairs. I was mainly isolated to the hardwood floors because it was very difficult to roll on the carpet. I couldn’t push Morgan when we went for a walk because I had to use my hands to push myself. And forget going up hills to go to the park.

But Sarah made things easier for me. She would occasionally carry me upstairs, especially when she wanted to be alone with me. When she would wake up in the mornings after spending the night in the guest room with me, she would rush upstairs and bring Morgan down to me. She was fond of pushing me around when I needed to travel on the carpet or when we went for walks. She loved that fact that I was practically incapacitated because she could dote on me and have a good reason for it. 

One Saturday we were just watching TV on the couch, cuddled close to one another and Sarah said, “How would you like to go out tonight to the mall and then to dinner?”

“That sounds pretty good. When do you want to leave?” I asked.

“How about right now?”

“Sure, I’ll pack up Morgan’s diaper bag.”

“No, just me and you,” she insisted, “We haven’t had a night out alone for the longest time!”

“Who will we get to watch the baby?” I implored.

“We have servants who could easily take care of a child and I’m sure Ivan wouldn’t mind coming over and spending some time with her.”

I was very apprehensive, never having left Morgan in the care of anyone but Sarah and myself, but in the end I agreed. We called up Ivan and asked if he wanted to spend some time with her and he said he would be glad to. I pumped a bottle of breast milk so Morgan would have plenty to eat and got a bunch of diapers and toys out so Ivan wouldn’t have to look for them.

“Quit worrying about that!” Sarah censured, “I’m sure if Ivan can’t find anything the servants will be able to tell him. Now lets get dressed and head out for our romantic evening, shall we?”

“I wish you would just let me obsess about a few things, it gives me something to occupy my time. What should I wear?” I asked.

“It doesn’t really matter because I had planned to get you some more normal clothes. I’m really getting sick of seeing you in those stupid maternity clothes with their supposed ‘slimming lines,’” she complained.

“I’m not even close to being my original size and right now I can’t do any exercises to lose that child bearing weight,” I said, feeling not the least bit sexy; a protruding stomach with sutures going across it, sagging breasts after pumping a bottle of breast milk and calloused hands from pushing my wheelchair trying to maintain independence.

“Come on. Lets go upstairs and get dressed and we can get out of here for a while,” Sarah said, sensing the dissention in my voice.

She scooped me up and carried me up the flight of stairs and plopped me on the bed playfully. She held me firmly against the bed and began kissing me all over. I moaned softly as she toyed with my earlobes and licked at the nape of my neck. I tried to reciprocate and play with her dangling breasts but she wouldn’t let me, silently telling me to surrender to her. She traced her hand down my side, completely avoiding the tender stitches and began running her fingers across my slit through my stretch pants. I moaned even louder and arched my back as best as I could, propelling my hips towards her. She unbuttoned my shirt seductively and took off my bra with one hand behind my back. When my breasts were liberated she took one of the nipples in her mouth and sucked on it softly, I could feel her taking in and swallowing the sweet breast milk.

“Ahem. Sarah, Lilly, are you two still going out?” Ivan asked sweetly, standing in our open doorway.

“Umm, yeah, I think,” I said blushing red.

“Yes, Ivan. We are still going out. We were just getting dressed,” Sarah said with her usual composure, “I really just love your timing!”

“Always a pleasure!” he said coyly.

“If you don’t mind… a moment with my love?” she said, gesturing to me.

“Oh, okay. See you two down stairs!” he said as he left the doorway.

“Can you shut the door please?” I asked him courteously. He shut the door and I rolled onto my side, “He killed the mood you know! Would you mind giving me a back massage?” I asked my pale love goddess.

“No problem sweetie, anything else?” she said as she massaged all of the soreness out of my back. 

“How about you pick out some clothes for me.”

“What pants are you most comfortable in, love?”

“The stretchy blue jeans in the second drawer, right there.”

“Do you like this shirt?” she asked, holding up a white button up shirt with lacey sleeves.

“Yeah, I need a pair of clean panties and my white breast feeding bra as well.”

“You are not wearing that hideous looking thing out in public if you don’t have to!” she insisted.

“You are such a pain in my backside!”

“But you know you love it!” she said right before she slapped me hard on the bum.

I yelped out in pain and she just laughed at me. She gathered the requested clothing and sat on the bed next to me. She stripped me down and helped me into the panties and bra, taking a moment to feel me up whenever possible. I cooperated as she finished getting me dressed and stopped to kiss me right on the lips. When we were done she hoisted me over her shoulder and carried me back down the stairs. I was placed in my wheelchair and seated myself comfortably.

“Well, glad you could join me,” Ivan said.

I poked my tongue at him and Sarah replied, “You were welcome to join us,” and I scowled at her, “Or not! If you don’t mind we will be heading out.”

“You guys have fun!” Ivan waved as we left.

She pushed me through the doorway, lifting the front a bit to get over the threshold. I tried to get in the car on my own but Sarah wouldn’t allow it because “You may cause even more damage if you don’t just take it easy.” She lifted me into the minivan and fastened my seatbelt tightly. My wheelchair was packed in the back, alongside Morgan’s car seat. 

“Ready?” she said as she buckled her own seatbelt. 

“Yeah.” 

Sarah smiled kindly at me as we drove. 

“So, where are we going for dinner, Sarah?” 

The tall woman just smiled. “You’ll see. We are going to have some fun, lovely girl of my dreams.” 

Sarah was dressed up- well it was dressed up for her. She wore her usual blouse and skirt or khakis to work, and lounged in nearly nothing or as close to that as she could get away with at home. Right now, however, she was stunning. Her hair, instead of being allowed to stream down her shoulders, back, and wherever it would go on it’s own, had been combed out and straightened, a long flowing river of silvery white strands, the bangs to either side of her face dyed a an almost navy blue color. She wore a dress of that same blue color, long and shimmery, like an evening gown, with actual lightning bolts, long streaks of pure white light on it. White glitter lipstick was on her lips, and for the first time in ages, she was going out braless- something she avoided doing, for though she looked better braless than restrained. Going braless also was murder on her back, despite her lithe, wiry, stronger-than-she-looks physique. Her nails were also painted a dark navy blue with silver and dark blue glitter mixed in, and all in all, she looked fabulous, like she was going to a dance. Except I was confined to her wheelchair, so it couldn’t be a dance. A few minutes later, minutes filled with my questions that were answered only with one of Sarah’s soft smiles and silence, she parked the car and helped me out and into my wheelchair. I looked up at the sign on the building Sarah was pushing me towards. 




For You



Your slave puts a delicate hand on the door and pushes it open. I pause allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light of Your bedroom. I move with the silent grace that comes naturally to me across the room to the window. My emerald eyes kissed with the oceans mist search the room. My breath catches in my throat as I see You lying on the bed asleep a soft smile on Your lips. Slipping my silks over my shoulders I gasp as the silk catches on my swollen nipples that speak of my need. Only catching briefly the silk continues its path over my skin, leaving chills of pleasure in its wake. The gossamer fabric of the silks pauses in their journey over my body when it reaches the swell of my hips. I slip my thumbs between the fabric and my soft skin and slide the silks over my hips and down my legs. Stepping carefully out of them and laying them aside.

I stand quietly at the window a moment letting the night air cool my fevered flesh, and then make my way to the bed. I pull the covers back and slip in beside You. As I move close to You, You turn in your sleep to rest on Your back. Raising to my knees I lean forward licking my full lips. My emerald eyes, betray my hunger for my Master's cock. My chestnut tresses fall forward brushing His cock with a feathery whisper of a touch, He twitches as shivers of pleasure run through out the length.

I moan with need my hot wet tongue seeking, Your taste, it swirls over the smooth velvety surface of the head of Your cock You wake. I lift my eyes to Yours gasping as I see the hunger in Your eyes. Your slave moans, my passion feeding my need as my hot wet tongue dances over the head again and again. Your cock growing hard...like the strength i feel whenever I am in my Master's presence. It overwhelms Your slave. Never taking my eyes from Yours, I whimper. My need to please my Master burns in my slave's belly. Your cock throbbing under the hot wet caress of my tongue, Your cock is as hard as forged blue steel. My tongue moving to tease the ridge of Your cock over and over again. Your eyes speak of Your lust as my head tilts slightly to the right my hair brushing the ground as my tongue moves down the length of Your pulsing shaft. Your cock engorged. The path of my tongue leaving chills of pleasure in its wake. Then I slowly move back up.

I place my lips on the head pausing briefly. Then I part my lips taking the hard throbbing length of you past my teeth over my tongue. Swallowing I take your cock into my throat. I swallow again allowing You to feel the contractions of my throat closing around you pulling you into my throat deeper and deeper until the shaft is buried in my throat to the hilt. I hold you there for an agonizing period of time my muscles in my throat tightening on you squeezing tighter and tighter until your hands grasp my hair. 

Finally I move slowly back releasing you from my throat ever so slowly. Inch by inch until the head slides over my tongue past my teeth and rest on my lips. as your hands try to pull me forward I resist taking pleasure in the feel of you in my mouth and in my throat slowly I move forward swallowing your cock taking you all the way into my throat. You moan with the feel of my throat muscles gripping your cock. I pause for a brief time and begin to move back until the head passes my tongue and my teeth and rests on my lips once again. I take my hand and grip the base of the shaft lightly moving my hand to the head. A glistening drop of precum escapes and my tongue quickly laps it up and I moan at the hot sweet taste of what is to come. 

Your hands now guiding my head I open my throat to you and quickly take you back in. Your cock slides deeper and deeper into my throat, the muscles gripping you. You grip my hair and pull me back and then forward deep into my throat. You hold my head in place by my hair and begin to thrust the entire hard throbbing length of You in and out deeper and deeper faster and faster, in and out faster and faster, deeper and deeper. 

Time ceases as we lose ourselves in our passion. You bury your cock deep in my throat and you moan for me as you feel the hot cum pump into my throat. I moan, swallowing greedily again and again drinking every last drop of Your cum savoring the taste of you. You lay spent beside me and I kiss your cheek softly as I lay in your arms listening to the beat of your heart. I lay there matching the beat of my heart with yours until they beat as one. I whisper to you good morning Master. 



For You, All For You, I'm Yours



© 2008 Duelduet. All publication rights reserved.

Dear Reader,

When a man has all he wants in life, what do you give him for his birthday? A card is nice, something thoughtful written within. Perhaps a small present, a trinket for on his desk. Other things. Over the years, I've gotten a lot of nice things from those who love me. Some of them remembered. Some forgotten. The old cliche fits so well; it is the thought that matters, not the gift. 

It is the thought that matters, not the gift itself. Yes, I repeated that on purpose. Here is a gift of giving. The giving of one's self to another. Submission. Many argue it is not so. Not a gift but a selfish act. They are fools. I say to them, and you, Dear Reader, that here is love. Read and know the love of my girl for me.

I confess I was a little shocked to read this. It made me ask myself, "Am I this man?" Perhaps sometimes. I hope not all the time. Claire made a point to me with this and I point it out so you, the Reader, might see it as I did. She has given herself to me. She is Mine. All Mine. Not for any other. I'm posting this in Romance for truly this is about love. 

Claire wrote this for my birthday present. There will be no answering story like the others we've posted. How can one respond to this. I suppose I could but no, not this time. Here is a prize I will hold dear to my heart and not forget. A gift from her heart, from my Claire, my love.

I love you Claire, so much. Thank you,

James

*

You walk in to the mud-room, tired from your busy day. The smell of barbecued ribs fills the air and you sigh as your mouth starts to water. Quickly you get rid of your coat and boots and come into the living room.

I come out from the kitchen, nude except for a plain pink kitchen apron, my hair in a ponytail high up on my head. 

"I'm so happy to see you, Daddy."

I have a tray -- scotch and a cigar for you to enjoy. I set the tray down on the end table, stand up on my toes, greeting you with a kiss and then indicate your favorite chair. You sit and I kneel at your feet, laying my head on your knees while I massage your feet. You lean back and close your eyes, letting go of the day while you sip your scotch.

Your stomach growls and so do you. "Where's my dinner, girl?"

"Right away, Daddy."

I rise slowly, showing myself off for you, twirling a little and you growl again, giving my butt a light smack.

"Well, get to it!" 

I pad off to the kitchen, a little spring in my step. Moments later, I call you into the dining room. The lights are dimmed; I've lit candles and put out the best silverware. You sit down at the head of the table and I bring you a Blue, in a frosted mug. I go back, then return with your dinner, a big rack of steaming ribs. Golden corn gleams mellowly in the candlelight. I've done up a baked potato just the way you like it, all the trimmings. Suddenly you're ravenous and attack your meal like you haven't eaten in weeks. I also eat, not much; making sure your beer is always full, that you have enough to eat.

After a time you are satisfied and push away from the table. I bring you another scotch, and you return to your chair in the living room. I offer you your cigar and at your nod, light it. I am being very quiet, docile, wanting only to give to you. I settle on a cushion at your feet and look up adoringly at you. I am yours, Daddy This is my pleasure, your happiness is what I live for. Relaxing, you talk about your day, sipping your scotch, your hand on my head, stroking absentmindedly. I am relaxed too; having had some wine at dinner, content to listen.

The energy in the room changes, your mood shifts. You are hungry again. The hand on my head curls around my ponytail, it is thick and strong, you pull me up and kiss me. Hard, demanding, hungry. My hands push against your thighs for support, and you pull my head back, attacking my neck for a moment. You are quick, sudden -- urgent. Your other hand pulls at your belt and opens your jeans.

"Down on your knees, girl. Suck my cock."

"Yes, Daddy." My eyes are large, startled, but I've seen this before. I know what you want. I reach into your briefs and pull you out, carefully over your erection. Impatient, you growl, grabbing the base of your cock and rubbing it over my face, my cheeks, my lips, holding my hair in your other hand.

"Open up, girl." You tap my lips with your silky steel shaft, the engorged head plush and pressing on my lips, already moistened in anticipation. I part my lips, too slowly; you firmly yank my ponytail back. My jaw drops open and you push my head down on your cock, firmly, pushing me down on you until your cock touches the back of my throat. The muscles of my throat contract for a second, and you bark out a command.

"Relax!"

You could have barked, for all that it mattered. I automatically react to that voice, your command. I am yours, yours to take as you wish, how you wish. My throat opens and you push me down further. I start to choke a little.

"No, not this time, girl. You'll take it all for me."

Once again, your voice, it commands me. It's a reminder of who you are, who I am, and the gifts that were offered and accepted. I love you Daddy. I am yours.

I let go, submitting completely -- yours to use, for everything you give me, the joy and the pleasure and tenderness you give me, I am willing to give back. Take me, Daddy -- do as you would.

I will myself to let go completely. I become boneless, relaxed, stiffening only my arms for support. You pull my head up and down, on and off your cock, grunting.

"Unngh. Yeah. Like that, Baby?" I groan in response, a muffled mmm-hmmm.

"Fuck your mouth girl, mmmmmm. Yeah. That's my girl. I'm gonna take what I want, this time."

Abruptly you pull me off, stand up, and pull me up by my hair, other hand on my chin, drawing me to my toes again. You kiss me fiercely again, your tongue plunges into my mouth and searches for mine, and when I tentatively touch yours you suck it into your mouth greedily. You break the kiss, but hold my head still, eye-to-eye and lip-to-lip.

"Mine, girl!" A declaration, a promise, a vow. It thrills me. Your ferocity, your possession. I wonder if you know how much it does. To offer myself for your pleasure, just yours -- to slake your hunger. Ooohhhhh.....

You pick me up and throw me over your shoulder, booty, a prize, and cart me off to the bedroom. I squeal delightedly, and again and again when you smack my ass, just because you like to hear the sound.

You kick open the door and toss me lightly on the bed. I flip over, on my back, watching you. Sparks seem to flash in your eyes as you stand at the end of the bed, looking me over carefully as you undress. It makes me shiver, the intent, the intensity, arousing an almost sexual terror, anticipating the beast.

Clothes discarded, you signal, twirling your finger. I turn back over on my stomach; get on my hands and knees. I feel your weight on the bed and I break out in gooseflesh, waiting.

Hands on my hips, knee rudely shoved in between mine and spread apart -- Oh, fuck, yeah! You thrust powerfully, my pussy already wet and ready for you for your use. Again! Again! There is a loud smack each time our hips meet. Your balls slap my labia and I grunt with your force, your assault. This is about you, not me. My only thought is to be strong and take you, receive you, need your sweet violence. 

I concentrate, bearing down when our hips meet, trying to grab your pulsing hot cock with my grasping muscles, slick with readiness, and my desire to please you. Slam, slam, slam! You fuck me -- without design, without thought, just pure need to go deeper, harder, faster! You pull out and I whimper -- in pain? In need? It doesn't matter. Your love makes me strong, your power makes me submit, your need makes me want, desire, accept and take you within me. 

Something about my creamy, jiggling cheek displeases you. You grab hold of my ponytail and wrap it around your hand, arching me back, opening myself for you, but that isn't it. SMACK! There it is, the red glowing print your mark -- drives you on again to plunge, over and over and over again. 

And again, you pull out, and shove one arm between my legs, knocking one out and you pull me over, onto my back. Again, your knee, shoving my legs apart brusquely, both arms slamming down on the bed on either side of me as you sink yourself into me with bruising force, driving the air from my lungs as you fall on me. I reach forward to embrace you --

"Give them to me!" Up, over my head, wrists together for you to pin me to the bed, with driving hips, iron grip, and your mouth, attacking my face, my neck, the delicate flesh underneath my arms, taut and distended nipples on my swollen breasts. My skin is flushed and my eyes are bright and wet. My legs wrap around your hips, urging you on. 

Fuck me, Daddy, make me yours. Use me for your pleasure. You hear me cry. See my mouth slack, throat full, but hear and sense this only in a distracted way, so consumed you are by the need to fuck. To rut mindlessly. To feel the blood boil under your skin until your vision is blurred in a crimson haze.

It is starting. That pulling heat, the building from the back of your knees and up your thighs, the gathering of strength and heat and you begin to mutter and groan.

"Take it baby, here it comes." Groan. Thrust. Slam. "uuuhhhhh."

"Yes, Daddy!" I clench down hard, squeezing with all my might.

Harder now, building faster. Your ass clenches rhythmically, your abdomen tightens. My heels dig into your hips, pushing, wanting, needing you. "Uuhhhhhh!" Not a thought left in your head as you fuck, fuck, fuck and your balls swell with heat and your cock fills with mercury and you spill ... 

"Uhhh-uhhhh-uhhh-UUUUHHHHH!" Your head comes back and your one final thrust rears you back and your hot seed spurts in long electric jets-- and you collapse, still inside me, subsiding, you let go of my wrists, my arms come around and enfold you, stroking you, reveling in the feel of your pulsing. 

Twitching gently, my pussy softly grasping, gentle squeezes, pounding heart slowing, quieting, gentling, slowing...sweet, sweet sleep.

*

Thank you for reading. We hope you enjoyed "For You, All For You, I'm Yours" -- James & Claire.



For You Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Bringing Out The Sub

I would like to thank my wife for helping me write this and other stories. I have to experiment on someone to make sure everything is as accurate as possible and she is great at that. I hope you all find this story a lot better than the other one I posted before. Thanks again Oggbashan, impressive, and Quite_Cool it took me a long time to make the changes but it was worth it.

*

Neil walks into the room and their eyes meet. The Couple can feel each other without touching, and they instinctively know what the other wants and needs. Neil Drops his bag and meets Grace with a passionate embrace and a deep lingering kiss bodies pressed together showing want and desire. His hands reach out and capture her slender wrists forcing her hands behind her back as he uses his tongue to invade her mouth taking what he wants. He uses his grip on his lover's hands forcing Grace to turn away from him breaking the passionate kiss and bringing a lusty sound from deep in her throat. From behind he begins kissing and lightly biting her neck all the while keeping her wrists pinned behind her back. Grace's body trembles as he gracefully kisses down her neck slowly until reaching her collarbone. Neil runs his tongue gently along the plane of bone that makes up her collar then bites down hard forcing a harsh sigh to escape her mouth he leaves his mark clearly visible. 

Cold hard metal encircle first one wrist then the other. Strong hands glide up Graces sides and cup her breasts firmly through the thin red material that makes up her blouse. She tries to move her hands but the cruel reality of being handcuffed forces itself into her aroused mind. Opening her mouth she tries to speak, but a finger from one hand casually invades the red painted lips and Neil's teeth move up to latch onto an earlobe. His determined husky voice whispers into her ear "I have been waiting for this I will take what I want this time like I told you I would. You are mine to do with as I feel to be my slave, my bitch, and my slut" The finger leaves her lips and his hands travel back down her voluptuous body cupping her shapely ass. Neil raises the black mini skirt with one hand reaching around front with the other to clutch Grace's heated sex in his hand emphasizing his point. A low animal like growl escapes her lips as lust hits and she rocks her ass back towards him. 

Violently Neil pulls away and wrenches her around peering intently into the sparkling blue eyes that meets his gaze. He grabs the front of the blouse and rips it open forcefully some of the buttons give way and bounce crazily across the floor, all the while he maintains his hungry gaze letting her see the fire reflected in his rich brown eyes. The connection is broken when his stare takes in her freed treasures. His left hand reaches out and gently starts pinching one of the aroused nipples. Neil's right hand roams down Grace's body over her stomach stopping at the black skirt that is barley covering her ass. The button is undone slowly with stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Anticipation is clearly visible on his face as he lets the skirt drop to the floor around her ankles. He runs the palm of his hand over her mound feeling her dampness. Making long lazy strokes with his index finger from the top of her clit down just barley parting her lips. As he continues to stroke from top to bottom her body tries to move towards his finger in an attempt to increase the pressure. Neil is not allowing any deviation from his pace or level of contact.

Neil suddenly breaks off his teasing play and kneels in front of the young aroused woman. His hands snake up and down her thighs parting Grace's legs and making her sway as she tries to keep her balance without the aid of her arms. As she is still trying to steady herself his warm wet tongue gently licks her slit from back to front like a cat licking at cream with the end of his path stopping at her excited clit. He stops licking and looks up at her pausing until she meets his gaze. While maintaining eye contact he slowly starts circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. His left hand takes firm hold of her ass fingers digging in harshly. Neil's right index finger starts slowly circling Grace's opening keep rhythm with the tongue going around her clit. Rapidly two fingers are plunged into her hungry wet slit she cannot stifle the loud gasp that escapes her lips. Neil's mouth locks around engorged her clit sucking hard twirling his tongue across the top and the pace of his fingers moving in and out of her slit starts to increase. He adds another finger to her dripping pussy and suddenly bites down firmly on her clit. She lets out a small scream and tosses her head back closing her eyes. Grace is on the verge of an orgasm when he suddenly stops. She opens her eyes to see him standing in front of her smiling. Slowly he runs his moist fingers across her lips coating them in her dampness. Her velvety tongue parts her succulent lips and licks his fingers as he presents them to her. 

Neil stares intently at his pray one of his hands reaches out caressing the side of her face softly cradling her chin in his hand. The other hand reaches out and runs through Grace's shining dark locks all the while with a lusty smirk on his face. Slowly and carefully he twister her hair around his hand and takes a firm grip. Using her hair as a handle she is forced down to her knees in front of him he keeps her head tilted back so she cannot break eye contact. Neil reaches down and undoes his slacks letting them fall down his legs freeing his hard cock from the confining space. He pulls her head towards his manhood. "Suck it slave" Emanates from his lips as her mouth is brought to the tip of his cock. She dutifully parts her lips as he thrusts his prick towards her. Exhilaration and fear grip her at the same time his cock enters her mouth. Grace realizes that due to her hands being secured behind her back she is unable control how deep he goes. She is forced to rely on his self-control to not push himself too deep or hold her down on his member too long. He starts working her head up and down his cock pausing occasionally to let Grace run her tongue around the head and shaft. She is worked up and down on his straining member and she can tell that he enjoys the feel of her mouth and tongue as he moans in pleasure. She notices that he is slowly working her deeper and forcing more of himself into her mouth. His breathing starts to accelerate, and with one last thrust he spills his seed inside of her mouth. Neil's hands pull her head down firmly on his erupting cock forcing her to swallow all he has to offer. 

Pulling Grace's warm damp mouth off his slick prick one handed while Neil's other hand reaches down to firmly grasp her delicate neck keeping her in tight control. With her neck secured he realises her hair and reaches down to the bag dropped earlier. Pulling a leather collar with metal studs out of a pocket he fastens it securely around her neck. A matching leather leash is produced from the same pocket and attached to the collar. Casually he finishes removing his slacks and tosses them across the room. Using his hold on her neck she is forced down until the left side of her face, shoulders, and chest are pressed into the rough carpet he then releases his grip. She watches him circle slowly like a mouse sensing the cat about to pounce holding deathly still. Neil circles her right side with Grace's eyes follow him. Leash gripped firmly in his hand he makes his way down her right side until he leaves her field of vision. She hears him stop to the left of her barely hearing his breathing. Seconds seem to pass like minutes. She runs her tongue over her lips then opens her mouth prepared to speak when a stinging slap is delivered across her pale ass cheeks that changes what ever words she was going to say into a surprised squeal. A hand reaches out to smooth the area that received the harsh attention. The caressing hand leaves her stinging backside and she is rewarded with another slap lower on her now slightly tingling cheeks. There is no time taken between strokes and the stinging sensation brings tears to her eyes. She counts ten strokes made by the end of the stiff leather leash. There is a pause and a delicious explosion of sudden surprising pain blossoms from her clit as the leash snakes between spread legs and sharply kisses her swollen clit. Her back arches and the surprising pain/pleasure forces a surprised scream from her lips. 

Grace's body quakes and her breathing is erratic, slowly he enters her vision with a devilish smile adorning his face. He kneels beside her and gently kisses the tears away from her face. Neil reaches out a hand to cares her velvety soft ass rubbing away the pain then moving down further to make its way between her thighs gently petting her swollen pussy lips. He moves his hand away and a bottle of lubricant is taken from the bag. A small dab is applied to her opening with a finger rubbing gently making her whole body responds with lust. His finger penetrates her quickly then withdraws to apply lube to her clit. As she is paying attention to his hand working on her fevered mound she is startled by a sudden rush of coldness as he squeezes a large quantity of lube out of the bottle onto her puckered rosebud. He is manipulating her clit with the fingers from one hand. At the same time a finger from his other appendage gently rubs up and down her ass crack spreading the lubricant and making fleeting contact with the little pink pulsating rosebud. Neil stops focusing on her wet pussy instead using his hand to spread her cheeks so his finger can zero in on her puckered hole first lightly tickling then applying firm direct pressure. Graces hips start making a wild erratic circuit her body is trying to both run away from and invite the finger to play. No matter how hard she tries there seems to be no escape, nor capture of the elusive yet ever persistent digit. 

Grace's breathing is harshly loud in the relative silence surrounding them as his finger continually tortures her charged body building her ardour, but not fulfilling her desire. The invading finger leaves off its play and once again he reaches into his bag of tricks this time produces two different vibrators. A loud buzzing sound fills the air as he turns on the first vibrator the sound is further deepened when he switches on the other toy. Neil manoeuvres the vibrating butt plug into a position that touches the puckered ring of her ass teasing her again. He then insistently and firmly works the plug deep into her waiting ass bringing a loud squeak to her lips as it passes the widest point and seats itself. Neil reaches between her legs and starts stroking her leaking slit playing with moisture that slowly oozes out of her. Two fingers enter Grace's velvety warmth pumping slowly in and out. She finds the sensation now very different with her ass now filled with the rapidly vibrating plug. The vibrating egg is applied firmly to her clit all the while the fingers keep up their pace causing her whole body to shake in pleasure and lust. Neil's fingers are removed from her clinging hole and the vibrator is removed from her clit. He pours a large amount of lubricant onto his hand making sure his fingers are well coated. Neil then reapplies the vibrator to her clit and works three fingers in and out of her gripping hole. A fourth finger is added to her tight slit her mind starts to spin as she realizes what he has in mind for her. He carefully starts working his hand inside of her pulling out slightly then pushing slightly in deeper. He continues this pace until he reaches the widest area of his hand. Neil pushes and there is almost an audible pop as his hand disappears inside of her. He moves his fist deep inside of Grace pulling out until he reaches the wider portion of his hand then pushing back in. Her body is rocked by feel of his hand moving inside of her and the sensation of being totally full. Her clit is almost pulsating in time with the vibrator. 

Grace's skin becomes a deep shade of red and a warm rush fills her body. She starts trembling violently Neil jerks his hand free of her slit causing her body to explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her legs loose the ability to keep her balanced on her knees and she collapses on the floor the small bullet like vibrator still caught tightly against her sensitive clit. The vibrator trapped beneath her tears a scream from her lips as she cums again hips gyrating and thrusting into the rough carpet. Neil's sharp tug on the leash brings her into focus as he forces her to roll over so that he can remove the devilish device. 

Her stomach continues to churn as he reaches down and loosely hobbles her legs. Neil then forces Grace's upper body down onto the rough carpet sensitive nipples are dragged harshly against the rough surface. A belt is attached to her waist and a metal cable is run first from one of the ankle restraints through a loop on the belt. The process is then repeated for the other ankle. Pushing down firmly on the small of her back he undoes the handcuffs replacing them with separate leather bindings that he connects to the individual cables. After finishing with the bondage, she is allowed to raise the upper half of her body from the floor so she is balanced on her hands and knees. The way she has been secured forces each arm to move with its opposite leg. The method of bondage used makes it impossible for Grace to stand with the limited slack that has been given. Being on all fours has her full breasts hanging low and the small end of the butt plug is clearly visible from behind wiggling obscenely every time she moves. 

Neil appears in front of her, his slacks once again in place the end of the leash in one hand and a bag in the other. He leads her towards the family room forcing Grace to crawl behind him like an obedient dog. On entering the room he sits on the couch and forces her to kneel at his feet. She watches him turn on the television, and he proceeds to ignore her as he watches the local news instead of her voluptuous nude form. Her desire starts fading due to the lack of attention she is receiving.

The DVD player is turned on and a familiar moan comes out of the speakers. She looks up at the TV to see the image of herself. Grace watches her own pussy being expertly manipulated on the screen. Her clit is being rubbed, and a vibrator inserted into her grasping hole all captured in DVD. The camera picks up the gleaming juices on her pussy lips as the vibrator is moved rapidly in and out and the smacking sound being made is clearly audible. Her lust returns as she watches herself on the screen. His fingers dance along her clit playing her body like a fine instrument. She watches a flush take over the body on the screen. Her pelvis thrusting into the air, stomach muscles contracting, clit pulsing, and inarticulate noises escape her lips. The vibrator is pulled from her hole and a jet of fluid erupts from the woman's pussy spraying towards the camera then slowing down to a trickle. She has never seen herself like that before and she finds the image extremely erotic. She never realized that she had been video taped when they were having sex. 

Looking down at her Neil smiles and says. "I have watched that DVD a few times and I have to say that it excites me every time I see it." Grace turns to look at his face then slowly lowers her eyes and takes in the bulge in his slacks. She attempts to run her hands up his leg to free his straining cock from its confines, but her bonds restrict movement and prevent her hands from getting even past his knee. Smiling at her dilemma he reaches down and disconnects the cables from her wrist restraints. He attaches both of her wrists together using a small lock from his bag to secure the connection. With more freedom than before she works her way up his leg with her hands to the button on his slacks. Awkwardly she manages to undo the button. With a tremendous amount of effort she manages to get the zipper down thankfully it is not a new pair of slacks or the zipper might have been even more difficult. With the zipper down his cock springs out almost into her waiting hands. She gazes up at Neil and with no urging take his straining manhood into her mouth.

The velvety slippery warmth of Grace's mouth works its way up and down his hard member forcing Neil's breath to come in strangled gasps. She uses her hands to stabilize herself and control how much of his hardness progresses into and out of her mouth. After some time bobbing up and down on his cock, she pulls him all of the way out of her mouth and start lightly nibbling and running her tongue around the head. A moan is forced from his lips as she engulfs just the head of his cock and proceeds to suck it in and out of her mouth. Neil's body shudders and thrashes violently, his hand thrusts out to tightly grip her hair pulling her off his cock causing a long stream of pre-cum to momentarily connect her lips to his member. The string of cum hangs glistening in the lights then snaps falling onto his cream coloured slacks. "STOP" She hears him moan huskily. "God that felt good but no I am not ready to cum yet!" With that he pushes her back on her heels and forces her hands away from his member. 

Grace is forced to stand her movements are limited, but with her wrists disconnected from the cables she can make it to an awkward standing position. Neil stands and steps out of his slacks then moves behind his captive. She is forced over into a bent position over an arm of the couch. He pulls the butt plug from her tightly clasping ass this followed with a playful slap across her still reddened cheeks. She is pulled into a standing position. Neil picks up the bag and with a firm hold on the leash she is lead towards the bedroom. Grace seems to find it extremely difficult to walking while hobbled, but the couple finally makes it safely to the bedroom without any major incidents. 

A canopied bed dominates the room sitting dead center with cushions strewn about its burgundy satin adorned mattress. Grace is lead to the side of the bed were the curtains are already parted and tied to the posts. Neil piles up some cushions and places a towel over the improvised mini mountain. She is forced to perch precariously on the constructed pile. Her legs hanging over the side of the bed feet not able to reach the carpet covered hardwood below. He reaches out and helps her lay back the cushions positioning it forces Grace's hips jut out lewdly in the air. She is un-hobbled but the restraints are not removed from her ankles. The cables are removed from the loops in the belt, but still attached to the ankle restraints. Stringing first one cable then the other to the upper crossbar of the canopy Neil forces her legs to widely part prominently displaying her mound. She looks up from her uncomfortable position to see a camera pointed at her. He starts snapping pictures of his bound slave as her face starts turning red with embarrassment. 

Neil places a satin blindfold over her eyes then steps away to take more pictures. Grace head turns to instinctively follow him by the sounds being made as he moves around the room snapping pictures of her voluptuous nude and bound body. He leaves and returns to the room multiple times on the first trip he deposits a chair at the foot of the bed. After a few more trips out of the room and back he finally settles into the chair. Neil reaches out and gently starts stroking her pubic hair stopping his caress the silence is broken by sharp snipping noises as uses a pair of scissors to trim her pubic hair. He puts the scissors down and produces a funny looking electric razor and turns it on. Her head starts moving from left to right as she tries to figure out what he is doing by just listening to him. Neil lightly glides the shaver over her mound and pubis leaving only clean hair free skin behind. He slowly manipulates the razor over Grace's mons, and a finger enters and manipulates her so that every piece of hair can be neatly removed. He whisks a brush briskly over her freshly shaved womanhood removing all of the clipped hair. He periodically uses the razor to touch up spots then proceeds to brush her clean again making sure no hair remains. Neil applies a warm slightly damp cloth gently to her beautifully revealed mound and gently wipes her down. Her dampness is now clearly visible caused by all of the attention she has been receiving her neither lips are a rich dark red and slightly parted. The damp cloth is removed and he starts taking more pictures of his now cleanly shaved captive. The shaving equipment is packed up and he sharply pulls the towel from under her then leaves the room. Graces body shivers with the draft over her bare womanhood as he returns to the room. 




For You Ch. 01



As I walk down the beach, barefoot and pensive - carrying my sandals in my hand, the salty wind whips my face, plays with my hair, invigorates my soul and rejuvenates my spirit. I think of you. I think only of you. And me ... and us, of course - and what will become of us. I breathe the salt air in, deeply. 

I love you. I don't know you - well, I do. But not the way most people know people. I love the feeling of you - the warmth of your touch - the presence of your spirit. It makes me feel happy, warm ...it moves my soul; it makes me want to cry out, because for the first time I finally feel like I know what love really is. It makes me want to jump out of my skin. It makes me want you like I've never wanted anything ever before in my life. It keeps me up at night. It wraps itself inside of my dreams, it infests my thoughts constantly. What to do? What to do with this obsession ...this passionate and moving obsession ... this beautiful disaster? 

I walk closer to you. You don't know I'm coming. I don't know you're there, but I wish, I hope, I think if only ... if only. 

And we pass each other, only we don't know it - like kismet ... we feel it, we look back at one another, we smile. I partly wave, scrunch my nose, and look down. 

I know you. We smile at each other and the energy rushes through both of us. I keep walking, though. I flip my long, blonde hair back and I can feel you still looking at me as I continue down the beach. I bite my finger, realizing that this is real.  

Your friends are oblivious to the entire exchange. They continue talking to you even though you've drowned out their conversation with the thought of taking me, right there in the flesh ... finally. You drink me in, you wonder... you wonder, is it her? But, you know ... you know. 

I walk about fifty more yards before I find a beautiful, meditative spot to sit and think as I look out to the crashing surf. I fold my knees up and hug them tightly. It's just a tad chilly - early evening, and I'm glad to have my sweatshirt on. I feel warmed by your perceived presence, even though it startles me when I realize that you're right behind me. 

"Kate?" You say my name and my body responds with tight tingles and heat. I turn to drink you in. I can't believe this is real. I love the way my name rolls out of your mouth. The tone and texture of your voice just sends waves of lust through my being. 

"Yes?" I look at you, questioning, but truly knowing, feeling heat rush to my nether region. I naturally look innocent, so I try to play that up by making my eyes wider and pouting my lips out, slightly smiling. 

"What ..." Your query trails off distracted. You look at me, intrigued, irritated and taken aback all at once. "You - oh, my god, Kate, what are you doing here?" I can't tell if you're mad or glad that I've come. 

Your friends yell for you in the distance, but you ignore them. I just smile up at you. Not answering your question, but rather assuming that it's simply rhetorical. You smile back in kind and shake your head. 

The wheels in your mind grinding into high gear, churning with thoughts and wants and needs and compulsion, "Stay here." You order. "I'll be right back." 

I don't argue. I learned that lesson long ago. I just smile and watch you as you walk away, back to your friends. I see them protest whatever it is your telling them, I see a few of them look over at me, wondering who I am - the girl you were talking to. I wonder what you tell them. I can only imagine your exaggerated explanation of me. I sit on my hands, waiting for you to return. 

I love watching you as you walk toward me, striding through the sand; my thoughts are fantasies of what you'll say to me, how you'll kiss me, how you'll make love to me, how you'll bend me over the desk chair and take me. You're the most handsome, sexy man I've ever seen in my life, and a million butterflies swarm in my stomach. Just looking at you makes my heart swell with desire and makes my body warm and gushy and tingly.

I feel heady with lust. I play with the sand and look away from your gaze to gain my bearings. Suddenly, I regret coming here. I've forgotten the speech I rehearsed in my head as I drove over. 

"Let's go." You demand with your hand held out to mine, ready to pull me up. 

I wonder if you're angry that I intruded on your "turf" ... I mean, I did come to this specific beach intentionally, looking for you ... wanting and tired of waiting - longing to meet you in person and not just on the web cam or through our prose-infested emails. You kept me at a distance for whatever reasons - the myriad that you listed - to protect us both ... but I didn't feel like I needed protection. I had a mind of my own. 

You take my hand and hold it securely in your strong grip. I can't tell if it is from being frustrated with me, or from being happy that you finally have my real, tiny, soft hand in yours, and now you never want to let it go. You say nothing as you walk with me down the long stretch of beach to your house. 

We walk into the patio and you lead me to the side of your house. You turn to face me. You stare at me for a long time, penetrating my thoughts, peering right into the depths of my soul as the sea wind whips against us. You breathe deeply. I feel small. I bite the inside of my lip. 

The waves crashing behind us, the sun setting, you look at me and shake your head again. I wish that you'd just kiss me and say that everything is going to be alright. 

"You're in so much trouble." You sneer at me, but with lust and desire, mixed with a sinister threatening tinge. 

You slide open the sliding glass door, "Get in there, strip your clothes, kneel in front of the fire place and wait for me." 

I breathe in and move to protest, but you look away from me with disgust. I know that I have no choice. I know that this is exactly what I've asked for. 

I gently creep through the doorway and inside. I feel like Gretel in the witch's gingerbread house ... I take in every color, nuance, appliance, knick-knack, artwork, furniture ... it sears into my brain. And the smell - it smells like home. 

I find my way to the fireplace, where much to my surprise, there is a fire already roaring. I step out of my sandals and nudge them away from me. My fingers hasten over the button on my jeans, and I unzip my pants with trepidation. I kick my jeans to the floor near the edge of the couch and press my lips together wondering if you are somewhere secretly watching me. I peel off my sweatshirt and proceed to slither out of the tank top underneath. 

All that is left are my bra and panties. Earlier, I had picked them out carefully, hoping that they would please you if I had been lucky enough to find you. A little turquoise and yellow and light green pattern on thin silk - a matching set. I look around and tuck my hair behind my ear before I unclasp the back of my bra and let the straps fall to my arms and then to my waist and then to the floor, setting loose my perfectly taut breasts with their light pink nipples erect and ready for your mouth. I then step gingerly out of my panties, and feel slightly embarrassed as I walk in front of the fire and kneel on the soft, plush rug. I hang my head down and place my hands on my knees. I wait for you. 

I close my eyes and silently chastise myself for being so impetuous and invading your space. You didn't invite me here, I came searching you out. I can only hear the crackle of the fire and the roar of the crashing ocean just outside the window. It seems like hours before I feel your presence near. I bite on the inside of my lip. 

"Kate." You say my name with disdain in your voice, and as though you're struggling with emotion inside yourself. "This is not how I wanted our first meeting in person to be." You let the weight of your words seep into the air. I feel like a small child being scolded for loving you, and only wanting to show you that love. 

"I'm very disappointed in you." Your tone conveys the meaning of your words. 

Your disappointment is my breaking point. I feel ashamed and stupid ... and very naked. I want to leave here. I want to flee ... but where can I go now? 

I let my head fall further; allowing my hair to shelter my face so that you cannot see the tiny tear that has escaped my eye. 

"But this is the way you want it, and no one else's feelings have any importance to you, so..." You admonish me, your tone is harsh. 

"That's not true." I whimper, barely audible. Oh, how I wish you could understand me. 

"Kate." You shush, "Can't you just..." You're exasperated, "I didn't ask you anything. Please be courteous enough not to speak unless I ask you a direct question." I could feel you tiring with my disobedience. Although I can't see you, I know that you're shaking your head at me. 

I press my wet lips together with frustration. Tears still hot inside of my eyes. 

You move closer to me, now directly in front of me on the rug. I can see your feet and the bottom cuff of your pants. "Is this what you want?" You ask me with a disappointed tone. 

I clear my throat, and begin what I have rehearsed on the way over here, trying to remember my speech, trembling as I speak. "Sir, I just thought..." You interrupt me, pulling my hair back so that I am looking up at you. 

"I didn't ask you what you thought, Kate." You sneer down at me, "I asked you if this is what you want." And I could see the beginnings of a growing bulge strain against the fabric of your pants. 

"Yes." I choked out. I couldn't hide the tears from you now. 

"Then take off my belt." You release your grip on my hair. 

My trembling fingers fumble with the belt buckle and I finally manage to pull it through your belt loops and hold it in my hand. My breath comes quickly now. 

"Give the belt a kiss, Katie." You call me 'Katie' much to my chagrin - I was only ever called that as a small child and you know I prefer the more grown up 'Kate' instead. 

"We'll be using that on your ass in a little bit." You chuckle as my eyes grow wide, (as if I didn't know as much!) You take the belt from me and snap it in the air to make your point. 

"Now, undo my pants and take what you want, you greedy little slut." And I scamper to undo the button and unzip your zipper, pulling your pants down to your feet. You step out of them and I feel dizzy from the scent of your cock, still trapped inside of your grey, cotton boxer briefs. My breathe changes. I kiss against the fabric of your briefs and feel you grow against the heat of my mouth. 

I trace my finger around the edge of the waist band and tug them down gently, as your beautiful manhood springs out at my smiling, happy face. I feel the soft skin from the tip of your cock brush against my cheek, and I'm at once transported into a state of heavenly bliss. I could cry, but only from being so happy and feeling so naturally euphoric in your presence. 

"Let's see how good you are, Katie." You snicker at me, watching my face change from awe to lust to desire. "You know I haven't cum since we met six weeks ago." You remind me as I take your rock solid cock in my small, warm hands and kiss all over every inch of you. 

Kissing your balls and feeling them tighten, running my tongue up and over the length of your cock. I am alarmed at how much bigger you are in real life. I mean, on the webcam, you looked big, but here, now ... wow. 

"Your challenge, little Katie, is to keep me aroused for as long as possible, without making me cum." You instruct me as I fold my mouth over your entirety. It was difficult to take you all in at first. I choked a little bit, and then regained control of my gag reflex. My soft, warm mouth welcoming you in all the way in and then sucking back as I pull your cock back out with my hands. 

I feel you shudder just a little and I wonder if I'm up to the task. I know how badly you need to cum, and I want that too! This is going to be tricky, but I kneel back on the rug a little and work my mouth up and down your shaft. I hear you quietly groan with pleasure, which triggers arousal in my own body. 

I reach my right hand underneath you and play with your tight balls as I take you down all the way back into the cavern of my throat. You rock forward a little and grab my baby-fine hair in your hands again, not roughly, but rather just keeping in time with my movement. 

Every time I feel you tense up and almost ready to explode, I ease off a little and remove your cock from my mouth, gently teasing the tip with my tongue and lightly stroking you in my hands. I continue like this for some time, bringing you just near the edge and then easing off, building up your climax again and again, only to deny your release just before it's time. 

Against your better judgment, you offer words of encouragement and praise, "You're doing so well, slut. You suck my cock so perfectly, Katie." You moan to me. "God, you're so beautiful." 

This only makes me more lustful and desirous of your orgasm. I work my mouth over your cock faster and harder, feeling you strain against my throat. And only when you think you cannot take it anymore and you need that release, do you thrust your cock in deeper into my face, arching your back, and pumping spasm after hot spasm of your seed down my throat and into my belly. 

Only after I've sucked you dry, do I let your cock slip quietly out of my warm mouth, and as it rubs against my sweaty forehead and cheek, I bow to you, practically collapsing at your feet. My body trembles, my jaw aches. I'm spent. 

You squat down to me, gathering me up in your strong, sun-kissed arms. You brush my sweaty hair, matted to my slick face, back and look at me with your endless azure eyes. 

"Well done, little one, but tonight is about pleasure and punishment." You smile at me and kiss my forehead. "My pleasure and your punishment." The left side of your mouth inches up in a twisted grin. 

You produce a glass of water and feed it to me. I gladly gulp the entire contents down and you take the glass away from me, placing it beside us. You carry me to the couch and I notice that the sun is now gone from the horizon and the sky is a blue black, like the bruises that will appear on my ass after my punishment that still awaits ... Ominous storm clouds loom in the distance. 

You lay me back on the couch and look at me, lovingly. "Catch your breath for a second, my sweet." You leave the room, going to -- I don't know where. When you emerge a few moments later, wearing just some dark blue Calvin Klein pajama bottoms, I gasp. God, you are so sexy. 

You stoke the fire. You turn to look out to the horizon, and then back at me. You tilt your head to the side, studying me. You breathe in, steadying yourself for the task that lies ahead. You come to sit beside me on the couch. I know how much you don't want to do this. I know how much you'd rather I was a good submissive: patient, obedient ... well, submissive. But I try, I really do try. 

I know how much you'd rather drip honey on my lips, my neck, and my breasts and lick it off, but that's not what was going to happen - not tonight, anyway. 

"Turn over and crawl across my lap, put your butt up and your head down." You demand with a harshness that is unknown to me. I shudder and obey, promptly scurrying to assume the position which you have instructed. I notice the belt that I had removed and worshipped earlier was now draped across the arm of the couch - the arm closest to you. 

You rub my butt with one hand, and run your other hand through my hair as you speak to me. "Kate." You say my name but you say it like a question. "Your ass has been in need of a real spanking since I read your first email to me." I let out a small sigh. You knew me so well. My heart fluttered. 

"Now," you pinch the bottom of my left ass cheek hard and I squeal in kind. "One hundred spankings, and you are going to count out each one. Understood?" You ask. 

I gasped in abruptly, "Yes, I understand." I shuddered. 

You smack my ass hard. "You understand, what, slut?"

"Yes, I - Oh, my god - yes, yes, I understand, Sir." I whimpered. So mad at myself for making such a stupid mistake - I should have known better. 

"And if you forget to count, or forget what number we're on, then we're going to start all over from one." You chuckle at me, delighting in the thought of my possible failure to handle such a task. 

"You won't be able to make it to one hundred." You muse. Your right hand moves to my breasts and you manipulate my nipples, alternating back and forth between those hard wanting nubs. It feels so good, that I start to forget where I am.

"That's not true!" I protest, softly. 

All of a sudden, SMACK!!! Fuck!!! OW!!!

"One!" I shriek out. I wasn't ready for that! 

Two, three and four come at full force against alternating buttocks. I count them out as I thrash my head back and forth into the luscious creamy pillows on the couch. You pause in between four and five to massage my ass momentarily. I hyperventilate into the pillows. 

Then POW! Shit! Five really hurt. I scream out with repent, "Five!" I cry into the pillow, I quietly mouth, I'm sorry. You can't hear that, though.

You yank my hair back so that I am looking directly up at you, and my throat is stretched thin. "Do not count into the pillows, Kate, I want to hear you scream them out." You command. 

"Six!" I yell as you tortured my ass. 

"Seven!" I cry once more as your hand slaps swiftly upon my skin. 

"Eight!" I plead. I could feel the fire growing in my ass. 

"Please!! I'm ... Nine!" I recoil. I couldn't see myself making it to one hundred. 

You relent for just a moment, pausing only to gauge how wet I am for you; how warm, I've become from your spankings and attention. Your fingers plunge deep inside of my hot cunt, causing me to moan out and roll my head back. 

You rip your fingers out from inside me and smack my ass harder than ever. I'm dumbfounded for a moment; I may have lost count, "Ten." I muster, finally ... dazed and confused. "Focus, Kate, c'mon." You encourage me as you slap my ass yet again. 

"Eleven!" I scream out with resolve, feeling as though I might be able to get into my zone, if only I could concentrate. 

"Twelve!" I heave, with appreciation, release and lust. This is exactly what I have needed. I started to feel myself relax into the spankings. 

"You're such a bad girl, Katie." Slap! My body went slack. 

"Thirteen!!" I whine at the top of my lungs, tensing my buttocks up for a moment. 

"Such a bad," I felt his hand whir down to my ass. 

Smack! 

"Bad," He raised his hand back up. 

Smack!! 

"Girl." It was clear, he enjoyed spanking me. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"Fourteen! Fifteen!! Si-si-si...No, I ... I!!" I feel myself slipping into that space, that floating, flotsam and jetsam plane out there in the ether somewhere, where nothing matters and nothing exists except pleasure and pain - and there, they are but one. 

"Just look at how hot and wet this is making you." You run your fingers down my slit, prying my lips open with your thumb and index finger, then slipping your middle and ring fingers deep inside my cunt, all the while rubbing my clit with your thumb. I moan out - my eyes are glazed over with ecstasy. I can't even open my eyes. 

You slip your index finger inside of me along with the other two already in there and fuck me like that for a while. It feels so good, I could cry. I feel the tears in my eyes, I feel the orgasm building in my stomach, and you sense that I'm on the edge. You pull your fingers from within me. 

"No cumming, Katie." You remind me as you slap my ass harder than ever to get my attention, bring me back around. 

"Ugh!" I choke out, forgetting what number I left off at. "Um, um."

"Yes?" You are amused at my incoherent state. "I think I should take you upstairs, tie you to the bed and we can finish this punishment up there, what do you think, my little Katie?" You pull my head back up from the pillows and kiss me deeply. 




For You Ch. 01



"Mmm-hmm," I moan into your mouth. 

"Of course, we'll have to start over from one with your punishment, but then again, you're a smart girl - you already knew that, probably." You smile at me and gather my limp, lithe, warm body in your arms and carry me upstairs, as lightning illuminates the room for a nano-second, and then an abrupt clap of thunder crackles through the house. 

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For You Ch. 01



Neil glides towards the bed it sinks and her body is rocked as he mounts the bed beside her. He leans over her body and removes her blindfold his face fills Grace's vision and. She is forced to blink away tears at the sudden re-exposure to the bright lights in the room. His eyes are dancing with excitement and she takes in the fact that he is totally nude for the first time tonight. Neil climbs out of bed and removes the cables from the bed then from her ankle restraints slowly lowering her legs into a more natural position. She is helped to seated position and she can now see a video camera on a tripod in the corner aimed at the bed. She flushes again realizing that she more than likely has been video taped again. She is pulled to her feet and he once again uses her leash to lead the short distance into the master bathroom. 

The master bathroom is fairly large and done in black and white tiles with chrome fixtures this gives the room an almost cold and clinical feel. It is one of the couple's favourite rooms in the house with its large claw foot tub and separate shower enclosure with three tempered glass walls and a single glass door. The body shower feels like heaven after a long days work and is always fun for two when they are in the mood to save water or just fool around. 

Neil turns Grace to face him and removes the belt from around her waist placing it on the countertop. She takes long look in the mirror at herself and observes her eyes glow back at her. She can see the excitement and lust reflected in its brightly polished surface her lust is clearly visible and almost tangible. Grace knows she wants to be used and fucked and the man she sees in the mirror behind her will give her all that she wants and more. A tug on the leash breaks her connection with the mirror and she is led into the shower enclosure.



For You, From Me



It had gotten hot in the evenings, now. Wind poured through the open windows and screen door, and all it served to do was rustle up the newspaper sitting on the kitchen table and spread a shock of heat through the room. There was no cool refreshing breeze to this summer wind. Half past seven o'clock, and the sun still hadn't relinquished its hold over the earth, yet. The shadows cast by the mailbox at the end of the drive and the tiny poplar tree just planted out front, seemed to stretch on for miles. 

Letting the screen door bang shut behind me, I walked out onto the front porch to bring in the sun tea I had set out in a jar earlier that morning. It's a poor substitute for an ice cold beer on a day like this -- a glass of iced tea -- but it would do. Shading my eyes with the flat of my hand, I looked out across the fields. Couldn't see you. Knew you must be out there, somewhere. That is, unless you'd gotten lost in the corn. Thinking this made me laugh quietly; it reminded me of some godawful horror movie with screaming co-eds and dumb heroes who save the day. "Lesbians Lost in the Corn: Part II --- the Dykes Meet Doomsday".

I walked back in the house and set the tea on the counter, retrieving a couple of glasses and filling them with ice cubes from the freezer. Pouring the tea into the glasses, I watched as the dark burgundy liquid, almost black the color is so deep, swam down around and over the frosted cubes. The glass filled quickly, and the cubes popped as cool ice met hot tea. That was the only sound in the entire house, other than the soft yet sharp tick-tocking of the living room clock. Sometimes I crave silence, need it as desperately as water or air. But tonight I needed something slow and musical, like good scotch for the ears; or what deep red velvet would sound like, were it to have a sound. Walking to the record player, I brought the arm back over to the grooves of Billie Holiday. Dinner was ready, tea was waiting, and I sat out on the porch, letting Billie croon out through the screen door on the hot summer breeze, and let my body fall into the rocking chair. I lit up a smoke just as I noticed you walking slowly up the path from the barn.

"Come on up here. Made you some iced tea," I said, handing you a glass as you climb the three steps to the porch. You sat in the chair next to mine and groaned. "Thank you for all your help, Mary. I don't know how I would have been able to do this, without you."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll make it up to me," you grinned, your eyes sparkling over the rim of your glass.

"Of course I will," I smiled back. I looked out over the front lawn and the field and the barn. For a brief moment I wondered what I was thinking, buying this place. Then I remember, I was thinking that I'd fallen in love with it the way a person is supposed to fall in love with a woman. I stretched my legs and arms and rose from the chair. "Dinner's ready, when you want it," I said, crossing to the door. "If you want to shower before dinner, I set out towels in your bathroom. I'm going to go for a ride."

People aren't supposed to have lives like this, I thought to myself as I changed into a tank and a pair of levi's, donning my boots and heading back down the stairs. You were already in the shower, I could hear the water hitting the shower wall as I walked past the bathroom door, and for a moment I closed my eyes and imagined you, naked beneath the stream of the water. I shook my head to remove myself from the reverie, and continued on down the stairs and out the front door. I had to force myself to not run for the tack room, to stroll casually like a grown woman with some sense of decorum. There are many things I can't quite get used to about being successful in what I do; but none of them excite me so much as the fact that I make enough money and have enough land to finally have a couple of horses and cows. And one very obstinate goat named Jeffrey that my sister thought would be a hysterically funny housewarming gift. 

Having just bought the property eight months ago, I wasn't quite prepared for the twister that set down last month; and though in its finnicky ways it left my barn and house alone, it set down endless debris from other souls less lucky than I. I had been griping about it on the phone with you; wondering how I was going to clear up the land all on my own. When you offered to come down to help-- it's not such a long trip, really, to this tiny Kentucky farm from where you are -- I accepted only with the stipulation that a.) neither of us work too hard, and b.)you spend most of your visit relaxing. And, c.)we remember that you are still married.

As I rode the chestnut mare beneath me out into the fields behind my house and up into the bluegrass hills, I wondered why the fuck I'd made that damn rule. Watching you, laughing with you, wanting you, and being unable to so much as let it show in my eyes because I knew where that would lead... It was driving me insane. What made it worse, was that you seemed to be handling it just fine. The courteous thing to do, I chastised you in my mind, would be to at least appear slightly put out that neither of us can put out. 

I turned the mare back towards the house, my blood pounding in my veins and the hot air zipping through my hair, billowing my tank as the horse pounded her way back home. Raised up in the stirrups, I leaned down until my face was just barely above the mare's long, lean neck; her mane whipping against my face and tickling my nose. I lost myself in the sound of pounding hooves on grass and the scent of horse and woman and summer. 

I reined her in, after walking the excitement out of her, and set to work on cooling her and brushing her down. Saddle and cloth and bridle all went to their respective hooks and nooks and crannies. I loped back to the house just as the sun was finally slipping beneath the sheets for the night. You were on the couch, in your boxers and t-shirt, by the time I walked in the door. 

"Did you eat?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, thank you." You seemed nervous... shy. Now that the work of the day was over and there was nothing between you and I but half of a living room and will power. I stood in the archway and stared at you, the flickering light of the television casting its shadows over your face. 

"What are you watching?"

Your answer was so soft, I almost didn't hear it. "You," you whispered.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak or focus on anything other than your eyes locked with mine and the electric heat that was spreading through my belly, my chest, and my sex. Jesus, I wanted you. I wanted my hands in your hair and your face in my pussy and my breasts in your mouth and your skin beneath my hands and your cries, your moans, entangling with my own the way our legs and arms entwined. I wanted to ask you to sleep in my bed. I wanted to say, "Turn off the television, Mary... for God's sake, make love with me." I wanted to cross the room and straddle your lap. I wanted to slip out of my tank and jeans in front of you and watch you rise from the couch and come to me, pulling me hard against you, claiming my mouth as your posession as your tongue sends rippling need through my body and your lips devoured mine in passionate desperation. I wanted to feel you hard against me, fucking me into oblivion as I rode you hard and fast, screaming for more. I wanted to know what it felt like, my hot wet sex grinding against yours, my throbbing clit rubbing against yours. I wanted to discover your taste, your scent, your need. I wanted to hand my body over to you.

I quickly walked out of the room and into the kitchen, gasping for breath and trying to calm down. I needed something to focus on, other than the images tearing through my head, and began opening drawers and cupboards in search of something I knew I wouldn't find in my kitchen... a way to keep myself from falling into you. 

"I'm sorry," your soft voice came from behind me, in the doorway. Turning around slowly, I met your eyes in the darkness. 

"Don't be." The ache to kiss you was so strong, it was ripping me apart.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come."

Were we online, our usual carefree banter would have had me saying "You haven't cum...yet," and as this pops into my mind, the realization that I can't say that to you now, here, just a few feet from your arms, also enters my thoughts. So instead I opt for sentiment rather than sex. "Of course you should have. It's meant so much to me -- and I love having you here, Mary. You know I do." I let my gaze travel out of the kitchen window across the back field, searching for something else to say. I could see the lake out back, glittering like mercury in the light of the full moon. More of a pond, I suppose, I checked myself; but it's still my own natural swimming pool. All at once, a cold swim sounded like the very thing I needed. To clear my body of this burning need for you; to clear my head of these agonizing thoughts of you; to stop my heart from running to your hands once and for all. I returned my gaze to your sweet eyes and smiled. "We're big girls," I said quietly, "we can do this. Even if you do look absolutely fetching in your boxer shorts." I turned around to close the cupboard behind me. "I am, however, going to go for a swim in the lake -- pond, out back," I said to you, over my shoulder. "Need a bit of an immersion tonight, I think. Do you need anything before I go?" 

I turned back around to face you in the darkness, and saw you begin to say something, stop, and shake your head. You remained in the doorway, and it quickly became apparent to me that you weren't going to move; I was going to have to walk right past you, my body brushing against yours, in order to leave the room. The thought made my heart beat faster, and I knew if you reached out and so much as touched my arm as I walked past, there'd be no hope of behaving myself. But as I crossed the room, and moved slowly past your body, you kept your hands --- if not your eyes --- to yourself. 

Women are so strange, and I am one of the strangest; because even though I had laid down the rules, even though I had been praying you wouldn't reach out to me as I walked past, I still felt the unmistakable sensation of sadness, disappointment and hurt that you kept your hands to your sides. Maybe that is why I did what I did next. I turned immediately for the front door and called out I would see you in the morning. "Don't you need a bathing suit?" You asked. Turning slowly, I smiled at you. "Won't be wearing one, hon. Cool water feels best on naked skin." 

Unfair, I know. You can cry foul till the cows come home -- although mine already are home -- but I can't say that I'm sorry. And I don't think you really are, either.

I let the door bang shut behind me, smiling wickedly as I trotted down the front steps and turned to walk around the house. The heat of the day still lingered all around me, even though night had control of the skies. Following the path lit up by the moonlight, I sang to myself as I closed the distance to the pond. When Lynn and I were still married, she had told me that my voice sounded like silver angels; for some reason, that made sense. I thought about her briefly as I shed my clothes at the edge of the pond. I still loved her, in many ways. But we were far better off apart than together. 

The water, as always, and as it never fails to baffle me, was intensely cold, no matter the heat of the day. I fought against the trepidation and doubt. "Do not go quietly into that good freezing-ass water," I prepped myself. Taking a deep breath, I fell forward, letting the baptism surround my flesh and soul. I turned around beneath the skin of the water, and shot upwards to break the surface, smoothing my long hair out of my face. I felt the heat, both weather-related and you-related, slowly begin to seep from my body as I swam slowly across the length and breadth of the pond. Flipping onto my back, I sighed as the quiet night wind rippled across the water, my face, and my breasts. A splash came from my right, and I slowly swam away from it. I didn't want to have my serenity broken by an errant fish. All at once my body was grabbed and pulled, and even though one little firing synapse in my brain said, "Don't worry, it has to be Mary," the rest of the firing synapses made my yelp like a little girl. 

"Wow. You really have turned femme," you teased, your eyes smiling at me. 

"You scared the hell out of me," I laughed nervously.

"I can see that." For a moment you just stared at me, I could feel the heat of your eyes even though I was looking down at the water. You were naked; your wet skin was glistening in the night. Suddenly my chest felt tight and constricted. "I have to tell you something," you said, your voice grave and serious. 

"Yes?"

"To hell with your rule." You pulled me closer against you, and I moaned as my breasts pressed against yours, your arms wrapping around my waist. You kissed me.... oh God, you kissed me. I began to shake uncontrollably with the thrill of finally, at last, feeling your mouth, your lips, your tongue making love with mine. Feeling you pull away, I whimpered in protest. "Are you cold?" You asked, suddenly concerned and tender where before you were fierce and wanting.

"What?"

"You're shaking. Are you cold?"

I blinked at you in confusion. Well, in every life, a little reality must fall. I started laughing. "Here we are, in some scene straight out of a lesbian romance novel, complete with moonlight and skinny-dipping, and you turn all maternal," I teased. "I'm not cold."

"No?" Your voice had regained some of its earlier ferocity, making me shiver again.

"No," I breathed, which became a sharp gasp as I felt your hand encircle my breast, thumb and forefinger running over my nipple and teasing it in excruciating delight. "Mary..."

"You have a choice," you said, your words almost a growl. "I can take you here, in this lake, standing; or I can take you in your home, in your bed. Either way, you're mine tonight. Either way, I'm finally going to see if you really can take my desires and needs."

I felt my knees go weak. Now is not the time to turn Damsel-in-Distress and go all femmy, I told my knees to make them straighten up. I met your gaze, unflinching. "Home. Bed." Was just about all I could manage to say.

"You first," you grinned impishly, indicating that I was to start walking back to the house. 

Fine, baby; I said to myself as I turned back for the bank; you want a show, I'll give you a show. Slowly I rose from the water and turned around to face you, letting you see as much of my moonlight-kissed flesh as you wanted. With a smile I began the walk back across the field, letting my hips sway as I strolled. Once back at the house, I switched on a lamp in the living room to give you light when you came in; but I didn't linger. I was already upstairs in the bedroom when I heard the front door shut behind you. You didn't call out to me. You didn't have to. I heard you climbing the stairs, and I walked to the window to pull it shut. 

"Leave it," you said from the doorway.

I glanced at you over my shoulder, noting how your eyes were glued to my naked ass. "Leave it open. I want the world to hear you while I fuck you." I moaned at your words, and you crossed the distance between us, pressing your naked body against my back and pulling me hard into you. Your tongue and teeth found every spot on my neck and shoulders that drove me wild, and in an instant I was grinding my ass back against your sex, whimpering. I took your hands from their hold on my hips and brought one up to my breast as I forced the other between my thighs, against my dripping pussy. I tried to turn to face you, to kiss you, but you kept me locked where I was; your fingers teased my nipples, your hand stroked my wet, naked pussy, slowly, lightly. 

"Baby, I can't take this anymore --- the bed, Mary, please," I gasped, as your fingertips continued their agonizing dance over my throbbing clit. You broke away from me and began pulling me to the bed, but I pushed you down on top of it and straddled your hips, lowering my body till our nipples met and my hair hung down around your face. Slowly, I moved, fluidly, liquidly, my hips grinding as rode your naked hips and began tracing your bottom lip with my tongue. 

"Go slow with me a moment," I whispered, kissing your lips. "Not for long, baby, just a little while." I kissed your neck, letting my tongue trace circles over your flesh. 

"I don't know if I can, love."

"Please, baby," I kissed your mouth again, whimpering as I pressed my swollen clit against your flesh. "I've wanted this for so long... And we're probably never going to have another chance like this again. I want to make it last, lover. I want to make it last a lifetime." I kissed you deeply, sucking your tongue into my mouth as I brought my hands up to tease your breasts. Releasing your mouth, I slowly moved my body lower against yours, letting my wet pussy slip over your thigh. I kissed your shoulders, your chest, your breasts, before letting my tongue dance over your nipple, sucking it into my mouth and feeling its texture beneath my tongue and between my teeth. I moaned at the pleasure of having you in my mouth, and couldn't help but bring my hand down to caress my sex as I continued to suckle and bite. My pussy had long since passed the word "need" and had gone straight on to "desperation", and I attempted to calm my frenzy by lightly touching myself as I made love to you. But you felt what I was doing, and without a warning -- quite unfair, lover -- you suddenly had me on my back, looking up at your fierce and burning eyes. I tried to speak, but you silenced me with the most intense kiss of my life, forcing my legs apart in one violent move. 


Your hands were on my breasts -- not gently caressing, not teasing, not loving... they were frenzied, wanting, taking; there was no doubt in my mind who my body now belonged to. Your mouth encircled my nipple, and I felt your teeth bite down in your overwhelming hunger, as a bolt of heat shot straight through my body and my sex. Your body lay between my splayed legs, and I began to grind against you, needing pressure, needing release. You moaned into my breast as you felt my wet heat rubbing against your skin. 

"Baby, please...."

Your head shot back, away from my body, your eyes gleaming with lust, dominance, and mischief. "Please what?"

"Taste me... please... God Mary I need your mouth on me..."

"Beg."

"I am begging!"

"Beg on your hands and knees." Your eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, and you moved away to stand at the foot of the bed. Compliant and only slightly grinning, I rolled over onto my stomach and slowly, slowly, rose up on all fours, pushing my ass into the air. "Please," I whimpered. "Mary, please.... eat my pussy... God I need your tongue in my pussy..." I thrust my ass, my sex, towards you, quivering with the need to feel your mouth. I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly I felt your hot tongue licking the curve of my ass, down to my naked lips, my clit, the entrance to my sex, every inch dripping wet with my arousal. I moaned and pushed back against your face as you began fucking my pussy with your tongue. My knees were growing weaker by the moment; but more than this, I needed to see you --- I needed to watch you as you licked me, sucked me, fucked me. I fell onto my stomach and rolled over, breaking the connection between your mouth and my sex for a few agonizing moments. Then you returned, your tongue slowly licking between my swollen lips, tasting every drop of me that I had to offer you. I moaned, grinding against your face as you sucked my clit into your mouth, your tongue dancing over its throbbing heat. "Oh God, Mary -- baby, fuck me! Fuck me, lover!" My hips bucked wildly into the air as you thrust three fingers deep inside of me, stretching my wet sex to the limit. "Mary!" 




For You, From Me



Suddenly your face was inches above mine, your body stretched out against my own as you pushed deep into me, again and again. I pulled you down on top of me, claiming your mouth and tasting my need on your lips. I moaned at my own scent and licked every spare drop from your chin and mouth. I felt you tickling and teasing my ass, not as a request, but as a statement of what you were about to claim. As I relaxed my body, I felt you slip inside of me, and the feeling of You filling all of me was almost too much to bear. "Harder, baby!" I cried in your ear. "God fuck me hard!" It felt as if you were tearing me apart, so frenzied were your thrusts, and I met each one with a moan and my grinding hips. My fists were clutching the sheets so hard I was sure they were going to rip. When I felt the curve of your fingertips stroking my pussy as you fucked me, I began to lose my mind.

"Baby, no... please, I can't.. don't... make me cum, not yet... please..." I didn't want it to end, I wanted this torture and pleasure to go on forever, I wanted this feeling of finally being owned, loved, and fucked by you to last for a lifetime. I tried to push you away, but you weren't having it. "Mary, no --- don't let me cum!" Your thrusts became harder, more violent and rough. "Oh Christ! Mary!" I threw my legs around your body as I gave up my fight, taking all of you that I could deep into my pussy and ass. Just as I was about to crash over the edge into the abyss, you pulled away, your fingers leaving my hot aching need unsatisfied. 

Rolling onto your back, you took me with you, pulling me hard on top of you and crushing my mouth with a kiss. I spread your legs with my knee and pressed my throbbing clit against your own, moving my hips to ride the two together as our tongues made love. I placed my hands on either side of your face and pushed myself up, still rubbing against you, and slowly lowered my breast to you, hungry, waiting; I lightly rubbed my nipple across your lips before you sucked it into your mouth and between your teeth. Grinding my sex against yours, feeling your teeth and your tongue on my flesh, the only clear thought that made it through the haze of ecstasy was that I could not wait another moment to have your wet sex in my mouth and surrounding my senses. I pulled away from you and nipped and licked my way down your body, pausing at your breasts and hips and thighs before slowly dipping into the heat of your pussy. Your clit felt like heaven against the tip of my tongue, and I felt drunk on the aroma of you. I could have stayed there forever and been perfectly happy with my lot in life.

Lazily at first, enjoying every slow moving moment, I trailed my tongue up and down the length of your flesh, I kissed and tasted and sucked your lips, your need, your want. But "lazily" wasn't enough, and "slowly" was driving me mad. My body began to shudder with the need to take you, to fuck you, to dive inside and make you cry out for me. I brought my fingers up beside my lips and tongue, and began stroking the flesh of your lips while I licked you. Slowly I brought them to your clit, rubbing, teasing, encircling, before slipping down to your entrance and quickly, roughly, thrusting deep inside of you. Velvet liquid heat engulfed my fingers, and I nearly came from the feeling of being within you. I moaned and rested my head against your thigh, watching as my fingers vanished and reappeared, at an ever-faster speed, taking you roughly, loving you slowly, making you mine. Unable to watch any longer, I kissed my way back to your sex and let my tongue swirl around your throbbing clit as I fucked you harder than I had intended, frenzy and need and lust overpowering my senses. Sucking you into my mouth, nibbling and licking your need, I fucked you and loved you and became addicted to the sound of my name on your lips. You reached down and slipped your fingers into my hair, at the base of my neck, and pushed me harder against you as your hips rose to meet my thrusts and my tongue. Your body shook and trembled as I devoured you, until you began pulling me up your body and rolling me over. 

"This could go on all night," I gasped with a tiny laugh as you bit the flesh of my neck and shoulder. You smiled against my skin.

"Are you complaining?" 

"Are you crazy?" You kissed my neck, my ear, my cheek, my lips, lulling me into a sense of sweet tenderness that left me completely unprepared for the shock of your ferocious thrust into my sex. I screamed out and shook from the force and depth of your fingers.... my eyes teared up with the slight pain of being filled more than I believed I could take. 

"Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Mary, please!"

"Tell me you want me to take you, tell me your body is mine to do exactly what I want with, anytime I want." You accentuated your order by pushing deeper into me. My head fell to the side of the pillow as I yelled out your name. "Tell me!"

"Mary... please.... my body belongs to You... it's Yours to use, to take, to fuck. Fuck me, Mary, please!! Use my body in every way you want to!" I cried out and shuddered as you slipped out of my sex and pushed my legs back to my chest, my knees against my breasts, my pussy bared and waiting for you. You rose from the bed and began walking away.

"Don't you dare move. Do you understand?"

"Oh, you have to be kidding." But I shut my mouth when you glared at me, and nodded meekly. I watched you walk out of the room, leaving me to feel foolish and incredibly slutty with my sex bared to the world and my knees up to my chest. You were gone what seemed an eternity before I saw your shadow reappear in the doorway. I peered at you from between my legs as you walked back to the bed and climbed on. My eyes were glued to the strap-on you now sported, and I finally looked back up at you to see your eyes were smiling.

"You had no intention of following that third rule, did you?" I asked quietly, my eyes roaming your face for an answer. You placed your body against me, and I moaned as you rubbed the tip of the strap-on up and down the length of my pussy, pausing at the entrance to my sex. 

"If you had honestly wanted me to.... but Honey, you can't tell me you didn't fantasize about all the different ways I might come in here and fuck you in the middle of the night..." You pushed inside me, and I cried out. "How my hands would feel..." You thrust deeper, and it suddenly felt as if everything inside of my body was made up of you. "How my tongue would feel as I licked you... How it would feel as I fucked you, harder," you thrust into me again, "and harder", and again. I screamed for you, and after that we gave up conversation. You kept my knees pinned back to my chest as you tore my sex apart, fucking me until my screams were hoarse cries and tears streamed down my face out of the pleasure of having You fill me. I felt as if, if I let myself cum, I would explode, fly apart, lose my mind, die, the orgasm that you were building within me felt so intense and terrifying. But it wouldn't be held at bay, any longer, and you fucked my pussy far past the edge of orgasm and into the realm of something I had never before experienced. I couldn't stop cumming, and you wouldn't stop fucking; wave after wave hit me, crashing over my body and sending my senses reeling. At last, too sensitive and tender to take anymore, I caught my breath long enough to plead with you to stop, to pause, to let me rest a moment. I moaned when you slipped out of me, and I fell into your arms as you laid down beside me. I couldn't catch my breath, and the room felt as if it was set on a ferris wheel. You stroked my hair and kissed me while I calmed down. When I finally lifted my face from your chest and met your eyes, I was shocked to see a look of sadness, there. "Baby, what is it, what's wrong?!"

"Nothing," you said, shaking your head.

"You're a liar. Don't tell me 'nothing'." I saw the way you shrugged, and as you began to move to switch off the light, the pieces of the puzzle finally began falling into place, ending with a complete click when you said, "Want me to sleep in here, or would you prefer to sleep alone?" 

I raised myself up and lay my body across yours. "Ohhh, I see. You think I'm done with you, now. I came, I saw, I'm finished --- something like that? Baby, you know that when it comes to sex and passion, you're in here with your match. A girl just needs to catch her breath, every now and then. I'm not done with you... not now, not ever." You wrapped your arms around me and let me kiss you, slowly, languidly. I pressed up against your sex and loved the moan you gave me. This, I thought, this I could do every night for the rest of my life.... 



For You I Write This



I cannot wait to see your smiling face again. I am sitting on the Greyhound, traveling to you as fast as I can amidst traffic and all I can do to stop myself from screaming at the other vehicles is to write to you. I want to write how much I've missed you, how much I've wanted to come see you. Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to spend time alone with you? How much I wanted for you to come over the last time I saw you? It was so hard to be mature about that. Perhaps now we will have the chance to do what we couldn't then? Will you let me? Will you want me to? Do you even need to see me as much as I need to see and be with you? Perhaps on some level, I can hope that the answer is yes.

My mind has been running away again in the time that I have been preparing for this journey. It occurs to me that this will be the longest amount of time spent just the two of us. You always seem to have throngs of people vying for your attention and who could blame them. I do my best to be the one sitting quiet in the background so as not to appear abrasive or obvious, but if you only knew what I wanted to do to those other women who get near to you. Why do I always defer to them when I know that you will probably want to come to my bed? And why do I write all these nervous words, when what I really want to write, is what I want to do to you. Or rather, what I want you to do to me. Shall I tell you then? Do you want me to describe it to you in detail? Do you want to hear the crux of my fantasy weekend with you? Should I decide to let that last guard down? I suppose I should as I'm sure you have already guessed.

In my fantasy, it is you who calls the shots. It isn't me who lets you know what I want. It is you who puts your hands in my hair and leans down to kiss me. Your grip is strong and sure. You push your body against mine and I feel the heat of you. My legs go weak at the thought of what is to come. Without breaking your lips from mine, you lower your hands from my hair and put them beneath my sweater, caressing the smooth skin of my back. I moan into your hungry mouth and press myself harder against you. You deftly unhook my bra and lift everything off over my head. You tilt me backwards in your arms, as you lean forward to lap and suckle at my breasts. You are hungry for me, the likes I've never experienced before. I think that a part of you wants to devour me, and take me into yourself. Your actions are hard and full of need. None of it is about how it makes me feel, I am only here to serve your desire. I could have no conscious mind for all the difference it would make. You want my flesh and my lips, you want my arms and my nails, you want my body to sheath yours, and as far as you are concerned I could be a doll. 

Yes that's it. Treat me as you would a doll.

You throw me onto the bed with indifference and tear my clothes off as if they were made of some substandard fabric. You pin my arms above my head and shove your way between my legs to get at the place you desire. I'm not quite ready for you but that doesn't stop you from breaking your way in. Pain and pleasure combine and I scream out. I use my body's skills, to make it better, to make me tighter, to make you enjoy it more, but you barely notice. In and out: thrusting over and over. I can feel your size the length of me and it makes me squeal, your width stretching me more than ever before. The pain is forgotten amidst the joy of this sensation. I am a flood easing your way into me, and every nerve in my body screams out for you to touch it, but I know you won't. You lie on top of me and unceremoniously pump away. It is perfect. Without warning you descend again to my breasts and chew and lick and gnaw at them as if they were fruit. My nipples become raw and much to sensitive for you to continue, but I hold your head there with my hands refusing to let you stop. I wrap my legs around your hips and arch my back into you as I climax more quickly than I ever have. I moan and my arms flail wildly trying to gain purchase on something, anything. But you are not done with me, my climax was not meant for my pleasure but was a by product of your stamina. 

As I try to catch my breath you flip me over onto my stomach, push my knees apart and up with your own. You nudge yourself closer to there. I don't resist; I want to, but I will allow this from you. I always do. How can I say no to you? No preparation, no warning, just in, and hard. I burry my head in the pillow and scream in real pain. But the pain is so sweet, and you know this. You know how much I love this. How much I need this. I never told you, but you know. Your one act of selflessness in this whole passionless escapade, is to slow down slightly and let me get used to you. You lean forward and bite the back of my neck. Your hand snakes its way around me and your fingers pinch my clit. I become delirious. I don't know what to do with my body. All I can do is moan out the word "Ow," but it means yes. Your pace quickens and it is the strangest feeling in the world. I love it and I hate it. The pain is so searing that it makes me climax again, and I don't even realise. 

All I am is a vessel of pleasure, for yours and mine. I beg you to stop, I whisper that I can't take any more, that you are driving me insane. All you do is lift my torso up to sitting and thrust deeper. Finally you speak. You tell me how much you love this. How much you love being in me. How you always want to be in me. I relent and turn my head to kiss you. You give in and allow me to. You break away quickly. You push me back down on the bed. One hand grips my shoulder, the other holds my face into the pillow as you force your length in and out of me, fast and hard, no care for my comfort, only the concern that others don't hear me. I scream out my breaths and scream to God, I ball the sheets up in my fists and I come, hard, more than once. I can barely breathe, and all I can think of is how good this is. 

My whole body is taught with the expression of my bliss. I feel you tense up behind me, then liquid heat searing my insides. You collapse onto me, exhausted and utterly spent. I turn my head out from under your grip to get much needed air. You stay there on top of me and in me. Our sweat mingles and our breathing becomes simultaneous. Eventually you roll off, and what you left in me seeps out. I'm too tired to care, and too sore to do anything about it. 

You sit up and lean back against the wall looking down at me with a smile that's more like a smirk. I feel numb, and satiated, and glad that I was able to make you ... Just make you.



For You LG



You were standing in her hallway, completely naked, even barefoot, and smiling lasciviously at me not realizing that I was already home and you did not hear me coming in while you were in the shower. Your breasts are perfect and nipples are a perfect size and I knew they were already erect and waiting to be caressed by my tongue. You felt good to me as I hugged you tightly and kissed your smiling face. I followed you into the room. You sprawled full length on top of me and started kissing my face. "Nice of you to come over on such short notice," you said to me after kissing my eyes. Before I could answer, your tongue was in my mouth, seeking mine and finding it easily. "Nothing I like better than coming home to see you," I answered when you took your tongue out of my mouth. You smiled, opened your mouth again and we resumed kissing and mingling our tongues until you pulled back and started unbuttoning my shirt. When you were through with the buttons, I sat up so you could remove it and toss it onto the floor. I lay back down. You straddled my waist and leaned forward so I could reach your breasts with my mouth. With your hands cupped under them, you presented the first one to me and, after I had licked the large, firm nipple a few strokes, you moved to present my mouth with the other. As you moved from side to side to let your nipples and my tongue mutually pleasure each other, you were cooing happily and I could smell your pussy juices and feel them trickling out onto my belly. "I really love it when you lick my pussy, Bill, but now I need you to suck my boobies," you said, unnecessarily as you leaned closer to me so I could take a breast into my mouth. 

Although they are small, I was able to get a nice mouthful and suck on it while my tongue caressed the nipple. You were sighing and murmuring your pleasure with what I was doing, and my mouth was also enjoying the feel of your soft flesh on my lips and the hardened ridges of your beautiful nipples against my tongue. For a long time, we continued, with you alternating pushing your breasts into my mouth until it was time for me to start pleasing you even more.

I get you to turn onto your stomach and begin to kiss the back of your neck while I massage your shoulder. I slide my tongue down the back of your neck and gently rub my goatee on the back of your shoulders while stopping every inch to kiss them passionately.  I slide my hand from your waist up to your shoulders trying to ease the tension on your back. I stick my tongue out and make sure it is wet and slide it from the middle of you neck all the way down to your lower back.

I lean over and grab some rubbing oil I have stashed on the side of the bed and quietly open it up. I then slowly allow little drops to fall onto your back, just enough....I start to rub the oil into your back and massage it deep into your muscles. I am sitting on your bum and I have a massive hard on and it is between your legs and while I slide my hands up your back my hardness touches your wetness very gently. I make sure that as I am rubbing your back I slide my hands along your rib cage and also rubbing your boobs on the side. 

I sprawl out onto your back and whisper into your ear "I love you Laura" and kiss your ear while rubbing my stubble on your shoulder and sliding my chin to the end of your shoulder and back to your ear.

I sit back up and continue rubbing your back then I slide my hands down to your sexy bum cheeks and massage them and push my hands all the way back up to your shoulders making little circles on my way up. I suddenly move my hands firmly down your back, pass your bum, and rub the back of your legs and then to your feel.

I turn you over and can tell that you are at ease yet totally excited.

I kiss you so very passionately and rub my hands through your hair. I begin kissing your neck and when my chin gets to the top of your chest, I ensure that my stubble is gliding on your chest and shoulders because that is what you like.

I start to gently lick your nipple and slide my tongue over to the next one. When I get back to the middle I start kissing you all the way down your chest, stomach, ribs, belly button. I reach my hand up and rub your boobs and gently squeeze your nipples.

I ask you to close your eyes and I take out a scarf and cover your eyes. I then get off the bed and take the bed sheets I have set up under the mattress and gently tie your feet and hands and whispering into your ear "trust me babe". Once you are bound, I climb onto the bed and start to kiss your legs all the way to your hips. I do the same back down to your ankles and then begin to slide my tongue along the inside of your leg. The closer I get to your amazing pussy, the more I can smell the sweet juices flowing. I get to your pelvis and gently slide my tongue to the top of your little pussy and then back to the top of your pelvis and then to your other leg and slide my tongue down the inside of your leg.

I then start to kiss you along the inside switching from leg to leg. As I am doing that I gently shift on the bed and when I get to your stomach I stop. I quietly reach over and get an ice cube and give you a kiss. As our tongues are moving with each other I reach under and gently touch your nipple with the ice cube and you react. I take the ice cube into my mouth and begin sucking your nipples with the ice cube in my mouth and they become really hard and I then flick them with my tongue.

I slide the ice cube down to your tummy and then I let it drip onto your waiting pussy, and then up to your tummy again and the water flows off either side of you onto your hips. I go back to your warm box and slowly start to kiss it. I stick my tongue out and gently lick your lips and then ever so lightly push my tongue up to your clit. I spread your wet and waiting pussy open to expose the fullness of your clit and slowly circle your cllit and then slide it down to your moist hole and gently push it into your pussy as deep as I can get it. I then slide my tongue back to your clit and begin sucking it and gently flicking it with my tongue and circling it then while moving my tongue from side to side start making my way down to your pussy hole and then slowly to your bum where I give it a gently lick. I place my finger into your pussy and begin to rub your gspot while I go back to flicking your clit. I am moving my fingers in and out while applying pressure on your spot inside and you have your first orgasm on my face and I adore it and cannot get enough of your juices. 

As you are recovering and your muscles are easing, I straddle your chest and have my cock at your mouth. You raise your head still not being able to see and use your hands; you take my huge cock into your mouth and take it as deep as possible. You pull back and tongue the tip of my knob and lick off my pre cum then take it all into your mouth and begin going back and forth. I reach over and behind and start rubbing your pussy. I suddenly stop you and go back to your juices. I plunge my face deep between your legs Laura and tell you "I love how you taste and want you to cum on my some more.". I start flicking and licking your clit and suddenly plunge my face into your juice then back to your clit. It does not take long until you cum again and your hips lift off the bed and your legs pull put cannot go far because they are still tied while my tongue is deep inside and moving during your orgasm. I stop and allow you to take a five second breather and start again, I kiss the inside of your legs and reach up to rub your tits while I take your clit between my lips and slowly massage your clit with my tongue moving my head from side to side........You cum on me again and try to pull your arms down because it is so intense and want to grind your pussy lips on my face.

I get onto my knees and slowly put my throbbing cock into you and take it back out and then take my cock and all of a sudden it is at your mouth ready for you to lick and taste your juices that I love so much. You tell me how sweet it is and take my cock right down to my balls. You take my cock out and lick between my legs and to my balls, then to the base of my cock and I suddenly pull back and stop you.

You knew that it would not be long until I would be deep inside of you.

I get on top of you and slide my cock head up and down your pussy and rubbing it onto your swollen clit. I then verrrrry slowly slide my cock to your waiting hole and begin sliding it into you. I make sure every inch is inside of you and lean my head down and begin to kiss you while slowly pulling my cock out. I start to pick up a little speed but not by much but ensuring that when I push in I get it in as deep as possible and we are still kissing.

I begin to start moving faster and still pushing in deep and keep that pace while I reach over and nibble on your shoulder. You suddenly tell me you are going to cum and I move faster until I can feel your pussy twitch around my cock and you tell me not to stop. I keep going faster and within a minute you have another orgasm all over me. While I slow down I am removing the ties from your wrists and then get off of you to remove the ones around your ankles.

You turn over onto your stomach and want me to lick you from behind which I welcome. I slowly spread your bum while your legs are spread and I lick your tight ass and slip my tongue into your pussy and back to your bum. I go back and forth while squeezing your ass cheek.

You then get onto your knees and arch you're back for me. I slide my rod into you and you reach under and grab my balls for a little squeeze. I lean over you and gram your boob and massage them. I then hold onto your hips and begin pumping you from behind making sure that the head of my cock is rubbing your gspot. I then look down and can see your lips wrapped around me while I slide it in faster and faster, you start to moan and then cum onto me again and I make sure I hold your hips and follow your body as it moves forward so that I am deep inside of you while your juices flow. You tell me not to stop and I tell you how beautiful and hot you are, I then reach up and grab your shoulders and pump you harder and you explode again.

You then turn over onto your back and wiggle your ass to the edge of the bed and guide me hardness into you. I lean over and suck your nipple and give you a kiss and pause for a moment while I look into your eyes. I love you Laura completely and live to please you.

I begin pumping you on the edge of the bed and you then let out a huge moan and cum for me again. I move faster and harder while holding onto your boob and you reach down and rub your clit while I am thrusting my rock hard dick into you and your hand moves faster and harder on your clit and boom, you cum again. 

Once your legs unseize a moment later you tell me to get onto the bed on my back. You take me into you after you straddle me and lean over to kiss me and tell me you love me. Then your magic hips start moving and you arch your bum up and slid my cock up and down and in and out and start to squeeze the sheets while you cum. You tell me you want me to cum and start again. You move and I hold onto your hips and tell you I am going to cum and you say the same thing. Suddenly we both explode at the same time and I reach my head up into the cove of your neck and shoulder. You tell me one more, and you continue sliding on me while I hold your nipple and I start twitching. Eventually I realize I am going to cum again and while I start to cum you cum all over me again. 

You collapse onto my chest and are breathing really heavy. You shift off of me and snuggle into my chest.

I love you Laura and want to spend the rest of my life with you lg.



For You, My Love Pt. 01



Author's Note:

A **huge huge** thank-you to RogueLurker my volunteer editor who has been a great source of guidance in the polishing up of this story. Couldn't have done it without you M!

More to come soon!

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Chapter One

Stephanie hunched over the table in front of her; pen poised in hand waiting to strike the paper. She bit her lip as she mused over her doodles. The notes on her paper translated into one sentence on the laptop. She twitched uncomfortably. She had gotten as far as one sentence. The laptop glared back at her as one hand hovered over the keyboard. This wasn't going so well. She licked her lips softly as she brought the pen to her lips and instinctively held it there, wishing it was a long skinny Menthol.

She slipped the pen behind her right ear and reached out for her glass of ice tea. She took a short sip and looked down at her paper. She slipped the pen back into her hand and put it to the paper. Half the glass, two doodles and four words later, she still felt lost.

She needed inspiration. She was beginning to wish she hadn't agreed to write the article. She was lucky to have the chance to write for such a prominent newspaper, it was a step in the direction she wanted to go. She questioned whether her circumstance had been the reason for the article, or whether her writing skills were valued. Stephanie had to be careful; the ground she was treading with this article was sensitive and the topic controversial. Yet in hers, and many others opinions, the new laws had been a long time coming.

Stephanie shook her head. She was never this stuck for what to write. Maybe she was associating the article too closely to her personal life. It was hard not to, but it was also key to disentangle oneself from the job at hand. Her personal hang-ups on the limitations of the legislation kept her from singing its praises for the article. The legalisation in favour of civil partnerships for same-sex couples had been a breakthrough, but there were still discrepancies that had yet to be properly rectified. 

The wind swept into the house as if it were royalty, invading every corner, every crack. May had brought some temperamental weather to the city. Stephanie wouldn't usually complain of the weather in May, she liked the thick warm air outside and the daytime spring breeze refreshed her skin. However, the weather that was unfolding in the city now was a little less gentle.

There was the sound of a small engine outside the windows which caught her drifting attention. She smiled to herself, rolling the pen between her lips. Stephanie had waited for this moment for hours; she slid out of her chair, reciting to herself.

"First turn the engine off, then the briefcase from the front seat."

Out in the driveway, Naina slid out of the driver's seat and looked up towards the window. She knew Stephanie was going through the checklist --she always did. Grabbing her briefcase from the front seat, she turned and checked the back seat. 

"Walking up the steps, lock the car..." Stephanie said into the mirror as she ran her fingers through her thick wavy hair.

Stephanie moved to the door and watched through the peephole as Naina walked up the porch. With her hand on the door handle, she pulled it open just as Naina raised her key to the lock. A smile spread over Stephanie's lips as she noticed the radiant colouring on Naina's cheeks. She was pleased that after all this time she was still able to raise a blush from Naina.

Naina slid through the doorway before Stephanie had a chance to move. Their bodies came together, connecting as Naina bit her lip and looked up into Stephanie's eyes. She whispered, ''Hey you...'' and let a tiny smile curl the corner of her mouth before leaning in to brush her lips against the taller woman's smile. Stephanie's nipples became firm; forming tiny bullets and she held the kiss, slowly moving her mouth against Naina's.

''Mmmm...'' Naina whispered, ''Maybe we should close the door? All this chilly air is making you cold!'' she teased, as she gently ran her index finger over one of Stephanie's rock hard nipples, coaxing a blush from the brunette.

Stephanie's red face returned to normal and she watched intently as her fiancée walked up the hall, removing her jacket and hanging it over the banister. The slightly smaller woman continued her slow, sultry walk until she reached the kitchen entrance. She turned elegantly and beckoned for Stephanie with an inviting gaze. Stephanie hurriedly closed the door and followed her into the kitchen.

Naina was reaching into the wall unit for two wine glasses as Stephanie entered the kitchen. With one eye on Naina, Stephanie smiled and took the sealed bottle of white from the fridge.

''Lamberti Pinot Grigio?'' she suggested as she read the label knowing Naina would agree. She passed the bottle to Naina to open. She slowly poured it and handed Stephanie a glass. Stephanie smiled and took it gratefully, whilst she took Naina's hand in her own, and pulled her closer.

''Are you hungry?'' Stephanie asked as she leant down to kiss her.

''A little. What have we got?'' she smiled as she squeezed Stephanie's hand before Stephanie slid it around her back.

''Well, we have some left over pasta, a pizza in the freezer, some couscous, nacho's and-''

Naina cut her off, ''Nacho's and dip!''

Stephanie smiled, ''Okay, I'll bring it in, go sit down inside...take my glass for me.'' She ushered Naina into the living room. Just as Naina left the kitchen, Stephanie called out, ''Mail is on the coffee table!''

When Stephanie made it to the living room Naina was sinking into the sofa, the laptop balancing on her knees, her letters ignored.

''Don't read that...'' Stephanie whined. ''I've not got very far!'' She sat next to Naina, laying the tray on her lap; she shifted closer to Naina. ''Please...''

Naina smiled and looked at her. ''There's nothing wrong with what you've got so far Steph, I just think you need to relax and find some inspiration...''

Her playful smile returned to curl her lips. She said the word 'inspiration' like it were a chocolate treat a child would receive for having been good. Stephanie had a feeling of déjà vu. It was the same conversation they had every time Stephanie was at a loss for words. Although writer's block might be common in Journalism, Stephanie rarely suffered from it. When it did strike her, it was a force to be reckoned.

Naina realized how much this article meant to Stephanie, both for its subject matter as well as a chance to establish herself as a serious Journalist. The stress of writer's block was already showing in her partner's furrowed brow and Naina wanted to help in anyway she could. She offered the wine to Stephanie who sipped slowly and carefully from the glass in Naina's outstretched hand. 

''Have you written a list of points you want to include in the article?'' Naina asked delicately. Stephanie finished her nacho and sipped some more wine.

''How was work today?'' Stephanie asked, reaching out for another nacho. Naina raised her eyebrow at the subject change but decided against pushing the issue.

''It was good, a bit more hands-on than usual.''

''Sounds good. What did it involve?''

''Well, that meeting with Professor Carter was about getting me to lead a lecture! I reviewed the material and took a lecture in the afternoon. I was quite nervous but I did fine!''

''Aww darling that's great, see I always told you you'd be fine when it got to that stage!'' Stephanie leaned forward and kissed Naina softly.

''Let's not talk about work, right now I just want to enjoy being with you...I miss you so much when I'm not here.'' She paused, and then looked Stephanie in the eyes and whispered, ''I want you so much...'' as she ran her finger down the front of Stephanie's blouse. Stephanie's sour expression shifted to embarrassment as a blush crept up her neck.

''Later, darling. Later.'' Stephanie cooed.

Naina raised an eyebrow and took the tray with its empty plate from her hands and set it on the floor. Stephanie picked up the bottle of wine and poured it slowly, her thumb pushed inside the concave base of the bottle and her fingers supporting the weight.

''It's been a hectic day, I really feel like spending some time in the studio, what do you think?'' Naina suggested.

''Only if you let some of your creative vibe rub off so I can do this damn article,' Stephanie responded as she settled into Naina's arms. Naina stroked her hair gently.

''We can give it a shot! I want to work with my chalk for a bit, why don't you bring the laptop down there and we can work together, hmm?'' Naina suggested.

''That sounds like a good idea, why don't you go and set up?'' Stephanie twisted her body to kiss her slowly, savouring the taste and feel of her lover's lips against her own.

Chapter Two

Naina had set up an easel with a large drawing board mounted on it by the time Stephanie came into the studio, her glasses held carefully between her lips by the stem. In her hands she balanced the laptop, its cables, her notes and a few choice CD's. Naina reached out and grabbed the laptop just in time, allowing Stephanie to settle into her office area.

''Thanks,'' she grinned as she set the rest of her stuff on her desk. ''So have you decided what you're drawing?''

''Not yet, I'm still trying to decide which paper to use. Shall I use heavy white cartridge paper, or black sugar paper?''

Stephanie looked at her in thought, ''Well, that depends.'' She wrapped her arms around Naina's waist gently. Naina pressed her body closer and gazed into her eyes.

''On?''

''On whether you are doing a dry chalk piece or a wash over the chalk?''

''I think I'll do a dry one, I haven't done one in ages.''

''Then the black sugar paper, I really like your tonal studies on black paper.'' Stephanie smiled and leaned down to brush Naina's lips with a soft caress.

Stephanie made her way to the kitchen to fetch the bottle of wine and glasses while Naina picked out a CD and put it in the player. She hummed as she tacked paper to the drawing board; Stephanie slipped her lithe body through the heavy studio doors singing softly in tune with the song. Setting the glasses down on the spare table, she poured the wine whilst her short haired fiancée adjusted the light settings for the room. Moderate light for the office side, powerful focused light for what Naina called her 'stress free zone'.

Naina's half of the studio was her oasis of calm, a quiet refuge from rigors of studying for her PhD, lecturing degree students and even her relationship with Stephanie. The head-ache inducing statistics and the endless research all in the name of Psychology took its toll on her by the end of the week. Her art anchored her, allowing her to lose herself in something that she loved and to forget the stresses that demanded so much of her. 

Naina moved past Stephanie and drew the heavy curtains across the floor to ceiling windows. When Naina worked in the studio, not even the moon was allowed to see the secrets she applied behind her easel.

The music was low, the lighting was perfect, and the wine was poured. The ambiance was set. Stephanie found her reading glasses and watched as Naina slipped her blouse off her shoulders and stood shamelessly in her bra whilst reaching up for a large rough work shirt from the hook. Stephanie quietly put her wine glass down and crept up behind Naina, laying her hands on Naina's waist, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the back of her bare neck. Naina shrugged her shoulders, laughing lightly.

''You can't resist,'' she chuckled as Stephanie continued to kiss the back of her neck.

''Never.'' Stephanie's kisses moved lower, and touched on the skin between her shoulder blades. She smiled and pressed her lips against the intricate black tattoo imbedded in Naina's chocolate skin before pulling away and letting Naina put her shirt on. Naina turned to her with a playful glint in her eyes.

''Hold those thoughts darling.'' she reached out and cupped Stephanie's cheek in her hand, ''Okay?'' She winked when Stephanie nodded and turned her face to kiss her palm.

Naina collected some chalk- blacks, blues and whites. Stephanie was sitting at the desk, chewing on her pen and typing when Naina approached her easel tentatively. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She leaned against the easel, soaking in the atmosphere of the room- the smell of art materials, the sound of Stephanie's light keystrokes on the laptop, the comforting feeling of the chalk in her hand. She gripped the chalk in her fingers- feeling reassured, taking another deep breath and opening her eyes.

She looked over at Stephanie's shadowy form. Her deep brown eyes roamed over Stephanie's face and body, she noticed how Stephanie had haphazardly put her luscious chocolate brown hair up in a loose ponytail. A wave of hair that had escaped hung down against her cheek hiding her eyes; Stephanie used her long fingers to push it behind her ear.

Naina rolled her shoulders gently, twisting her neck from side to side, letting her senses inspire her thoughts. She let her thoughts develop on the canvas of her mind as she decided on the subject of her latest piece. She raised her white chalk to the black paper drawing wide arcs across the page- looking across at Stephanie every few seconds. She continued to build up a shape with more and more light and heavy strokes on the paper. Pausing briefly to reference the work and alter the composition for accuracy.

Stephanie leaned across her laptop and picked up a page of notes. She frowned in concentration as she analysed it making a quick note before continuing to type. By now, a series of blue and white strokes graced Naina's paper. Naina cocked her head to the side for a moment to regard the picture so far, she exhaled contently. She paused, setting down the chalk and stepping away from her easel to get her wine. She glided round to Stephanie's side of the desk and leaned down to take a look at Stephanie's progress.

''I know you're drawing me, you cheeky cow.'' Stephanie said when Naina's face was next to her own.

''And aren't I allowed to draw my favourite subject?'' Naina whispered before turning her head to kiss Stephanie's cheek.

''Hmmm...that all depends on how you've drawn me.'' She turned to look at Naina and smiled.

''You want to see it don't you?'' Naina chided, poking her fiancée's nose softly, covering the tip of it in chalk. ''Well, you can't.''

Stephanie pouted disappointedly.

''Not yet. When I finish it and frame it, you can see it.''

''That's not fair, Naina.'' She whined playfully.

''Have patience.'' Naina whispered as she went back to her easel.

Stephanie huffed softly, taking off her glasses and laying them open on her stack of notes; she got up and followed Naina. Naina noticed her approach and covered the portrait with her rubbing paper. Stephanie furrowed her brow and moved towards Naina playfully, placing her hand over Naina's and slowly trying to move her hand away from the rubbing paper. 

Stephanie leaned in and caught Naina's lips between her own, dropping a hand to her waist, pulling her tight against her body. Naina dropped the rubbing paper and slung her arms over Stephanie's shoulders, her hand crawling slowly up the taller woman's back and into her hair. Throwing Stephanie's hair band across the studio, Naina's fingers returned to caress the thick hair where it fell against tanned skin. They moved against each other, Stephanie's back now to the easel as her free hand inched its way up Naina's work shirt.

Feeling fingers brushing her skin beneath the shirt, Naina leaned back from the kiss. Pressing on, Stephanie nuzzled Naina's neck, her fingers continuing to caress Naina's back. 

"You still can't look at it until it's done," Naina whispered teasingly as she twirled a lock of Stephanie's hair gently between her fingers. 

''You are so stubborn.'' Stephanie pouted again.

''Patience sweetheart, half an hour.'' She gently ushered Stephanie back to the desk.

''Fine. It better be nice.'' Stephanie grumbled and turned to walk back to her desk when Naina reached for her hand gently and pulled her back to plant a light kiss against Stephanie's sulky pout.

''It always is,'' She whispered.

Naina went over to the CD player and changed the CD to her own compilation of favourite English, Indian and Punjabi songs. Stephanie tapped her pen to the tune of the fast paced Punjabi song as she sat at the desk with her glasses back on, referring to her notes before continuing to type. She occasionally looked up at Naina- catching her looking in her direction whilst drawing. Naina looked away bashfully when she was caught and busied herself for a few moments before looking back. Stephanie smiled as she noticed that there was a large smudge of chalk on Naina's neck where she had nuzzled against her skin.

''Baby, you have chalk on your neck.'' she said over a fast paced Bhangra song.

Naina picked up her reference mirror and tried to rub the chalk away, ''You know I get chalk all over me when I draw. I'll wipe up when I'm done, but thanks for pointing it out darling.'' She set the mirror down and took a sip of wine, ''How's the writing going?'' she asked, noticing how the confident woman didn't seem to pause for long between key strokes.

''Much better, it seems like you're giving off a creative vibe!'' she laughed, ''You done yet?''

''Nearly. Be patient.''

She winked and picked up her chalk, shading in the last intricate parts. Chalk covered every area of the paper, even if the paper was still black. She picked up her black stick and made the rims of Stephanie's glasses bolder, and then picking up her white, she added in the flecks of light on the frames and the white smudges on the lenses where the light caught them.

''I'm done.'' She smiled and mused over her picture before covering it up and moving towards the basin to wash up. Stephanie sat expectantly in her desk chair, her laptop now closed. Naina went to the cupboard, took a can of fixing spray from the shelf and sprayed the piece thoroughly. While the spray dried, she prepared the mounting card.

''Where are you planning on hanging it?'' Stephanie asked as she stacked her notes in a pile on the desk.

''I'll probably replace the picture in our room, is that okay?'' She asked as she found a large black frame used for an earlier piece which was now tucked away in a port folio.

''Sounds great to me, I'm going to head upstairs.'' She glided past Naina and kissed the top of her head. 

''See you up there, babe.'' She looked up and took in the view of Stephanie's posterior.

''Stop looking at my ass!'' Stephanie laughed without turning around.

''But it's a great ass!''

''Just hurry up and get upstairs, else I might fall asleep.''

''And we don't want that,'' Naina quipped. She winked as Stephanie turned to give her an expectant look.

Chapter Three

Naina took down the picture opposite the bed of the lilies she had drawn months ago and put up the portrait of Stephanie. She stood back and examined the piece. It was perfect - the toning with the black and white made the blue come out turquoise and the overall image was stunning in the black frame against the white wall.

''Steph?'' she called out. ''Where are you?''

''I'm coming.'' She entered the bedroom towel in hand, wiping her mouth. Naina tugged on her robe gently to pull her closer.

''What do you think?''

''I think,'' She cupped Naina's cheek gently, ''It's beautiful. Thank you, darling.'' She kissed to the right of Naina's lips softly. Naina smiled.

''So do I. After all, my subject is perfect.'' she poked her tongue out. Stephanie pushed her playfully. Naina grabbed onto Stephanie's gown again and both fell onto the bed.




For You, My Love Pt. 01



''Come here,'' Naina whispered, and pulled Stephanie closer to kiss her softly, her right hand reached down and began sliding against Stephanie's bare leg under the gown.

''Mmmm...'' Stephanie stopped Naina's hand gliding further up; she spoke softly into Naina's kiss, ''Have you locked up?'' Naina pulled away and groaned.

''I'm going, I'm going.'' She slid off the bed. ''Just don't fall asleep on me.'' She moped down the stairs and retrieved her blouse before checked the kitchen windows and the garden door before locking the front door and setting the alarm.

She made her way up the stairs, her stomach fluttering with expectant desire. Slowing down as she got within a few steps of the bedroom door, she took a deep breathe and smiled to herself. She entered the room and looked across at Stephanie. Her fiancée knelt on the bed, her legs slightly parted, gown undone. Naina was captivated, her eyes travelled her body, starting at her knees and working up to meet Stephanie's seductive gaze.

A wave of arousal washed over Naina and she knew Stephanie could read the shameless desire in her eyes. Naina dropped her blouse to the floor and within moments was on the bed pushing against Stephanie's body, her hot tongue inside Stephanie's mouth. Pressed beneath Naina's body, Stephanie's arms clasped her tight and she responded with her own soft tongue, wet and warm against Naina's.

Naina slid her hand down along Stephanie's skin through the opening of the gown and pressed her hand against her lover's taught stomach. She used her other hand to struggle with the gown, pushing it off and exiling it to the floor. Lying against Stephanie's half naked body, Naina's trousers and the sleek black bra firmly hiding her plump breasts felt constrictive and she longed to be free of their restraint. 

Stephanie sensed her discomfort and attempted to undo the button on the trousers, her clumsy fingers worked against the zip. Her breath was ragged as she pressed her lips against Naina's brown skin. Her body moved smoothly against Naina's and she shifted gently, beginning to push Naina back down on the bed.

Naina pulled Stephanie's face closer and kissed her, startling the other woman as she reversed their positions. Stephanie was confused as she watched Naina settle back on top of her. Smiling down at her lover, Naina reached around to the back of Stephanie's head and pushed her fingers into her lustrous hair, jerking her face close again. Naina's mouth commanded Stephanie's to allow her tongue entry.

Naina had taken control and Stephanie was wary. She bit her lip in thought, surprised that Naina would come across with such vigour. She was uneasy at not being in command. Naina was forcing her to enter the unknown, and she wasn't sure how to react.

Naina looked down into Stephanie's eyes, and recognised the uneasiness swimming beneath their green depths. She reached out and touched her cheek gently.

''Do you trust me?'' she whispered, her lips millimetres from Stephanie's.

Stephanie's gentle nod made their lips brush together softly.

''Then, don't be so tense; I just want to feel your body touch my body.'' She stroked Stephanie's cheek, with her thumb. ''Is that ok?'' she whispered.

Stephanie nodded again. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words jammed against a lump in her throat. Naina stretched her neck and planted a light kiss on her forehead.

Naina slipped her hand up under Stephanie's body, shaking ever so slightly. She took a deep breath, calming herself and filling her mind with the smell of her partner. She relaxed her shoulders and held her body carefully against Stephanie's. Her hand traced the curve of her collarbone, sliding down to her small breasts and running the tip of her finger against the top edge of the bra material.

The graceful fingers on Naina's other hand found the clasp of the bra, tight against her back and fiddled with it before slipping it off expertly - tossing it to the floor. She moved her hand against Stephanie's firm chest, caressing her light pink nipple, circling the areola with the tip of her nail.

Stephanie's hand slid against the soft cotton of Naina's boxers and she bit her lip as her nipples hardened. Naina's lips hungrily met with Stephanie's hard nipple. Stephanie giggled softly; succumbing to her lover's soft teasing tongue which danced against the now wet skin. Naina's hand moved across to the other nipple, this one was adorned with a nipple ring. She lifted it gently between her fingers as her tongue darted out to tease the other breast. She tugged on it slightly, Stephanie's body jerked and Naina brushed her nail playfully against the hard flesh. Naina's teeth grazed the sensitive nipple as she tweaked the other and Stephanie inhaled sharply.

Naina looked up at Stephanie's face and retreated, trailing her hand down Stephanie's body. She gazed at Stephanie's bare legs. She licked her lips slowly, marveling at how long and perfectly sculpted they were. They looked like chiseled granite, long swimmer's muscles - the definition enhanced by her dancing. She reached down to Stephanie's ankle and trailed the tip of her finger along the lines of the tattoo she designed for her; the black ink complimented Stephanie's skin. She brushed her fingers against her legs, following the indentations of toned muscle under the firm skin. 

''Mmm, that feels nice.'' Stephanie whispered, her fingers running through the younger woman's hair.

Naina leaned down and butterfly kissed the top of her thigh. Stephanie wore just a loose t-shirt and boxers to bed every night, allowing Naina to touch and tease her till they fell asleep.

Naina's attention shifted from her legs and looked up at Stephanie's body. She noticed Stephanie's jewellery pooled on her stomach. Stephanie's silver necklace, her engraved bracelet, two of her earrings and her thumb ring rose and fell slowly in tandem with Stephanie's breathing. The only jewelry missing from the pool were the pieces she couldn't or wouldn't remove -- two permanent earrings, her nipple piecing and her platinum engagement ring.

Naina smiled, and slipped her necklace off her stomach and held it in her hand,

''You aren't meant to take control, Ms. Vaughan...'' she whispered.

Stephanie knew that it had nothing to do with control and everything to do with the fact that she was laying herself out for Naina. If anything it was a sign that she was relinquishing control. Naina dangled the necklace over the bedside table and let it fall gently to its surface. She leant down and placed her lips against Stephanie's stomach, picking up her bracelet between her lips. She continued to place the jewellery slowly on the bedside table. One earring rolled into Stephanie's belly button. Stephanie wriggled as Naina used her tongue to retrieve it, her touch tickling Stephanie's sensitive flesh.

Stephanie smiled as Naina kissed her lips softly. Naina reached down to Stephanie's waist and slid her hand against the soft cotton boxers that were tight against her crotch. She pushed her hand down inside the boxers as her teeth clipped around Stephanie's bottom lip. She slipped them off her legs gently and tossed them aside.

Naina slid her finger down against the dancer's wet lips, and made small circles with the tip of her finger. Stephanie's hips lifted off the bed as Naina's long fingers penetrated her flesh and slowly slipped in and out, caressing her wet walls. Stephanie gasped as Naina's teeth cut into her bottom lip; she tasted blood and let out a long ecstatic moan as she dug her nails into Naina's skin.

Stephanie groaned as Naina continued, her body pressed tight between the mattress and her partner. Naina brought her close to orgasm and then took her back down, never letting her have that final moment of pleasure. She used her fingers artfully to tease her to the brink, kissing her hard as she felt Stephanie's hand clench her buttock. Naina brought her closer, so close that Stephanie almost exploded, her fingers clenching Naina's skin.

Naina kissed her softly, and moved down to kiss and lick her neck; she pulled her face up to lock eyes with Stephanie just as she allowed her to come. Stephanie gasped. Her nails clawed at the skin on Naina's back as she called out breathily in euphoria. Naina smiled, her own breath ragged as she watched Stephanie's eyes clench shut, and her mouth open. She felt Stephanie's knees bend under her, the heels of her feet slipping as they dug into the mattress.

Naina held Stephanie's shaking body tight in her arms, exhaling deeply and collapsing down on top of her, whilst Stephanie gasped for air. They kissed passionately, bodies coated in a thin film of sweat, and tried to catch their breaths. Naina pulled away from Stephanie's lips, and looked down at her; Stephanie smiled and touched her face gently. Naina rolled off Stephanie and lay close to her. She stretched her arm lazily over Stephanie's stomach, and played with her nipple ring.

Stephanie's hand rested on Naina's rear, brushing over it from time to time. Naina closed her eyes, and took in Stephanie's scent. It was no longer only the sweet scent of expensive perfume, but also the musky smell of her womanliness that aroused Naina even more. She opened her eyes when Stephanie shifted against her and felt Stephanie's soft warm lips against her own. Naina kissed her back softly, wondering how the rest of the night was going to progress.

The fingers on Stephanie's free hand had found their way into the short spikes of Naina's hair. She ran the tips of her fingers in small circles in the hollow at the base of her skull. Her tongue darted against Naina's softly as her other hand crept up between their bodies and cupped Naina's right breast delicately. Her fingers wrapped around the soft breast, squeezing it in her palm gently.

Naina moaned softly, her thighs becoming wet with the mix of her own liquid and Stephanie's juices from where her thigh was rubbing against Stephanie's mound. Stephanie's fingers pressed against the back of Naina's neck, twining in her hair while she continued to shower Naina with playful kisses. She recognized Stephanie's unconscious signal. She became wetter, knowing what Stephanie wanted. Naina pulled her lips gently from Stephanie's playful kiss. She looked into her rich green eyes and smiled softly. 

She pushed Stephanie back into a prone position and slid her palm down from her lover's collarbone, between her breasts and over her belly. Resting her palm against the pubic bone Naina looked into Stephanie's eyes as she slid down the bed. Stephanie's knees bent in automatic reaction, her feet planted firmly into the mattress. Naina's eyes closed as she took in the strong scent of Stephanie's wetness.

Naina pushed her tongue out gently, and continued to extend it until it flicked against Stephanie's clit. Stephanie's body jerked beneath her. Naina continued to gratify Stephanie; it took only moments for her to climax. The room spun around Stephanie as she let out a breathy guttural moan that filled the room. Naina drew her tongue up from between Stephanie's lips and pushed it against her button before crawling back up her body and kissing her hard. Stephanie tasted herself on Naina's tongue and pulled her closer, kissing her deeper, savouring the flavour.

Naina smiled into the kiss as she supported her weight on her arms and propped her knee up between Stephanie's parted legs. Stephanie's hands grasped either side of Naina's face gently, as she hovered above her. Stephanie smiled, her expression relaxed, she winked seductively and Naina poked her tongue out playfully, in response. Stephanie pulled Naina's face down again and butterfly kissed her lips and chin whilst Naina lowered her body onto hers.



For You, With Love



In a darkened room, softly lit with flickering candles, you are lying on the bed undressed as I've directed. I have a surprise for you. Hoping the wait heightens your curiosity and anticipation, I have left you alone with your thoughts.

A door off to the side opens, and you see a woman. She is medium tall, with long red curly hair falling almost to her breasts. Her eyes are a deep green and you can see shyness and uncertainty in them in the short moment she makes eye contact with you before looking timidly away.

She is holding a silky cream-colored piece of fabric up to her body, crossed arms securing it at breast level, hiding herself from you, but the fabric cannot hide the curve of her hips. Her skin is pale, flawless, like cream. Although she is the picture of demure innocence, everything about her speaks of sex. 

Then you notice that I'm behind her. I'm wearing a very sheer white gown, so sheer you can see every curve and the darkness of my hard nipples. My hands are on her waist, coaxing her into the room. She is hesitant, but I am able to maneuver her to the bed, where she stands before you within your reach.

You look at me, and I can see desire in your eyes, but also a question. I reach for your hand and place it on the outside of her thigh, letting you know it's okay to touch. As you slide your hand along her soft skin, up her thigh, across her rounded hip to the indention of her waist, and then down the back to cup her buttock, I reach around from behind her and gently tug at the fabric she is using to cover herself. She is the perfect height for my breasts to rest in the small of her back as I pull the fabric from her grasp, leaving her fully exposed before you.

She is the embodiment of curves, full-breasted with large but pale nipples. The patch of hair below is a red triangle, seemingly pointing to the treasure hidden by her tightly-closed legs. Instinctively, she covers her breasts with her hands, but I reach around from behind, sliding my hands from her elbows to her wrists, then gently pull her arms down to her sides. She is embarrassed, and yet I know that underneath her embarrassment is a smoldering sexuality waiting to be unleashed.

Still from behind, I place my hands on her stomach and caress upwards until I am holding a breast in each hand. They are warm and firm. As I knead them gently, her head falls back and a soft, barely audible sigh escapes her lips. This is a touch she has feared, yet craved. Sliding my hands back down to her stomach, I peer around her to see you.

You are still lying on your back, watching with hunger, stroking yourself. Your eyes are on the Y that cradles her womanhood, and I know that you long to see it. I slide my hand down the back of her right thigh, indicating that she should bend her leg at the knee and place her dainty foot on the edge of the bed.

Now, like a blossoming flower, she is open to you. You can see the soft, pink lips, slightly moist. She is shaven here, delicate, feminine. You reach out a hand to touch, but this time, I shake my head no. Again, there is a question in your eyes, but you abide by my wishes, even though you ache to touch her.

I move to her left side and kneel, stroking the thick patch of hair that leads to the part of her that I know is now pounding and throbbing. With my left hand I rub her clit, then put a finger on each side and pull up, so that you can see how swollen she is.

With my right hand, I reach from behind, and slide a finger into her silky cunt. God, she is wet. I withdraw my finger and spread her juices on her clit and lips, then thrust my finger in again. This time I rub my juice-covered finger around the lips of my mouth and suck the sex from my finger.

You are so intent on watching and so hungry with raw desire to touch and fuck, that you don't notice the other woman who slips into the room from another door until you feel the weight of her body as she sits on the foot of the bed. She is darker, with long coffee-colored hair and eyes so brown they are almost black.

Like me, she is wearing a short, white, see-through gown. She turns to lie on the bed between your legs, stomach down, and slides her hands under your ass. She looks deeply into your eyes, her gaze unwavering as she extends her glistening wet tongue and licks you slowly from your balls to the head of your cock. A shiver runs through you, for this is the first touch you've received other than that of my hand placing yours on the redhead's thigh.

With her hands still pinned under you, she takes the head in, surrounding you with the hot wetness of her mouth and the enticing flicker of her tongue as she draws you deeper, eyes still locked with yours. There is raw hunger in her eyes. She needs you to fill her mouth with your cock. She strokes you with her hot tongue and lips, fucking you with her mouth. You look at me to find me licking the redhead. My tongue traces the outline of her pussy, then slips between her lips and glides up to her clit. I flick my tongue across her clit and suck on it gently. Then flick, flick again . . . fast on her clit before sliding lower and plunging my tongue into her hole. She moans. Her clit is engorged with desire and she is dripping wet, a combination of my saliva and her pussy juice.

I can tell you want her, that you want to taste her, too, so I tease you a bit by rising up and kissing you. You can taste her on my mouth, but it is, after all, only a taste. You want her pussy.

Leaning back, I guide her into place. She straddles you and lowers her swollen pussy down to your mouth. Inhaling deeply, you take in her musky scent. It is intoxicating. You lick her as she holds the headboard. She moans in pleasure and rocks her hips. Your hands squeeze her ass as you fuck her with your tongue, and she rides your face. I step back a moment to enjoy the sight of you in pure hedonistic heaven. You are immersed in sex. The sensations, the sight, the smell of it. But I want to give you even more. Joining the dark-haired girl between your legs, I lick your balls as she sucks you.

You gasp sharply in pleasure, as it was an unexpected touch. With a face full of pussy, you didn't see it coming. Sucking your balls gently into my mouth, I press a finger just under them and rub, massaging the area between your scrotum and your ass. You seem to be straining for more, so I let my tongue wander down and lick even lower. Is this what you want, I wonder?

My fingers still massage, the dark haired lovely still strokes you with her hot mouth, the redhead still rides your face, but my tongue finds a sweet spot. The tip traces the outline of your ass, and then pushes hard as if to enter you. You cry out in pleasure. We are devouring you. Your frenzied excitement makes you lick the redhead even faster, harder. She is whimpering in higher pitched tones. I can tell she is about to come, but I can't see it because my face is buried between your legs. 

Finally, she screams out, and I know you have taken her over the edge. Her cry subsides to quiet grunts, and I imagine how wet her pussy must be. You have left her weak and exhausted. She collapses on the bed beside you.

Now, for the first time, you can look down and see the two of us between your legs. The sight itself is almost erotic enough to make you come, but it's not time yet. I stop tonguing your ass and position myself over you, sliding myself down. Your cock is wet with saliva, I'm wet with desire, but it takes two strong pushes for me to settle myself all the way on you. Oh, how you fill me up.

The dark haired girl has taken up where I left off, licking your balls and your ass while I slide up and down on your rock hard cock. My usually full breasts are even fuller, swollen with desire, nipples dark and hard. I balance myself with one hand and squeeze a breast with the other. You reach for me and squeeze the other breast hard. I cry out in a combination of excitement and pleasurable pain. Our redhead is rested and curious. She leaves the bed and gets up behind the dark haired lovely, licking her pussy from behind. You can feel the dark haired girl moan. It vibrates through your genitals. The redhead quickly works her into a frenzy.

My pussy is enveloping you, gripping you, and the dark haired girl is fucking your ass with her tongue, while the redhead is fucking her cunt. I can feel your cock getting harder. You are ready to come.

The tension is building up in me. I am suspended on a summit of pleasure for just a moment before tumbling over the edge into waves of ecstasy. The paroxysms of contractions as my pussy grips your cock send you over the edge, too. All three of us let out loud grunts, and I feel your hot come shoot deep inside me, wave after wave.

Our orgasms seem to last forever, but finally I collapse on the bed beside you, the two women at the foot of the bed. All four us are exhausted, satisfied. I kiss you gently on the shoulder as we drift off to sleep.



For You...with You



I sit in the airport all by myself...waiting and checking 100 times the hour when the plane I've been waiting for years will land. They are finally announcing it and my heart starts beating fast...I look around me and I see people excited, each one of them awaiting happiness...to land.

After 2 minutes I see you...I start smiling and I can't stop...in a second we are face to face. I can't believe you are standing in front of me, smiling and looking into my eyes. You hug me...a long hug which we both waited and which sometimes we thought it will never happen. You hug me and I feel like HOME. 

We keep smiling at each other as we go to your hotel. You decide you aren't hungry and that you wanna take a long walk around the city. We walk for hours talking as we've been friends forever, we laugh and we feel free. It's getting more cold as the night falls in so we are going back to your hotel room... trying to decide if to go to dinner...but suddenly we are losing our words...We just stare at each other listening the noise of the big city and still unable to believe we are face to face at last. 

We smile and you pull me closer slowly...running your fingers over my face and through my hair...kissing my hair...then my forehead...my eyes...and my lips. Such a soft touch and a kiss like I never felt before in my life...and I feel so warm inside. You start undressing me and showering me with kisses and caresses but you are still holding me in your arms. You lay me on the bed and start kissing every inch of my skin. Your clothes are still on. I feel your lips and your fingers running all over my body...your mouth kissing my body...down my belly...my thighs ...spreading my legs gently and kissing me gently. I feel your hot tongue parting my lips and circling around my clit slow...your hands are caressing my breasts, my belly and cupping my butt. You continue to tickle me with the tip of your tongue alternating it with wrapping your mouth around my clit and sucking me hard. I soon become very wet and juices start invading your mouth. You purr with pleasure receiving your long waited reward. I'm running my hands through your hair, playing with it while you make me moan louder and gasp...I'm moving my hips faster in the rhythm of your tongue. I pull your head closer with my hands...moving faster and faster...feeling your tongue going in and out of me and sucking on my clit. I grab your hair...and I cum hard and long in your mouth...

You look up at me giggling and lay over me taking my tongue in your mouth sucking it and making me taste myself...I lick and nibble your lips, still trying to catch my breath... 

I start undressing between kisses...I start kissing your neck and chest...trying to give you back the same huge pleasure you gave me. I get rid of all your clothes and start running my hands over your body...kissing my way down. I take your shaft in my hands gently stroking it and running the tip of my tongue softly over its head. Your moans confirm me I'm on the good path. I lick it up and down...and all the way around...and tease it with my hands. I circle my tongue around its tip then put my mouth around it sucking gently...easily I'm taking your full length in my mouth sucking harder...tasting your each drop...

At some point you stop me and come sit behind me on your knees...taking me in your arms, kissing my neck and my back...giving me shivers...I feel the cold air blowing on my back, cooling off my hot skin...and your warm hands caressing my breasts. You keep kissing my neck and my ear and you slide in me gently. I moan and take you in me inch by inch. You penetrate me slowly as you still play with my nipples and my clit. You whisper in my ear how good it feels inside me without having any idea the way it makes me feel inside...

Soon the full length of your cock is inside me, massaging my insides deep as you hold me tight in your arms. You turn my head for a long kiss and to see the desire in my eyes. You stop only to lay me down and cover my body with yours...sliding inside of me even deeper. I wrap myself around you...we are making love for hours...long passionate hours...

You kiss me deep and look into my eyes...and everything else fades away. I feel you deep in me...making me feel...whole...I close my eyes and become yours. I'm kissing your ear and your neck...You embrace me so tight...I feel you so hard in my tight insides...so deep... We let ourselves wrapped in the absolute pleasure...we moan...we gasp...we call each other's name ...and you cum inside me long and hot...

After a few minutes you are still in me...we both try to catch our breaths...and come back on...Earth...

You take me in your arms and kiss me sweet and soft...over and over again...We cuddle, we kiss and we caress each other. And the sun is rising again fast and vivid.



For Your Cock



For background information, the woman in this story is sending her chat room 'lover' a long awaited e-mail describing her masturbating (one of his favorite scenarios to get off on while talking to her online). 

This is my first submission, so please enjoy! 

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For you and your cock ;)

Waking up horny represents a major decision making time; masturbate now or later? I need to get up and go about my day, I have to be somewhere in two hours, I look like hell, and I need to get gas....screw it. I need to get off unless I want to be distracted with an aching pussy and damp panties all day.

Sitting up in bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes, I look down through blurry eyes and I notice, once again, that the buttons on my pajama top have failed me by coming undone. The flaps of my shirt, resting against the curve of my side, are no longer restraining my breasts. But this doesn't bother me, because seeing how tight and hard my nipples have become from the cool air coming in from the window makes me even more excited. 

Lying back down against the pillows, I begin to play with my tits. Grasping one in each hand I begin to squeeze and cup them, massaging the tender flesh. They're so soft and smooth and I just love it when they're licked sucked. As I continue to fondle them, I creep toward my areola, medium sized and pink, to pay some attention to my hard protruding nipples. I begin to pinch and pull at them, twisting them in between my thumb and index finger. Leaning my head back I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling, loving how moist my pussy's getting.

No longer wanting to resist the urges of my mouth, I bring my left breast up to my lips...flicking my tongue outward to tease myself. Doing this causes goose bumps to erupt all over my body as the hotness of my mouth comes in contact with the coolness of my skin. Eagerly I take my entire nipple into my mouth, sucking and pulling at it with my teeth while continuing to massage my other breast in my hand. Getting harder and faster in my actions I begin to moan...I love it when my tits are played with. Long after I've switched to the other breast, I push them both together, forcing my nipples close, and begin to lap at them both at the same time. Covering them with my saliva and watching how they're getting harder and longer. 

Finally satisfied with the attention I gave my chest, I turn my sights on what's happening in my tight little panties. Oh? What's that? I see a wet spot growing on the material. Mmmm....Oh god how I want to play with my pussy. It wants me to. Catching the material of my crotch with my index finger, I drag it to the side. Now exposed, my pussy lips are bright pink and puffy, dripping with my wetness...it's so thick and creamy. I'm even more turned on just seeing how ready my greedy cunt is to have a cock shoved up inside it. But, regretfully, my fingers will have to do. Not that we can't have fun with those. ;)

Enjoying the beautiful sight my pussy presented, I couldn't help but reach down and scoop up some of what it was offering me. Covering my index finger, its creaminess gleams and reflects the light...enticing me to taste it. Putting it in my mouth, I begin to slide it in and out, forcing the entire length of my finger inside while running my tongue up and down it's length only to swirl it around the tip as I bring it out again. 

Not wanting to neglect my impatient pussy, I bring my other hand down to meet it. Taking one long slender finger I gently stroke my lips from the bottom of my tight hole all the way up to my engorged clit. Shivering from the delightful feeling, I slide my finger up and down several more times as my mouth continues to suck and clean off my finger. Finally not being able to resist anymore, I plunge my index finger inside. Wriggling and squirming it inside my pussy as I groan... I'm so wet and tight. Slowly pumping my pussy, I feel it contract around and pull at my finger. It needs to be filled. 

Inserting another finger, I begin to get rougher. Forcefully shoving my fingers in all the way and bringing them back out, watching the wetness drip off of them as I do; I begin to trace small light circles around my throbbing clit. Finally done with the finger in my mouth, I put my hand down only to clutch at the sheets underneath me, the tension in my muscles building up as I continue to gush out against my fingers as I am enthusiastically ramming into me.

Done with being gentle I throw the covers off of me, exposing my long legs and dripping pussy to the cold air. Opening up my legs even more, trying to get deeper and deeper, I squirm and moan as I feel myself headed towards one beautiful climax. After adding a third finger, I realize that I crave more. I want to be stretched beyond what my willing fingers can do for me. 

Reaching towards my night stand, I pick up my brush. Noticing its long thick handle, I feel like it would be a good, if not as wonderful, substitute for a long meaty cock. Taking the head of the brush with both hands I bring it in between my legs with the handle pointing enticingly towards my cunt. Pushing to tease myself even more, promising it'll be worth it, I take the tip of the handle and brush it up against my clit. Gasping at the contact, I continue to prod and circle it. 

"Oh God...that feels so fucking good."

Needed a bit more lubricant, I dip the brush into the entrance of my sopping wet hole, moaning as I feel how far it'll stretch me. Finally covered and ready, I continue to play with my clit; rubbing it as I watch my pussy grow even more wet. 

Feeling my climax approach, I stop. I don't want to waste a perfectly good orgasm on just my clit, now do I? Finally pointing the brush handle at the entrance to my pussy, I slowly push it in. I let out one long "fuck" as it slowly fills and stretches me. This is what I've needed and been craving this entire time. Scrunching my eyes shut I shudder and contract around the handle; having it just sit and fill me without even moving felt divine.

Finally ready to go further, I grip the brush head and begin to pull out; the great suction and tightness of my cunt not wanting to let it go. When it's completely withdrawn, I groan seeing how completely covered the handle is. Inserting it back in, I do a few more gentle slow strokes trying to get my pussy to stretch some before I get into the real fucking.

When I feel that my pussy is ready to go, I quickly pick up speed and roughness. Thrusting the brush head deep inside me, making me squeal, I just as speedily bring it back out only to force it up again. Pumping my pussy, faster and faster, I close my eyes and imagine me being fucked by a huge cock; one that I've heard so much about and have been craving constantly. ;) 

Licking my lips at the image, I sneak a peek downward marveling at how stretched I am around the brush handle and how willingly my pussy lets it in despite that. I'm going faster than ever now, building up my orgasm as the brush continues to go deep inside me while brushing my g-spot. 

"Oh fuck me please. Fuck me hard. I want it, I NEED it."

Wanting to fully release at last, I bring one lone finger to my throbbing clit. All I needed to do was to just lay the tip of my finger on it to bring me to a shattering orgasm.

"FUUUUUUCK"

Touching my clit completely threw me over the edge. Squirming and rolling around on my bed with my brush between my thighs, I moan and squeal out my pleasure. I stop touching myself because I'm so sensitive...any further stimulation might make me scream. 

Lying awkwardly on my bed, I breathe heavily for a few minutes, my body so worked up in my little pleasure session. Sweat collecting in little beads up and down my body, making me gleam. 

Finally feeling somewhat normal, I shakily lean back up on my elbows. Bending down I watch, as I pull the brush out of the tight grip of my pussy, juicy thick creamy cum spill out all over. The image makes me shudder. Mmmmm... :)

Sprawled out naked upon my desolate bed, I let out a long sigh. That was a VERY good orgasm. As I lap at the cum on my brush handle, taking in my own sweetness, I gently stroke my breasts and thighs (being careful to avoid my still sensitive cunt) in as loving a caress as one can give oneself. 

Perfectly content to lie in bed all day, napping and masturbating, I decide to do just that, cancelling any previous plans. 

Now knowing that I have the full day to bring myself in and out of paradise all within the comfort of my own bed, I quickly fall back asleep. Only to return to the hot dreams that got me excited in the first place. *sigh* It's going to be a long day. ;) 

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Hope you're happy now! : P 



For Your Dining Pleasure



*** This has been something I've been working on for a while. I enjoy drawing only for fun. I did the drawings alternately as I wrote the story and I found one activity inspired the other. As always, views are great, votes are interesting, but comments, criticisms and suggestions are golden.***

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2:11 a.m.

The obnoxious electronic ring of the phone went on for about 10 seconds before it dragged Teaghan away from her deep slumber. As it rang for another 10 seconds, she groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it would stop or, better yet, the battery would just die in the stupid thing. But of course, she knew it wouldn't stop. She thumped her head back against her pillow and cursed under breath. Grudgingly, she rolled over onto her side, her long brunette hair falling across her face, and slapped her hand around on the nightstand, fumbling for her cell phone in the dark.

"What the hell do you want, now?!" was what she wanted to say as she raised the receiver to her ear. Instead, she cleared her throat, took a deep breath and said, "Yes? Is there something that you want?" 

"Oh, I think you know what I want," a low, slithery voice spoke on the other end.

Teaghan rolled onto her back, her head sinking back into the soft down pillow. "Isn't it a little late for this?" she said wearily. It was more of a plea than an actual question.

"It's never too late for this and you know it," the breathy voice replied, "I really want this now. You have to do this for me now."

She rolled her eyes. She sighed, "Andres, I'm in no mood to play games with you. Can't you just leave me alone tonight? Please? I'm exhausted."

"I want it hot and I want it sticky and I want it fresh," the voice of Andre went on ignoring her. "And you know you're the only one who knows how to do it right. The only one who can give it to me. The only one who can...satisfy me."

Teaghan paused and rubbed her forehead. She slapped her hand down beside her on the bed sheets and said tersely, "Alright. Enough. I'm getting up."

"So you're going to do it?" Andres said. She could feel his stupid grin through the phone.

"Yes," she sighed. Of course she was going to do it. The dumb jerk knew she had no choice. 

She sat up in bed. Yawning she asked, "You want it the usual way?" 

"You know it!" he piped in. "But make it a sour dough bun instead of onion. And I want some of your sweet potato strings too."



She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the click of his phone. Holding up the cell phone, the words "Call Dismissed" glowing back at her, she stuck her tongue out at it. Flipping it on the bed, she threw her covers off, stood up and stumbled in the darkness across the floor of the guest house. She pulled her halter-top down past her belly. Her body was hating her for this right now. 

As she picked up her track pants from a chair by the window she muttered, "Why can't you get your own goddamn pulled pork sandwich?"

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Teaghan had the 2nd best job she could ever have. The first would be for her to own and run the kitchen of a bistro restaurant. Until she could afford to do so though, working as a personal chef to an elderly couple on their private vineyard estate in California and making a crapload of money for it would just have to do for now. 

She had been working for the Nikolaous for the last 5 months. They were a funny, boisterous couple. Maybe it was because they hadn't felt the weight of financial struggle for the better part of their lives now. Maybe it was that bold and passionate Greek blood that flowed through them. Whatever it was, they were still very spry and alert for a couple who were both pushing 70. 

It was her job as a chef and nutritionist to make sure that they stayed that way as long as possible. Fortunately for them, Teaghan was an excellent cook if she did say so herself. She had years of training packed into her ripe old body of 27 years. She was still riding along the plateau of enthusiasm for her art and would continue to do so for a good long time. 

The Nikolaous' loved her exuberance for cooking and her spirited nature in general. And they were the perfect clients, undemanding and extremely appreciative of her culinary skills. They often enthused that she was like the daughter they never had, albeit with several notably defined East Asian features and a light hint of a British accent. 

So when the Nikolaous asked her to be their 24 hours on call cook for the summer, she was already close to agreeing. A proposed increase in salary had her mouth open to say "yes". But even before she could, once they offered her residence in their guest house at the back of the rolling, large, and manicured garden rent free, she immediately went to her apartment to pack her bags later that night. 

How difficult could a 24 hour on call chef's job be with this couple, she thought, except maybe a request for some toast and tea at 10 o'clock at night?

"Our grandson, Andres, will be staying with us for a month. He'll be flying in from New York the day after tomorrow," Mr.Nikolaou informed Teaghan soon after she moved in.

She nodded thoughtfully and said, "That'll be fine, Mr.Nikolaou. Do you know if he'll be requiring ay specific dietary needs? Is he a young person?

The elderly man smiled and waved his hand, "Oh no, no! He's just finished his 3rd year at Stanford. Andres will love your food, Ms.Chef! He won't be a problem at all! But perhaps you could make an extra special meal for supper on his first night here?"

Teaghan smiled and nodded again, "My pleasure."

Two nights later, she did the full court press. Not only did she provide as a main course a succulent braised herbed-lamb with brandy flambéed apricots and mint dressing mesculin salad , but she agreed to "present" the courses for the evening in her full chef's regalia: hat, formal tunic, white shoes, the whole bit.

Standing uneasily as she tried to adjust her stiff uniform with little shifts of her body, she watched as Mr. & Mrs. Nikolaou savoured the meal.

"The things you do with lamb," Mrs.Nikolaou spoke after swallowing, "You must have Greek blood in you, my dear!"

Teaghan managed a polite smile. Clearing her throat softly, she asked, "Um, how late did you say Andres might be arriving?" Her eyes were focused on the empty place setting.

Mr.Nikolaou chewed for a bit then said, "Oh, well, his plane arrived hours ago. He said he wanted to stop in with some friends first. But don't worry. He'll be here. Mmm, you have really outdone yourself, Ms.Chef!"

Again she smiled, hiding the slight anxiety in her eyes.

Later that night -much later- Teaghan awoke in bed to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She opened one eye, taking a second to focus on the clock. 3:19 a.m. It didn't stop ringing. With a groggy groan, she picked it up and answered. 

"Yes?" she croaked.

"Hey, are you the cook?" a snappy voice replied on the other end.

"Huh? Who is this?"

"Andres. I heard you made some really sweet lamb," he said, his voice way too smooth and easy for her taste right then. "Can you slice it up and throw it on a pizza? With olives?"

"Huh? Pizza?" she replied, struggling to clear her 'sleep-throat'.

"Great. I'm in third bedroom at the right of the stairs. Opposite wing of my grandparents. Right at the end," he didn't stop talking, "Say -what- maybe 25 or 30 minutes is good for you?"

"25 minutes? Wha-?" 

"25 minutes, then. Thanks, sweets." Click.

"Huh?" Teaghan's head was stuck in a dreamy loop. "Hello?"

She figured she still must have been dreaming when she found herself at 3:30 a.m. in her robe and a pair of track-pants, shuffling across the expanse of the back garden and into the house. Wearing her glasses, she tied her hair into a neat bun as she walked, something she always did before she cooked. Somehow she found the kitchen and it was only her deftly honed skills as a chef that she was able to pull something together.

She plodded up the stairs holding a tray full of pita-pizza with lamb and olives. Walking through the dark hallways she came to the last door on the east wing of the house and tapped it twice her knuckles.

The door opened, bright light and heavy dance music spilling over her. She winced and squinted. "Andres?" she asked.

In front of her, filling the doorway, was a tall young man wearing a black golf shirt and grey dress slacks. His smile was wide, his blue eyes, rimmed with thick eyebrows, were bright, and his dark blonde, curly hair had just the right amount of wave in it. He was way too fresh at this point of the night. He held up his finger to her and finished the conversation he was having on his cell phone.

"Yeah. Right. Gotta go," he said with a wink, "Delivery girl is here with the pizza. Yeah, bye!"

Teaghan, in her current state, was duly unimpressed. 

Pocketing his cell phone, he leaned up against the side of the doorway and raised his eyebrows. He sighed, "It took longer than 30 minutes. Does that mean it's free?"

The woman simmered for a long moment, a trace of steam actually appearing on her glasses, then shoved the tray firmly into his chest. "Your pizza," she grumbled.

Barely managing to keep the tray from spilling onto him, Andres smiled crookedly and chuckled, "Hey! Hey! Just kidding, chef. Why so much mean on such a pretty face?"

"Why so...?" the words got stuck in her mouth. She propped up her glasses with her finger then put her hands on her hips. "It's 4 a.m., Andres. I am dead to the world at 4 a.m. as the world is dead to me. The next time you want a pizza at 4 a.m. call Dominoes!"

The man tilted his head, "Do you have a bit of a British accent?"

Teaghan's mouth dropped, a bad habit she couldn't break. She was dreaming. She was sure of it. Her mouth still open, she turned with a roll of her eyes. She began to stomp away when he called to her, "It's Meaghan, right? Or Regan? Or-"

She spun around. "It's Teaghan! Tea-ghan," she said.

"More like 'Tigger' if you ask me," he mocked.

"Good night, Andres," she droned, "Or should I say good morning?"

" G'night," he said as he turned away from the door, "Tigger."

A couple of hours later, after she really had to get up, Teaghan was slumped on the vanity in her bathroom, wearily looking into the mirror through the hair that had fallen across her face. She was still wondering if it had been a dream.

Yet there he was, Andres, sliding into the sun room where Mr.& Mrs.Nikolaou were being served breakfast that had been prepared by her. He looked the same way he did 4 hours earlier, relaxed and fresh. Even in the brighter sunlight and with her eyes more alert and focused, his handsome features did nothing for her. 

"This is Teaghan Luang, dear. Our chef," his grandmother said.

"A pleasure to meet you," he said with a polite smile. He offered no hint of their introductions over a late night food delivery.

Teaghan simply nodded then looked out the window.

"Prepare to have your taste buds to be delighted by her skills, Andres," Mr.Nikolaou said.

Andres chewed on a piece of crusty bread and flashed a wry smile. He said, "I'm sure they will be, Poppa."

Teaghan blinked as she turned her head and shot him a very cold stare.

Over the next 10 days, the young man tested the depth of her admittedly shallow patience. First of all, as it turned out, he had very different tastes in food than his grandparent. Andres liked red meat, lots of it, and all those other wonderful culinary treats people would find in a shopping mall food court. Teaghan now had to prepare two different menus for each meal, one for Andres and one for his grandparents. And damned if her sensibilities as a chef would allow her to serve simple burgers and fries. It had to be Kobe beef and oyster mushroom patties on a fresh-baked corn bread bun and spicy tempura sweet potato strings on the side. 

Then Andres would never eat at the same time as his grandparents. In fact he never had any meal at the same time from day-to-day. Probably because he was out with his friends all day. The most annoying aspect of this problem being his after midnight -way after midnight- 'snacks'. The only saving grace of having to bring him something to eat after 2 a.m. each morning was that he never fulfilled her dread of knocking on his door and possibly walking in on him in bed with a woman. He was always by himself at that point in the night. Each time he would invite her to join him in his bedroom, each time she'd decline as politely as she could.

She tried her best not to snap at him, though it never really bothered him when she did. She reminded herself that her payment was enough, barely, to put up with the wise-ass. Mostly, she was trying to avoid him calling her that "Tigger" nickname he was quickly growing fond of. 

10 days had passed like that. Surely a professional like herself could put up with him for another 20 or so days. Maybe not.

Teaghan forked the tender strings of pork dripping in her fresh-made zesty barbecue sauce onto the oversized sourdough bun. The sweet potato strings sat in a bowl lined with parchment paper dusted with a chilli powder blend. 

As she put down the bowl with the pork she brought her thumb up to her lips to lick some of the sauce that had dripped onto it.

"Whoops," she said with a slight, wicked smile as she instead wiped her thumb off with a towel.

3 minutes later she was at his door, handing him the platter.

"Thanks, chef," he said with a smile. He motioned with his head back towards his room, "You want to come in for a bit?"

"Not unless you have a bowlful of pomegranates," she replied.

"10 minutes," he cajoled, "I'll be good."

Teaghan shook her head, "It's just a bit late, Andres. I'd like to get back to bed."

"Come on, Teaghan. Just to talk. I've hardly gotten to know you since I've been here," he said.

He wanted to get to know her at 3 a.m. in the morning? Whose fault was it that he was hardly ever around the house during the normal hours of the day? "If you'd like to talk," she replied, "Breakfast is at 8, lunch at 12:30, and dinner at 6."

Then she pivoted and walked away.

"Sorry to get you up, Tigger," he said from behind.

"Enjoy your barbecue sauce, jerk," she said softly, grinning to herself. Andres may have woken her up at 2:00 in the morning, but he was the one who was going to stay up all night. 

**************** There were several fringe benefits of working for the Nikolaous. First Teaghan's guest 'cottage' was beautiful. It was a wide-open one room concept, with a full size kitchen, skylight windows, a luxurious bed and bathroom, and a drop down living area with a fire place and big screen television. As you exited and walked towards the house, you passed along the cottage's wood deck and then wound your way across the perfectly groomed garden and lawn. And even before you got to the house, you'd come up to the huge marble garden patio at the back of the house. Along with various statues and a 10 foot wide fountain, Teaghan's favourite addition would be the pool.

Whenever she had free time, Teaghan would go for a swim or lay on one of the lounge chairs and read or listen to music. She usually stayed under a patio umbrella to cover her light skin. Today, she decided to give her body a little bit of sun and it felt great. With her sunglasses on, she lay on her back in her blue two piece swimsuit, and just listened to the soft breeze push the water along the pool. It was like a private spa.

Well, usually it was private.

Over the rim of the book, she noticed Andres walking down the steps from the house towards the pool. She hadn't seen him at breakfast or at lunch. She grinned. Well, his absence wasn't surprising if he actually ate that sandwich last night.

He was wearing his swim trunks and a cabana shirt, a towel wrapped around the back of his neck. His dark blonde hair glistened with highlights under the sun. He strolled casually around the pool to the side where Teaghan was lounging, his ever present coy grin on his face. Undercover of her dark glasses, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

And it had been such a beautiful afternoon so far.

Bracing herself for some verbal sparring, her body tensed slightly in the lounger. Unexpectedly though, Andres, still walking slowly towards her, took off his shirt and tossed it aside on a lounge chair a few feet away along with his towel in one smooth motion. Without stopping or saying anything, he took a few steps towards the pool just in front of her and then dived in.

Teaghan flinched expecting a backsplash, but his body arched perfectly and simply slipped into the water like a javelin. Lowering her book further, she watched him swim back and forth across the length of the pool gliding like a dolphin. She wished she could swim that gracefully. 

After a few minutes, Andres pulled himself up from the pool at the same spot where he had dived in. His wet hair had gone dark. The woman in the lounger lifted the book slightly but she still continued to watch him, hoping her sunglasses hid her inspection of him. She told herself she was just keeping a wary eye on him, making sure he didn't do something stupid like splash water on her. As he picked up his towel and padded himself down, though, she couldn't help but note that he had, as she expected, a really nice physique. Andres had a swimmer's body with lithe, long muscles, lean without much bulk and the accentuated V-shape upper torso. This fine shape was wrapped in a rich olive, tanned skin. 

On his back, just below his neck, was a large tattoo: a muscular figure riding a chariot across the bright sun. She knew her Greek mythology. It was Apollo. Of course it would be. 

She kept the book up, hiding the view just below his waistline.

Andres sat down on the edge of the chair beside her, facing towards her. Teaghan refocused on the words in her book.

"Thanks for the sandwich last night," he finally broke their silence.

"Glad you enjoyed it," she replied staring at the pages of the book.

"It really hit the spot," he continued.

Deep down in her gut, she chuckled. She couldn't help herself and said, "Actually, I'm a bit surprised to see you come for a swim today. Sometimes those sandwiches can turn on you, you know?"

Andres smiled and looked down at his hands, "Well that's certainly true. But you can't beat a good flushing out of the system to get you re-energized!"

God, was there anything that could kill this guy's chirpy mood?

Teaghan pursed her lip and continued to read her book.

"Do you have any sun block on your shoulders or back?" he suddenly asked.

She put her book on her lap and replied, "What?"

He nodded towards her. "Well, your shoulders are starting to get a little red. You've got pretty fair skin. Should protect it."

Turning her head to the side and pulling her eyes downward, she could barely see the red glow on the back of her shoulder.

"Here," he picked up the sun block lotion from the side table, "Turn around."

She eyed him over the rim of her glasses. "Yeah, like I'm going to turn my back on you," she said.

"I'm not going to whack you over the head...though I probably should. Come on, sit up."

Still tentative, she set aside her book and pulled herself from the lounger. Andres gave her the "twirling finger" signal and finally she turned around in her seat. She may want to flip over at some point anyway, she thought.

Squeezing the lotions into his palms he looked at her back and said, "Um, your hair?"

Teaghan reached behind her head, twisted up her long locks, and held them over her neck.




For Your Dining Pleasure



"What about your straps?"

"I'm not touching those," she said tersely, "And you're not going to either, okay?"

Andres shrugged and smiled. As he rubbed the lotion in his palms, he admired her smooth back. Sitting up like this, he could see that the slope of the small of her back had a particularly pronounced curvature leading to a lovely backside. The chef looked quite appetizing out of her cooking garb. Just as his hands were an inch away from her shoulders, Teaghan cocked her head around and eyed him. "Just smooth it on, alright? Don't try to pull any deep massage crap," she warned him.

Andres raised his hands up innocently. "What am I gonna do?" he shrugged.

She raised her brow towards him, clearly serious.

He shook his head and chuckled. For someone who had secretly slipped him a laxative the night before, she certainly was lippy towards him. He enjoyed her feistiness. 

Finally able to gently place his hands onto her skin, he moved the cool, creamy lotion around, warming it with his palms His hands were surprisingly soft, she thought as she felt them slide around her back. With the sweet aroma of the lotion floating in the air, she relaxed and closed her eyes.

"So what's your story?" she heard him ask from behind.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Your background is obviously a mix. Oriental features, brunette hair, fair skinned, British accent...your name? Teaghan Luang?"

He could feel her body shift slightly. This had probably come up before. Teaghan had the crescent shaped eyes of an Asian, accentuated by high cheek bones, but they lacked the smooth eyelid and were a bit wider and a brighter shade of brown. Her hair, long and slightly wavy, also was more a natural chestnut brunette rather than black. Her skin was fair, a milky honey-beige. She was tall, about five foot seven or eight. And she did have a hint of a lilting accent when she spoke.

For a moment, Teaghan didn't say anything then she took a deep breath and said, "My father is Thai, my mother Welsh. He met her when he lived in England while working. I was born in London, moved to Canada when I was 12. Out of high school, I took 4 years of culinary classes in California and Paris then apprenticed in Florence for two years and was a sous chef in London for another. A former teacher in California recommended me to your grandparents, so I'm back here."

Her voice was monotone, very matter-of-fact.

She added, "I'm very serious about what I do."

Andres lowered his hands and leaned back. "That's fine," he said, "I'm not asking for your resume. You already have the job!"

Teaghan glanced back at him.

"I'm done," he said slapping his hands, "You're covered. That'll be 10 bucks."

She lowered her hair and moved to pick up her book. 

"Hey, come on, Tigger," he chided, "Why are you always so grumpy? Lighten up and have some fun!"

"I'm not here to have fun," she said, "I'm here to WORK."

He nodded and opened his mouth but she went on.

"I'm said that I'm very serious about what I do and I don't think you understand that." Andres raised his hands, pumping them slowly towards her. "Okay! Okay!" he said, "Back down a bit. You're a good cook. I get it."

"I'm a CHEF," she said sniped. Now Andres was starting to get a little annoyed.

Before the poolside could erupt with the sounds of a full blown argument, however. Mr. & Mrs.Nikolaou strolled around a corner and waved at them. Andres and Teaghan glanced at each other acknowledging a silent truce.

"Been out for a stroll, Poppa?" Andres asked, his body relaxing.

"Just out checking on your Yaya's perennials in the garden," he said.

The couple sat with them by the pool and told them of their plans to go to San Francisco for the weekend. They invited Andres along.

"No, it's okay. I think I'll just take it easy around here," he said. He was looking at Teaghan when he added, "But while you're away, would it be okay if I invited a few friends over for a small party?"

His grandparents, of course, thought it was a great idea.

"We'll give you the names of some caterers," he replied, "Do it up however you want."

"Thanks a lot, Poppa," Andre glowed, "Let's do that!"

Teaghan turned her head away and widened her eyes. The excess lavished on this guy was beyond her realm of sanity. Then again, it was probably a good idea that his little shindig was catered. God forbid that the annoying man even suggest-

"And I was hoping Teaghan wouldn't mind making some of her special Kobe beef burgers," Andre chimed in.

The woman winced and blinked. She turned to him, a deep frown over her dark brown eyes. "What the fu-..." she sputtered as she over at Mr. & Mrs Nikolaou sitting beside their prized grandson. He flashed his sparkling teeth. She swallowed hard then said, "Um. Oh I don't think your guests would want just simple burgers for this type of party."

"Teaghan, dear, I'm sure your burgers are wonderful just like all of your fabulous foods," Mrs.Nikolaou enthused, a gentle, encouraging smile on her face. God bless her.

"She's absolutely right. That red sauce of yours was spectacular, Tigger!" Andre said, smirking at her. 

Vindictive bastard.

Flustered, Teaghan stuttered through a twitching grin, "Bu-But, I'm not sure I'd feel so comfortable cooking at the barbecue with all those people around."

"Well, how about you use the one at the guest cottage?" Mr.Nikolaou offered, "It's a full size grill and we can ask that the waiters come and get them whenever you're ready. Of course, we'd compensate you with a little bonus for all the extra work."

"Besides," Andres added, "I wouldn't want the smell of smoke all over my guests anyway."

His blue eyes twinkled as he spoke. Teaghan mentally stabbed them out of his head with a spoon as she stared at him. Her eyes tethered to his, she spoke with a low, steady voice, "You know there's nothing really that complex about these burgers. Mix some fresh spices with meat. It's not that difficult. I'm sure your grandson has had a lot experience handling his own meat."

Andres blinked. The look on her smooth-angled face was like a wicked storm over the horizon.

"Just squeeze it and pull it and knead the meat with your hands," she continued, the words slipping through her clenched teeth, "You can even BEAT IT if you want to."

The young man leaned back in his seat a bit. He wasn't sure if it was the sun on his bare back but he was suddenly feeling really hot.

Mrs.Nikolaou laughed, "Oh no! Andres is terrible in the kitchen! I would never let him near raw meat let alone handle it that way."

Andres snapped out of his funk, choking on a chuckle surging up from his gut. Teaghan's mouth dropped along with her heart as she stared at Mrs.Nikolaou, dumbfounded.

"But you know," the elderly lady said leaning to face her husband, "That's not a bad idea. Maybe Teaghan could give Andres some cooking lessons."

His face was red and he could barely stifle the laughter in his throat as he snickered, "Yeah, that'd be great. You can give me lessons on how to work with my meat."

The grandparents and grandson all laughed now. Despite being in the sun, Teaghan was sure she was growing pale as the seconds passed. What was with these people?

"Ah, but then we'd have to give the young lady even more of a bonus," Mr.Nikolaou said, innocently, "If we pay her too much, she'll have enough to leave us and start that restaurant in no time! And we can't let go of such a lovely and talented young woman so soon!" 

"No we certainly can't have that," Andres concurred with a smug voice. He tapped the stunned young woman on her bare shoulder and said, "We'll need enough for about 70 to 80 people. I'm sure you can handle it. You're here to work, right?"

He stood up and walked away along with his grandparents, around the pool and up the steps to the house leaving the young chef seated on her lounge-chair staring out at nothing. As he reached the top of the stairs, he glanced back at her. She still hadn't moved. He stopped and blinked. That haughty feeling he was enjoying suddenly tempered by unfamiliar compassion for the woman with long brunette hair and almond eyes. Deeper down, he knew there was something else he was feeling.

It hadn't just been the sun that made him so hot moments before. 

***************

"Bastard!" Teaghan spat at her pastry on the coffee table.

Suzanne laughed, "It's just a poor mille-feuille, for God's sake! Don't take your frustrations out on it."

Teaghan held her breath, closed her eyes, then exhaled. She imagined the tension escaping her body. "Sorry! I'm sorry. I don't mean to spend all of my time complaining to you," she said to her friend. Then she tapped her fork on the sweet pastry on her plate, "And I certainly don't mean to take it on YOU, sweet thing."

She had been looking forward to this day off, spending time knocking around town with her friend. Managing to hold her tongue all afternoon as they went boutique shopping, she finally let loose when they had stopped in a little coffee shop. The thought she would have to be making enough burgers to feed 80 in a couple of days was eating at her specifically. Andres was always an annoying thought in her head in general. She stabbed at her pastry and stuffed a hunk of it in her mouth.

"This guy is really getting to you, isn't he?" Suzanne sympathized after her friend had gone on for over 10 minutes explaining what she was going through and associating this guy Andres with every form of rodent from a pygmy mouse to giant capybara. "What exactly is his problem?"

"I don't know!" Teaghan exclaimed, waving her fork around, "He's arrogant! He's spoiled! He's bored! He can't tell hamburger from soy paste! He's-"

Her tirade was interrupted by the ring of her cell phone. Flipping it open, she looked at the screen. Her face immediately turned sour. "What the hell is this?"

Suzanne swallowed her coffee and asked, "What? What?"

Teaghan held up her phone. On the little screen was a picture of Andres, a full-on leering grin on his face. 

Suzanne's mouth gaped. "Holy shit. He's a cutie!"

Teaghan ignored her and firmly pushed the "receive" button. "Why did you touch my phone?" she snapped into the handset.

Suzanne flinched, realizing her friend meant business.

"I MEAN, what is your stupid face doing on my phone?" she repeated. "When did...what? Wait, what? What olives? What do you mean?"

She screwed up her face and looked at Suzanne. Her friend leaned back in her chair.

"You've got a pantry full of olives! You're a fucking GREEK for Christ's sake!" she continued with vehemence, "Yes, I can swear at you now because it's my DAY OFF! No! I'm not going grocery shopping for you! I don't care! Are you listening...hey! Will you...NO...don't hang up! Don't you freaking dare hang up you..."

Suddenly, Teaghan was motionless in her chair, an eerie serenity settling on her face.

"Um...how's the Greek Tycoon?" Suzanne eked.

The irked chef calmly lowered her phone from her ear and closed it. The fine line of her lips was puckered as if she'd been sucking on a lemon. Dropping her phone in her bag, she pushed her chair back and stood up from the table. Her brow twitched sharply upward as she growled, "I have to go find him some fucking olives."

****************** 

Teaghan had been prepping the whole afternoon, hours before the first guest had even arrived. Burgers were easy to make - when you were making a half dozen or so. To make enough for roughly 80 people though, took a bit more time. Guessing what Andres' friends were like, the Kobe beef burgers were likely going to end up being used as clay pigeons before the night was over. She probably could have bought them from McDonald's and no one would know the difference. Except SHE would know the difference, and dammit, her professionalism and pride as a chef would never allow anything less than her best effort.

She'd make the best goddamn Kobe burgers that the world has tasted, so good that Japanese cows would be lining up to give up their flesh for the cause. 

Then she'd pray that Andres choked on them.

She had decided to make extra large patties and set each on an oversized slice of fresh baked egg-bread. After topping each with fresh garnish, fried onion straws and a special garlic and roasted red pepper mayonnaise, she simply cut the giant burgers into quarters. In no time, 25 burgers became 100. Stepping back from her preparation table on the cottage deck, she admired her work. Not bad, though it still took a helluva lot of time.

From the deck, she could hear loud music and conversation coming from the poolside. She checked her watch. Now where the hell were those waiters?

*************

Andres made he was through his guests crowding the pool and garden. He looked the part of the Golden Boy: beaming smile, slick clothes, not a care in the world. His friends were in good spirits, the women were hot and willing, and the booze was flowing freely. Everything was going great when he felt a pointed jab into his back.

Turning around, he looked into the face of someone not having a good time. Her white tunic looked completely out of place amongst the glitzier, richer fashions swirling around them. Her naturally pretty face looked stern, as twisted as the tight pretzel ponytail she had tied her hair into. 

"Hey, Tigger!" he said, "What brings you by?"

"Where are the waiters?!" she snapped. 

Andres looked left and right and waved his hand around. "They're...somewhere. After they brought out the food, I told them to kick back and join us."

She watched him take a sip from the glass in his hand. When she realized that was the end of his answer, she blinked then said, "They haven't served ALL of the food! There are still 100 burgers sitting on the deck back at the guest house! 100! Remember? Some dip-shit asked me to spend the whole day making them!"

"Oh yeah," he nodded unfazed, "That's right. Okay, I'll find the waiters and send them over."

His casual response nearly sent her into conniptions. Her mouth gaped but she only croaked out inaudible noises. 

Andres thought to himself just how amusing and cute she looked right then. He of course knew where the waiters were. He just really enjoyed seeing the pretty chef get all wound up. It took everything he had not to just reach out and hug the anger out of her. 

"Hey, hey, Andres! Who is this lovely bundle of sweetness?" Remy, one of his guests, interrupted their momentary stare down. 

Teaghan shirked back a bit. She eyed him through her glasses. The tall man with the clean shaven head, sharp smile and sharper red silk shirt sidled up to her. He wore a heavy cologne that lit up her sensitive nose. "You gonna do the introductions, Andre?" Remy asked, his eyes fixed and narrowing on her.

Andres hesitated then said, "Uh, Remy, this is our live in chef, Teaghan." His voice had immediately softened seeing the man brush up close to her.

"Live in chef, eh?" Remy continued to fix his gaze on her, "Well, my compliments to the chef. No wonder the food tonight is so delectable."

Andres shifted on his feet. He knew Remy, but they weren't exactly friends. The leering man probably caught wind of the party and accompanied one of Andres' friends or colleagues. The man trolled these events mainly to score some tail.

"How did you come up with such cool recipes?" Remy oozed on, his eyes always on her, looking her over, "Maybe you could should me your technique first hand in the kitchen."

He was laying it on thick but he certainly wasn't an unattractive man, Teaghan thought, barring the cologne. She smiled at him, "My food hasn't been served. The food I prepared is still back at the guest house waiting for someone to come serve it!"

"Well, by all means," Remy said, putting his glass down and placing his hand on her back, "Allow me to be of some help."

Andres frowned and started to say something.

"Well, that'd be really nice of you," Teaghan remarked. Andres' annoyance hadn't gone by her unnoticed. 

"That's not necessary," Andres spoke up, "I'll send the waiters right now." Teaghan grinned, satisfied. "Thank-you."

As she turned to leave, Remy took her by the wrist. He said, "So since you're done with your work tonight, why don't you join us?"

"Teaghan doesn't like things like parties or having fun," Andres remarked quickly, "She just likes to cook."

She glared at him. Forcing a tight smile she placed her hand on Remy's chest and said, "That sounds like a great idea. But only if my 'employer' lets me though."

They both looked at Andres. He grudgingly shrugged, "I don't care. Do whatever you want."

"Then I'll just go change into something more appropriate," she chirped, winking at Remy, "Give me 15 minutes then maybe you can teach me how to have some 'fun'."

As she slipped away through the party, Remy nudged Andres in the arm. He grinned hardly controlling his excitement, "You know, I never thought a straight white coat could be so goddamn sexy. Wish I could just unwrap her like that. She's just gotta be packing something tasty under there, huh?"

His eyes staying on the fiery chef as she made her way down the steps to the garden, Andres said nothing and simply walked away from Remy.

She was halfway to the guest house when she heard her name called. 

"Teaghan!"

The woman turned. In the darkly lit garden, Andres came around a hedge. Teaghan crossed her arms as he approached her.

"You don't have to come," he said. 

"I think I'd like to join the party," she replied, "Besides your friend is kind of cute."

He shook his head. "There's nothing 'cute' about that guy. He doesn't want to do 'cute' things with you."

"Even better," she shrugged.

"What's gotten into you?!" 

"Maybe I want to do this! Maybe I need to feel appreciated!"

"Oh yeah? That Remy will make you feel REALLY appreciated when he's screwing you in the backseat of his car," Andres scoffed. He was fully aware of how quickly this had gotten under his skin but somehow he couldn't help it.

Teaghan waved her hands in the air as if fanning his flames. Her English accent began to flare again, "You're the one who told me to have fun! I plan on having some! Or are you just so upset that you might not be able to fuck your personal chef before one of your friends does?"

She blinked at him. The explicitness of her own words shocked herself. She had no idea where that had come from, didn't realize how much raging emotion she had built up inside of her. Her words had the same effect on Andres.

He dragged both of his hands through his hair. He wanted to scream. Starting with a low growl then raising his voice he yelled, "I told you to relax. I didn't tell you to jump into bed with an asshole and get yourself fucked like a goddamn whore!"

Her hand came across his face in a flash and painted a red streak on his cheek. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth opened and closed slightly but she said nothing. They just stared at each other in the darkness.

"Ahem." Behind Andres, three waiters stood nervously by the hedge. "We-uh-we're to serve some trays of food waiting at the guest house?"

The uneasy silence persisted for another half minute, both Andres and Teaghan breathing hard. With a frown, he beckoned the waiters to walk by. He stared at the ground, feeling the woman's cool eyes on him.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes," she said with a defiant look.

The two parted without another word.

****************



Andres wasn't enjoying his party anymore. Slinky, willing women would crowd around him and he'd just push past them and walk away. His friends would start talking with him and his head wasn't there, muttering responses that had nothing to do with the conversation and staring off into a corner. The only thing he was interested in doing right now was drink hard and heavy. As he downed his drinks, he glared towards the other side of the pool at a couple of people standing on the upper level garden balcony. One of them was the pretty Thai-Welsh chef, now dressed in evening attire, backing up against the marble railing. The other was a party guest he didn't actually invite himself leaning very closely to the woman, one hand on the railing just barely brushing her hip.




For Your Dining Pleasure



Andres took another swig of liquor, rolling the burning liquid around in his mouth as he dragged his teeth against one another. A red hue surrounded his deep blue, glazed eyes. He polished off his glass and tossed it aside. Slowly he made his way towards them.

Teaghan wasn't having much fun herself. She knew she had already succeeded in getting Andres' ire up, knocking the perpetual grin he had off of his face. That's all she had really wanted. So flirting with Remy now seemed a bit like overkill. He really was as predatory and persistent as Andres suggested him to be. As he leaned in closer and closer to her, his overtures had gone well-past suggesting that they continue their introductions more privately and intimately. He was now at the point where he was getting his rocks off telling her what he was going to do with her.

"My cock's never tasted chef pussy before," he breathed on her. His breath and his cologne was sending Teaghan into sensory overload. She winced and tried not to look at him but he was leaning over her so close, pinning her to the railing. "Maybe you could just call it my big 'meat thermometer."

Ugh. Teaghan hated cliche humour.

"Uh, R-Remy," she stammered, then shuddered when she felt his fingers drag up and down the smooth flesh exposed at her midriff. She definitely over did it with the two piece outfit. The already over-stimulated man particularly delighted in handling the gold waist chain around her belly.

"We can leave this on," he said of the chain. He flashed her a cut-glass smile.

Teaghan leaned over the railing as far as she could without flipping over it. She looked away and down at the poolside. No matter how uncomfortable she was feeling about Remy's advances, what also was distressing her was that she noticed that nobody was touching the food she had spent all that time, thought and effort in preparing. The sandwiches were pushed aside, surrounded by empty glasses and bottles, and used as cigarette extinguishers. All that work. What a waste. She had guessed before that it could have ended up that way. But it still bothered her -a lot.

And she couldn't see Andres anywhere.

Her disappointment took her away for moment, but the feel of something warm and slick on her neck shocked her back. Remy nuzzled his face under the side of her chin. Teaghan gasped and almost lost her balance but his body pressed up against hers, holding her up against the railing. In another split second, his rough hand slipped under her skirt and slid quickly up her thigh and around to her smooth bottom. 

"Mmm, nice and tender," he purred against her throat as he continued to kiss and lick her. 

His scent filled her lungs and she had to clear her throat before she could speak. "Remy, wait," she said, breathlessly. Then more firmly she urged, "Stop it!"

His hands indulged in a few more firm gropes, tugging at the woman's underwear, before she pushed him away with her legs and arms. "I said stop it already!" she insisted.

"You want to get out of here now?" the man asked eagerly, "You want to go to a room or somewhere?"

"No. I just want to get away from you," she spat as she readjusted her panties through her skirt. 

Her words weren't quite registering with him, but still, a mean streak immediately showed itself in Remy. He leered at her and said, "Hey. You're just hired help anyway, aren't you?"

He moved towards her again. Teaghan, however, slipped away from him, avoiding getting pinned against the railing once more. 

"Will you just fuck off already?" she snapped at him, "I'm not interested!"

"Wha-?" The man stood there, red faced and dumbfounded. He sputtered, "You've gotta be shitting me!"

"No. I'm not," she insisted and quickly walked around the balcony and went down the stairs.

She had started to make her way through the guests by the poolside when she heard Remy yell at her from behind. 

"You fucking little bitch!" he roared as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs. "You're just a cock-tease slut aren't you?"

She should have just kept going but instead, Teaghan froze. The crowd of party goers moved away from her, staring at her.

"Yeah, and you know what?" the enraged man went on as he grabbed a burger from the table, "Your food is crap!"

Stunned, Teaghan turned around slowly and faced him. Her body trembled as she growled, "I am a DAMN good chef you fucking asshole! I may as well just serve you a piece of shit!"

"Go get a job at McDonald's!" he yelled, "Either learn how to cook or learn how to fuck, bitch!"

She was mortified, a chill running through her spine and rooting her to where she was standing even as she watched the crazy man, in slow motion, cock his arm back and prepare to actually fling the burger at her. Suddenly a solid figure lunged by and tackled Remy, plowing him into a service table. People gasped and screamed as Andres sat on the man and pounded his fists into his face. Food and glasses were scattered all around them and the poolside as he pummeled Remy even as other guests struggled to pull him off.

Three men finally pulled Andres up from the bloody mess that was Remy's face. As he shrugged them off breathing hard, his face red and angry, he looked around the poolside. She wasn't there.

Teaghan ran back to the guest house. The tears started to stream down her face just as she walked through the door.

**************** 

She actually managed to compose herself pretty quickly. Within a few minutes, after she had washed her face and started to change into her wife beater and jockey panties, the distress she felt turned to solemn fuming. What did it matter what that sonuvabitch thought of her? She didn't care about what any of those people out there thought of her and she didn't need their approval to know that her food was great. 

Teaghan stood over her bed and grimaced. Okay, so she was a bit proud, and haughty, and short-tempered and all of that sometimes made her do and say stupid things just to get back at people. She knew that she wasn't completely innocent of what went down at the party.

Surprisingly, an excited twinge deep down in her gut told her she that she got a little satisfaction watching Andres throttle Remy. That was a complete surprise. 

With her mind whirling and her heart still beating quickly, Teaghan thought she would have trouble falling asleep. As soon as she fell onto the plush mattress and pillows, however, her exhausted body sank into a deep slumber, images of a young man with crisp blue eyes and olive skin filling her dreams.

***************

3:45 a.m.

Teaghan thought she heard thumping on the guest house door. At first she thought it was part of her dream, but as the thumping persisted and she felt her face buried against a pillow, she realized she was awake. The dull thumping continued and it wouldn't go away no matter how far she stuffed her face into the pillow. 

"Oh for-!" With an annoyed groan she whipped off the blankets and marched over to the door.

She couldn't see anybody standing behind the frosted window of the door. The thumping continued, very softly, like someone dragging their knuckles against the door.

Teaghan opened it and jumped back as a dark figure sitting on the doorstep slumped onto the floor at her feet.

"Christ!" she yelped, "Andres?"

The young man hauled himself back up to a seated position, leaning on the door frame. Teaghan switched on the lights and stood over him.

He lolled his head up to look at her. His eyes, looking a bit blank, were red and watery and his olive skin complexion had a noticeably red blush. His mouth was slightly open and shaped in a really stupid grin. He was pissed drunk.

"Teaghan," he drawled, "Tigger. The 'Tigress'. Rowr. Ha ha ha!"

He laughed. The woman just continued to look at him with a stupefied glare.

"I-I can see your panties," he chuckled, pointing an unsteady finger at her bare legs.

Teaghan blinked realizing she had gone to the door without her robe. "Shit!" she spat and ran to the bed. She returned to the door, covering herself up. 

"Andres, what are you doing here?" she demanded, "Don't tell me you want a frigging sandwich?!"

"'Sandwich'," he mimicked her and laughed again. His eyelids lowered and, swallowing, he shook his head with an exaggerated movement and said, "No. No. I'm just here to say sorry."

Teaghan sighed, "Andres, you don't have to do this now. Just go to bed."

"No. No," he insisted. With a guttural rumble, he heaved himself up onto his feet. "I'm really, really sorry. For everything."

Teaghan held up her hands half-heartedly as he wobbled but he managed to stay standing.

"Yep, I'm a bastard and a spoiled rich-brat," he went on. Then unexpectedly, he stumbled his way inside the guest house. 

"Oh, wait! Um, don't...shouldn't you go home?" Teaghan pleaded as he she watched him make his way to the centre of the room.

He looked up at the skylight. "Wow," he remarked, "This place is nice, isn't it? Never been in here before. It's really homey."

She was at a loss as to what to say or do to get him out of there.

He mumbled, "But you're not going to stay."

She couldn't tell if that was a question or a statement. She could tell however, by the way that he was standing on the spot and speaking that he had no intention of leaving right away. With a tired sigh, she closed the door and said, "What do you mean?"

He managed to focus his eyes on her, "I mean, you're not going to stay because of me. You can't stand me."

She shook her head, "Andres, I don't-"

"I'm an inconsiderate, unappreciative bastard," he droned, "I get all this good stuff given to me and I don't deserve any of it."

Teaghan's exasperation, in spite of how tired she felt, left her body. She walked over to Andres and gently took his arm. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.

"Come on, 'Apollo'," she spoke sympathetically as she led him to the couch, "Have a seat. I'll get you a glass of water."

As she walked to the kitchen, Andres, staring at the unlit fireplace, rambled on, "I mean it. I don't appreciate anything. As soon as I get some money, I blow it. I get a free pass into university and I just squander it. I'm such an ungrateful dumbass."

Teaghan returned with a glass of water. She smiled to herself, bemused by his self-berating. As she handed him the glass she said, "Here you go...dumbass."

Andres polished it off in one long gulp. "I have a beautiful and sexy and talented chef working her butt off for me," he looked at her longingly, "And all I do is tell her to make sandwiches."

Teaghan's thoughts had gotten stuck on "beautiful and sexy". She looked down and away as the words sunk in. She also definitely liked the "talented chef part".

"No wonder you want to leave," he muttered and closed his eyes slumping onto the couch.

Teaghan scratched her wrist uneasily and just watched him lie motionless there. She thought she might try to encourage him to leave, but short of picking him up herself, she couldn't be bothered. With a shake of her head, she walked away, turned off the lights and slipped back into bed.

But just as her eyes closed, she heard Andres moving around in the dark. He coughed then said, "So what's the plan?"

Teaghan rubbed her head and sighed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you going to do when you leave here?" he said. He appeared at the edge of the bed, the light from the skylight casting a glow on him. He walked around to the side and sat down on the bed.

Teaghan sat up, covering herself with the blankets. "Andres! What are you doing?" she asked anxiously, "Get off of my bed!"

"Seriously, what are you going to do?" he asked again. 

"I don't know!"

He turned his head to look at her. "Sure you do. Of course you know. You're not going to be here forever."

Teaghan stared at him. His eyes were fixed on hers as he waited patiently for a reply. He wasn't goofing around and he wasn't going to leave until she answered. She breathed deeply, her nerves calming somewhat as she thought for a few moments.

"Well," she finally said, "I always wanted to own and work in my own restaurant, have my own kitchen."

He nodded.

Picking at the blanket she added, "It'll be a bistro in Napa Valley, just an exclusive and small place. 20 guests a night, tops." She enjoyed talking about her goal and continued, "A nightly menu of my own creations. It'll be called 'Little Roses' with fresh peach and white flowers throughout the restaurant. Out front, I'll have a statue of a flower girl, tossing rose petals into a pond."

Teaghan smiled to herself in the darkness. Maybe it was his grogginess, but Andres thought she glowed as she spoke.

"That's...really nice," he said softly. He looked away, "Nice to have a plan."

"And what's your plan?" she asked, "What's in store for you?"

He shrugged. "You tell me," he muttered.

"The only son of an only son inherits the family business. End of story?" 

Teaghan saw the back of the man's head bob slowly up and down. She realized her remark may have come across as callous. She wasn't sure if it was residue from the last few days or if she was just getting a little annoyed with a rich guy's self-pity. Still, she kind of regretted saying it.

She heard him chuckle softly. "Yep. You've really got me pegged. You really are a smart, smart girl." He sighed then said again, "Nice to have a plan."

"Well, maybe it's just because I'm a little older than you. Who knows what you'll do in the future?"

Before she could go on, Andres suddenly dropped back into the bed, his head falling on the pillow beside her. His eyelids slammed shut.

"Uh, Andres?" Teaghan said nervously as she shifted away from him, "Andres, you can't sleep here. Get up."

A quiet gurgling rumble slipped thorugh his mouth and nose. She called his name again and then shook poked and shook his arm. The snoring grew louder.

"Dammit," Teaghan muttered. She glared at him for a few minutes. Then she stood up, grabbed her pillow and stomped over to the couch.

***************

The next morning, Teaghan walked across the garden towards the house. She passed the hired clean up crew as they tidied the grounds after the party. They had their work cut out for them but they went about their business diligently and quietly. 

"Help yourself to a few burgers," she remarked half-jokingly to no one in particular as she passed by the poolside. 

Checking through the pantry and the fridge, she made a list of the groceries that needed to be delivered for the week. She had awoken from the couch late and was weary but the morning sunlight seemed to perk her up a bit. Andres was completely sprawled out on the bed when she had left the cottage. She doubted he would get up anytime soon but even if he did, she had decided to herself that he could make his own breakfast and lunch. After finishing her work, she took her time to simply sit in the sun room and read the paper. By noon, as the clean up crew packed up their gear, Andres still hadn't made an appearance.

Walking back to the guest house, she spotted Andres heading towards her from across the garden. He looked like hell with a messed up shirt and hair, stubble all over his face, and his thick brows hanging heavy and low, darkening his normally glistening eyes. Yet still, his stride was long and smooth as he walked and he came upon Teaghan quickly.

They both stopped, facing one another. For some reason, Teaghan felt a bit uneasy as she looked at him casting a stoic and unmoved gaze on her. She had been ready to resume their usual exchange of barbs but seeing him, she instead simply said, "Uh, good morning?"

"Why was I on your bed?" he questioned her.

"Why...? Uh," She tilted her head. Hesitantly she replied, "You came into the guest house last night kind of drunk. You fell asleep on the bed."

Andres simply stared back at her.

Teaghan spoke up, "I had to sleep on the couch!"

The young man looked around past her head towards the house. "Did the clean up crew come this morning?"

"Yes," she replied, annoyed, "They were here bright and early and they cleaned up your mess."

They stood in front of each other for a moment. Teaghan couldn't figure out what was going on with him this morning. She couldn't think of anything to say. Even though she said to herself that she wouldn't she finally asked him, "Look, do you want me to make you something for lunch? Aren't you hun-"

"I'm going out for the day," Andres interrupted and walked away towards the house. Teaghan was left standing alone with her mouth hanging open.

***************

Teaghan didn't want to go near the house all day. She was upset with Andres again and couldn't be bothered to risk running into him. Instead, she stayed at the guest house. Her body and mind needed the solitude, anyway. She made herself a lobster salad for lunch and treated herself to wine and various cheeses as she sat out on the deck and read. Later on, she called her friend Suzanne, trying very had not to complain about Andres, then took a nap.

Yet awake or asleep, she couldn't deny that she was thinking about him. She was really annoyed by his reactions that day. Then again, she wasn't sure what she had been expecting. She was hoping for...well, something other than the cold shoulder. 

In the early evening, she called the house. The housekeeper said he hadn't come home yet and asked if she could go home already. After dismissing her, Teaghan shrugged. Fine, no dinner for him either. 

She ate by herself and watched television until late at night. It had been a lazy day and her body was feeling restless for it. The pool was calling.

The sky was clear and the air was warm that night as she strolled across the garden path in a spa robe. She could see the glow of the light from the pool as she walked up the marble steps. As she reached the top, she realized someone was already swimming. She already knew it could only be Andres and she immediately stopped, thinking about turning around and going back to the guest house.

"No," she said to herself, "Why should I have to leave?"

Before she could walk towards the pool however, she saw Andres pull himself up from the pool. Teaghan gasped and ducked behind a hedge. With her hand over her mouth, she frowned. Did she see right? Was he naked?

"Go back now," a little voice in her head told her. Without a second thought, she ignored it.



Biting her upper lip, Teaghan peered over the hedge. She had a clear view of the rear of Andres' wet, buck-nude body as he towelled off. She breathed deeply and held her breath, trying to be as silent as possible as she gazed at his svelte, muscular build. His broad shoulders topped a muscular back which seemed to just funnel down to his smooth, firm bottom. There wasn't a hair on his body and she jokingly wondered if the Greek playboy shaved or waxed. Whatever, she wished that she had her camera phone right now. "That'd be a nice little photo for Suzanne," she whispered to herself and giggled softly.

Andres turned. Teaghan's crescent eyes widened so much that her entire pupils were in plain view. She gasped and instantly slapped her hand over her mouth.

Okay, maybe not so little a photo. She stood behind the hedge, frozen. She didn't want to be caught gawking at him. She also had to take a moment to absorb what she saw. No wonder the young man preferred to swim in the raw than wearing a Speedo. Teaghan suddenly caught herself imagining how it must look when the stud was aroused, how well he handled it, how it would feel...

"Ohmygod," she sighed. She could feel her heart pounding and the warmth flooding her face. What was she thinking? Unnerved by her thoughts, she made a break for the stairs, simply hoping Andres didn't notice her. 




For Your Dining Pleasure



She ran to the guest house. As soon as she closed the door, she leaned back up against it, thumping the back of her head onto the glass, trying to jar her mind clear of the vivid images and stark thoughts raging inside. After a shower and going to bed, they were still fresh and stark in her mind.

************** 2:41 a.m.

The Thai-Welsh beauty kneeled on the floor looking down at the feet of the young man standing in front of her. She trembled, not because she was stripped bare of all her clothing, her long brunette hair rolling over her smooth naked shoulders and back, it was because of how nervous she was. 

She felt fingers wend their way into the silky hair at the back of her head. They tangled with her locks, gripping them in a strong fist. The hand tugged downwards, a dull, quick pain causing her to gasp and look up at the lean, hard shirtless body of the stud with the blue eyes and curly golden brown hair. 

"I-I'm not sure I can do this, Andres," she said softly, her voice trembling as she swallowed her pulsating heart back down her throat.

"Come on, Tigger," he leered back at her, "Weren't you supposed to show me how to handle my meat?"

Her eyes stayed fixed on his own stolid gaze as she listened to him unzip his pants.

"Hey," his voice was suddenly sharp and slithery as he worked to pull out his length, "You're hired help anyway, aren't you?"

His lengthy girth slipped free as his pants fell to the floor. He pulled the anxious woman close to him, her soft breasts pressing up against his thigh. Teaghan closed her eyes, yet she couldn't deny feeling the heat coming from him. 

Andres shook her head. "Take it," he insisted, "Come on, 'chef'. Take it."

The woman opened her brown eyes and was met with the sight of his well hung cock before her. His hand held her fast as she made a sad attempt to back away. 

"Take it," he cajoled.

Her hands reached up, hesitated, then finally took hold of him, wrapping her palms around his soft, warm staff and cradling his ballsack. She swallowed again then gently raised the head upward. She could feel it begin to steel as she handled it. Now that she was looking at his cock, holding it, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. As it twitched and swelled to life, she chewed on her lower lip and tossed her hair back over shoulder. 



It was like she wasn't thinking for herself anymore as she lowered her head and nuzzled the mushroom dome of his cock against her pursed lips. She kissed and tongued the tip. She gazed upward but Andres continued to look at her impassively. Her moist mouth stretched open and sank over the man's hard staff. It nudged against the back of her throat, the thin soft cushion of the tip doing little to hide the hardness that followed it. Soon she was bobbing her head over it in a desperate effort to satisfy him.

Again she looked up. Still his cold eyes were leveled on her, unmoved by Teaghan's actions. Except now...where and when did he get that sandwich in his hand?

As Andres chewed on the sandwich, Teaghan redoubled her efforts and focus on his cock. As she slicked saliva over it with her tongue and sides of her mouth, as she rubbed her mouth juices up and down the length of his shaft to his balls with her hands, her acute senses went into frenzy. Her well trained palette tasted the skin around his hard, saliva drenched cock. Her hand felt every throb and swell. She smelled his musk. Her eyes narrowed and looked down at his length as it moved in and out of her mouth. 

But most of all she heard her own gasps and gulps and the wet, sticky slurps of her hungry mouth. The sounds filled the room and her head. She was aware of them moreso than anything else. They were coming from her. It was the sound of her lust.

It wasn't enough for him. Teaghan felt Andres grab the back of her head firmly with his free hand. She squeezed her eyes shut as the young man began to pull her in while thrusting his hips at her face. She coughed and sputtered as he drove his hot cock into her yielding mouth over and over, faster and faster. As he jammed into her relentlessly, she braced her hands on his thighs. Her sloping breasts shook and jiggled and her hair was tossed around wildly. 

All the while her frantic gasps and groans grew louder and louder in her ears. Inches of stiff cock moved in and out of her mouth, rapid fire, as she lost control of her body. Still there was nothing in his eyes as he continued to eat the sandwich. All of her other senses shut down. There was only sound. The moans and heated panting blending together, but continued to grow louder and louder until it was ringing in her ears. 

Andres stopped his motions, keeping the nib of his cock jammed against the back of her throat. Teaghan froze, bracing herself. The man loosed a groan from his gut and thick, sticky fluid spewed from him into her throat. She eagerly waited for her senses to kick back in, ready to feel, to taste, to smell his hot jism that filled her mouth.

But there was only the ringing. Just that goddamned ringing.

****************

The ring of her cellphone finally managed to yank her out of her dream. Her eyes widened and she gasped. The shock her body felt from a sleep disturbed was one thing, the shock to her mind from the dream she just had was unbelievable. 

Teaghan had a pillow clamped between her thighs. She could feel that her entire body was tense and she also felt very, very warm with a thin layer of perspiration on her face. Actually, her whole body felt a little damp. However, her throat was raw and dry and she had to coax forth the saliva in her mouth and around her lips. 

She snatched the phone from the table and cleared her throat. "Yes? A-Andres is that you?" She found it difficult just to say his name without thinking about her dream.

"Can you bring me some food or something?" Andres responded.

The woman slumped back into her pillow. Back to reality.

"Andres," she frowned trying to refocus, "What do you mean 'food or something'? What is it exactly that you want?" 

"Whatever you have. It doesn't matter." His voice was soft but firm. He added, "Just make it hot."

That meant she had to actually cook something. 

She could have argued with him to no avail, just to make certain that everything was back to normal with them, but instead she simply told him to give her about half an hour or so then hung up. 

She couldn't even be bothered to put on her track pants this time, it was so warm inside and outside. She simply put on her robe and tied her hair up into a ponytail as she made her way to the house.

***************

"Andres?" Teaghan said as she knocked on his bedroom door holding a plate of smoked sausage and brie omelette with focaccia bread . While she waited, she told herself she could still look him in the eye. Nothing had really happened, anyway.

But God if that wasn't one freakishly intense dream.

"Come on, open up. Take this so I can go back to bed already," she called through the door.

No one came to the door. She couldn't hear anything behind it. Did he go to sleep?

She peeked inside. "Andres?" she asked. The room was empty.

"Where the hell is he?" she said clicking her tongue.

She left the tray of food on his bed, tossed upside down.

Teaghan marched back to the guest house trailing a dark cloud behind her. She'd just about had it.

She slammed the door shut behind her. Without switching on the lights she kicked off her slippers into the darkness and dropped her robe on the floor. She was about to bury herself under the covers of her bed once more but she stopped, sensing something. She sniffed. There was a sweet aroma in the air.

Flicking on the lights she was surprised by the sight of a large bouquet of roses, peach and white, in full bloom sitting on the night stand. 

"Where's my sandwich?" the man said as he emerged from behind the bathroom door.

Teaghan jumped back a bit, but the confusion on her face remained as she looked up at Andres. He was smiling, but it wasn't his usual pearly teeth grin. Her confusion quickly turned into annoyance.

"Wha-what do you think you're doing? Get the hell out of here!" she snapped at him.

Andres reached into the pocket of his sports coat. He pulled out a round fruit and held it out. "I brought a pomegranate," he said.

"Well good for you," she responded, livid, "Let me tell you where to shove it."

"Will you just calm down a little, Tigger," he said, his voice more firm but still steady. He smirked and waved a finger toward her, "I, uh, can see your underwear again, by the way."

Teaghan's brows arched upwards. She was standing across from him in her halter-top and jockey panties. Angry and embarrassed, she bent down to snatch her robe up from the floor.

"Well," Andres continued on as he watched, "I guess it's almost a fair trade for earlier this evening."

She was still slightly bent over when she froze at his words. As blood flowed into her cheeks, her thoughts flashed the images at the pool and those flowed into fleeting visions of her dream. Her heart skipped but she managed to slowly stand upright, holding her robe against her chest. 

"I, uh, I...," she stammered. She looked at his legs, not quite able to look at him face-to-face. Teaghan drew a deep, unsteady breath then said slowly, "Can't you just leave me alone? Why are you here?"

He scratched his head then smiled and said, "Late night snack. Where's my food anyway?"

Her eyes still glancing to the floor, she pointed her finger over her shoulder and said, "It's back in your bedroom. I made an omelette." She forced a nervous chuckle, peered through her glasses, and added, "You might have to scrape it off of your pillow."

Andres grinned and nodded once. He casually and slowly moved towards her. "An omelette?" he asked.

"Well, you didn't tell me what you wanted," she said softly, trying to instill some snap back into her words. After thinking for a moment, she managed to look up at him and snipe sarcastically, "But you really have a lot of trouble knowing what you want, don't you?"

That actually managed to make him pause for half a step. He shook his head towards the floor, "Look, Teaghan, I'm not here to fight."

"No, of course you aren't. You're here to bring me some flowers hoping you can buy a quickie," she snipped. Teaghan sensed a chink in his armour and stabbed at it, "Poor little rich boy has no direction in his life and can only get some satisfaction from screwing the hired help, is that it?"

She was being harsh. She wasn't sure if she even believed what she was saying but she knew she just had to get him out of the house. Her blood was beginning to heat up --and it wasn't simply because she was angry.

Andres face was rigid, his eyes fixed on her. His voice deliberate and firm he said, "Despite what you think, I don't fuck the maid or any of the other employees. I don't mess around with people like that."

"Yeah? Well..." she paused, struggling with her conflicting urges, "Whatever. Good for you. You just like ordering me around in the middle of the night."

Then he eased somewhat. He conceded with a nod, then continued moving towards her. "Okay, fine," he said, "I'll tell you what I want. That omelette is probably cold by now and I distinctly said I wanted something hot."

Within another couple of seconds, he was standing a foot in front of her. Teaghan tilted her head slightly to the side and looked up at him, looked into his blue eyes and at his angled, swarthy face. She held her lower lip defiantly firm and tight. Her look masked the nerves tingling and racing in her body but she knew if she spoke her voice would give away just how anxious she was feeling. Either she was going to start yelling or her voice would be trembling as she tried to speak. 

"So, chef," he reached for her robe as she clutched it to her body, "What do you have to satisfy my hunger?"

Teaghan held on tight to her robe. Her eyes narrowed into slits and she sneered at him, "I knew this is what you wanted, you sick fuck."

"Only because I knew you wanted it too, Tigger," he answered.

"Go fuck your—mmph!"

Strong arms quickly grabbed Teaghan and pulled tight against a solid body. Hungry lips enveloped hers and she gasped into Andres' open mouth. Only heavy breaths through her nostrils and her muffled protests could be heard as he pinned her to his body and savoured the softness of her lips. She pushed at his chest and shoulders and tried to wriggle out of his arms to no avail. After a minute of feeling him invoke his desire upon her, felt his heat and electricity course through her, Teaghan's body eased. She winced and gasped slightly as he tugged at her hair, undoing the ponytail she had tied it up in. Her long hair flowed down her back and shoulders. Her heart was pounding as his lips continued to roll over hers and she gasped for air when he finally relented and leaned back.

As he stepped back, Andres pulled at the robe again. It slipped out of her fingers easily this time as her arms dropped to her sides. He watched her bosom rise and fall unsteadily as he removed his jacket. Their eyes remained fixed on another at all times, even as he slipped off her glasses, again without resistance. Andres moved towards her again. The two came together in an intimate embrace, locking their lips together almost instantly in a wet and lusty kiss. Tongues flicked and entwined with one another and desperate moans filled the air. Andres breathed deeply. The woman smelled as sweet as she tasted and it drove him even harder. He couldn't remember when he had wanted a woman as much as Teaghan. He intended to show her just how much he meant it.



Even as she filled his mouth with her tongue, Teaghan was still not sure of what she was doing, allowing her sexual impulses to sway her emotions. She had just been upset with the man to the point of exasperation. Yet now she was thinking of how much she wanted to feel his long hard cock inside of her. 

Andres spun her around, and pulled her back against his chest. His hands immediately explored her body, one sliding under her halter top, the other slipping below the waistband of her panties. Teaghan gasped as she felt his fingers on her body and his tongue and lips on her neck and ear. She rolled her head back against his shoulder. 

Teaghan teased and thumbed her nipple as he cupped her sloping, supple breast in his hand. It strained to eager attention. His other hand massaged at the opening of her soft, clean-shaven snatch, fingers drawing up and down the line of her slit. The woman trembled and groaned as he curled a finger between the folds and pushed it into her. 

"Ahh," Teaghan sighed. Her legs buckled but the man held her up. 

His finger wiggled and probed her inner pink flesh. It was damp and warm and so very soft. He felt her hand join his, pushing her underwear past her pelvis, exposing his hand indulging in her tenderness. Her finger slipped under his, spreading her lips as his finger slid in faster and faster.

Shit, this was going so fast, Teaghan thought to herself as her body hitched and strained at his rough touch. 

"You're so hot right now," he rasped into her ear, "So tight and damp right here."

The long brunette haired beauty squeezed her eyes tight and squirmed slowly as he rubbed his finger now on her tingling clit. Her breath was erratic, sometimes holding it then suddenly letting out quick, wheezy gasps. 

"You're loving this aren't you?" he breathed lustfully, "Like my finger inside of you, fucking you like this?"

"Ahn! Ahhhn!" Teaghan groaned louder and louder, feeling the heat ready to explode from her body. He pulled and tugged at her stiff nipples painfully, he smothered her mouth and neck with hot breaths and kisses, and two fingers plunged into her now. As he rubbed his body up against her barely clad bottom, she then felt his cock through his pants, waiting for its chance at her. 

Andres was enjoying this as much as she was. Feeling her body, listening to her soft cries, tweaked the length in his pants to rigid life. He swirled his fingers rapidly inside and outside of her slit then pinched and thumbed her clit.

Teaghan leaned forward, her stomach tightening then she whipped her head back, her long hair flying over Andres' shoulder. "Ah-huhn!" she groaned and burst over his fingers a wet, dripping mess from within. 

Andres continued to hold her up, continued to pump his fingers into her even as she flowed freely over him, soaking her panties hanging at her thighs, before finally withdrawing them. They were glistening with her cum.

"Shit. Oh Christ," she gasped and swallowed. Her whole body was ablaze. 

Both his hands were at her chest now, massaging and fondling her heaving tits through her thin halter top. He gave the woman time to recover. 

Teaghan rolled her head off from his shoulder and hung it forward. She blinked and breathed in deeply, smelling her own dampness. Her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes were glassy. She knew this was just he beginning, though. Andres was just getting started.

Slowly turning her around to face him, he held up his hand a caressed her cheek, now flushed pink. She was such a lovely woman. He wanted her badly.

"The best part of arguing all the time," he said with a subtle wink, "Is the make up sex afterwards."

Somehow, the fiery chef managed to muster a firm upper lip and spoke clearly, "Who said we're making up?"

She reached up and pulled him by his curly hair towards her. Their mouths opened and close on one another once again, their passion and hunger for one another always intensifying.

Suddenly, Teaghan broke away and pulled his head back. She eyed him warily and then said, "And I'm warning you right now: Spare me the cheap sexual references to cooking or stuffing anything into my hot oven or ANY crap like that! I swear I will rip your balls off and serve them--mmm!"

Andres covered her mouth again with his lips. Then he bent down and pushed her panties all the way down her smooth legs until she was able to kick them off of her feet. On the way back up he pushed up her halter top above her breasts. His mouth stopped to take long, languid sucks on each of her tits, inhaling her dark brown nipples, pressing his tongue against the stiff little nibs, and letting them slip out of his lips. She rubbed her arms and hands along his head and in his hair, feeling his tongue and lips take their pleasure on her straining bosom.

The chef was as tasty as any of her dishes.

As Andres stood up and their lips met, he lifted her from the floor by her round ass, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her slowly over to the bed, lowered her down and seated her at the edge. 

Teaghan pulled off her halter top. She fidgeted with her hair as she anxiously watched Andres unbutton his fly. Thoughts of her dreams earlier that night flooded her brain. She was filled with anticipation and nervousness as he reached into his pants and pulled out his lengthy cock. Teaghan didn't want to think about dreams anymore.

Taking him up in both her hands, she lifted up his cock, feeling it stiffen in her palms. She quickly attacked at it at the base with her tongue, flicking his soft scrotum. 

The young man watched her as her tongue dragged upwards on his cock towards his tip. In the back of his mind, he had been wondering if she was as deft and precise at this as she was with her cooking. But as he felt her smoothly envelope her lips and mouth on his hard shaft, all of his previous doubts were blown from his mind. His head lolled back as he stroked the back of her head with a gentle hand.




For Your Dining Pleasure



As Teaghan looked up, letting his wet tip slip from her mouth, she saw the pleasure on Andres' face. This wasn't a dream. She would make him appreciate this. Her mouth went down on him in earnest, plunging his cock to her throat. She rubbed her teeth and rolled her tongue all over it. She pumped her hand up and down the base of his length. Each of her gasps and moans sent ticklish ripples through his cock. Andres yanked off his shirt and immediately clasped his hands on the side of her head. At first, he just followed the woman's head bobs back and forth, then he began to guide them gently. Within a few more seconds though, he pulled her in over and over, harder and harder. He bucked his pelvis towards her face, driving his cock into her mouth, and felt his tip butt up against her throat. 

"Fuck! Uhn! Uhn!" he gasped and licked his lips, "Not only good with your hands, huh? Uhn! You like the taste? You...uhn...like it hard in your mouth?"

Teaghan continued with her brazen sucking and slurping. As he handled her head, she dug her fingers into the tight flesh of his ass. She moaned loudly, feeling the blood pulsing through her and through his cock in her mouth. Her lips were slicked to a glossy rose red. 

With a satisfied grunt, Andres managed to pull himself out of her mouth. He was straining and breathing hard but he was eager to prolong the build up in his body. 

"Lie back on the bed," he said to Teaghan.

She slid her body back and rested her head on the pillow. As he kicked off his pants, he admired the woman's honey cream skin wrapped over a fine, slender body. He was ready to sample it some more. Like diving into the pool, his lean, muscular frame slid onto the bed almost cat-like. He crawled between her legs, his blue eyes and bushy brow looking up over her tummy to Teaghan's watchful gaze. 

Teaghan's eyes rolled up into her head as once again she felt a nimble tongue and skillful lips work a part of her body. Her feet rubbed along his strong back as the man licked and teased her tingling snatch. 

"Ah-huh!" she breathed erratically. Her body twisted and arched at Andres' touch.

He pushed his face hard into her crotch, feeling the softness of her inner thighs on his cheeks. She was already damp and fragrant having cum before. He could feel the heat radiating from within her as his tongue plunged between her folds and wriggled along her pink inner flesh. He sucked her clit and that elicited even more unsteady cries from her trembling lips.

"Ah! AH-Andres!" she moaned, "Fuck! Don't...ah...don't stop!"

His cock began to throb and swell just listening to her sweet, rich voice call his name and encourage him on like that. He indulged in her delectable cunt for a few more moments then lifted his head away with one last deliberate drag of his tongue. 

Now Teaghan watched breathlessly as he move upwards towards her. Her legs were still hung over his broad shoulders and he held them there, raising her toes towards the ceiling as he kneeled on the bed below her. He kissed her calves and ankles, always keeping his eyes on her. Keeping her legs on his shoulders, he took hold of his rippling, hard penis and brought it close to her glistening slit.

Teaghan chewed her upper lip and blinked slowly as she felt him rub the length of his cock against the line of her snatch. The mushroom tip, barely pushed aside her petals but still he let it slip past without entering. She swayed her hips unsteadily, anticipating him.

Andres continued to tease her with his cock, felt the heat flowing from her snatch as the sensitive skin around his staff glided over her. He wanted to make sure that she wanted this more than anything else right now. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Teaghan knew that she had resolved to do this long ago. For all their constant arguing and aggravation, she was at least curious about what would happen if they got together like this. And now nearing the tantalizing climax of finding out the answer, the immature young stud was teasing her like this.

"Fuck, Andres!" she snapped with a grunt, "Come on! Just do it!"

His hips listed forward, his dome breaching the slit of her moist, soft snatch. Teaghan's lip shifted between a quivering smile and wide open 'O', groaning aloud as she felt inches of his hard cock sink into her. His crotch pressed up against her flesh, completely within her. Andres let his length pulse and swell inside. He also managed to twinge a smile but as he started to pull out and push back in, his mouth soon dropped open.

His thrusts were all from the pelvis, gliding forward then ending with a quick snap of his hips as he slapped his balls against her raised bottom. His cut abs tightened and rolled as he looked past them and down at his rippling dark staff probing deep into Teaghan's softness over and over. He kissed and licked her calves and feet. 



Teaghan's back arched into a long, smooth curve as rolled her head back, her long brunette hair splayed out like the rays of the sun on the bed. As Andres leaned forward, rolling and bending her body, his hands on both sides of her torso, she braced herself on his arms. 

He could feel her tighten around him, indulging happily in the little resistance he felt as he pushed forward. It felt like he was being sucked in. 

Teaghan gasped and moaned as their bodies came together. 

Their pace quickened rapidly and the usually solid bed frame creaked under the strain of their intensifying display of passion. It was also very warm, both outside and within their bodies.

"Come on!" he called to her in between his increasing gasps and grunts, "Uhn! Where's that spirit! Where's that...uhn...fire of yours? Uh! You're just taking this without a word? Or maybe you just don't have...AH...anything to say unless you're in the kitchen? Huh, Tigger? Huh, little miss chef?"

Dropping her legs to his sides, his hands beside her head, he locked his arms straight, bracing himself over her. He ground his hips, forcing her yielding thighs apart, screwing himself deeper and deeper into her. Andres rode her hard. He wanted her to acknowledge the intense desire she had instilled in him. With each stiff thrust of his shaft into her he brought her own wanton urges for him closer and closer to the forefront of her mind.

"Ah! Fuck! Christ!AH-Andres!" she panted as her body rocked back and forth. Her eyes were glassy but they still pierced straight through his, "That...AH...that all you can give me?"

His strong bare hips surged forward, his butt muscles tensing and relaxing. A crooked smile appeared on his face.

"I thought you...uhn!...said you wanted me?" she goaded him on.

"Yeah," Andres loosed a husky sigh, "That's it. That's my Tigger."

"Ah! Ah! Shut up!" she grunted at him, "Just fucking give it to me! Ahn! Come...uhn...on! Show me Greek boy. Huhn! Huhn! Show me what you've got with that....FUCK...thick cock!"

Andres gasped a couple of chuckles. He grunted as he switched his pace to short rapid fire thrusts into the woman. As she moaned beneath him he sneered at her, "Yeah, I knew you wanted this. Uh! You wanted me from the day we met! Huh! Huh! How does it feel?"

She narrowed her eyes and tried to stare him down but the energy from his heated strokes coursed through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back over the pillow, crying out to the ceiling.

"How does it feel in you?" he repeated, "Uhn! Your tight little pussy is loving this! Uhn! It's so fucking hot and wet! It's loving my cock inside of it! You were begging...uhn....to fuck me every...huhn..." 

He reached out and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face to his, making her look at him. She saw his wide toothy mouth grinning back at her.

"You bastard!" Teaghan hissed. She twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and yanked his face to hers. Their mouths opened wide on one another, melding together in a voracious, violent locking of lips and lashing of tongues. His hands scratched down her smooth back and silky sides. He took a firm, demanding grope of her exquisite ass and dug his nails into the tender skin of her cheeks. 

Andres felt her pull hard at his hair. He clenched his teeth and winced as she tugged his head back. The slender woman wriggled and squirmed under him. With a surprising burst of strength, she flipped the larger man onto his back on the other side of the Queen size bed and instantly was on top of him.

Pleasantly startled, he could feel the side of his lips curl upward.

"Don't you dare fucking grin at me!" she snapped, her soft English accent suddenly becoming more pronounced. 

Keeping a watchful eye on him as he lay motionless on his back, Teaghan raised herself on the balls of her feet, straddling him, and reached down. She took hold of his hard, long shaft and wiggled her hips over the tip. 

"Showing me how you can handle meat, again, huh?" he said.

It looked like she was going to say something sour towards him but she didn't bother. Her hand guided his bulbous head against her narrow slit. Her head lifted slightly upwards and her eyes closed as she slipped over him. Feeling his swollen length sink into her again, she shuddered and gasped. 



Now it was Andres' turn to roll his eyes upward and loose unintelligible moans and groans. Teaghan bucked and rode him hard, arching backwards and her hair dropping down seductively as she raised her head towards the ceiling. Her slender, glistening body rolled and undulated like a belly-dancer. Then she leaned forward and dug the nails of one hand into his chest while the other took pleasure in her own body, clutching at her straining tits and then plunging downward to rub her tingling clit. 

The demure beauty was letting loose like she had never done before. The swollen member flaring inside of her sent ripples of energy from her even as she drained everything she had in the heated effort. Her long hair dropped across her face but it was still clear to see that her cheeks were flushed red and her whole body was aglow. 

She knew how much the young man had wanted this. Every sense in her body told her whenever he was around. The desire was as palpable as it was contagious. 

"Uhn! Come on, Andres!" she gasped, "Come on...ah...'Apollo'! Show me...huhn...make me feel how much you wanted me! Huhn! You're so fucking hard. So...uhn...so hard inside!"

Andres conceded in his head that she was very good, just as passionate and as skilled at this as she was with her culinary arts. His answer was simply to throw his hips upwards, bucking the woman like a bull. His cock thrust upwards, gliding along her slick inner flesh. Teaghan held on, rocking on his staff until she finally lost balance and bent over onto his chest. They clutched one another and kissed wildly, filling the room with their dry gasps for air. Andres tickled and tapped his finger along her anus and Teaghan let out a long loud sigh into his mouth.

Finally pulling out, Andres slid out from under her then slipped behind her on the bed. Teaghan, on her knees, clutched at the pillow on the bed. She looked back over her shoulder and saw the handsome face of Andres looking down and admiring her lovely round ass as he positioned himself between her legs. 

With a wriggle of his hips, she felt his cock rub up against her and then just as quickly thrust into her once more. Her body rocked forward then sank back against his stiffness. Andres grabbed her by the arms, pulled her back and held her up as he smacked his crotch against her butt over and over, seeming as if his swelling length was plunging deeper and deeper each time he did.

"Unn! UNN!" Teaghan groaned through gritted teeth. She clenched her fists and raised her head, her eyes squeezed shut as he shook her body from within with quick, stiff thrusts. 

They were both almost spent now. Both their bodies glistened and glowed. Their muscles ached and strained and their guts hurt. Neither of them could suck in enough air through their nose and their mouths and they're goading comments and urges to each other were reduced to primal grunts and groans and moans of desire and ecstasy. They were good together, the young Greek heir and the spirited Thai-Welsh chef. They were fucking perfect, actually.



His energy drained, he lowered her down until her face was pressed against the bed. Teaghan groaned as he continued to pound into her sweet spot. Soon his own body joined her lying on the bed, still thrusting in from behind, kissing desperately at her neck. His hands embraced her from behind and squeezed her breasts. Teaghan was experiencing sensory overload. 

"Andres! Oh god," she croaked, her throat raw, "Ahn! Faster! Don't...uhn...don't stop!"

His loins were ready to burst and his muscles and joints were burning from strain but he managed to muster the energy to answer her call for more. 

"Ahhn!" he groaned. It felt like his abs were shredding as he thrust into her like a rabbit in fast motion. He held his breath and buried his face into the back of her head. Both of them were peaking.

'Ah-Ah-Andres!" Teaghan's cries surged up from her gut. After one last short gasp for air, she groaned loudly, "AHHN!". The woman spilled her fluid warmth freely over his piece. Her body hitched and shook as she drained her cum all over him.

Just as she did, Andres's butt clenched and his abs tightened. "Nnn-AHH!" he groaned and gasped as his aching cock finally fired a full load of rich, pungent jism into her tender snatch. It burned like fire as it flowed out of him and his whole body trembled as muscles spasmed then relaxed. He kissed and rolled his teeth against her shoulder as he continued to toll his hips forward, spurting out every last strand of cum from his stiff length. 

Teaghan's hands covered his as they continued to softly fondle and massage her breasts and nipples. Her eyes were closed but her mouth hung open as she sucked in oxygen from the warm air surrounding their nude bodies. 

Her whole body sighed as he finally slid his cock, slick with their slippery juices, out from her, her sweet spot still tingling. Rolling over on the pillow, she faced Andres. His face was also red, his hair also damp, and he looked entirely spent --and satisfied.

Clearing her throat she said softly with an arch of her brow and a coy grin, "So...better than a late night sandwich?"

He smiled back and nodded dreamily. 

Later, they sat nude on the couch eating the pomegranate he had brought. As they fed each other the little beads of juicy pink fruit they couldn't help stop smiling at each other. 

"Does this mean we're going to start playing nice with each other?" Andres chided.

Teaghan tilted her head and looked towards the ceiling as she thought. "Only if you let me get some sleep at night," she said

"Well, I can't promise that, then," he joked, "I was hoping we could have some more-"

"Late night cooking lessons?" she interrupted.

He nodded. As he leaned forward to kiss her, he said, "Yeah, that too." 

They dropped the fruit to the floor as they kissed, passions igniting once more.

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Andres packed his own bags into the trunk of the car and then climbed into the driver's seat. His grand-parents stood at the bottom steps of their house as they waved good-bye.

"Say hello to the family back home," Poppa Nikolaou reminded him. 

"You promised to come back for a visit in the winter," Mrs.Nikolaou added.

Andres nodded with a broad warm smile. His blue eyes looked up to the top of the stairs where two of the maids and a woman wearing a straight white chef's tunic stood. Teaghan nodded towards him, a barely noticeable little gleam in her eye. 

As he drove off, Andres sighed thinking about how much he was going to miss those professionally prepared late night snacks.

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Teaghan was still smiling thoughtfully as she returned to the guest house. She blinked as she entered, a quizzical look on her face, when she spotted a small, curious box on her bed. Lying beside it were two roses, one white, one peach.

She sat down on the bed and with a gentle grin, she placed the box on her lap. Reaching inside, she pulled out a small porcelain figurine. It shined when she held it up to the skylight. It was in the image of a small flower girl scattering petals into a calm pond. Inscribed on the base: "Little Roses Bistro".

Still smiling, Teaghan looked at the accompanying card. "Tigger, I think I've found something I'd like to invest in" it read.

The pretty chef rolled her eyes and smiled as she shook her head. She eyed the card and said, "Sure. But only 49%. It'll be MY kitchen."



For Your Entertainment



Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end he didn't say anything. He took her hand in his, and kissed her. When their lips met, it was more than just a guy and a gal kissing. More of the culmination of years and years of frustration and passion unleashed. Lilith's heart thundered in her chest as she wrapped her arms around the young man she loved more than anything in the world. Her dream had come true. The man she loved indeed loved her back.

Two years ago, this scenario would have seemed impossible to all parties concerned. The summer of 2009 had been really tough for Boston-born rascal Adam Warsaw. The tall, lean and bespectacled young African-American had grown to hate his hometown because of its patrician mentality. Even though Deval Patrick, Governor of Massachusetts, was a Black man, some things in New England would never change. Adam Warsaw drove away from the house of one Morgan Finkelstein in Milton, Massachusetts. The tall, red-haired Jewish gal he met at Bridgewater State College had come to mean so much to him these past six months. Too bad she neglected to tell him that her father, Rabbi Anthony Benjamin Finkelstein was more racist than Hitler himself. In no uncertain terms the Rabbi told Adam that he disapproved of Black male/White female relationships. And then he ordered him out of the hilltop mansion. 

It took every ounce of self-restraint Adam possessed not to deck the short, bigoted little man. He walked out of the house with his head held high. He didn't even look at Morgan Finkelstein, who stood by in tears. Of course, she didn't say anything as her father called the young man she claimed to love every slur in the book. Adam drove back to his folks house in Brockton, Massachusetts. His parents were away on vacation in Boca Raton, Florida. His pops, Massachusetts State Policeman James Warsaw, decided to treat his wife Marcy Jeanne Jackson to a second honeymoon. They left their duplex in the care of their only son Adam. Adam sat in the living room and watched the movie Hancock on TNT. His eyes blazed with anger when he saw Charlize Theron turn away as Will Smith tried to kiss her onscreen. Fuck Hollywood for its racism! Adam took a six pack of beer from the fridge and downed one after the other. 

Adam Warsaw tried hard not to think about Orientation Day at Bridgewater State College in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. He was so young and eager to begin his higher education journey. So much for the media stereotype of the African-American male as a dumb brute who loved sports, sex with random women and criminal activity and seemed allergic to following the law or pursuing intellectual endeavors. Adam graduated at the top of his class from Cardinal Spellman, a private catholic school. He won himself a full academic scholarship to Bridgewater State College, a private school in downtown Boston. Yeah, he was doing alright for himself. And he wanted to do big things with his life. His bedroom was filled with posters of African-American giants like Deval Patrick, first Black man to become Governor of Massachusetts, Professor Cornell West, world-famous author and professor Henry Louis Gates, Congresswoman Maxine Waters, Reverend Al Sharpton, and of course established legends like Hollywood leading man Will Smith, U.S. President Barack Obama and media sensation Oprah Winfrey. Adam fully believed in African-American achievement. After all, his father was a state police officer and his mother was a Vice President at the local branch of Bank of America.

Adam Warsaw believed in his parents and wanted to follow in their footsteps. His father James Warsaw had a master's degree in sociology from Northeastern University and his mother Marcy Jeanne Jackson was a graduate of Harvard University's MBA program. An African-American couple that fulfilled its dream of education, professional success, home ownership and marital happiness. So much for the stereotype of the Black American family as poverty-stricken, violently unstable, fatherless and doomed. Adam Warsaw adored his parents. When he came home and watched them dancing together to old school music, he pretended to be embarrassed but he was actually happy for them. He hoped that when he reached their age, he would have someone who loved him just as passionately. He wasn't that good with women. Adam Warsaw looked like Taye Diggs, but inside he felt more like Steve Urkel. After all, he was studying civil engineering in school these days.

Adam Warsaw was goal-oriented and ambitious, but his social life was in dire straits. The problem was that most of the young women he knew in high school or college weren't impressed with a decent young Black man who was polite, friendly and treated women with respect. Several of the Black girls at his college told him flat out that he wasn't thuggish enough for them. Most Black women in colleges and universities across North America either dated thuggish Black men or rich White men. Adam Warsaw wasn't a thuggish Black guy or a rich White guy. He was something young Black women didn't know existed. A decent, college-educated, church-going, disease-free, totally heterosexual and law-abiding, single Black male. No brats. No rap sheet. No STDs. No baby mamas. No ex-wife. Yeah, Black women wouldn't know what to do with a brother like him because they didn't know his kind existed. That's why when Morgan Finkelstein showed an interest in him, he went for it. And look where it got him. Sitting in his living room, drunk, Adam wondered why in hell he was born. From now on, he would only date Black women. The next day, Adam approached a young woman named Evelyn Brownstone. A tall, gorgeous young Jamaican woman. They began hanging out, and Adam resolved to make her his lady and never look at another white female again.

Halfway around the world, another soul felt the same way. For different reasons. Lilith Pinkerton sat at the dinner table inside her parents mansion in the City of Johannesburg, in the Gauteng region of the Republic of South Africa. If only her father Wilhelm Pinkerton could see the irony. The stocky, flame-haired older white male was foaming at the mouth. He'd been incensed ever since he saw his daughter Lilith kissing a handsome young Zulu guy named Andile, whom she met at the University of Johannesburg. Lilith had been dating the tall, muscular young Black man for weeks and kept it secret from her family and friends. Even in a liberal place like the University of Johannesburg, the symbol of the racially integrated higher education system of the post-Mandela Republic of South Africa, Black male/White female couples got nasty looks from the haters. And Lilith's father Wilhelm, who once voted in favor of freeing Nelson Mandela and ending Apartheid, was one of those haters. He couldn't stand the thought of his tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed daughter with a Black man.

For the past hour he'd been lecturing her of what he thought of Black male/White female relationships. Until Lilith finally told him to shut up. Enraged, her father smacked her hard across the face. Lilith spat on his face, then stormed off to her room. Her father sat down and got drunk. The next day, he turned Lilith's world upside down. He decided to ship her to her aunt Nadine Pinkerton's place. Lilith's eyes widened when she heard that. For her aunt Nadine Pinkerton lived in the City of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. In the United States of America. As far from the City of Johannesburg, South Africa, as one could get. Lilith begged her father not to send her away. That only strengthened his resolve. And thus, Lilith Pinkerton was shipped to New England. Her transcripts were faxed from the University of Johannesburg in provincial Gauteng, South Africa, to Bridgewater State College in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. The young South African woman began her new life in New England with all the enthusiasm a condemned soul shows in the gallows. 

Lilith Pinkerton experienced a world of change and confusion at Bridgewater State College in Massachusetts. The school was fairly diverse, and the school president was a Black man with a funny name. Lilith noticed quite a few interracial couples among the student body. Lots of white guys with Chinese ladies. A few Black women with white men and Hispanic guys. By far, the most common interracial couples were Black men and white women. Wow. Lilith went to her civil engineering classes, and ran into the most beautiful man she'd seen in a long time. He was tall and fine and Black. Sexier than Tyson Beckford. Only he wore nerdy glasses. And he walked around with a tall, big-bottomed Black woman who had a permanent scowl on her face. Typical Black American female. Lilith asked the portly white gal next to her about the hot couple. The chick told her that Adam Warsaw and Eve Brownstone were bona-fide Black Royalty on campus. The ultimate power couple. The smartest guy in the civil engineering department and the school's top female athlete. For Evelyn was the captain of the Bridgewater State College women's basketball team. Lilith absorbed all that, and decided Adam Warsaw would be hers.

Over the next few weeks, Lilith Pinkerton tried to find out as much as she could about Adam Warsaw. Until finally they met in class. He was friendly but reserved. She sensed there was something there. However, she didn't know what. One day, she watched him and Evelyn have an argument. In a fit of anger, Evelyn smacked Adam so hard the sound was heard several feet away. Adam stood there, stunned. Evelyn spat on him in anger and walked away. Lilith's eyes widened. She'd seen angry women taking their frustration out on boyfriends before but this chick was crazy. After making sure Evelyn Brownstone was gone, Lilith Pinkerton approached Adam. He just stood there like a zombie. Evelyn knew how he felt. Humiliated. Hurt by someone he cared about. She totally understood. Her dad smacked her all the time back in metropolitan Johannesburg, South Africa. Adam stared coldly at the tall, blonde-haired white woman who asked him if he was alright. Of course he wasn't fucking alright. He just his ass handed to him by his woman. What the fuck?

Lilith Pinkerton gently touched his face, remarked he had a bruise and told him to report it to the school authorities. Adam glared at her. What was she smoking? Men who reported receiving abuse from women weren't taken seriously by the authorities. Male victims of domestic or relationship violence got no help from anyone. That's life. Adam sighed, and told her he had to go. Lilith suddenly grabbed his arm, and told him she would be there if he needed help. Then she thrust a paper into his coat pocket. It was a flyer with the words "Domestic Violence Awareness Training" on it. Adam started crumpling it but for some reason he kept it. He watched Lilith as she walked away. Man, who was this chick? That night when he got home he saw that he got several angry messages on his phone from Evelyn. However, he had to get away from her. Reluctantly he approached Lilith the next day at school and asked her what he should do. Lilith smiled at him and told him he had done the right thing by isolating himself from Evelyn Brownstone. And then she told him what to do. Adam found himself fascinated by Lilith and the things she told him. According to her, domestic violence was a human issue instead of a gender issue. Men and women could be victims of it. Adam was stunned when Lilith told him that one third of victims from domestic violence-related homicides were male. Wow. 

Lilith Pinkerton sat across from Adam Warsaw inside the cafeteria. He'd volunteered to help her distribute the flyers about the Awareness program after she helped him. Of course, people at school speculated about his breakup with Evelyn Brownstone. Evelyn's posse of Black girls shot murderous looks at Adam when they saw him talking to Lilith, a white lady. Adam shrugged. To hell with them. He shook Lilith's hand, and thanked her for being his friend. At that precise moment, Evelyn Brownstone strode into the cafeteria and saw them. A sharp scream escaped her lips and she walked up to them. Adam froze. Oh, man. This wasn't good. Evelyn came to their table and started shouting at him and Lilith. Amazingly, Lilith looked Evelyn straight in the eye and told her to shut up. When Evelyn scoffed, Lilith told her that as a proud female Afrikaner, she wasn't scared of angry Black women. When Evelyn rose her hand to smack her, Lilith beat her to the punch. Literally. Lilith smacked Evelyn hard across the face. Everybody in the cafeteria gawked. Lilith eyed the shocked Evelyn coldly, and then Evelyn walked away.

Adam Warsaw breathed a sigh of relief. Lilith Pinkerton smiled at him, satisfied with herself. Adam squeezed her hand in his, and called her his hero. Lilith smiled, then promptly kissed him on the lips. Later, they walked out of the Bridgewater State College cafeteria hand in hand. What a pair they made. The school's newest Ass Kicker and her new man. Lilith Pinkerton looked at her new guy, and smiled. Tall, intelligent, and definitely going places. African-American masculinity at its best. She blushed as Adam gently kissed her hand, and mouthed yes when he asked her to be his lady. With their heads held high they strode through campus, catching everybody's eyes everywhere they went. No mistake about it. They ran the school.



For Your Eyes Only



Sunday

Violet sighed as she put away the picture. It showed some of the cheerleaders but was centered on one in particular. Violet had taken the picture herself during a game, at the time she had told herself it was to help her practice what she wanted to say to the girl. And she did do that sometimes, but mostly she just stared at it for a minute before going to bed. And always she promised herself that tomorrow was the day she was going to talk to her.

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And every day she broke that promise because in her heart she already knew Rebecca wasn't interested in girls that way. And even if she was, she would certainly not be interested in a social hermit like Violet. Violet wasn't ugly but she didn't have shining red hair like Rebecca nor breasts as full as Rebecca's were. Violet's were barely a handful while Rebecca's were more than a handful. Yeah, she was a breast-girl.

She steeled herself to finally say goodbye to the fantasy. Tomorrow she would throw away this picture and then she might finally accept that Rebecca was out of her league. With another sigh she put away the picture and went to sleep, looking straight through the entity that had been observing her bedtime ritual with interest. 

It seemed to consider something for a moment and then dove to the girl, right into her head.

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Violet suddenly found herself in a hallway of her high school, an empty one. Not too far from her she saw Rebecca in a cheerleader uniform that was a little too small for her. She was also acting shier than she normally did, casting her sea-green eyes downwards. Looking down her own body she noticed she was wearing clothes she would never wear in real life.

Leather pants that hugged her body combined with a top that left her midriff bare and did its best to make the most of her modest assets. Her hair wasn't straight but wavy and combed back instead of partially hiding her face. It had to be a dream and she thought she recognized this particular fantasy as a favorite of hers. But she had never been aware that she was dreaming before.

Nevertheless, she was about to step towards dream-Rebecca to get the fantasy rolling when a voice stopped her. A man's voice.

"Well, she certainly is a looker. But the picture already gave that away." Violet spun around and came face to face with something that looked like a man. He wore a brown trenchcoat, had black hair and fair skin. He actually looked like a pleasant fellow except for the eyes. Those eyes were orbs of the purest black. Violet didn't actually get an evil vibe from him, just a non-human one.

"Who am I, you ask." The man continued in that same pleasant voice tinged with humor. "Well, I don't really have a name but you can call me Jack."

Violet finally found her own voice. "Why am I dreaming about you?"

"Because I went inside your pretty, little head of course. I was looking for my next meal when I came across you." And he impishly pointed at Violet.

But being described as a meal wasn't 

doing her peace of mind any good. This could of course be a nightmare but somehow, in the same manner that she knew that "Jack" wasn't human, she knew it wasn't. "You want to eat me?"

Jack's smile made her realize the other meaning of that phrase which got her blushing. "In a way," he said and hopped onto a desk. Suddenly Violet realized she was sitting in a school desk herself and that they were now in a classroom. "You see, I am what they call a pleasure demon. I eat human pleasure, sexual pleasure in particular, it's what empowers me and keeps me alive."

"But demons don't exist," Violet blurted out. "It's just superstition and make-believe."

Jack now looked thoughtful. "Well, I have been out of the loop for a few centuries. Only got out again a few months back. And by the way, I do love what your race did with the place. Anyway, demons are real and you are talking to one right now. Just be glad it's me and not one of the others cause most of the others aren't as pleasant as my kind."

There really wasn't any use going against cast-iron logic like that so Violet didn't even try. "Fine, you're a demon. What exactly do you want from me?"

Jack smiled again. "As I said, I want pleasure. Yours and that of others. I could just hover around and lap up the scraps but I have found that my meals are a lot bigger not to mention tastier when I have a human filtering it for me. I could just possess you, but that would be an uncomfortable experience for the both of us. Instead, I would like to bond with you for a short while."

"Oh, goody. I have been upgraded from meal to filter." Violet deadpanned.

Jack chuckled. "Think of me as a symbiont, I take but I also give. For example, I can enhance the pleasure you and those around you experience. Not to mention that you get certain enhancements while I reside within you."

"I think you need to do a little more research, Jack. I'm still a virgin and I don't see that changing anytime soon." 

"And what if I offer you the object of your affections?" Jack asked.

Violet was weary. "What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"What I said, I can give her to you. I can influence the emotions of other humans; I could make her want you. That wouldn't last for long though. But I can arrange for something more permanent. Over the centuries I have picked up a few tricks here and there. Are you interested?"

Violet's thoughts were frantic as she imagined the possibilities. But she wasn't ready to say yes, yet. There were still some concerns and her conscience had some conditions as well. "And what exactly happens to my soul if I say yes?"

Jack got an annoyed look at hearing that question. "Why do you humans always ask me about that. What would I do with a soul for the love of...." He took a deep breath. "I deal with minds and spirits, nothing more. Your soul is just that, your soul. I don't want it and I don't know if souls exist anymore than you do."

"I do have a condition. I don't want Rebecca if she doesn't feel anything for me. I don't want to force her into something she would be unhappy with."

Jack tilted his head as he regarded her for a moment. "I think I get it. How about this, we see if she is willing even if it's suppressed and non-specific. If she really doesn't feel any attraction to girls whatsoever we just don't bother her. But I hope you would consider having some fun with someone else in that case. No need to deny yourself all the pleasures in life because your love goes unrequited. It's not that uncommon, you know. So, do we have a deal?"

Jack slowly approached her as Violet mulled it over. On the one hand, this could still be all a dream. Or Jack could be tricking her somehow. But on the other hand, what if it was real? Was some chance not better then none at all? 

She took a last look into Jack his eyes, trying to discern if he was as honest as he had sounded. Then she took his hand and shook it. "Deal."

Monday

Violet woke up feeling well rested. She stretched herself with a feline grace she hadn't possessed the day before and then looked at her alarm clock. She did a double take when she saw how early it was as she had never woken up at the crack of dawn before. Briefly she considered going to sleep again but she felt too full of energy to stay in bed.

As she approached her mirror she started to remember the strange dream she had experienced that night. She checked herself to see if she had changed in any way but couldn't find anything. She checked herself out again, this time slower to appreciate better what she saw. The nightgown wasn't exactly meant to make her look sexy but she didn't think she looked that bad after all.

Very little fat, fair skin and with raven-black hair she wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination. She just needed to do something about how she presented herself. 'Yes', she thought as her right hand began to trace the contours of one of her breasts. 'I just need to love myself more, nothing wrong with a little self-loving to get others to love you.' She finished that thought with a pinch of her turgid nipple which elicited a small gasp.

It also broke her out of the unusual train of thought she was having. She rarely masturbated and never in the morning while standing in front of the mirror. Her hand stopped and her reflection got an annoyed look. A look that wasn't matched on Violet's own face. Then her reflection changed as its eyes turned into black orbs and its nails became blood red.

"Well, aren't you a party-pooper." Her reflection told her.

This turn of events confused Violet of course. "Who, what?"

Her reflection rolled its eyes. "It's me, Jack. I know you remember the deal we made last night."

"Am I going nuts?" Violet asked herself.

Her reflection got a puzzled look. "Were you sane to begin with? For that matter, is there a single human that is actually sane? Don't get me wrong, I like your race but all of you have these silly hang-ups. And the ones that don't are more scary than any demon I have ever heard of. Oh, and you might want to start thinking to me instead of talking. We don't want other people to start thinking we're nuts now do we?"

'So it was real? I really got a demon inside me now?' Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. 'Was that you egging me on to finger... I mean masturbate in front of the mirror?'

Her reflection smiled saucily. "Masturbate is such a clinical description for something so pleasurable as diddling yourself." Jack got serious, a little bit anyway. "It's part of the package. I get rid of the guilt for you, the subconscious part of it anyway. As you noticed, your conscious mind is still in the driver seat and untampered. That's why you stopped before things got really interesting." 

Jack continued. "It only applies to those silly sexual hang-ups I was talking about earlier. You can still distinguish right from wrong, even better then before if I do say so myself. I mean, what is wrong with some 'self-loving'?" The grin her reflection was now showing was positively wicked.

Violet blushed again as she remembered her earlier thoughts and realized she had had an audience. She got scarlet as this realization actually turned her on a little. She forcefully changed the topic. 'The deal was that you could get me Rebecca. But you never said how?'

Her reflection smiled knowingly, showing that Jack knew exactly what she had been thinking. But Jack played along anyway. "Right you are, we better start with the preparations for that anyway." 

And with those words Violet's body suddenly turned around and headed towards her computer, without any prompting from Violet herself. "What the hell are you doing?" Violet asked frantically. In her panic she even forgot she only had to think the question.

"Holding up my part of the bargain of course," Jack innocently explained. "I could teach you how to do this but that could take ages and since somebody isn't comfortable with giving herself some pleasure I want to get this show on the road. Hence me taking the driver's seat of your body."

'You never told me you could do that?' Violet thought accusingly.

"I didn't? Must have slipped my mind." Jack answered back amused. Meanwhile, the computer had finished booting up and her body began typing and clicking. Violet herself knew a thing or two about computers and even programming but she couldn't follow what her body was doing.

'What exactly are you, we, doing?' Violet inquired.

"It's something a horny wizard discovered back in what is called the Dark Ages these days. He wanted to bed a lot of lovely lasses but couldn't be bothered to gather the ingredients he would have needed for a lust potion or spell. Too much work for him and potions are used up, spells get depleted. So he devised something that he would only have to create once. He hit upon the idea of modifying a focus pattern."

Violet interrupted him. 'Focus pattern?'

"Wizards use it to focus their minds when they do spells, doing magic requires a different state of mind to channel the energies. And that was what our lazy wizard was after. He wanted to enspell women into a trance so they would follow commands. He figured that if he left these patterns where women would stumble upon them he wouldn't have to go out into the world to catch them, they would come to him."

'Let me guess, he hadn't thought of something?'

Jack chuckled. "Right you are. He littered the forest in which he resided with signs containing these focus patterns. But because most people couldn't read in those days, many of the instructions he put into those patterns just went unheeded. He also forgot about the fathers and husbands of the women he bedded. And that they could follow the directions those signs contained just as well."

'And so all's well that ends well,' Violet finished for him.

"Not for the wizard though," cackled Jack. After his amusement had died down he continued his explanation. "These days however, practically everybody is literate and these handy dandy machines actually make it easier to craft far more intricate patterns. I can put entire phrases into them now, it's just a matter of setting up the program right."

Violet didn't ask any more questions, her mind was too clouded with all the possible scenario's that might become reality very soon.

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Rebecca sauntered down the hallway towards her locker, greeting those that were worth noticing and simply ignoring everybody else. She didn't notice Violet, or that she was subtly different than the Violet that had attended school last Friday. Rebecca barely knew the name of the girl, so why would she notice that Violet was actually wearing make-up today?

She entered her locker's combination with the ease of years of practice and opened it. But then she stopped as she discovered something she hadn't expected in her locker. A folded piece of paper which hadn't been there on Friday. She picked it up and noticed someone had written 'For my love' on it with a marker. 

She had a boyfriend but she didn't see Rick writing any kind of letters. Not that he wasn't a bad boyfriend, he never cheated on her and didn't ogle other women when she was with him. 

She wasn't on the top of the social hierarchy but she was close to the top and with that came certain expectations. Like dating someone that was on the football team and Rebecca had conformed to those expectations without even considering doing something else. It didn't hurt that Rick was one hell of a kisser either. But Rick didn't have a romantic bone in his body so this had to be from someone else.

She looked around to see if she could spot whoever had slipped this into her locker but couldn't spot anybody looking at her in a way that told her he was the writer. She debated just tearing it up but curiosity got the better of her and she folded it open, she would get rid of it after that.

But instead of a poem or a flowery letter she found a mess of lines flowing across each other, written in a script that made it hard to actually read the words. It took her a moment to notice that there was a pattern in the way the words flowed. As she kept looking at it, it dawned on her that it was actually quite beautiful. It must have taken quite a while and some imagination to make something as intricate as this obviously was.

Something in it called to her and instead of tearing it up or throwing it away, she refolded it and put it in her purse. No sooner had she done that or Rick approached her. As always their greeting was an enthusiastic kiss that involved lips and tongues. The kiss was as great as always, but when it was over Rebecca found herself vaguely disappointed. Like there was something more out there for her. Although she couldn't fathom what that something was. 

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Violet had watched with bated breath as Rebecca found the letter. The first letter if everything went well. She had watched as Rebecca opened it and thanks to her improved senses she had been able to see Rebecca's eyes dilate as her mind tried and failed to grasp what she saw. And then she had refolded the letter and had put it in her purse.

'Is that it?' Violet asked her demonic companion.

"That's it," Jack confirmed. "She kept it which means a part of her is indeed interested. Now the real work begins."

'So she will be mine by tomorrow?' Violet couldn't help but let her excitement color her thoughts.

"Patience, Violet." Jack chastised. "No, it's going to take several more letters to get her to the state of mind we want. But the game is most definitely afoot." He finished with glee.

Tuesday

Just like yesterday, and all the schooldays before that, Rebecca walked in and went through the same motions as she had done on those other days. The only difference was that today she was curious about what she might find or not find in her locker. Had her secret admirer left her another of his enigmatic works?

She had spent some time last night looking at the letter and she still hadn't been able to understand its exact meaning. She couldn't even remember how it looked exactly, only that it was beautiful and the knowledge that it had been crafted for her. That wasn't a deduction but a feeling she had gotten after staring at it for an hour.

She opened her locker and was pleased to find another letter. It meant someone was making an effort for her. This letter also had something written on it with a marker. This time it simply read 'Rebecca'. Not very romantic but it wasn't repetitive either. She folded it open and encountered the same flowing script that snaked its way across the paper.

She had learned from the previous letter and didn't try to actually read or follow the words. She took a mental step backwards and just appreciated the overall picture the words wove. This time, the feeling that this work of art had been made specifically for her hit her almost right away. This time she also got a soothing impression from it and she relaxed muscles she hadn't known were knotted up.

The letter left her with a smile, even though it hadn't said anything. It seemed to Rebecca that whoever made these letters must be a caring person. More caring then her boyfriend anyway, who was now approaching her. Rick was going to kiss her, exactly like he always did. And then he would ask her about her plans for the day, exactly like he always did.

If he really cared about her he would go for a little variety now and then. 'I have a neck that is just as kissable dammit and would it hurt for him to ask how I am instead of what I am going to do.' She thought indignantly. 'Rick just doesn't have any imagination, unlike a certain somebody.'

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Her mysterious secret admirer was also the main thing on her mind during lunch. She hadn't told anybody else about the letters because then they would want to see them. And they were made for her and her alone; no one else had any right to see them. She talked to her friends on autopilot while she set her mind to work on who was making these letters.

Rebecca wasn't just beautiful; she had a brain as well and knew how to use it. From the paper of the two letters and what little she could remember of the contents itself she figured the letters had been made on a computer. And she doubted you could make something like these letters on a standard word processor, which meant the guy had to know something about computers.

Another thought hit her. She was assuming it was a guy, but it could be a girl too. There was something exciting about that thought. She looked around and her eyes fell on Cynthia, who was standing up to bring away her empty tray. Of Rebecca's friends it was Cynthia who was doing the best in computerclass. She watched her go, her eyes drifting to her butt.




For Your Eyes Only



'I wouldn't mind it if she was sending me the letters.' Rebecca mused. Then she realized she was checking out another girl. 'I've never done that before, have I? I mean, not that there is anything wrong with it. Girls are beautiful and there is nothing wrong with appreciating beauty. Like those letters.' Satisfied with her reasoning she turned her attention to whatever her friends were talking about. 

Things would have been even more perfect if Rick hadn't been crowding her. His presence kept her from fully appreciating all the beauty around her.

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Rebecca was examining the letters one last time before going to sleep. She had put the two letters next to each other on the bed and was alternately looking at one and then the other. The first letter was definitely evoking a different blend of feelings than the other. But both had that same indefinable quality that made it impossible for her to get her mind around whatever message they held.

With care she folded the pieces of paper and hid them well. She didn't want anybody else to see them. And then she went to sleep.

Some time during the night she began to dream. She was lying on something soft, a bed. And there was someone else with her too. A warm body with soft skin that was slick with sweat. That body was slipping and sliding against her own. The friction was delicious and the mouth sucking on her pulse point had her mewling like a pussycat.

But she wasn't just a passive participant. Her hands firmly gripped the other's butt, squeezing it and pressing their bodies more firmly against each other. 

Because of the intensity and variety of sensations she only slowly began to realize that the body above her was feminine. But she couldn't care less as she felt the culmination of their actions approach. Their mouths found each other as they cried out in orgasm.

In the real world, Rebecca joined in with a groan as she came. It wasn't enough to wake her up so she simply turned around as her dream-self coaxed her unseen lover into a second round.

Wednesday

Today, Violet didn't stay to watch Rebecca open her letter. She didn't want to risk Rebecca noticing she was always there when she found them. Violet wondered what Rebecca would think of what she had written on the letter today. She was pretty certain Rebecca would put one and one together when she read 'May this' on today's letter.

That little puzzle was Violet's touch, 

she knew how much Rebecca liked puzzles. 

So far Jack had kept quiet during school hours, but he finally spoke up during gym class. "Did you know Daphne and Isis were a couple?" The bastard had timed the comment to happen just before she had to dodge a ball. It hit her instead so now she was out of the game. She actually liked dodgeball, there was just something about seeing all those girls jumping and bending in an effort not get hit that appealed to her.

Violet knew better than ask if he was talking about the only Daphne and Isis she knew. 'How do you figure that?' she asked instead.

"Hello, empath here. Influencing emotions without actually seeing them would be like cooking without taste buds. A recipe for disaster. That and I read their body language. It's a little more pronounced now because they are feeling frisky. No doubt about it, they are lovers," Jack concluded.

Violet observed the two surreptitiously. 'That does give me some new fantasy material. But why did you bring it up now?'

"Because now that you have me, you can make your fantasies reality." Jack said in a seductive voice. Violet froze, her mind blank. "Gym class is about to end and it is the last class of the day. It wouldn't be difficult to arrange some alone time for the three of you." 

Violet swallowed, she was tempted. Both girls were gorgeous and the knowledge that Rebecca was responding had gotten her very worked up. 'But what about afterwards? If they love each other a stunt like that might ruin their relationship.'

"Oh, they are not in love. They are just friends who like to get physical. To them it would just be another experience and you don't need to worry about them talking about it with others. I get the impression they are keeping the exact nature of their relationship a secret from their friends, especially Daphne's boyfriend."

Now Violet was sorely tempted. But a new roadblock cropped up when her eyes found Rebecca talking to Cynthia. 'I couldn't', Violet concluded. 'I don't want to cheat on Rebecca.'

"You wouldn't be cheating on her," Jack pointed out. "Right now, she still has a boyfriend and you aren't in a relationship with her. You're busy changing that but right now you two aren't together. Cheating would be doing something like this when you two are together and then not inviting her to join in."

A smile tugged at Violet's mouth at that last statement. 'Why do I get the impression you aren't just looking to give me a good time.'

"Because I never said I wouldn't get anything out of this," Jack shot back equally amused. "I've always been honest about what I was. And since a certain somebody refuses to give herself some pleasure, I am looking for other opportunities."

Violet didn't respond right away. 'Okay, you can set it up but I am still not sure about it. How about I just watch. You can feed if I am close enough, right?'

Jack didn't hesitate. "Done. The girls will start to feel a need to hurry up and leave the building while our two lovelies will get an extra dose of the hornies." Jack explained.

'Is it that simple?' Violet wondered.

"Yes and no," Jack admitted. "The teacher is actually the most difficult. I have to make her apathetic enough that she won't bother to check if everybody has left before she leaves. But I also have to ensure she'll feel a little forgetful so she won't lock the door. But it's doable."

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Violet watched with trepidation as everyone around her was hurrying up to get changed so they could leave. None of them bothered to hit the showers first. Jack seemed to have been right on the money on how easy this would be. Violet herself was still debating about whether to join in on the activities she was about to witness.

She had wanted her first time with a woman to be with Rebecca. Jack however had pointed out what a fiasco her first and only kiss had been. He had argued that her first time with Rebecca would be special regardless of what experiences she had before that. The only difference would be in how enjoyable their first time would be. Violet hadn't been able to find a good counter-argument after that.

It didn't mean that Jack had swayed her, just that she was still thinking it over. She heard the shower starting up as the last girl left the locker room. Violet stood up and moved to the showers as silently as she could. She had a towel wrapped around her torso in case anybody was still lingering around.

What she saw when she finally reached the showers stole her breath away. Isis and Daphne had already started, apparently not caring that they could be caught. Both of them were under the waterspray, busily devouring each other's mouths. Daphne's dark blond hair and pale complexion formed a sharp contrast with Isis her brown hair and bronzed skin. 

Daphne's tits were markedly bigger as well as rounder than Isis's teardrop shaped ones. Their hands were stroking their counterparts' backs, sometimes wandering lower to squeeze a butt cheek. And both of them were totally oblivious to the fact that they now had a spectator.

Violet had thought that when this moment came she would have to make a hard choice. That she would be torn about what to do. But now she found that the decision was obvious. She stepped forward, dropping the towel. She walked almost dream-like, her blood pounding in her ears. She didn't know what their reaction would be but she wasn't concerned. She was in control after all.

The two girls were in arm's reach of Violet before they noticed they had company. Both of them parted reluctantly as they stared at Violet, realizing they had been caught. Then they both looked away, their flushed cheeks growing even redder. The symmetry of their actions made Violet smile.

Violet's left arm languidly moved forward to cup Isis's face and turned it towards her own. With an equally slow move she closed the last few inches separating them before kissing her on the lips. In the back of Violet's mind, Jack was giving her suggestions in a seductive whisper.

Isis didn't resist at all but shortly after their tongues had come into play Violet moved away to turn her attention to Daphne. She had been watching them kiss with an open mouth, her eyes shining with excitement. This time Violet pulled the girl to her, but the kiss itself was just as sweet as the one she had just shared with Isis.

Isis herself wasn't idle either and had begun attacking her neck, her left hand unerringly finding one of Violet's breasts. Nobody was speaking which suited Violet just fine. She was afraid that would shatter whatever had come over these two lovely ladies.

Violet now dragged them down till they were all kneeling, she did this so she could start exploring Daphne's magnificent tits in comfort. It was the first time Violet had a breast to play with that wasn't her own and she was loving it. She could taste the water from the shower on her skin as well as a hint of something uniquely Daphne's.

She slowly moved down from the top of the breast, gasping midway as Isis had switched from sucking her pulse point to tonguing a stiff nipple. Violet herself speeded up her journey downward in response, mimicking what Isis was doing to her on Daphne.

Daphne herself was cooing and caressing Violet's head while her other hand was tugging and squeezing the breast that wasn't receiving attention. Suddenly Violet moved her head up and away from Daphne's boob, silencing the disappointed whine Daphne gave in response with another kiss.

Again Violet led the two girls into a change in position. This time she was sitting against the tiled wall with a girl kneeling on either side of her. Isis was still laving her left tit while Violet guided Daphne's head to her right one. She closed her eyes as the double assault hit her, now it was her making approving sounds.

It seemed to take ages before she could force her eyes open again. She looked over at the entrance to the shower and saw something she hadn't expected. Rebecca was watching them.

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Rebecca had felt uncharacteristically helpful at the end of gym class. So she had helped the teacher put everything back in order for tomorrow before she headed into the locker room to change. She had noticed that the teacher had left right away instead of waiting for everybody to leave so she could close off, but didn't think anything of it.

In the locker room she found that everybody seemed to be in a hurry, most of her friends were already gone and the few girls that remained were almost ready to go too. She thought about asking one of them to stay but decided she could use the solitude.

She had welcomed today's letter, but not her boyfriend who had come on the heels of reading it. She had looked at Rick and realized that she couldn't remember why they were together. She must have had her reasons for that at the time but now it seemed to her they were together simply because they were together.

And that just wasn't enough anymore for Rebecca. She didn't need a man to feel good about herself. It also didn't help that she had spent the night before having passionate dreams about a faceless woman. Even now the memory of those dreams got her excited. So Rebecca had come to the conclusion that she needed to break up with Rick. 

But she didn't want to hurt his feelings too much so now she was contemplating how to go about that. On autopilot she wrapped a towel around herself and proceeded to shrug off her underwear. She was so in thought that she didn't notice the sound of the water hitting the tiles until she was almost at the showers. But a pleasure-filled sigh did wake her up from her internal reverie.

Cautiously she looked around the corner to see if she was right about what was going on in the showers. But what she saw was far more then her imagination had conjured up based on that single sigh. Instead of catching a single girl fingering herself she was witness to three girls pleasuring each other.

Two of the girls she recognized as they were friends of her, albeit not good friends. The third she only vaguely recalled as being called Violet, a shy loner with whom she shared several classes. Apparently Violet blossomed after school was out.

Rebecca couldn't tear her eyes away from the beautiful sight. Nor could she stop her own right hand as it drifted upward to caress her own breast in sympathy. With a mind of its own that hand discarded the towel so it could manipulate her stiff nipple more directly. Her other hand was stroking her stomach, dipping ever lower.

Rebecca watched as the girls changed position and Violet became the focus of attention. The gentle yet firm way Violet guided Daphne turned her on. As Violet closed her eyes, apparently overwhelmed by the pleasure, Rebecca finally let her left hand dip into her weeping pussy. She was afraid of making too much noise and interrupting the girls so she remained standing, the tiled wall supported her increasingly weak legs.

She didn't even stop when Violet opened her eyes and caught Rebecca watching them. But Violet didn't warn the others, only the flare of lust in her eyes gave away she had actually spotted Rebecca. That look in turn stoked Rebecca's own lust and she had to bite her lip to stay quiet.

Violet kept looking at her as she directed Isis and Daphne lower. She opened her legs to accommodate the two girls as they went to work on her shaven haven. Rebecca's excitement went up another notch or two as she realized the situation she was in. She was putting on a show for a girl while that girl was being pleasured by two other hot chicks. 'Fuck, that's hot,' Rebecca thought.

'Is she imagining I am one of those girls? Or maybe Violet's fantasizing about me joining in, taking one of those little nipples in my mouth. Letting my tongue play with it before softly biting it...' This torrent of thought, combined with what she was seeing as well as her own fingers were swiftly building up her pleasure to a crescendo.

Staying silent while the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced rampaged through her mind and body was the hardest thing Rebecca ever had to do. With the aftershocks coursing through her she witnessed Violet climax. She of course didn't have to keep quiet and the sound almost seduced Rebecca in to a second round.

But a more rational part of her prevailed and she stalked away. She would take a shower at home, a very long shower.

Thursday

"I didn't see this coming," Cynthia confided to Rebecca. Beside her, Daphne and Jenny nodded their agreement.

"I've actually been thinking about it for a while. I didn't mean to do it like that though. I honestly don't know where that came from," Rebecca confessed. But it was a lie, Rebecca did know.

Part of it was what had happened yesterday. What she had seen and done in the locker room had burned itself into her memory. And it set her on fire every time she let herself dwell on it. At home she had pleasured herself twice more, the last time she had even whispered Violet's name as she came.

Even her examination of the letter she had received that day had led her to reliving the event. And her dreams were not safe either. In one dream she replaced Daphne and Isis and was she the one sucking on Violet's clit. In another Violet had beckoned her to come over and she had. Crawling on all fours like a tiger until she reached the trio and dove into the orgy.

Luckily those dreams also seemed to have quenched some of the fire otherwise she might have had to forgo underwear today. 'Not that there would be anything wrong with that,' she mused. 'It would provide easy access for one.'

Today's letter had also helped, although in a different manner. Today's letter had 'Open' written on it, which confirmed to Rebecca that those words would form a message. She was curious about the next words, what exactly did she need to open? The piece she had gazed at today was again different, this time it had a more tribal feel to it.

As she looked at it, she felt the irregular throbbing the shower incident had provoked steady into a calm drum. She made peace with what happened yesterday and the guilt of seeing something so private receded from her mind. Which got rudely interrupted by her ex-boyfriend. She had exploded, figuratively anyway, something she almost never did.

Instead of breaking up in private and getting Rick to understand they had simply grown apart she had done it right there in the hallway. Without an explanation to boot, just told him they were through and then she had turned around and got her books out of her locker.

Which led her to being comforted by a couple of her friends during lunch hour. She still couldn't decide whether it was a positive thing that Daphne was among them. On the one hand, every time Rebecca looked at her she remembered the shower incident. On the other, every time she looked at Daphne she remembered the shower incident.

And speaking of the shower incident, she noticed Violet entering the room. Rebecca didn't dare to let her eyes linger on her. But even that quick look gave her the impression that Violet looked different today. Her posture seemed more confident and while yesterday she seemed to hide behind her hair like a mouse, today it just gave her an air of mystery.

Rebecca looked at Daphne and she knew when the other girl spotted Violet. She got this half-smile hinting at something deliciously wicked. It was only there for a moment but Rebecca had seen it. 'I wonder how long they were at it?' she thought. 'And for that matter, when this got started?' It was obvious they had done this before. It had all looked too natural to be the first time.

"You wouldn't happen to have your eye on someone else?" Cynthia asked her pulling her from her musings.

Rebecca smiled. "No, I just didn't see a point in being with him anymore. So if you have anybody in your sights, don't worry about competition from me." She squeezed Cynthia's knee for emphasis. Then she looked around. "And don't any of you get ideas about hooking me up either. I can find someone by myself." Or maybe a certain somebody would now step forward since she had become officially available.

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Violet entered the cafeteria and quickly spotted the little group around Rebecca. Once she had gotten home, Violet had sat herself down for a good, long talk with Jack. The pleasure demon had admitted to setting things up so that Rebecca would catch them, but had vigorously denied having anything to do with Violet's decision to join in with Isis and Daphne.

"Speaking of Daphne, it seems she remembers yesterday's activities with fondness." Jack remarked with some smugness. 

'I would think so,' Violet thought back as she navigated the room. 'I don't think she stopped moaning the entire time we went down on her.' Not that Violet found anything to complain about that, the sound had been undeniably sexy and so was her pussy. 

There had been some awkwardness afterwards though. Neither Isis nor Daphne knew how to break the silence and Violet herself had been to busy basking while she dressed. But it had been her who had broken the silence, even if it was simply to say goodbye to them. It appeared to have been the right thing to do.

As she took a seat and started to dig into her food her thoughts turned to the events of this morning. 'Strange,' she thought. 'I've been fantasizing about sweeping Rebecca off her feet for years. And yet I never spared a thought for her boyfriend. Not that it matters anymore, he is definitely out of the picture now.'




For Your Eyes Only



Which was another topic she had confronted Jack about, this time during first period. She had asked if Jack had slipped in some instructions to Rebecca to dump her boyfriend. Jack had denied the accusation and maintained he had kept to the inspiration he had gotten out of Violet's addition to the letters. Violet hadn't pressed the point, she really couldn't give a damn about the now ex-boyfriend. Rebecca could do better was Violet's opinion.

And yesterday had shown Violet that she too had choices. Her first time had gone a lot better than she could have dreamt. And afterwards she had felt different, more comfortable in her own skin. More confident too and that was fine with her, the time of blending into the background was about to end anyway.

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'There definitely is a tribal feeling coming from this one,' Rebecca concluded. 'I can practically hear the drums.' She could feel her right hand beginning to tap a rhythm of its own accord. Tomorrow, she would hopefully get another one. It would have to last her the weekend unless the author was going to slip them into her mailbox.

As she closed her eyes, she summed up another benefit from these letters. Since she had gotten them, she had absolutely no problem falling asleep.

It was the sound of drums that woke Rebecca. As her mind shrugged off the last vestiges of sleep her nose was assailed by the scent of burning wood. A scent that was almost drowned out by the rich smell of the rainforest. She could feel the ropes around her legs and wrists that positioned her into a spread-eagled position with her arms stretched out to the sides.

She was lying on the ground, the humid heat caressing her naked skin. And it wasn't the only thing touching her skin. There were delicate fingers tracing lines across her skin, she could feel the trails they left. Obviously they were finger-painting her body, although the paint left her feeling strange. It seemed to heat her body, in a good way. 

Rebecca opened her eyes and saw that it was three women who were doing the painting. They were older, but still looked good. And they didn't have a stitch on them. Apparently they had been nearly finished when she came to, because they stood up and left. Rebecca felt strangely disappointed about that, they had carefully missed all of her more sensitive areas. 

And it wasn't because they didn't know what they were doing. The pattern they had painted on her seemed to be pointing at all her good spots. The paint was turning her on, but it wasn't enough to do anything more than making her antsy.

In an attempt to distract herself she looked around to see where she was. There was a fire somewhere above her head, she couldn't see well into that direction. But in every other direction she spotted women staring at her. It seemed she was going to be the main attraction tonight.

The signal that whatever was going on was now beginning were the drums, they began to beat in a more intricate and faster rhythm. A young woman came dancing from the direction of the fire. She, unlike everybody else, was wearing a mask with feathers streaming out of it. The mask only covered the areas around the eyes and her forehead. Like Rebecca she was sporting an intricate painting on her body and nothing else.

Her skin was pale and her body was slender with round, perky breasts. The masked woman was dancing in tune with the drums in an ever tightening circle around Rebecca. Rebecca couldn't tear her eyes away from the dancer. Her heart began to pound in the rhythm that the woman was setting with her wild yet sensuous dance.

Rebecca was looking down her own body when the masked woman suddenly stopped facing Rebecca's feet. The drums changed their tune at the same time, going for a slow rhythm again. The painted woman now slowly approached her in a crouch. She didn't seem to have exerted herself with that energetic dance, Rebecca on the other hand had only seen it and that was enough for her to take deep breaths.

As the dancer stepped between Rebecca's legs she extended her arms to the side and began sliding her fingers across Rebecca's skin. Her hands went faster than the rest of her body and her fingers had almost finished ghosting over Rebecca's stomach when she planted her feet on either side of Rebecca's belly.

The dancer's hands next target was Rebecca's breasts, a brief massage of her nipples elicited Rebecca's first moan. As the hands traveled upwards and then sideways down Rebecca's arms the dancer kneeled. She took care to align their tits so that the stiff nipples dueled with their counterpart if either woman moved.

And it was impossible for Rebecca not to move. The dancer somehow managed to turn even her arms into erogenous zones. She could finally look into the eyes of the masked woman but that only added to the sweet torture. The eyes shone with desire and excitement and Rebecca found them irresistible. 

The hands now traveled back up the way they had come and the dancer finally kissed her. It was only the tip of her tongue and it didn't go past her lips. Rebecca felt the urge to reciprocate but knew that it wasn't time yet for that. Her role for now was to simply endure and enjoy what was being done to her.

The mask came closer as the painted woman began to massage Rebecca's lower lip with her own lips. Rebecca squirmed and took even deeper breaths, forcing their nipples closer together until they poked into each other's breasts. Luckily the dancer didn't linger but with a quick nip at Rebecca's lip traveled down till she reached the right breast of the bound woman.

The masked dancer lavished that breast with the same treatment as she had given to Rebecca's lip, complete with the nip at the end before switching breasts. Meanwhile, her hands were massaging the sides of Rebecca's neck adding to her rising excitement.

Rebecca herself had now reached the point of begging, so desperate was her need to cum. She didn't know how the woman was doing it but Rebecca knew she was responsible for that inability. Except that she couldn't get herself to voice anything but inarticulate sounds of pleasure which meant she couldn't even plead for mercy.

Great was her relief when the masked woman finally left her aching tits alone and began to explore her pussy. A relief that was short-lived as the young woman seemed to be intent on carefully examining every nook and cranny. The result was that Rebecca seemed to crawl towards her orgasm.

Rebecca let her head fall back and tried to focus on the stars. The sensation of being so full of pleasure while looking at those distant points of light was indescribable. She lost all sense of time but after an eternity she became aware that the painted dancer had stopped.

She looked back and met her eyes. Rebecca was on the cusp of oblivion, being kept there by the dancer's hot breath stroking her cunt. The eyes behind the mask told her all she needed to know. If her response was right she would get her reward, otherwise they would be here for a while longer. "Who am I?" the dancer asked.

Rebecca's mind furiously ran through the possibilities, trying to match the dancer's body to someone she knew. But it wasn't the body that gave it away, in the end it was her expressive eyes. She had looked into those eyes before. "Violet." Rebecca whispered reverently.

The chocolate-brown eyes twinkled with approval and humor before disappearing behind the mask for a moment as it was removed. And then she was staring at Violet's unpainted face. "Good girl," Violet crooned to her before diving back between her legs.

Violet quickly sucked her clit into her mouth while her hands began tweaking Rebecca's nipples. But release only came after Violet's teeth began to add pressure on Rebecca's clit. The orgasm was violent, all-consuming and just kept going on and on. Every muscle in her body tensed and she bucked her hips each time a wave of pleasure hit her. Miraculously this didn't throw Violet off and she even managed to keep her assault on Rebecca's clit going.

"Oh Violet." With those words Rebecca finally stopped cumming, her body turned to jelly. She didn't notice that her bonds were cut or that Violet was moving. But she did notice when Violet picked her up in her arms and began to carry her to a hut, barely lit by the roaring fire.

She looked up into Violet's smiling face with a questioning look of her own. It was everything Rebecca could manage in her current state.

"The night is still young," Violet confided to her as she carried her girl inside.

Friday

Rebecca was staring at her locker, already knowing what she would find in it but not at all certain whether she wanted to open this letter. After she had woken up this morning, she had quickly reached a few conclusions. One of them was that the letters were affecting her more than she had thought. She wasn't certain but it looked like they were actually giving her dreams, very hot dreams.

What she didn't know was if Violet was indeed the author or if her mind had come up with a face on its own. She also didn't know if the letters were responsible for her break-up with Rick. She didn't remember feeling so discontented last week. But neither could she remember feeling particularly happy or excited about the guy. From a rational point of view, her decision had been the correct one. But there was still the doubt.

'And it was a silly doubt.' Rebecca thought to herself. 'It's not like those letters can hypnotize me or anything like that. My own imagination just took those letters and the realizations I reached this week and that's what caused those dreams. Catching three hot girls having steamy sex in the gym's shower just put oil on the fire.' Satisfied what that eminently logical explanation Rebecca opened her locker.

As she expected there was a letter waiting for her. 'Your eyes' was written on it. She was feeling a little excited as she picked up the folded piece of paper. Rebecca unfolded it and as she had learned from the previous letters didn't try to actually to understand the letter. "Understanding isn't required, only obedience," Rebecca murmured softly as she took in this latest work.

Rebecca refolded the letter and stashed it away, apparently unaware of what she had just said. She took out the books she needed and almost went to class. But she stopped herself when she saw Violet and remembered she meant to ask her for help with her History homework.

"Hi, Violet." Rebecca greeted her. "Could I ask you for a favor?"

Violet smiled in return. "Sure, you can ask me for anything."

Now Rebecca began to smile. "Great, I could use another perspective on this Restoration business. And since we both have that class and you're a smart, attractive... I mean you're a magnet for ehm, high grades. Am I making any sense here?" Rebecca felt her cheeks heat up as she began babbling.

Violet's expression stayed friendly though and her voice didn't betray that she had heard anything out of the ordinary. "You do, actually. And I would love to help. You can come by my place after dinner, if you don't have any other plans? I'll give you the address." 

Rebecca agreed and wrote down the address after which they parted. In class Rebecca still felt a little nervous. What exactly should she wear tonight? It had to be something classy yet sexy; she wanted to impress Violet.

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That faint feeling of nervousness had solidified into anxiety by the time Rebecca reached Violet's home. 'How stupid could I be?' She berated herself. 'Violet caught me fingering myself while she was getting her pussy eaten out by two girls. Just because she didn't hint at it in public doesn't mean she won't mention it when we are somewhere private.'

Her only consolation was the fact that Violet's parents would be at home too. She didn't exactly now why she was so apprehensive about being alone with Violet. She seemed like a nice girl and judging by Daphne's and Isis's behavior she hadn't ratted her out.

But that wasn't entirely correct, she did have a reason to feel nervous. It took her almost half the day before she realized she hadn't forgotten to ask Violet for help in the first place. Rebecca had no idea where the idea had come from and that scared her.

But here she was. She checked herself over one last time before ringing the bell. With her short, silk skirt, tight top, high-heeled shoes and art-fully applied make-up she was just way too overdressed for a study-date with someone that was barely an acquaintance. Rebecca corrected herself. 'It's not a date.'

Rebecca didn't recognize the woman that opened the door right away. She just looked that different. She wasn't dressed like a kid anymore but as the eighteen-year old woman that she really was. Tight jeans encased her legs while a white blouse drew attention to both the swell of her breasts and her belly-button.

This Violet wasn't hiding behind her hair either, both of her eyes looked straight into Rebecca's own with a confidence the mousy Violet never had. Violet complimented her. "I don't want to state the obvious but you look great Rebecca." 

"Thanks anyway. And you look... different. I'm sorry, but you really do. It suits you though." Rebecca hastened to add.

Violet motioned for Rebecca to enter. "Thanks, I am going for a new look. But I wanted to get comfortable with it first before facing the dreaded opinion of our peers."

As Rebecca went into the house she noted how quiet it was. "Aren't your parents home yet?"

"Oh, they're away on a romantic weekend. It was a spur of the moment thing for them but I can survive a few days without the parental units."

"So, you got the house all to yourself for the weekend?" Rebecca hated the unsure quality that haunted her voice as she asked the question.

Violet smiled impishly. "We got the house all to ourselves." She confirmed. Nothing more was said but Rebecca got some ideas what Violet could do with that unsupervised weekend. Her, Daphne and Isis could have lots of fun. Rebecca was unsure if she was jealous of the fun they could have or jealous of Daphne and Isis.

To keep her mind of those thoughts Rebecca busied herself with getting her notebook out. They could share books so she hadn't brought any with her, then she sat down at the table followed Violet.

"I think you should look at this before we get started," Violet said. Rebecca caught her staring intently at her and then she saw what Violet wanted her to look at. It was a folded piece of paper, exactly like the ones she had been finding in her locker this week.

This all but confirmed that Violet was indeed the mysterious author and Rebecca's fears once more leapt to the forefront. Chief among them the fear that the letters were doing something to her mind. 'What's going to happen after I open this letter?' she wondered.

'Will I fall to my knees and beg her to let me bury my face in her pussy? Maybe it will turn me into some kind of robot, powerless to do anything but pleasure her exactly like she instructs me to. Or it could just put me into some kind of trance, my mind blank and ready to be filled by all kinds of hot, sexy thoughts that she will whisper into my ear.' Those thoughts were turning her pussy into a spring and she instinctively rubbed her thighs together to get a little relief.

With a mind of its own her hand reached out and grabbed the folded letter. She opened it as if she was already in a trance and helplessly stared at what was inside.

'For my love Rebecca, may this open your eyes.' Rebecca read. Relief and disappointment warred within her. Part of her had been turned on by all those scenario's she had imagined. But this was confirmation that it had been Violet that had been sending her the letters.

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Violet looked closely at Rebecca as she read the message. When she was certain Rebecca had absorbed it, she plucked it out of her hands and discarded it onto the table. Then she made another bold move and straddled Rebecca, putting her hands on the chair's back.

"I hope you enjoyed my little gifts," she said throatily. 

Apparently a cat had gotten Rebecca's tongue because she could only nod mutely. 

"Good," Violet continued in that same voice. "I'm sure you're wondering why I sent them? Truth is, I've admiring you from a far for years now. I just felt it was time to get to know you up close and personal."

Rebecca gulped. "What about Isis and Daphne?"

Violet shrugged. "We had fun. You had fun," she added with a meaningful look. "I'm looking for something more and I was hoping I could find that with you. So, my question to you is this. Do you want to get to know me, intimately?"

Rebecca looked into Violet's eyes for what seemed like forever. On Violet's request Jack was keeping quiet, not giving a hint about the answer Rebecca was about to give.

"I..." Rebecca wetted her dry lips. "I am looking for something else too. And I'm wondering if maybe I've found it. I, I would like to find out. With you, together."

Violet's smile at hearing that lit up the room. She didn't know it but Rebecca fell in love with that smile right then and there. "Let's find out," Violet agreed.

Their faces moved closer but Rebecca stopped when Violet asked a seemingly random question. "Do you know what the first thing was that made me fall for you?" Rebecca shook her head in response. 

Violet closed the remaining distance, giving the answer right before their lips met. "Your eyes."

THE END



For Your Eyes Only



You have been in a seminar all day and I've been supervising kids and both of us are looking forward to adult time with some entertainment. This evening you are attending a cocktail party that I am able to slip into with no issues on recognition or questions asked. The crowd will be large and we will most likely go unnoticed. You show up early because it is located in a ballroom at the hotel where you are staying and I am able to get there not long after it has started and do go unnoticed as well. 

You are dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and tie. I show up in the black dress from J. Crew with pearl ear rings and pearl necklace and black high heels. When I show up I scan the room for you but the crowd is too large to begin to even find you. I move about the room and hear your laugh just an ear shot away. When I turn you spot me as well. 

I'm hesitant to just walk up to you so I wait for you to make the first move. When you finally reach me I feel you press your chest and body to my back while your right hand swings around with a class of wine to my right side. When I take it with my left hand I feel you slide your right hand down my right arm and to my waist. Wow. Tingle!! You quickly make a risky move and kiss the back of my neck. I turn to face you and smile. Then you become the effervescent guy that you are and tell me about your day! I share my day and in between you point out different people you know at this function. We find a table and continue to talk about our day and people watch. 

However, soon after sitting down I suddenly begin to feel your right hand under the table move over my knee and rub my thigh. I look over to you and give a look like, what are you up to ....here? No one can really see and you are pretty slick about it. You just smile and wink and I trust my instincts (that would faith in you!! Ha ha) . Your hand slides under the skirt portion of my dress and now the surprise is on you!! No panties..... The look on your face is now priceless!!! We both laugh this time and you say aren't you cold? I smile and say not now!! People start to move around the table so we quit. (I know darn) 

We finish our drinks and decide to blow this pop stand and head out on the town. A late dinner at a Chinese restaurant within walking distance from the hotel is where we decide to eat. Afterwards we head back to the hotel. You've already thought to pick up another bottle of wine and it's in the room. Smiling......As we move to the elevator a couple of people get on with us but eventually we are the only ones on. My turn to make a bold move and I press myself to you and in seconds you have your arms around me caressing my back. I give you a very passionate kiss while your hands press me harder to you. I can feel you are already hard. 

As the elevator door opens we can't get back to the room fast enough. You pour more wine and then proceed to hang up your suit jacket and I kick my heels off. We move toward each other and embrace and linger there for a long time. I kiss your neck and slowly undo your tie. Our mouths meet and seem not to be able pull apart. Your hands explore and caress my back and move down to my ass where you give me a squeeze and I laugh. 

We'll have a small pause in the action for more wine but not for long. Our glasses are quickly finished and put aside and we finish right back to where we left off. We are in a frenzy to get each other undressed. I quickly work at your dress shirt and you help. Pants are next and you slip your hands around me and unzip my dress which falls to the floor. All that is left on me is my black bra which you have off in seconds!!! Now all that is left is the pearl necklace and and pearl ear rings. You tell me how sexy I look and I smile and kiss you again. We are going crazy groping and kissing each other. You slowly kiss your way down my neck a bit and move your soft lips down my chest to my tits where my hard nipples are calling!!! You suck on them gleefully going back and forth until you thrust both into your mouth and I moan with pleasure. 

There's conveniently a mirror in this room and once again we enjoy turning me toward it while you grab my tits and I rub against you reaching behind me to rub your waiting dick. I can't take it any longer and I turn to you and begin kissing my way down your body. Lingering a bit at your nipples and then heading south for your aching cock. You are plenty hard and it's waiting to be sucked dry. Ha ha . I lick the sides of your love stick working my way down your hard shaft giving you soft kisses back down the length of your cock slapping it on my tongue!! 

Then I begin to tease the head of your now throbbing member with my twirling my tongue and you moan!!!!!!! In a raspy voice you tell me to suck you!!!! I obey and take the head of your dick in my mouth and go wild. You are going crazy.........Yesssss, oh Stacey don't stop. Oh God, don't stoooooppppp!!! My tongue dances and teases the head of your dick and you are going wild. I continue to suck you keeping your hardness deep inside my mouth and work my tongue the way you like it. You say I'm going to cum in your mouth nowww!!! And you do. Not to worry. I swallow all of you and you're delighted to say the least. Now it is my turn. 

You gently lifted me up and caress my body.........your touch sends me. No, it really sends me!!! You pull me over to the bed and I lie down. Then with a grin you grab your neck ties and gently tie my wrists to the bed. Afterwards you spread my legs and begin kissing my thighs and work your way up to my now aching pussy!! Your fingers separate my pussy lips and you can feel my silky wetness. You stroke my pussy back and forth and it's my turn to squirm and moan. You tease me with the dance you know I like. I call out for you to eat me!!! You wait some still teasing me with your fingers......Oh my...........you do know how to work me to a frenzy!!!

Soon your face is buried between my legs and your tongue is dancing to a rhythm that is making me crazy too!!!!! My hips start to rock and I want to grab your head and beg for you to untie me.............moaning. I'm breathing hard like when we are on the phone only now you are in the room to enjoy it all!!!!!! 

I come multiple times calling for you not to stop and how great it feels and how great you are!!! You pause and slowly work your way back up to my belly kissing as you go. Now you untie me. You then move your body on top of me as we look into each other's eyes. I feel your hard cock has come back to life and is ready for me to take you into my passion cave. Ohhhhh.........this sensation is unbelievable and long overdue for both of us. 

We start slowly moving back and forth. With each thrust you make I meet you and we are in perfect rhythm. It's not long and we both moan with pleasure. Oh dear Lord!!!!!!!! we cum in tandum. 

When we finish we just lay like this. Both exhausted but renewed. An endorphin release that neither of us has had the pleasure of for a long time!!!! While you lie on top of me I gently caress your back. I don't want this moment to end. As you lift yourself off of me you slide next to me and we smile at each other and kiss again. Incredible, ecstasy, passion that is what we have!!! When we regain our strength we have some more wine and a little more conversation. Then it's lights out where we snuggle until we fall asleep. 

The next morning we begin with a hot steamy shower and ............. I can't wait to soap you up oh what fun!!!!



For Your Eyes Only



This story involves cheating, visual cuckolding, as well as separation of a couple involving an extra marital affair. If you are offended with this type of story go no further, any comments criticising this story on the above points WILL be deleted. 

Thanks go to 'Jill' for first requesting my assistance, for her supplying the idea, plot and direction. Also thanking her, for her support throughout; 

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Hi my name is Ian, 30years old, 5ft 6inches, of slight build. I never had been a well built solid guy; I was also never one for all the muscle or gym, or for building yourself up thing. I was married to a wonderful woman, Jill thirty four years old, and had been for ten years. However that ended almost a month ago. That day had been like any other day in our life together, got u, went to work, left work, arrived home, that's when my world changed forever. 

When I drove up the drive, the first thing I noticed was my wife, Jill's car wasn't there. Nothing out of the ordinary, but usually when she wasn't going to be there she would call me. I let myself into the house, and immediately had a strange feeling something wasn't right. Now I know some will say it's not possible, but it was like I knew something wasn't right. Despite having noticed Jill's car was gone, I called out, "Jill, honey I'm home!" Nothing, "Where are you honey?" still nothing. I began to wander around the house, and started noticing things that were out of place, her shoes were gone from the porch, not just one pair but all of them. Her coats and tops were also missing. 

By now the feeling was one of dread in the pits of my stomach, I felt sick, worried, and desperate, and where was she why hadn't she called. I ran to our bedroom and right away could see her clothes were gone from her drawers, the wardrobe, there was nothing of hers left. I felt physically sick, my mind racing, why? What reason? Where is she? I was in turmoil. I had that fear deep inside that she was gone forever. I began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally I pulled out my phone and rang her number, I listened to the silence as the phone tried to connect, and then I heard it ringing. Running from the bedroom the ringing stopped. I pressed re-dial and once again I heard it ringing, it was coming from the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen half expecting to see her standing there waiting for me. 

Instead there was her phone on the worktop, no Jill, just a phone and an envelope with my name on it, my hands were shaking and I had started to cry again as I picked the letter up. I knew what it was going to say long before I opened it. I just kept looking at it and wandered back through to the lounge in a daze, and that sick feeling was back. Why hadn't I seen the signs, what had I done, why was she doing this, I love her, she knows I love her, I tell her every day. I ripped the top open and sat down I stared at it not believing she had left me, the words were blurred through my tears. Wiping the tears away with my shirt sleeve, I tried to make sense of what I was seeing; 

My Darling Ian, 

I don't know how to say this to your face, so I have taken the easy way out. You deserve better but I just couldn't do it...My mind rushed with thoughts of how moody she had been over the last few days, realising she had been brooding over what to say to me. Through streaming tears I kept reading... I have been having an affair with Dave, the 26 year old guy, who I met at the centre for where I have been helping out, we have been having our affair for the past three months, I am really, really, sorry my dear. I think it was his 'bad boy' image that had appealed to my feminine side. You know what they say dearest all girls like the bad boys don't they? 

I never meant it to happen it just did. I don't want to make you feel any worse, than I know you will, but he is the exact opposite of you in so many ways. At first it was just the sex, but as time passed we grew together and I knew I had to leave you for him. It was originally just pure lust, a wish to have a bit more excitement in the bedroom. To allow me to explore my sexual feelings without hurting your feelings...again I recalled her mentioning his name several times over the past few weeks, I had never suspected they were sleeping together or that Jill was cheating on me... 

I know that has meant little to you reading this, however, you are a wonderful man Ian, you're honest, faithful, loyal and so, so sweet and I know you loved me so much. I found it very hard to keep my affair from you especially when it began to take over my thoughts constantly. I know you can be a bit shy, and at times even I looked upon you unfavourably as being a bit Nerdy. I know this isn't helping, all I am trying to say is sorry, and explain why. 

Dave is so different, he is confident, very fit and has a chiselled body like a Greek God, and I have to admit that in bed he is just amazing. I'm not complaining about or bedroom exploits, you did your best, but once I had Dave's impressive tool inside me yours never quite did it after that. The size of his penis compared to yours dear is like chalk and cheese... I was openly sobbing like a baby now, my shirt was soaked with my tears, I was retching as I realised my wife was gone, never coming back... Anyway darling I must go, Dave is waiting. I will have my solicitor contact yours as soon as possible so we can start divorce proceedings. 

Once again Ian, I am really sorry, but it's for the best. I couldn't carry on being unfaithful behind your back. Nor did I want to end up making you feel like a cuckolded husband. I wish you luck and all the best for life going forward. I have agreed with Dave that we will not contact, torment or make you feel any worse than you are already, I am sure, feeling. I am truly, So Sorry my dear. 

Yours truly; 

Jill. 

I sat back in the chair and stared out of the bay window at the darkness descending, at nothing in particular, as wave after wave of tears, anger, depression, sadness and more tears fell from my face onto my shirt. My head fell into my hands and I felt like my world had imploded on itself. That night was one of sleeplessness, anguish and worry. When I awoke I called in sick, then called my lawyer, told him what had happened and said her solicitor would be in touch, I left it at that as I was in no right mind to make any decisions at the moment. It took a couple of weeks to get back to some form of normality. I returned to work after three days of feeling sorry for myself, despite feeling pretty depressed, I ensured everyone knew we had filed for divorce. 

1 month later; 

I was sitting in the kitchen this Saturday morning, at the table eating some toast and drinking strong coffee, when I heard the door. Walking through I half hoped it was Jill back, begging my forgiveness, and I would have I still loved her despite her infidelity. I opened the door to find the mailman with a package. Taking it I wandered back into the lounge, opening it up I saw it was a DVD, written in black ink were the words ' for your eyes only'. I slipped it into the DVD player, and pressed play. I was surprised to find it opened with a picture of our lounge, and my soon to be ex wife sitting on the sofa wearing little but a nightie. A heading came up on the screen, OUR PRIVATE FILM NO: 6. the scene began to unfold as I sat with my mouth open, as first this well built man appeared naked, but for a pair of boxer shorts. I heard Jill say, "Come over here Dave, and let me see that big cock" 

I was surprised at her use of the word cock as she had always been pretty conservative with sex words. However by the time the film ended, she had said a lot, lot worse. 

I watched transfixed, on the screen as Dave, stood in front of my seated wife. He held out a hand and pulled her up so that they were in a clinch. He began to kiss, nibble and lick on Jill's neck, her ears and her throat. I knew she would be getting aroused as she used to like me doing that. Then Jill's hands grabbed his head and they began a passionate kiss, their mouths locked together, and I could see their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They would break apart and nibble on each other's lips, or lick the throats and ears. This went on for several minutes until Dave pushed her away and almost threw her onto the sofa. "You really turn me on baby, when you kiss like that"..."Look what you have done to my cock!" He turned towards the camera, which showed his boxers tenting at the front some several inches from his body. 

"Take it out baby...play with it...you know you want too!" moaned Dave. 

"God Dave, I want you so bad...Get over here and show me who the boss is!" 

"You can have it any way you want!...you're such a slut for cock Babes!" 

"Mmmmm not just any cock big boy!.. Your cock and don't forget your big heavy balls Mmmm!" 

I watched hardly blinking as I witnessed just how much my ex-wife to be, worshiped that cock. She held it gently in her hands, sliding both up and down, along the full length of his shaft. Then she would dip her head in and kiss the very tip of it. Occasionally Jill would take the knob end of it in her mouth and suck on it like a big wet kiss, and then lick her lips afterwards. I realised she was sucking up and licking him clean of his pre-cum. There was so much oozing from the tip of that big dick, it reminded me of me and my coming normally. 

I felt a little embarrassed watching the two of them make out, not anger as I had first thought I would. It was almost admiration for Dave as her lover, her boyfriend as her stud. Jill was now kissing, nibbling and licking up and down the full length of him gently, I reckoned his cock had to be 10inches at least, maybe even more, even with both her hands on his shaft there were still several inches sticking out of the top. Her hands didn't come close to wrapping themselves fully around his girth. I found myself looking at his cock myself and being amazed at its hardness, girth and length, it was truly a monster. Dave had a hold of her hair in one hand as he held the base of his cock with the other; 

"Kiss me there baby... Lick every inch of me..Suck it for me you little cock slut!" 

"Your wish is my command!" moaned Jill. Her lips spent the next ten minutes kissing every inch of not just his cock but his balls as well. She would pull one towards her mouth, suck it into her mouth, then I could see her roll it around inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it until she let it plop out and then do exactly the same to the other ball. Dave was moaning, and groaning whilst continuing to stroke hi own shaft. "Oooooh Yeeeaah!...That's perfect you little cock teaser...now suck me off baby!" 

Jill placed her mouth over the big knob that was dark purple, and slid the first few inches into her mouth. She began to stroke his shaft and work saliva into the length, spitting on it then using her hand to work the saliva into it. Then she would slide a bit more of the length into her mouth until she would gag. She would shake her head whilst holding herself on Dave's cock, then allow herself up for air, before plunging her face back down on him. "Oh my God..Baby don't stop! Oh my god, I love it when you do that!" 

Jill looked up into his face and moaned between mouthfuls of cock, "Fuck Dave.. I'm so fuckin' wet, just let me suck your sweet lollipop!" 

Dave held her gently by the face. "Do you want more slut?...here take it!" 

I was gobsmacked as she slid the whole fucking shaft down her throat. Her eyes bulged briefly then she bobbed up and down a few times before releasing him. Looking him right in the eyes, she moaned. "Give me that come, honey. I want it in my mouth. Come on, give it to me...Give me it all!" 

Dave laughed, not a loud laugh more a gentle one, "You just can't get enough slut, can you?" 

Jill shook her head from side to side , whilst deep throating her lovers cock. Dave held her head and grunted "Okay, if that's what you want you shall have it...now take it all, every last drop!" 

He face fucked Jill, no mercy, just raw hard sex and fucking. Jill's mouth was dripping in saliva, the camera, which must have been a really good one, could clearly pick up the wet sloppy sounds of her throat fucking. For the next five minutes Dave ploughed that mouth as if it was a pussy, grunting and moaning as he brought himself to the brink of fulfilling Jill's request for his cum. "Mmmmmmph...Glluuuup... Urrrmph..Glloooomph!" were all I could hear from Jill. Then Dave held her face steady, his cock embedded in her throat and started to groan "Aaaaaaargh...Hmmmmph!" 

Jill could clearly be seen trying desperately to swallow as he pumped his goo into her gullet. I could even see Dave's cock expand and contract inside her throat. 

I was then I realised I had cum in my pants, without even touching myself. I paused the DVD. What the fuck am I doing, why would she, do this I asked myself. This is just sheer torment, unneeded and unwanted. I took a beer from the fridge and wandered around trying to convince myself it wasn't real. Yet I kept returning to the TV control and would go to press play before stopping myself telling myself it is only going to hurt me more watching this. I started a second bottle, sat on the sofa and realised not only had I cum without touching myself, my own cock was still hard despite having cum. That was something new to me, as normally I would cum and go soft. 

Whatever happened inside me, mentally or just acceptance, I had to see more. I sat down this time with my trousers and underwear around my ankles. I had a hold of my fully erect five inch cock and was tugging on it gently. My balls had disappeared somewhere up inside my body at that time but I didn't care I just wanted to see what else my ex-wife and her lover got up too. 

Lifting Jill's legs up onto his shoulders, Dave kissed and nibbled his way up each thigh, travelling on up until he was planting small delicate kisses on Jill's stomach only stopping when his warm breath reached the top of Jill's pussy. Then He would kiss, lick and nibble his way back down until he was doing the same behind each knee. Jill seemed to like this as she was making gasp after gasp, moaning softly and entwining her hands in Dave's hair. "Oh, that feels so good baby! Do that again!" 

Dave did as requested until he slid himself up over her stomach, lying across her and began kissing Jill passionately, then softer, nibbling on her lips, licking her throat and her ears. This was making Jill squirm and pant, with lust. "Yes baby use your mouth on me...eat my pussy ...eat it PLEEEAASSE!" 

Dave slid down her body again, kissing softly, pausing at her breasts. He flicked at her nipples with his tongue, gently oh so gently nipped them with his teeth. Jill was moaning louder now "Ooooh" at every nibble. He sucked them one at a time, playfully squeezing them between finger and thumb. Rolling them between the same, making Jill really start to moan with pleasure; 

"Aaaaaah...Ohhhh...my God...Aaaaah YEssss! Don't stop!..Use your mouth on me. I adore that!" 

Dave seemed to spend so much time, arousing her, bringing her to the edge so many times and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet. Gradually he slid down until he once again lifted her legs onto his shoulders." I could spend hours between your legs; teasing... sucking; sipping; tasting you...eating you" 

Then he stuck his mouth over her pussy and began to lick her outer lips. Tracing his tongue all the way around them, over them until he nibbled on them. Jill let out a loud Groan as his lips obviously found her clit, "Oh my God!... I love what you do to my pussy...Lick me... Oh YES!.. Eat me, go on you fucker, shove your tongue inside me...Uuuuhh!.. God, Fuck I love it!" 

Dave spent the next ten minutes eating Jill out; she must have had three or four small orgasms in that time. "You taste sooo good my little slut!" 

Dave then stood up, his huge cock looked even thicker and bigger than before. Jill was still laid out on the sofa. Picking her up he turned her around so her ass was facing the camera, "Bend over you little slut, let me get a good shot of how wet your pussy is already!" Jill did as he said. "Now spread your legs wide for me, this pussy is mine!" 

Dave stepped out of sight briefly before the camera zoomed in on Jill's dripping wet and swollen pussy. Then the lens went dark briefly as he stepped in behind her. "Oh baby, what a sweet sexy ass! ...Tell me what you want!" 

Jill looked around at him and spoke gently but with emphasis, "I want you.. I want your big cock inside my tight pussy... to fuck me so hard and so often I can hardly walk, so fuck me NOW!" 

Whilst Jill and Dave had been talking my vision was fixed on both my ex-wife's pussy which seemed to be almost running like a river with her juices. Dave's cock which had been as hard as a steel rod was resting against her ass, until he took a hold of it and started rubbing it all over her pussy covering it in pussy juice. Then he placed that weapon against her slit and stepped forward, several inches of cock slid easily into Jill. Her head drooped and her stomach could be seen to quiver as she opened up to accept that cock. Jill's mouth was open and little gasps could be heard coming from her as Dave rocked back and forward each time sliding more of that huge pussy pleaser into Jill. 

"Dave oh Jesus Dave, oh mother of saint's fuck that is soooooo fucking good!" groaned Jill. 

"You little slut, I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk! ... You Ready?" Cried Dave. Jill was by now pushing back to meet his every thrust. The loud squelchy sounds of her overfilled pussy were clearly audible. I had my cock in hand and was frantically wanking myself at the scene before me. Jill whom I had been married to behaving like a little slut and taking that huge cock. No wonder she didn't want me, I couldn't ever have measured up to this stud. Jill's moans and groans were increasing, her groans grew and grew, every so often she would talk dirty to Dave as he fucked her brains out, "Fill me up, and fuck my tight cunt! Make me scream with that big dick of yours!" 

"Faster, Deeper, Harder...Oh god YEEEEEsssss...I love how hard your cock gets when I talk dirty to you!" Jill moaned. 

"You like being fucked hard don't you?. You like it hard in fact the harder the better isn't that right?... you're a naughty slut who likes it hard... you like it when I fuck you hard and rough like that don't you"... "Tell me you like it hard and rough!" 

"Yes, I like it hard and rough!" she squealed. At almost the same time Jill began to cum again, her legs started to shake, and as I looked between their legs her stomach was quivering madly until she buckled under Dave's onslaught and he had to hold her up by wrapping his arms around her waist. Dave slowed down and let Jill ride the orgasm past. Then he stood up allowing Jill to catch her breath. "My god, you know how to fuck!" she said. 

Dave firstly moved the sofa sat on it facing the camera, and motioned for her to straddle his legs, but backwards. This was going to give me a great view of Jill taking that huge cock clearly. I quickly glanced at the clock, over an hour and a half had passed, and they were still at it like bloody rabbits. Dave held his cock straight up in the air, until Jill took a hold of it herself, slipped it into her ravaged pussy and eased herself down on it. Her face was a picture of pain and pleasure. I could only imagine how deep inside her he was. No doubt he was not only filling her pussy but would have pushed well past her cervix and penetrated her womb as well. 

Once Jill had got herself settled Dave held her arms back, Jill's feet were planted firmly atop his thighs and he started to push upwards into her, as she began lifting herself up and down on his cock. "I know what you want, but I want you to ask...no beg me to give it to you slut" 




For Your Eyes Only



"I want your big, thick, beautiful cock, to fuck my brains out!" Jill panted out as she rode his cock frantically trying to push herself to yet another orgasm. She must have been so aroused as minutes later she cried out "Oh fuck! Fuck ...oh fuck me! I'm gonna cum!...I'm gonna cum again!..Don't stop, don't stop!... Yeeeeeeeeesss!" Dave had to hold her steady as her feet slid off his thighs and she became impaled on his cock. Her eyes flew open, her mouth opened and shut several times until she let out a squeal "AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaargh" 

Her face was only a few feet from the camera lens, and it caught perfectly that look of pleasure on her face that I had never seen before. The one that told me she was being soundly and truly well fucked. My own cock had yet again shot out a thin watery substance which if it hadn't been sticky would have looked like piss. I had to let go of it I was way too sore to keep playing with it. I paused the DVD, went to the bathroom and got some hand cream, I clabbered it all over my cock and balls and then sat back down to continue watching it. 

Jill's whole body was still shaking, but Dave just held her there until she calmed down. Then He turned her around facing him. He kissed her and held her till she was totally calm, then ever so tenderly began to kiss, nibble and chew on her lips, ears and throat. The kisses grew more passionate until Jill had her arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed deeply and lovingly. 

Dave pushed himself to the edge of the sofa and then stood up; Jill was still impaled on his cock. I could see his balls soaking wet with their combined juices, and then he held her there and using his hands lifted her up and down on his shaft, standing up! He walked around doing this for several minutes as Jill and he continued to kiss. Then he placed her against the wall, and really started to pound her pussy again. "Fuck my pussy you fucker... I want it bad!" ... "I want to feel you come inside me Dave.. Fill me up, stretch me out, go on you bastard..Fuck me raw!" 

I couldn't believe the stamina of this guy he was awesome. I know he had cum thrice but I was fucked after once when I had slept with Jill. This guy knew how to fuck a woman, and man was he fucking her. "Fuck me harder you cunt! Make my tits bounce!" she cried out. 

Dave laid her on the couch in the missionary position and spread her legs wide. Her tits were wobbling all over the place as he pounded her harder and harder. "You like a strong man fucking you hard slut don't you?... You just love being fucked don't you?" Jill couldn't reply just shook her head in the positive. 

"You like being fucked hard slut. come on I want you to tell me baby, tell me that you like to be fucked hard." again nothing, "Tell me you like being fucked hard like a real slut, baby." 

"I like it."...Jill gasped almost inaudibly "Oh you can do better than that my little slut; I want to hear you tell me how you like being fucked. Come on, louder... Tell me you like being fucked hard baby."...This time Jill cried out, in stuttering words "I love...being fucked...Hard!" With his wish granted Dave gave her several hard thrusts before almost bellowing that he was Cumming "Here it cums!...here it fucking comes... take it, take it!" he groaned as he held his cock deep inside her. 

They took several moments to come down to earth and when they did, Dave suggested they shower. I thought that would be it, the camera ran for a short period, stopped then restarted. That's when a printed sheet of paper was placed in front of the lens 'For Your Eyes Only Continued' I then saw Dave walk into view, It had shifted to a bedroom, Dave was still naked and that big cock swinging between his legs. Jill took a few more minutes to appear, she had a dressing gown on, they kissed briefly then they sat down on the edge of the bed. There were a few cuddles, some more kisses and then they lay down on the bed together. The kissing became more passionate and Jill was kissing Dave this time, all over his neck, his ears, and his mouth. She would nibble his ears and his lips and then he did the same. Jill's hand moved towards his semi erect cock and then after several minutes of kissing each other's bodies, Dave pulled her onto the top of him and sat up throwing his legs over the side of the bed. 

"Get on your knees baby, start playing with my cock, and get it ready so I can fuck you again!" 

Jill began sucking, licking and nibbling on his balls, all up the rapidly hardening shaft and swirled her tongue around that big purple knob like it was a huge lollipop. "Mmmm I love sucking your cock baby; it gets so hard, so hot to the touch Mmmm!" 

"Good girl, just like that...you make me feel sooooo good... just keep working it like that." "That's it baby... keep working that cock!" I could see Dave's cock almost growing before my eyes, as Jill continued manipulating it by mouth and hand. Then Just as Dave seemed as if he would spill another load he pulled Jill up onto her feet. 

"Turn round and bend over my little slut, I've got something for you... and I know you'll like it!" Jill was now facing the camera, her tits hanging down loosely. Dave held her hips, until I saw Jill's mouth open and I knew he had started to push his cock into her. I was by now playing with my own soft cock trying desperately to get it erect, hoping I could cum at least once more. Jill was panting like she was in heat. "Oooooh...Uuuumph...Ooooooph!" 

Dave then grabbed her wrists and pulled her back onto himself. Jill's eyes opened at this sudden extra intrusion, far from easing off, Dave told her; "Hold on baby! I'm going to make you come so hard and so often it'll feel like you can't breathe!"..." You're my little slut. I adore how naughty you are. I love you baby!" Jill's face was a pure vision of lust, her tits were swinging wildly under her and the sounds of their coupling, their skin slapping together echoed loudly on the DVD. 

"Oh my god, I love you too baby... that feels sooooo good my stud... keep fucking me, just keep fucking me!" 

Dave pounded Jill hard until I knew she had cum at least twice, then he stopped pulled out and repositioned her, lifting her up and laying her on top of a footstool. He reached out and adjusted the camcorder until he was sure it was going to catch the action. He lifted her legs over her shoulders, this position meant Jill's ass and pussy were totally available from above. "Hold your ankles slut...your really going to like this!" 

Jill held her ankles as requested; her slick pussy in all its ravaged glory was centre screen. Dave then straddled her legs and in doing so her thighs were pressed together, he then took hold of his cock and pushed it into her pussy from above. This was a totally new position I had never seen in my life. My own cock was pulsating and throbbing, my balls were aching and so sore I couldn't even rub the cooling hand cream into them. Dave was now spearing Jill's pussy from above, her moans and groans showing how much she was enjoying it. Dave was going slowly, then fast, then slow and finally he began pounding into her like a jack hammer, really giving her a thorough fucking. 

Then he did something, I had never expected he lifted his hand and smacked her ass cheek, not really hard but hard enough I heard the slap. I expected Jill to stop him but instead she said;"Oh God Ooouch, Oh Yes you fucker, spank me, go on spank me - I've been a very, very bad slut!" 

Several more times Dave brought his hand down on the different cheeks, each time Jill cried out, but far from wanting him to stop she encouraged him. "Yeah you big cocked fucker, spank your slut!...YES spank me!...teach me to be a good slut!" ...After several more minutes of this, Jill could be heard moaning louder and louder until she cried out, "You big fucker...I'm cumming again...I'm fucking cumming agggggaaaiiin!" 

Dave hardly gave her time to recover, before he pulled his cock out, lifted her up and positioned her with her hands on the back of the sofa. Spreading her legs, which were still shaking with her orgasm he stepped between them and took her right leg lifted it up and put it over his right shoulder. Then he placed his cock at her well abused pussy entrance and with one shove, pushed it in balls deep. Holding Jill steady with his hands, He held his cock there while Jill shook and moaned with pleasure as another orgasm rippled through her. 

Once Jill had steadied up he began to pound her pussy for all he was worth, "That's it slut, you like being fucked hard well I'll fuck you hard!"..."This is how a real man should fuck you!" 

"Go on fuck me, fuck my cunt, and don't stop!"..."Give me it, fill my cunt with your big cock!" 

"You little slut, I'm going to fuck your cunt until you're so sore you can't walk!" Dave was sweating and it was flying off his brow as he fucked her mercilessly. Then suddenly he stopped "Get on your knees, hurry quick that's a girl!" 

He had a hold of his cock, pointing at her face he gave his cock a couple of fist pumps and Jill sat there with her mouth open, her hands cupped under her chin. Then I watched as spurt after spurt of thick gooey cum flew from the end of his cock and splattered all over Jill's face. 

"Ohhhhh God! Oh Fuck you look so fuckin sexy with your face covered in cum baby!" 

The two of them fell into an embrace and then Jill went to clean her face up, whilst she was in the bathroom Dave came forward to the camera, pulled a drawer open and held up a sheet of paper; ' For your eyes only LOSER! Made just for you' 

The screen went blank and I grabbed the TV control, pressed stop and sat panting, my anger simmering as I realised it had been Dave's doing and not Jill's. He had sent it to torment me...well it worked I was instantly jealous as fuck. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked at the blurred screen lifted the TV control and nearly threw the fucking thing through the screen...however after a few minutes I pressed replay!... after all I had nothing else left.



For Your Holes Only



1.

Liza Hartson pressed the buzzer on her desk and waited for her secretary to answer. A few seconds elapsed before Merle Bowman's lilting sing-song voice came floating through to her.

"Yes, Mrs. Hartson?"

"Merle, dear" said Liza, "I'm expecting a visitor shortly but I've still got a few things to attend to. When he arrives, will you ask him to wait for a few moments and then I'll buzz you again when I'm ready."

"Oh," came Merle's voice again, now sounding somewhat perplexed and biting her lip. She hated the way her boss kept referring to her as "dear". 

Liza smiled to herself; she could see in her mind's eye Merle's puzzled face as she took stock of what she had just been told. Merle, for all her childish giggling and pouting, was and is an excellent secretary and knew every appointment at every time of every day but it was not surprising she knew nothing about this one since Liza hadn't mentioned it to her. Most of Liza's appointments were all documented in the day's diary but there was nothing down for the period from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m. which is when Liza usually went out for another boring business lunch with various yawn-inducing associates. 

"There's nothing about any meetings in the diary until 3 p.m. today," Merle went on, cutting into Liza's reverie and thinking she was being as helpful as she always hoped her boss thought her to be.

"No," said Liza, "it's a private meeting."

"Oh, I see," replied Merle, not really seeing at all and now sounding more puzzled than ever but she quickly regained her professional composure. "Very well, Mrs. Hartson, I'll ask him to wait as you've instructed. May I ask his name?

"His name's Steven," replied Liza.

There was a click as the two women terminated the businesslike conversation and Liza smiled again as she glanced around the room. Apart from the desk and filing cabinets, everything in the room she had chosen herself, the expensive Turkish rug, the green leather armchair and an ancient framed picture of a girl on the catwalk, circa 1935, and who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ginger Rogers, which hung on the wall alongside the door. Yes, Liza smiled again to herself, she felt quite confident that Steven would find her new office everything he would expect for the newly-appointed Chief Executive of the Wellbeck Fashion House.

Liza went into her own private bathroom attached to her office and glanced in the mirror. She was still pleased with what she saw, despite her advancing years. 

Liza was not conventionally beautiful, her somewhat aristocratic features were too sharply defined for that but men seldom noticed the fact, it was her striking presence that made them turn their heads as she shashayed down Madison Avenue. Not that Liza cared much what ninety-nine point nine per cent of the male population thought though she was, of course, grateful, not to say delighted, that she still had the ability to attract the attention of opposite sex but, as far as she was concerend, there was only one man whose opinion she cared about and that was all that mattered. 

Today, for the duration of her lunch break, Liza was going to put business aside as she showed her visitor the new office she had acquired following her recent promotion. Any discussions about the Wellbeck Fashion House's latest designs could be put on hold; in any case, meetings were a waste of time in Liza's eyes since, most of the time, she had already made her mind up how she wanted to proceed and a few well-chosen words in the right direction soon saw off any opposition to her plans.

As for those who thought they were going to find things easy with the new Chief Executive, they very soon found themselves being required to revise their opinions. Despite her smile and undoubted elegance, one thing was for sure, Liza was no shrinking violet. An iron fist in a velvet glove - and very much so.

Liza smiled at her reflection, her eyes twinkling beneath her perfectly coiffured hair. She ate healthily, still worked out and went swimming regularly and, in summer, played tennis and there was not an ounce of fat on her very feminine frame. She was proud, too, of the fact that, as a top fashion designer, she could still get into some of the clothes she had designed fifteen years or more ago while the one or two lines that had begun to appear on her face in recent months were carefully disguised by the expert way in which Liza applied her make-up. This, she realised as she gazed in the mirror, would need a bit of seeing to now if she wanted to look her best for her visitor. 

Liza bobbed her hair in front of the mirror and then went to work as she scrubbed her face of the morning's make-up and then went to town applying a fresh supply for the afternoon. By the time she was finished, she felt like a new person, as fresh at mid-day as she had been after she had showered at home early that morning.

Three floors below in the secretarial office, Merle was chewing her pen thoughtfully. She had a pile of letters to type up on the computer and get printed out and into the post before she went to lunch herself but she was still musing curiously on who her boss's mystery visitor could be. 

"Maybe she's found a boyfriend," Merle said to herself, "it's gotta be five years or so since she and that husband of hers divorced." And if that was the case, Merle also mused, it's about time, too.

The buzzer rang again, emphatically so, breaking into Merle's thoughts and this time from the reception desk on the ground floor. 

"Merle," came Alison Shepley the receptionist's voice, breathlessly, "there's a young man here to see Mrs. Hartson. He says she's expecting him."

A young man, eh, thought Merle. Seemed like Mrs. Hartson had not only acquired herself a boyfriend but a toyboy to boot. To the twenty-two years old Merle, Liza was very old, fifty at least, if she was a day.

"Yes," said Merle, "so I've just been told. Ask him to pop up to my office first will you, please."

Merle was expecting Alison to cut off the intercom but instead she kept it on and Merle could hear Alison's voice telling the visitor to take the elevator to the third floor and then turn right for the secretary's office. A few seconds later, with the man safely on his vertical travels within the Wellbeck emporium, and Alison's voice came back down the line to Merle, this time more breathless and tremulous than ever.

"Merle, he's absolutely gorgeous," she said with added emphasis on the last word, "I've come over all unnnecessary. Wonder how that boss of yours knows him?"

"I don't know," replied Merle, truthfully, "but if he's as terrific as you say he is, I can't wait to see him."

"Yes," said Alison, "don't leave me out. I'm coming up to you too, I'll grab a box or whatever and pretend its an important parcel just arrived, or something. I've just gotta see this guy again. Talk about sex on legs."

"Alison," said Merle reproachfully, "I don't think that's a good idea, besides you've got the reception to look after."

"I was just about to go to lunch," came the swift reply. "Susie's just come back and she can take over reception for awhile."

"Alison, I don't ..." began Merle but it was too late. The line went dead and Merle could imagine the receptionist, who was also a good friend, hunting around for something to bring with her as an excuse to visit the secretary's office.

There was just enough time for Merle to bob her hair in the small mirror behind her desk, do a quick repair job on her make-up and straighten her dress and step outside to greet the visitor, as she did all visitors in keeping with her hard-fought-for status as Secretary to the Chief Executive. She opened the door to the outer corridor just as she heard the humming of the doors of the elevator as it opened and almost collapsed at the vision that exited from it and started to approach her. Alison had been dead right, whoever Steven was, he was by far and away one of the best looking men Merle had ever seen in her entire life ...

2.

Merle felt her mouth start to drool as Steven drew nearer with a wide smile of welcome on his supremely handsome and clean-shaven face and looking every inch the successful young businessman, a briefcase swinging importantly in his right hand, his left hand in one of the pockets of his pants. He would be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, Merle guessed, she didn't think he was thirty yet, and he was dressed in a dark, expensive and beautifully-tailored business suit that clung to him tightly, enhancing the body inside it, along with a white shirt and perfectly knotted silk tie. "Well-groomed" didn't even go halfway to describing the man accurately. 

His dark hair was cut in a neat short style that suited him and his eyes were like buttons, bright blue and sparkling with the joy of being alive. His complexion, too, was divine, his skin crystal clear like a baby's and Merle reckoned he was one of those lucky sods who had sailed through adolescence without being troubled by acne, not even the occasinal single spot as she had had to put up with.

"Good morning, sir," said Merle, somehow finding her voice to speak, "you've come to see Mrs. Hartson?"

"Certainly have," the young man replied, "you must be her secretary. Oh, and by the way, it's afternoon now, has been for the past ten minutes."

"Correct on both points," Merle replied, smiling in spite of herself and her mouth drooling still as she gave a surreptitious lick to her lips, hoping the man hadn't noticed, "would you like to come into the office and take a seat?"

"Where shall I take it to?" said the man, laughing as he followed Merle into the inner sanctum of her cosy office where the wide windows looked down on the city and the bustling sidewalks, the people plus the cabs and buses on the thoroughfares seemingly like speckled dots from so high up, an army of ants scurrying about their daily business.

"Pardon?" said Merle, in answer to the young man's remark as she moved round to sit behind her desk again and tried to look busy. She needed to sit down quickly before she fell down and was dying to know the nature of Steven's business with her boss but it wasn't her place to probe for such personal information.

"You asked me to take a seat," said Steven. "They do that at the dentist and the doctor when what they and you really should say is: would you like to sit down? I've often been very tempted to grab hold of a chair and march outside with it and see what happens, just for the hell of it."

"Oh, ha ha," laughed Merle, trying to sound amused but hoping he wasn't some kind of idiot. "Erm, Mrs. Hartson has asked you to wait until she can see you," she added, changing the subject quickly. "She'll buzz me when she's ready to receive you."

"Thanks," said the young man, "I don't mind waiting here in your delightful presence. But I think I'll stand rather than sit, if it's all the same to you."

He went over to the window and gazed out, looking down at the maelstrom of city life swerling away below them. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "what a view!"

As he spoke, Steven lifted the flaps of his jacket and inserted his hands into the pants of his suit. Merle tried but couldn't avert her eyes as she watched the centre vent in Steven's jacket splay wide as he dug his hands deeper into his pockets, revealing the shape of his pants-clad ass framed erotically by the resultant archway-like widening of the vent. 

Steven's bottom was tight and firm, his pants accentuating his buttocks and the seam in the material directly corresponding with the long narrow line of his ass crack, and Merle simply could not drag her eyes away from such a mesmerising spectacle as this vision of outstanding male beauty stood there with his back to her, unwittingly or otherwise displaying his backside. Merle could feel her pussy starting to burn with desire and knew that this was one man she would love to get into bed and as quickly as possible even though she knew, in her heart of hearts, that that was never going to happen.

Merle was still ogling Steven's bum when the door opened and Alison breezed in carrying a parcel of sorts which she had found under her desk. It was in fact an empty box from the trash can but that would have to do, Alison had thought as she'd pressed the button for the elevator and waited impatiently for it to descend and collect her.

"Merle, I'm sorry to barge in like this," Alison began, not sorry at all as Merle well knew, but was stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her friend and colleague with her head turned statuesquely towards the window, her eyes like lazer beams as they continued to take in the fabulous sight of Steven's ass. Alison followed her friend's gaze and almost dropped the parcel in her excitement as her eyes, too, took in the firm round arcs of the man's beautiful tight bum that had so besotted Merle.

"Oh my word," she said, unable to help herself as Steven glanced round over his shoulder and smiled at Alison as Merle hurriedly averted her eyes from Steven's ass, hoping he hadn't noticed her ogling it.

"Hello again," he said, "you're the girl from downstairs. I was just saying to your colleague what a wonderful view this is."

"Reception, actually," said Alison, "and ... erm ... yes, it is a wonderful view."

Merle tried to stifle an embarrassed giggle since they both knew the view Alison was referring to was not the one that Steven had been going on about. Merle, in another attempt to resume looking businesslike, turned her attention, with difficulty, to Alison.

"Was there something you wanted, Alison?" she asked, having no choice but to go along with the charade but still able to leer at Steven's bottom out the corners of her eyes.

"Yes," said Alison, "this just came for you, marked urgent," she continued, having had the good sense to write the word in large letters with a red pen on the box. "I thought I ought to bring it up to you immediately."

"Thanks," said Merle, as Alison handed her the empty box, "I'll deal with it in a moment," she went on, placing it at the other end of the desk and shoving it under a pile of papers, hoping that Steven hadn't noticed that it was nothing of any urgency whatsoever. 

She needn't have worried, Steven was beaming gleefully at both of them, his eyes dancing merrily, now turning to face them so that his ass finally disappeared from the ladies' line of vision. Instead, with his hands still deep in his pockets, the girls could make out a very nice bulge in the front of Steven's pants as they tried and failed to look elsewhere.

Had they known the man better, Merle and Alison would have known only too well that Steven was aware of them ogling his ass, he had stuck his hands in his pockets for that very reason. He knew he was good-looking with a superb pair of buttocks and never missed an opportunity to show them off to the female sex and was now enjoying himself teasing them with what nature had bestowed on him as his cock started to harden inside his pants and the bulge in front of them grew appreciably bigger.

Both girls were something to behold, he thought to himself, but there was no point him getting too excited as there was only one person he was interested in and, fortunately, he was saved from making any more small talk as the buzzer rang again on Merle's desk.

"Merle, dear," came Liza's voice down the line and Steven smiled again as he heard the familiar tones, "will you ask my guest to come up now?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Hartson," Merle replied, clicking off the intercom. She risked another glance at Steven's packet and reckoned he was coming up in more ways than one. "Mrs. Hartson will see you now," she added,"if you'd like to take the elevator again to the tenth floor, turn left and her office is the second door on the right."

"Thanks," said Steven, retrieving his hands from his pockets and picking up his brief case, "it's been a real pleasure meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your day."

He exited the room and closed the door quietly behind him and Merle and Alison could hear his feet in his well-polished expensive shoes padding away down the corridor to the elevator. Merle grabbed hold of a sheet of paper and used it as a fan in front of her face.

"Phew," she said, breathing more easily than she had done for fifteen minutes or so, "I see what you mean. I nearly came in my panties."

"Yeah," said Alison, "you were undressng him with your eyes all the time he was standing there. Did you see that lovely tight ass of his? It's out of this world."

"I ain't blind," retorted Merle and then, changing the subject abruptly, "what say you and I go out to lunch together? I need a drink after all that."

"Me, too," said Alison, "what I'd give just to have a glimpse of his cock."

"I'd want more than a glimpse," replied Merle, sealing the last envelope with the final letter she'd printed out before Steven's arrival and throwing it into the pile of others in the tray for Brendan, the post boy, to collect on his rounds. "Come on, let's go. Whoever he is, he seems to be Mrs. Hartson's property and we ain't gonna have a hope-in-hell's chance of getting off with him."

"No," sighed Alison, as the two of them set off down the corridor on their lunch break, trying in vain to turn their attention to more mundane matters, "unfortunately ..."

3.

Liza stuck her right hand up her skirt and fondled the damp patch that had appeared on her panties within a few seconds of being told that Steven was on his way. "That'll be a nice treat for him," she mused silently, as with a valiant effort in controlling herself and her emotions, she took one last glance round the room and then went and stood at the door to her office to await Steven's arrival.

She didn't have to wait long and her reaction as the handsome man stepped out of the elevator and made his way towards her was exactly as Merle's had been. The vision that approached her was absolutely breath-taking, especially as it was the first time she had seen Steven for two years or more since he lived with his father on the other side of the country and didn't get to visit New York very often.

"Sweetheart," Liza said, holding out her arms to welcome him, "it's so good to see you again."

"Let's go inside," replied Steven, before Liza could fold him into her arms, "anyone can hear us out here."

"Everyone's gone for their lunch," said Liza, "and I hope to be getting mine soon," she added, lasciviously, risking reaching out a hand and giving the formidable bulge in Steven's pants a little pat.

Liza swept an arm towards her office and the pair of them stepped inside. Steven's eyes widened as he took in the comfortable-looking room, almost like a lounge in a private house than an office.

"Wow, mom," he said, "you've done OK here."

"I sure have, sweetheart," said Liza, "do you like it?"

"Sure do, mom," Steven replied, turning to smile at his mother, "but I think I like the look of you better."

"Only think?" teased Liza with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Know," Steven corrected himself.

"Good," replied Liza. "Haven't you got a kiss for your old mom, then?"

The pair folded themselves into each other's arms, opened their mouths and snaked their tongues into them in a kiss that went well beyond the bounds of mother and son propriety. When they finally broke the kiss, Liza pushed her son gently away and smiled at him.

"Let me have a good look at you," she said, "you look so handsome in your suit."

"Thanks, mom," said Steven, advancing towards her, "you ain't so bad yourself. In fact, you're still as lovely as you've always been."

"Why, thank you, sweetheart," Liza replied, preening herself in front of him, "you say the sweetest things."

"I ain't just saying them, mom, I mean every word."

"You look so handsome and sexy in that lovely suit," went on Liza, "You didn't get that in a charity shop, that's for sure."




For Your Holes Only



"Made-to-measure, mom," laughed Steven.

"I bet it was," replied Liza, giggling and giving the bulge in her son's pants a little squeeze. "With what you've got between your legs, it would have to be. I'm sure that floozy secretary of mine couldn't keep her eyes off you."

"No," giggled Steven, "she and that friend of hers were lost for words."

"That doesn't happen often with Merle," retorted Liza, "but who else was there?"

"That receptionist woman," said Steven. "She made out she had an important parcel just arrived which she just had to bring up there and then. But it was obvious it was nothing of the sort, she just wanted an excuse to have another look at me. Can you blame her?""

"Did she indeed?" retorted Liza, dismissing the conceit in her son's remark even though she was fully aware that Steven possessed an ego the size of Texas. "I shall have to have words with them."

"Ah gee, mom, they were harmless. Besides, I let them have a good look at my ass and that kept them happy for awhile."

"You never dropped your pants in front of them?" screamed Liza, horrified at the thought.

"Fucking hell, mom," went on Steven, "what d'you think I am, a flasher? There's only one person in the world I drop my pants for and she's standing right in front of me. I just stood looking out the window admiring the view and stuck my hands in my pockets and let them see the shape of my ass in my pants."

"Show me, sweetheart," replied his mother, "it's been ages since I've had the chance to ogle that lovely ass of yours."

"Gee mom, you ain't changed, have you?" laughed Steven. "Still as kinky as ever."

"Not complaining, are you?"

"Fuck, no," replied Steven.

Without another word, Steven went over to the window and gazed out, staring at the Manhattan skyline as he again lifted the flaps of his jacket and slid his hands into his pockets, as he had done in front of Merle and Alison. It was a million times more exciting for him now, however, as he prepared to show his pants-enhanced ass to the one lady he loved and revered more than anything else in his life, his ever horny and doting mother.

Liza watched fascinated as the vent in Steven's jacket splayed out as he dug his hands deep into his pockets and the shape of his ass outlined by his closely fitting pants was finally displayed in all its beauty, a spectacular vision of a male bottom that had Liza licking her lips with lust and also a strong sense of pride that she was the mother of this gorgeous hunk of a young man.

"I'm not surprised Merle and that other girl got turned on," said Liza, licking her lips as she too fixed her eyes on her son's tight sexy buttocks, again franmed erotically and delightfully by the splayed vent of his jacket as the young man dug his hande ever deeper into his pockets to stretch his pants around his ass as tight as he could.

"Take a good look, mom," Steven said, "I kmow how much you like ogling your own son's ass." 

"Steven Hartson," said Liza, employing her best professional voice, the one she normally used to shock her colleagues into silence when they were disagreeing with her, while continuing to admire the way the curves of Steven's firm round cheeks swelled out at the tops of his long sturdy legs, "that ass of yours is absolutely spectacular, the best bum in the world," she added, unknowingly echoing Alison's opinion.

"Like what you see, then, mom?" said Steven as he looked over his shoulder and treated Liza to a smile that would melt the hardest of hearts, enjoying the effect his body was having on his mother.

"I sure do, sweetheart," Liza replied, "your ass is just so attractive and sexy with it."

"Yeah, mom," grinned Steven, "I enjoyed showing my sexy ass off to your colleagues just as I'm enjoying showing it off to you."

"I can see that, sweetheart," said Liza. "Unlike my collegues, however, I can get to have a good feel of it."

"Fucking hell, mom, I've only just got here," as Liza hurried over to him and dropped to her knees behind him so she could ogle his ass in close-up, "ain't you gonna offer me a cup of coffee, first?"

"Plenty of time for refreshments," said Liza dismissingly, "I've been on heat all week waiting for you to return from that father of yours. How is he, by the way?"

"He's fine," said Steven, "he sends his regards."

"Give him mine. Just as long as he knows nothing about our special relationship."

"I ain't said anything, mom, as if I would. He won't find out from me. Nor are we interested in each other, neither of us are gay, you know."

"I didn't think for a moment that you were," replied his mother, reaching out her hands and cupping them around the seat of Steven's pants, enjoying the feel of her own son's tautly-clad buttocks in her hands. "I haven't forgotten the last fabulous fuck you gave me, even though its two years ago."

"Looks like we've got a lot of catching up to do then, eh, mom?" replied Steven rhetorically, his grin now just about as broad as a grin could possibly get, so much so that it was turning from a grin into a leer as he felt his cock hardening inside his pants, a direct response to his mother's hands exploring his backside for the first time in two years.

"You sure it's OK here, mom?" he asked as he dug his hands deeper into his pockets so that his pants tightened even further around his ample curves and Liza licked her lips, her mouth drooling just as much as Merle's had done as she took in the view of her own son happily displaying his rear end to her.

"I told you, sweetheart, everyone else is at lunch. Relax, nobody will know. And talking of lunch, did you bring mine with you?"

Steven laughed nervously, he was still not too sure about having sex with his mother in her office but he was dying for a maternal blowjob, having been celebate during his time with his father, his mother being the only woman he loved and cared for.

"I certainly did, mom," said Steven, as he felt his cock swelling inside his underwear. "Why, you hungry?"

"Starving, sweetheart," laughed Liza, giving her son's bum a little kiss on the back of his pants before he turned round to face her. 

"Then we'll have to do something about that, won't we? Can't have the Chief Executive of the Wellbeck Fashion House working away this afternoon when she's under-nourished."

Liza's eyes were on stalks as they now took in the obscene-looking bulge in her son's pants that were tenting out impressively and she rested back on her haunches to watch as Steven lowered his hand to his zipper and began to fumble with his fly ...

4.

"I know you like my sexy ass, mom, but I've got something else here you'll like better," said Steven as he unzipped his pants and took out his aroused prick, holding it in his hand in front of his mother's face and letting his balls also fall free from the confines of his underwear.

Steven felt no embarrassment whatsoever as he exposed himself to his mother. Quite the opposite, in fact. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last and he felt proud, priveleged and exhilarated to stand there letting the lady who had given birth to him ogle her creation and he retracted his foreskin to display the hard nub of his knobhead, already glazed with a liberal supply of pre-cum.

"Luncheon is served, madam," said Steven, huskily as Liza gazed lovingly on her son's thick rod as if she had never seen it in its aroused state before.

"Sweetheart, I've got such an appetite," Liza said and before Steven could say anything she opened her mouth and quickly took the stiff pole inside, blowjobbing her son just as she'd done in the old days before he had gone to live with his father, having secured employment with an IT firm in L.A. 

Liza had been disappointed that he hadn't found a job in New York but she wasn't going to stand in her son's way. Nevertheless, she hadn't expected it to be two whole years before he was able to visit her again and she was determined to make the most of the hours they now had to share with each other.

Steven gasped as his cock slid effortlessly over his mother's tongue, the head hitting the roof of her mouth before coming to rest at the back of her throat. Liza gagged as she lapped on the thick incestuous pole, savoring the taste of Steven's pre-cum as more helpings of the goo emerged through his piss slit. 

"Fuck, mom," Steven managed to murmur as Liza increased the suction, making love to her son's cock with the passion of a twenty year old, "I've waited so long for this."

"Sweetheart, your cock is so much bigger than I remember," laughed Liza, as she let it fall out of her mouth and then began slurping her tongue over his large sweaty nutsacs as soon as she finished speaking.

"It's still the same one I've always had," giggled Steven, trembling as Liza took his entire scrotum into her mouth, "and what's more, it's all yours. My balls, too," he added, since Liza was now giving her undivided attention completely to the large round eggs of his sperm producers.

Liza sucked and licked her son's balls for a good five minutes or so as Steven rubbed his proud prick across his mother's face, leaving some of his pre-cum behind on her nose and forehead. Liza was determined to prove to her beautiful son that she had lost none of her oral skills in the time he'd been away and gave his cock another long suck before standing up and then starting to divest herself of her clothes. As she removed her blouse and bra and her big tits swung free, she glanced across at her son who was still standing there in his suit with his recently sucked cock poking out long and hard through the fly of his pants.

"Get 'em off, then, sweetheart," said Liza, "let's get naked together like the old days."

Steven could see there was no stopping his mother; once she got going, that was that and it was her boundless enthusiasm that had always made their love sessions so fabulous in the past but then they were in the privacy of their own home. Liza could tell her son was still perturbed at making love to her in the office and tried a different approach.

"I told you, sweetheart," she said, "there's nothing to worry about. Besides, don't you think fucking in the office and the possibility of being caught all adds to the fun? Not that we're going to get caught, of course."

Steven wasn't going to argue with his mother as she stepped out of her dress, dropped her sodden panties and lay back naked on the leather armchair with her legs splayed wide, displaying her dripping cunt to her son. Steven shrugged, what the fucking hell, he was just so horny and he quickly stripped out of his suit, dropped his briefs and threw them carelessly onto Liza's desk. 

Once he had removed his clothes and joined his mother in the nude, Steven stood naked in front of Liza with his cock fully erect and his balls already bubbling up with a liberal helping of his thick rich cream. The pair gazed on each other with loving admiring eyes, Steven's taking in Liza's delicious tits and still beautifully trim pussy and Liza likewise lickimg her lips as she gazed at her son, her eyes sweeping over him from head to toe, lingering slightly longer on his aroused prick and his cum-laden balls, but proud to survey every single part of her beautiful creation.

"Bloody hell, mom," Steven laughed, "you look fantastic. You always was the most beautiful lady in the world and you still are. Those floozies downstairs can't hold a candle to you."

"Thank you, sweetheart," replied Liza, humbly, with tears of happiness in her eyes, "and I am so proud of you, too. All mothers should have the privelege of seeing their adult sons naked and fully aroused. I am such a lucky woman."

"Wonder what that secretary of yours would say if she could see us now?" laughed Steven.

"Who cares?" replied Liza. "Just get that great body of yours over here now. My pussy feels like it's on fire and I really need a good lick."

"My ass needs a good lick, too, mom," said Steven.

"I'll do a deal with you, sweetheart," began Liza.

"Wow, mom, you really are a hard-boiled business woman, aren't you?" Steven joked.

"Too right, I am."

"What sort of deal have you got in mind?" asked Steven, though he had a good idea of the answer.

"You lick my pussy for me, then I'll lick your bum," Liza replied without a moment's hesitation.

Steven couldn't resist such an invitation and dropped to his knees, placing his mother's legs over his shoulders as he gazed down on her old but still beautiful pussy. Liza may well have gone through the half century barrier some time ago but to Steven she was still his gorgeous mother and her naked body was still as delightful to behold as it had been when they first set out on their taboo relationship, ten years earlier when Steven was eighteen and thus old enough to be a consenting adult ...

5.

"A bloody good fucking's what you need, mom," said Steven, his earlier apprehension completely evaporated and now determined to enjoy himself, and furthermore ensure his mother enjoyed herself too, "but you'll have to wait for that."

"Do whatever you want to do, sweetheart," Liza implored, "I'm all yours."

Steven grabbed his recently discarded briefs and handed them to Liza. "Sniff thsee, mom," he said, "I want you to breathe in the scent of my sweaty briefs while I suck your tits."

"And there's you telling me I was the kinky one," laughed Liza as she took the briefs and held them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, enjoying her son's odour that had stayed on them since he'd put them on that morning.

Steven watched his mother sniffing away happily at his sweaty briefs and hunted amongst the pile of discarded clothes for her panties. He soon found them and Liza watched fascinated while still sniffing as Steven held the sodden garment up to his nose and inhaled as deeply as Liza was doing as the kinky couple carried on getting their kicks in a way that society frowns on, though Liza and Steven weren't bothered about that. 

They might be mother and son but they were also consenting adults and, as far as Steven was concerned, it was his cock and he would be the one to decide where he put it, thank you very much, not the politicians and bible bashers. After all, it wasn't as if they were raping each other, right from the start more than ten years ago their special relationship had been based on mutual trust and love and if anyone didn't see it like that, well that was their problem.

"Fucking hell, mom," Steven gasped, "your panties smell so nice."

"So do your briefs, sweetheart," replied Liza, "I hope they were fresh on this morning."

"Of course, mom," laughed Steven, realising Liza was only joking, "I ain't a tramp, you know."

"The very idea," laughed Liza. "Didn't you say you wanted to suck my titties?"

Steven had been so intoxicated by the scent of his mother's pussy on her panties that he had been sniffing at them for longer than he'd realised. With Liza's words, he quickly threw them to one side and leaned in and began to nurse on Liza's massive jugs, sucking both maternal melons in turn and running his tongue up and down her cleavage while reaching out a hand to finger her pussy with his index finger. He was delighted to find her now completely wet and after a few moments he withdrew his finger and inserted it in his mouth to taste his mother's juices. 

"You can taste me much better with your tongue, sweetheart," said Liza, removing Steven's briefs from her nose. "Come on, my beautiful son, lick me hard."

"No man could possibly not respond to that, mom," replied Steven with a grin and then he lowered his head and breathed in the intoxicating scent of his mother's pussy. "I'm gonna lick and fuck you till you scream and I don't care who the fucking hell hears us."

"That's my boy," said Liza, "you always knew how to please my holes."

Steven briefly fingered his mother's pussy again, this time not just with his index finger but his third and fourth fingers, too, and Liza squirmed as they invaded her innards while. somultaneously, she held Steven's briefs up to her nose again and resumed sniffing. Then, without warning, Steven pulled out and lowered his head to his mother's cunt. Liza began thrashing about on the chair as soon as Steven started swiping his tongue along the shaved slit of her pussy, she loved being licked by her son, Steven was a more sensuous and considerate lover than Norman, her ex-husband and Steven's father, had ever been.

"Lick it hard, sweetheart," Liza gasped, rubbing her recently sucked tits together as her son's tongue plowed her depths relentlessly and she writhed and squirmed in the chair, "you are so good at this."

Steven's tongue found his mother's engorged clit and began to run rings around the hard nub as he tugged on his equally hard cock which had remained rock solid throughout the proceedings, so turned on was he to be allowed to make love to his mother with her full consent and approval and especially after such a big time gap since they last got together. 

Liza threw Steven's briefs to one side and started to slide down the chair as Steven's tongue tightened its grip on her clit. "Oh my darling," she said, "you haven't lost any of your magic powers. This nice long-drawn-out clit licking you're giving me is driving me fucking mad."

"Mmmm," said Steven which was all he could manage with his tongue still buried deep in Liza's pussy as she spread her legs even wider and Steven's tongue went in deeper. They'd completely forgotten where they were, both of them lost in a two-way orgy of incestuous lust and love.

"You almost made me cum," said Liza, five minutes later when Steven came up for air, "but I need a good fucking first."

"Yeah, I need to fuck you too, mom," said Steven, "but isn't there something you have to do first?"

Without waiting for his mother to reply, Steven stood and turned his back to her. The sight of his naked buttocks were just as exciting to Liza's eyes as his bum had been in the pants of his suit. 

"I know you like seeing my ass in my pants, mom," Steven said, looking over his shoulder and smiling, "but take a look at this."

Steven moved over to Liza's desk and arched the top of his body across it, resting his chest on a pile of papers that Liza needed to sign. His smooth, round and hairless bare ass was now prominently displayed in front of Liza's riveted gaze and he reached round and clasped his buns, spreading them wide as he shamelessly exposed his asshole to his mother.

"Good boy," said Liza, as Steven unashamedly continued to expose his fuck hole to her, "you always were such a horny fucking show-off."

"Come on mom," Steven said, working his ass muscles in and out and winking his hole in front of her, "lick this ass of mine, that was the deal."

"I'm not one to renege on a deal, sweetheart," said Liza, standing and then dropping down behind her naked son so that his twitching asshole was directly in her line of vision, "you know that. Never have been and never will be."

"Don't keep me waitng, then, mom. Get that lovely hot tongue of yours up my ass now. I've waited two years to feel you licking my hole and I can't wait any longer."

"A few more minutes won't make much difference, sweetheart," breathed Liza, teasingly. "After all, its only right that I should inspect what I'm anout to put my tongue into. Spread your cheeks as wide as you can."

Steven did as his mother asked and Liza watched her son continuing to twitch his ass muscles, his hole winking excitedly in front of her, for a few moments, then she extracted her tongue from her hot mouth and sent it into Steven's tight pink asshole, lapping at the stretched lines on the walls and breathing in the heady aroma of a hot tight manhole that just happened to belong to her own son.

Steven punched the table with his fists, scattering documents everywhere, but neither of them cared about that. Important documents were nothing when it came to a mother rimming her son.




For Your Holes Only



"Lick me, mom," said Steven, looking over his shoulder, "your tongue feels fabulous in my ass, I've missed this so much."

Liza sucked and kissed her son's bottom until she felt as if she could no longer breathe, running her tongue up and down the long narrow gash of his crack and every few seconds sending the tip of her tongue deep into Steven's love box.

"Aaaagh!" cried Steven as Liza's tongue worked its magic and she breathed in the intoxicating scent of her son's asshole, "that is fucking brilliant. I love you so much, mom."

Liza rimmed Steven's ass for another ten minutes or so and then fell back on her own bottom on her office carpet, gasping fresh air and smiling up at the young ass-licked hunk who was and is her son.

"And I love you too, sweetheart," replied Liza, fingering her pussy, "no mother in the world could wish for a better nor more loving son. You almost got me going there with my tongue up that lovely hole of yours. But I need a good fucking before I cum."

"Sit on my cock, mom," said Steven, straightening up after his mother's delightful rimming, "then I can suck your tits at the same time."

Steven manouevered himself into a sitting position on the leather armchair, the seat of which was nice and warm still after having accommodated Liza's bottom for half an hour or more, and spread his legs with his cock standing up tall and proud and his balls filled with spunk which would soon, they both knew, be transferred to Liza's cunt. Liza knelt down and gave her son's cock another quick suck, then she climbed over him, placing her hands on his chest and slowly lowered herself onto his thick rod.

"Oooh, sweethart," Liza groaned as the head of her son's cock made contact with her cunt, "let's make up for the two years we've been apart. Fuck me hard, son, give me everything you've got."

"Yeah, mom, I'm gonna make up for those two lost years with the hardest fuck you've ever had. You'll be begging me to stop."

Liza began posting up and down as Steven pressed his torpedo tighter and deeper into his mother's tight greasy love box, leaning forward slightly to suck on her melons simultaneously. Steven was completely overwhelmed by the sheer physical pleasure of having his cock in the very hole he had emerged from while also tasting the big cups of milk that Liza had fed him with as a baby. Never in a million years, then of course, had Liza dreamed that her son would still be sucking her tits in adulthood.

"This is the best business lunch I've ever had," groaned the Chief Executive of the Wellbeck Fashion House as she continued happily riding on her son's horse-like cock, her tits still under serious assault from Steven's mouth, "wonder what that Merle would say if she could see us now?"

"As you said mom," grunted Steven, "who cares?"

Steven pumped his mother's pussy for ten minutes or more and Liza's grunts and groans filled the office as she took every inch of cock with the zest and enthusiasm of a woman half her age. She was indeed crying out for mercy when Steven withdrew his cock but he wasn't through yet.

Liza wasn't even given time to think as Steven's cock slid out of her pussy and he stood up and placed his mother over her desk. Then he moved in behind her and smiled wickedly as Liza glanced over her shoulder.

"What are you going to do with me now, sweetheart?" she asked, but with a good idea of the answer.

"I haven't forgotten you like a bit of anal, mom," Steven replied, his voice full of lust and his face covered in sweat.

"No!" cried Liza, "that big cock of yours in my ass will kill me."

Too late, Liza cried out in agony intermingled with intense pleasure as Steven slammed his cock, fresh from her cunt, into her tight fuckable asshole. "So what?" replied Steven, bringing all his skills to bear. "You know you love it, even if just a bit."

"More than a bit," said Liza, looking back and smiling over her shoulder, starting to relax as the piston passed through her pain barrier. "Your cock feels just as good in my ass as it did in my cunt."

"You always were a fucking anal slut, eh, mom?" giggled Steven as he rocked on his sturdy legs, his buttocks clenching as he poked his mother's chute with all the powers he had in his possession. "What are you, you old whore?"

Normally, Steven wouldn't dare call his adored mother a whore nor a slut, he loved her too much and in their quieter moments he was simply her doting son but in the heat of sexual activity of the incestuous kind, the dirty small talk, they were both aware, added immense credence to the proceedings.

"A fucking anal slut and an old whore," gasped Liza in reply to Steven's remark. "And you're a filty sod for treating your mom like this."

"Shut up," said Steven, his elongated cock now balls-deep in Liza's ass as he stretched his mother's fuck hole to its utmost limits and his earlier reticence to get down and dirty in his mother's office now completely gone like the wind, "you're enjoying every fucking minute."

Indeed, Liza certainly was. Steven was and is a supremely confident fucker when he gets going and he was well into his stride now and could feel his balls burning up with spunk as he watched his mother's ass cheeks quivering to the incestuous invasion.  

Liza was giving herself a round of orgasms as Steven, with one final gasp, pulled his prick from her bum with a loud popping sound. There was just eough time for Liza to scamper round onto her knees in front of Steven as he ejaculated, treating his mother to a nice hot facial and dumping a thick load to rival the world's greatest male porn stars, all over the Wellbeck Chief Executive's eyes, nose, cheeks and chin.

"Oh yes, sweetheart," cried Liza, smiling with difficulty through the sperm as she watched each fresh spurt gushing through the pee hole of her son's spectacular hard rod, "that feels wonderful, give me it all."

"Yeah, mom, you look great covered in all my hot fucking spunk," said Steven, smiling down at the glutinous mass on Liza's face and immensely proud of himself to have given his mother such a big load, his balls now completely drained of all their contents, at least for the time being, and proof yet again of his love for her despite two years apart. "You love it, don't you?"

"I sure fucking do, sweetheart," replied Liza, amazing herself at how easily she allowed the F word to trip off her tongue, "you always were able to make up such a lot of cum. A porno studio would be thrilled to have you on their books."

"Then I'd have to fuck other women, too," laughed Steven, "and I couldn't do that. You're the only woman for me, mom, the only person in the world I want to give my spunk too."

"Oh sweetheart," replied Liza, feeling tears of happiness start to well up in her eyes, mingling with the spunk, "that makes me so proud. I couldn't love you any more if I tried."

Steven was still milking his orgasm as if it would be the last one he ever enjoyed as spurt after spurt of the thick globules spewed up from his balls until Liza's face was a mass of incestuous spunk, smothered in a liberal helping of her son's seed.

"Oooh, aaagh, yes!" screamed Liza as she opened her mouth and swallowed the last two or three spurts before starting to come down from her own orgasms, "that was fantastic darling, you said we had a lot of catching up to do and you certainly caught up with me all right. You haven't lost any of your fucking skills, in fact that big cock of yours seems to be in first class working order, better than its ever been."

"So I should hope, mom," Steven replied, collapsing into the leather chair, "but then you're such a fantastic fuck. This has been just like the old days."

"Better than that," said Liza, "this is the best fuck you've ever given me, sweetheart. Your cock felt like a red hot poker deep inside me and my pussy and asshole were just SO hot, I thought I'd have tp call in the fire brigade to put out the flames."

"Yeah, the flames of passion," Steven giggled as he kissed his mother on the lips, tasting his own sperm, and the peverted pair wrapped themselves into each other's arms to bask in the afterglow of the best sex they had had for years ...

6.

Merle and Alison had returned to the office fifteen minutes earlier and since they still, officially, had a quarter of an hour of their lunch break left, Alison had joined her in the secretary's office for a quick cup of coffee before returning to her duties on the reception desk. 

"I'd better give Mrs. Hartson a call," said Merle, "see if that mysterious visitor of hers has left yet."

Alison took a sip of coffee as Merle pressed the buzzer. She was about to speak into it when the unmistakeable sounds of grunting and groaning came down the line.

"Bloody hell," gasped Merle, "what's going on?"

Alison jumped out of her seat, almost spilling her coffee, and hurried over to Merle and the two of them placed their ears close to the intercom.

"Oh my goodness," said Alison, "they're FUCKING! But ..."

"She must have left the intercom on in her room," whispered Merle. "Be quiet, or they'll hear us."

Merle had turned her end of the intercom on just as Steven was blowing his load in Liza's pussy, unaware that he and his mother were being listened into. "Thanks, mom," he said and three floors below, Alison and Merle's eyes widened with surprise as they heard Steven speaking.

"Did he say what I think he said?" whispered Alison.

"Sure bloody did," whispered Merle. "He's fucking his OWN MOTHER!"

"That's incest," replied Alison, "oh, my goodness, how depraved. Turn it off, I don't want to hear anymore, it's disgusting."

"We shouldn't be listening, anyway," said Merle, reaching to turn off the switch but now with herself and Alison armed with some knowledge which could be very beneficial to them in the very near future if they played their cards right. "Though I don't find it disgusting at all. In fact, I think it's quite exciting."

"But" said Alison, once she was able to talk in her proper voice again, "that's it for us, then. No chance now, not if he's having it off with his mom. What a waste of such a beautiful man.

"Not to his mother, it isn't." said Merle, succinctly.

"Wonder if his dad knows?" said Alison. "I mean, I know they're divorced and all that but surely ..."

"No idea," interrupted Merle, "but don't you think it be would fun to find out?"

Alison smiled a knowing smile at her friend as she resumed drinking her coffee and Merle bit into the hald-eaten cheese and pickle sandwich she had bought when the pair of them had been out window shopping the New York sidewalks during their lunch hour. Things were certainly looking up, Merle thought to herself, as she swallowed the sandwich hungrily ...

7.

Unaware that their secret was out, Liza watched her son's bare ass cheeks rubbing together as he made his way to the shower for a quick rinse. "D'you know, mom," he called through the door, "I reckon I'm on to a good thing with that secretary of yours."

"How do you mean, sweetheart?" Liza asked, smiling through the remains of her son's calling card that was still evident on her face as Steven returned naked into the office, wiping his face on a towel and treating his mother to an unobstructed view of his full frontal nudity, his confidence in his body ever apparant. He threw the towel down on the desk, on top of a pile of documents Liza had to sign that afternoon, and began pulling on his briefs. It would give him a real turn-on walking around that afternoon knowing his mother had been sniffing them. 

"The looks she was giving me," Steven went on, "I reckon I've only got to say the word and she'll be in bed with me before you can blink."

"I wouldn't like that, sweetheart," replied Liza, going into her bathroom and risking a look in the mirror, horrified to notice that the fresh round of make-up she had applied only an hour or so earlier now needed more work done on it, "I thought you'd been saving yourself for me."

"Of course, mom," said Steven, now buttoning up his shirt as he dressed himself, "my cock is for your holes only, you know that."

"Yes and we mustn't keave it another two years before you visit again," said Liza, likewise getting dressed herself and glancing at her watch. "Well, we timed that well," she went on as she pulled on her panties, "another few minutes and I shall have to get back to work on these contracts which you've wetted with the towel. Why didn't you look where you were putting it?"

"Sorry, mom," replied Steven, "still your little boy, aren't I?"

"Hardly little," said Liza, giving the front of her son's pants a little tweak. "Anyway, you'd best get going, I've a meeting at three o'clock and I've a pile of documents to work through first. Are we on for dinner tonight?"

"Sure are, mom, I don't have to get back to L.A. until the day after tomorrow. Wherever we go, the choice is yours, as long as it means we can have another session here tomorrow, too, if you like. You said just now you didn't want to leave it another two years before we fuck again."

"Oh, sweetheart," said Liza, "that will be lovely."

"Yeah, mom, once I'd got used to the idea, it felt great fucking you in your office. Just glad that secretary and that friend of hers didn't come back early and discover us."

"I'll get Merle to show you out, sweetheart," said Liza, going over to the intercom and reaching out a hand which froze in the air on it way to the buzzer. "Oh, no!" she cried, quickly switching it off, "I must have left the buzzer on. I hope to hell that girl didn't hear anything."

"I doubt it, mom," replied Steven, "didn't you say everyone was out for lunch?"

"Of course," said Liza, her body relaxing. She pressed the buzzer again and glanced at her wristwatch. "Merle wouldn't have got back from lunch until a few minutes ago and we were finished long before then."

"Yes, Mrs. Hartson?" came Merle's clipped tones as she put on her best professional secretarial voice.

Was it Liza's imagination or was there an extra note to her secretary's sing-song voice this afternoon? Liza shrugged off the idea, it was probably just her imagination.

"Merle, dear," she said, "would you like to show my visitor out, please. He'll be on his way down in a few moments."

"Certainly, Mrs. Hartson," said Merle and this time there was no detecting the difference in her voice, "oh and by the way," went on Merle, thinking there was no time like the present and deciding to play her trump card there and then, "I am NOT your dear."

"I BEG your pardon? replied Liza, incredulously.

"You heard me," retorted Mel, "oh, and there's something else you ought to know. Alison and I were SO thrilled today to meet your handsome horny son. Did you have a good fuck?"

Liza and Steven turned and stared at each other, their faces masks of utter horror ...



For Your Pleasure



I’m kissing you. Sucking on your tongue. My hands are exploring your body. Rubbing up and down your back, grabbing your ass, gliding up your sides to your chest. I can’t get enough of you. 

I’m undressing you now. Slowly unbuttoning your shirt. I get the first two undone and begin kissing and biting your neck while unbuttoning the rest of your shirt. I’m sliding it off your shoulders and down your arms, letting it fall to the floor exposing your muscular torso. 

I am licking and gently nibbling on your perky nipples. I hear your soft moans and it’s making me even more excited. I’m unfastening your jeans now, sliding them and your boxers down, exposing your growing erection. You slowly slide one foot out and then the other. I am kissing your stomach and licking around your bellybutton. Sliding my tongue in and out of the small canal. 

I’m licking my way down to your cock, licking the tip of it first. Now along the shaft. I can tell you’re aching for me to suck your dick so I’m now wrapping my moist lips around the shaft and slowly sliding my head back, letting my teeth gently graze along it until only your thick mushroom is left in my mouth. My head is moving back and forth, faster and faster. My tongue licking every inch of your massive member. My lips wrapped tightly around it, creating a strong suction with every bob of my head. Loud slurping and sucking noises fill the room.

I hear your breathing become heavier as I continue to suck your unbelievable cock. I don’t want you to cum yet so I’m going to stop now. I’ll give you one last lick, savoring the precum oozing out of the tip before giving you a real show.

I want you to sit on the bed, now, while I go lay on the floor in front of you. I’m spreading my legs, so you see how wet my freshly shaven pussy is. I can tell you like seeing the light glisten off my moisture, but you haven’t seen anything yet. 

I’m now taking my finger and sliding it between my pussy lips. I’m letting out soft moans as my finger rubs my swollen clit. God, it feels so good. Now I’m sliding a finger into my love canal. Sliding it in and out. Now I’m inserting a second finger, making it wet and sticky with my juices. I’m now bringing my hand up to my mouth and licking my nectar off of my fingers. Mmmmmm, I taste so good. Are you enjoying the show, baby?

I’m going back to fingering myself now. Thrusting my hips as I slide my fingers in and out, faster and faster. I’m looking at you while fucking myself and can tell you can’t handle much more. Now I’m rubbing my nub again. I can feel myself getting close to orgasm. My loins are burning, wanting release. I’m shoving my fingers back inside my hole. Oh, God, I’m going to cum, baby. I’m rubbing my clit with my thumb while my fingers are still inside of me. My moans are getting louder now, filling the room. Ohhhhhh, I’m so close, baby. Oh, ohhhhhhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m moving my hand so you can see my pussy throb and watch my cum flow out of me.

I need you so bad now, baby. Now I’m getting off the floor and walking over to you. I place my hands on your shoulders and push you back making you lay down. Now I’m climbing on top of you, straddling you. I’m slowly lowering myself down, sliding your love pole inside my soaking wet pussy. God, you feel so good inside me, your dick rubbing against my inner walls. 

I’m raising and lowering myself faster and faster. You’re thrusting your hips, going along with my motion. Your hands grip my waist, pulling me down while you buck your hips harder. You’re gonna make me cum again, baby. Oh, God, it feels so good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me! Jam you dick deep inside me! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming, baby! Oh, yeah! Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!! My body won’t stop trembling from my explosive orgasm.

Damn, you’re a good fuck, baby. What? You haven’t cum yet? Good. I’m getting off of you and engulfing my mouth with your dick once again. I love feeling your dick in my mouth. I’m sucking on it, baby. Do you like the way it feels? Do you like having my mouth wrapped around your hard member, watching my head bob up and down while I fuck you with my mouth? I want you to cum in my mouth, baby. I want you to fill my mouth with your warm stickiness. Come on, baby. Cum for me. Mmmmmm, yeah. That’s right, baby. Fill my mouth. Feel me swallow your cum. You taste so good, baby. I’m sucking every last drop out of you. 

I sure had fun. It seems like you did to. I can’t wait until we do this again. You make me so hot, baby, I’m sure we’ll do it again real soon.



For Your Pleasure



This story is my gift to you. I hope others enjoy it too, but this is for you. Happy first Valentine's Day.

*

As I drive to your house I think about our lives. Both new members of the single parent club, it is hard for us to find time to be alone together but we always do. You don't live that far away, but when my pussy is wet and throbbing as I think of you it seems like I will never get there. Finally, I turn off the main road and am that much closer to you. The road turns to dirt and through the field and trees I see the back of your property where you took me to look at shooting stars. I don't remember if we saw any but I do remember it ended with me sucking your cock...a common ending to our visits.

I see the back deck where you wiped my tears away and danced with me the night I thought I lost you. The pool that I always convince you is warmer than it really is. I even managed to talk our freaky fun-time friends into the chilly pool one moonlit night. You always joke you won't believe me next time but you always get in. Maybe its because I prefer to swim naked and my cold wet body against yours in the summer heat is irresistible.

As I pull in the driveway I see your cabin, your hideaway. That was before me. It has now turned into the place where you asked me to get on my knees as you stood above me stroking your hard cock. I sat there watching it glisten with pre cum as you grew closer to an orgasm. I stayed just as you asked me to, on my knees, mouth open, tongue cupped waiting to catch all of your seed. As you shot your load into my mouth and onto my cheek I stayed perfectly still. I didn't want to miss a drop. I kept my mouth open so you could see how full I was of your cum. Waiting for your say so, I closed my mouth and swallowed it all. Even using my finger to scoop up the cum on my cheek and swallow that too. I stayed on my knees to show you my empty mouth like the good cum slut I am. You love my naughty cum obsession.

I am just dying inside thinking about you. I walk in the door and there you stand. You turn to look and me and I am caught in your eyes. You smile that beautiful smile at me. The one that makes the corner of your eyes crinkle. We walk towards each other, you put your arm around my waist and pull me close to kiss me. "I missed you" you whisper as your lips touch mine. I feel like if you weren't holding on to me I would melt onto the floor.

I love how your kiss goes from a soft kiss, to a passionate kiss. You are pulling me closer to you. I can feel your cock hardening. I reach down and can feel how you want me to let you free. You kiss my neck and push me back against the table you bought with your ex wife as you kiss all over my neck. You unbutton my cardigan just a couple buttons and kiss my milky white cleavage. You make my nipples stand right out straight. You step back and pull my shirt off. You resume paying attention to me covering my neck and chest with kisses. Oh, you give me goosebumps! You run your fingers through my shoulder length blonde hair and gently pull my head back. You lean forward and whisper to me, "Take off your bra."

I like when you are a little rough. I am more than happy to respond quickly. You cup my soft white breasts in your strong masculine hands and caress them, pinching my nipples as you kiss me. "Oh, baby! You are making me so wet", I squeal in delight. But you already know that. You have me pinned against the table. My pussy is now throbbing, "I need you in me." I'm begging. "Please, make me cum. I need you...please." I can't move but you know I wouldn't any way. I love the way you are using your erect cock to keep me still. You slowly kiss your way down my neck and chest, across my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. I can feel my orgasm building. "Please, baby, please." It doesn't help. You like when I beg for your cock.

You pull me close again so you can have a whole mouth full of my soft breasts. You are making me crazy with desire. I need you. I need a release soon. You run your hands down my back, down to the soft curves of my ass. I know you well enough to know you can't resist the need to touch my wet pussy. You need to see how wet you make me. You know how your kisses make my pussy slick with desire. I carry extra panties in my purse. Just thinking about you is enough to have to change them.

You reach down between my legs not even waiting to take my pants off. You slide your hand down into my underwear. My pussy is smooth, freshly shaven, as always. I know what you like. I am dripping wet! No surprise to you. You always tell me you have never been with someone as wet as me. I'm still embarrassed by how wet I get but you love it. You put a finger inside me and make me gasp. You slowly pull it out and then slowly slide two in and slowly pull them out. I am so close to cumming. "Please don't stop." "Not yet", you tell me. You bring your fingers up to my lips and put my wet juice on them like naughty lip gloss. Then, you kiss me tasting the most delicious pussy you have ever tasted.

I love the taste of pussy! I lick your fingers and then suck on them pulling them deep into my warm mouth. Tasting myself and reminding you how I like your cock in my mouth. That's all the reminder you need. I can feel how hard you are and you can't resist anymore. "Take off my pants", you say. I undo your jeans and watch your amazing cock spring out from its denim prison. I kiss you passionately stroking you. I can feel your cock already dripping waiting for me to suck you clean. I drop to my knees and kiss the tip, licking you from the head of your cock all the way down to right under your balls. I suck your balls into my mouth and stroke your cock. You are so hard.

I need you now. I need you to fuck my throat. I rub your wet balls as I take you deep in my mouth. You start pumping your hips and pushing deep. After three strokes my throat opens up and I swallow your cock. I love when you fuck my throat making me take you deep. You grab the back of my head and making me swallow your cock deeper. Your cock is so deep down my throat, I can't breathe and yet I love it. How lucky are you? How many men have a girlfriend who loves to suck cock, loves the taste of cum and have no gag reflex. You have the trifecta of blow-jobs with me and you can't get enough!

You pull back and I gasp for air. Taking you that deep makes my eyes water and you wipe my tears away. I love how you can be so rough with me and so gentle at the same time. I want more of your cock. With one of my hands caressing your balls and the other hand using a finger on my swollen clit I lick the insides of your thighs. I lick and kiss all around your cock. Just as you think I'm going to take you in my warm wet mouth again, I just blow on the tip. You can't take the teasing anymore and grab my hair. You push your cock so deep in my mouth again you have me impaled on your cock. Oh, I'm a lucky lady!

I take my dripping wet fingers out of my pussy and rub gently all around your asshole. You love when I touch your ass. Do you remember how surprised you were the first time I licked your ass? You knew I liked it kinky and were happy to find out just how much. I decide it's not enough to have your cock in my mouth and tease your ass with my finger. I slide down under your legs to stand up behind you.

I have you pushed up against the table. I grab the lube pouch out of my pocket and squeeze it into my hand. As I wrap my hand around your fantastic cock I put my tongue in your asshole. Your body shakes and you moan in sheer delight. I stroke you slowly, rubbing my thumb over the head of your cock and back down as my tongue violates your ass. You are so hard. Right as you want to cum I stop...not yet. I give you a couple seconds to make sure the urge to blow your load has passed. Then I start again. Slowly stroking your lubed cock as a squeeze my hand tight. I make a tight circle and push it down over your cock. Making you feel that pop over the head of your cock. Like when you fuck my tight ass.

You want me badly now. You are even more aggressive. You are naked now and turn around and pull me up to face you. You wipe homework and science projects of the table and turn around so I'm against the table again. You push me back on top of it. Grabbing my jeans and wet panties in one swoop you pull them both off. I am completely naked on your table. My pussy is soaking wet and swollen and I need your cock. I tilt my head back readying myself for my favorite cock. Please give it to me. Make me scream! 

I feel your tongue! Oh the way you lick me. Your pussy licking is the best I've ever had...including all the women I've been with, you're the best! I love the way your tongue feels as you lick my clit and then push on it. Over and over again... you know my body well. In the short time we have known each other you have taken the time to know how to satisfy me like no other. I am pushing back on the table so you grab my thighs and pull me back to you. I want you! I need you! With my milky white long legs wrapped around your face you know what's about to happen. You know I am about to cum and grab a tapered candle out of the candle holder that fell to the floor. As you are still licking you push it in my pussy. I drench your face with my cum as you eagerly lap up all my sweetness.

I am recovering from that amazing orgasm and you lean over to kiss me. Mmmmm, I taste good! You stand up and smile at me. I just love your smile. The way your eyes sparkle. The light brown color that just draws me into you. I am ready for more. I need you, you know it. You put the head of your cock up to my hot pussy and push in just to the tip. I know what your doing and you know it drives me wild. You push in slowly, slowly. Taking your time and occasionally stopping. When you make your hard cock twitch inside my hot pussy it hits my g-spot and I am going to cum again.

I reach down and feel your throbbing cock separating my wet lips. Stretching them as you push your cock deep inside. When you are balls deep I scream. You know how I love feeling you pop inside my tight pussy. I keep it tight and shaved just for you. You lean forward and kiss me...I can taste my own cum still, fresh from my pussy and I love it! I love to feel your weight on me. You feel so good, your body on mine.You pull back out slowly and push back in again. I can't take it! I grab you by the hips and pull you deep into me. "Fuck...me!" You slide me down to the edge of the table and start pounding me! "Ohhhhh, I'm cumming baby....ahhhhhh" You make me scream! You have now pushed me further back on the table by thrusting me so hard. You climb up on it so you can get in me deeper. My legs are shaking and I am exhausted but I still want more. I want you. I want your hot cum inside me.

My hands explore your body...touching your muscular arms, my fingers scratch down your back. I put my hands on your hips so I can feel every bit of you working your amazing cock into me. I am so wet, my juices are running down my ass crack. You know how wet I am and pull out.You grab my legs and put them over your shoulder...I can feel your cock pushing on my tight asshole...Oh, you know how I love that! I feel you taking my ass...oh you feel so good. You love that I am so open and willing with you, that my body is for you. My pleasure comes from your pleasure.

You push in, this time not going slow. You know your cock makes me feel full and hurts as you push in. You also know I like the reminder days later when my ass still hurts from the raw fuck you gave me! "Please, fuck my ass deep and hard." I love when you take my ass like this because I can still see your eyes. I love to look into them as we fuck. I love how even when I watch you fuck other women you look at me. I know you are fucking them thinking about me, giving them my cock that I am nice enough to share. But your cum? That's mine. And I take it back from whoever and wherever you put it. Other women mouth's. Other women pussy's.

"Can I please bring home a ass slut? I want you to fuck her ass like you fuck mine. I want you to cum in it. Then I want her to squat over my face and drip all your cum in my mouth. Please...please?" You are so amazingly sexy and I am the luckiest lady in the world. I can tell you are about to cum, because your breathing changes. You plow your cock into my tight ass and blow your load deep in me. I've been rubbing my clit and feeling you explode deep inside me, makes me cum again. My body is shaking from all the orgasms.

You pull your cock out and I can feel cum dripping out of my ass. I love it! You lay on top of me and push my hair up. I am covered in sweat, yours and mine. You kiss my neck. You are still on top of me but slide your arms under my body & hug me tight. I love it when you hold me like this after we are both spent, my body shaking and your warm body on mine.

You stand up and I roll over and slide down, holding on to the table to clean off your cock. I'm gentle because I know how sensitive you are after cumming. When I'm done you help me stand. I can hardly walk and my body is still shaking. You help guide me up the stairs my body still trembling. You help me into the bathroom and help me into the shower. As we stand in the shower together you wash my body for me and help me rinse off. You know I am weak after cumming so hard. You help me out and wrap a towel around me. You kiss me softly. We brush our teeth and head to your big bed. Naked of course.

In your big bed you pull me close to you. I love to sleep snuggled right next to you, my spot. I feel safe snuggled right into your chest hair your arms around me. I love to feel your heartbeat, listen to you breathe, feel the warmth of your body next to mine. You pull me closer to you, rub my hair and kiss me softly. I've never told you until now. Sleepily I whisper, "I love you, Rick." I fall asleep knowing that I am yours and you are mine, always.



For Your Pleasure as Much as My Own



The click click click of the rain on the metal awning awakens her. She has been alone, waiting for him to show up. So many things are running through her mind as she paces the room waiting for some sign that he has made the long trip successfully.

She can't decide which is stronger. The beating of her heart, or the tingling in her groin. She has wanted this weekend for months now and she absentmindedly runs her hand up her inner thigh as she closes her eyes and thinks of the sound of his voice the last time she heard him.

"I will be there soon," he whispered over the phone, " tonight when the clock strikes 8. you will be mine... just mine." and with that he had hung up the phone.

She was lost in the rhythm of the rain and the throbbing in her heart and pussy. "I hope he is the man that I think he is" she thinks to herself. "I hope I don't disappoint him." she is jolted back to reality as she hears both the chiming of the eight-o-clock hour and the forceful rapping on the door.

"He's here." she smiles, and opens the door and throws her arms around him and kisses his lips. Startled as the bellboy pulls away from her embrace wiping the lipstick from his mouth with a nervous smile, "I, uh, have a message for you." he stammers and hands her the sealed envelope. As he walks away with a tip in hand she can see him stagger, still woozy from the kiss he had received from the near naked woman.

She looks at the envelope and pauses for only a moment before she rips the top open.

Her hands shaking with anticipation, she unfolds the letter and reads...

"I have been unavoidably detained. Please take the car and go to the restaurant, I will be along as soon as I can break away."

Tears started to flow as she crumpled up the letter and made a perfect 3 point shot into the waste basket. Dejectedly she walks around getting her things and taking the slow walk to the car. As she makes the drive to the restaurant she starts to seethe with anger. "How can he do this to ME. Get me all excited and dressed up just to let me down. It just isn't right!" punctuating the last statement with a hard rap on the steering wheel. It was only then that she realized that she was crying and screaming at the same time, and that during her tirade she had been pressing down progressively harder on the gas peddle.

The sudden flashing of blue and red lights woke her out of her childish tantrum. Composing herself as she watches the cop get slowly out of his vehicle and move with graceful authority toward her now open window.

"Evening Officer," she said, doing her best Marilyn Monroe impersonation. "I'm sorry if I was going a bit too fast, I just plumb forgot what the speed limit was." as she uttered those words she ran a long slender finger provocatively down her cleavage.

"Out of the car ma'am," was the stern reply for the less than impressed officer. "turn around and place your hands on top of the car." he said matter of factually as if he had never even noticed the plentiful amount of breast that was pushing from the top of her blouse.

Shaking as she turned to face the car. Feeling the cool steel beneath her palms. All at once she felt his foot spreading her ankles farther apart and firm hips pressed to her bottom.

" I am doing this as much for your protection as my own ma'am." he said firmly. With that he brought one wrist and then the other behind her back. The tight cuffs being attached to them.

His breath hot and short as he whispered in her ear. "Or perhaps I mean as much for your PLEASURE as much as MINE." he said with a haunting giggle.

Her body at once pressed against the vehicle. She could hear the rustle of a buckle being undone and then the sound of a zipper moving downward.

She was unable to move...or maybe deep down she did not want to. His hips were firm to hers and there was no mistaking the desire. She could feel him growing as he let his pants fall with a thud to the pavement.

Suddenly her bound hands felt the firm, warm flesh of his cock as he placed it between them. Instinctively she wrapped her fingers around his swollen appendage and he started to pump his hips.

Her face pressed against the cold glass of the car in sharp contrast to the heat from the officer and the heat building between her legs.

"Oh God," she thought." how can I be doing this? I should be screaming in fright." and still her hands gently stroked his manhood as he grabbed her hips and pumped slowly.

She could feel the slow trickle of moisture as it ran ever so slowly down her thighs. She wondered why no one stopped to come to her aid on this somewhat busy street. Then she realized that in the dark of the night and with the position of his body to hers it must have looked routine.

The betrayal of her body was a shock to her. She had always been careful of her choice in partners and had only had a few. She had left the hotel hurt and disappointed because her man had not shown, she had driven recklessly to get to him and now here she was with a strangers cock between her gripping fingers...and she could think of nothing else but how good it would feel inside her. How she longed for it to stretch her tight nether lips and fill her completely.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she realized how close to an orgasm she was.

She could hear his panting, knowing that he was getting close too. Then all at once he stopped. His rigid member pulled reluctantly from her grip as her fingers tried desperately to keep it there. She started to look back at him.

"Don't!" he shouted and pressed her against the car and then a piece of cloth of some sort sent her world into complete darkness as he tied it behind her head. Trying to look for even a hint of light was useless, she was blind.

The clunk of the car door being opened and her body being lifted and then tossed into the back seat shook her back to reality. Again she thought of screaming. But as she opened her mouth it was immediately filled with the tip of his pulsating cock. The smell of his sex was strong and ...wonderful.

Her tongue wrapped around it as he slowly slid it deeper inside. His groan letting her know the pleasure he felt. She was his now. She knew this. As she lay on her back with her head off the side of the seat he rocked his hips and fucked her mouth slowly at first and then with an increased tempo that sent spasms through every part of her body.

She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollow as she suctioned his penis wanting him to fill her mouth with his love juice.

Feeling her dress rise slowly she started to pull away.

" Keep sucking!" he hissed and pressed it down her throat making her gag on him.

She could feel the stiff night stick as it rubbed her now molten hot flesh.

"What a night NOT to wear panties." she thought almost laughingly.

Moaning loudly as he pressed the firm rod to the entrance of her cavern and said "Yessssss!" almost pleading with him to plunge it deep.

She writhed, not sure how much longer she could take the sexual torture being done to her. She wanted to cum NOW!!

again came that haunting laugh. One almost recognizable to her but yet she was unable to place where she might of heard it before. That train of thought was broken as the night stick slid into her and he started to thrust it in and out.

"That's it my little slut. Take both of them deep." and she did.

Then once again as quickly as it started. He was gone. No cock in her mouth, no night stick filling her wanton pussy. She almost cried. This was unbearable!! She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it now! How dare he leave her so close to cumming! How dare he leave her.....

and that was when she knew.

But comprehension was short lived. In the next moment hands gripped her tender breasts. A masculine hip with a throbbing shaft plunged between her thighs. His grunt evidence of the force at which he impaled her. His girth almost ripping her apart. He was so large!

She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels hard into his thighs. She could feel the sweat on his body as he pounded her aching pussy.

No reprieve, no moment to catch a breath or collect a thought. Just raw animal mating. Her hips writhed and bucked. Her sounds were not any she had ever heard come out of her mouth.

He did not stop...she wondered if he ever would and she wondered if she ever wanted him to.

Over and over again he assaulted her tender flesh with his manhood. His balls slapping out a tempo on her ass. The pain of laying on her bound wrists, and the relentless pounding of her body left her breathless. Wriggling to get more comfortable only led to harder thrusts from this officer of the law.

"YESSSSSS!!!!" she heard herself shout "I am going to cum!" her hips uncontrollable as she pushed, to meet his piston like hips. Diving him to hit the back of her cervix with each stroke.

His only answer was more relentless pounding. They were both lost in their desire for release and it came. Not as a gentle wave crashing against the shore, but as if a dam had burst from years of built up pressure. As if the walls that had held back her juices had given way to a life time of pent up sexual frustration.

Her sobbing was not that of sadness but that of pleasure. Just when she thought she could take no more his throbbing cock let loose a torrent of white hot sperm. At once mixing with her own. Their combined juice spilling out of her as he pummelled her very tender lips.

When the juices stopped flowing she felt him pull from her. The only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts. Tiny drops of his sweat fell like raindrops on her overheated body. Sometime in the fury of their coupling her shirt had been opened exposing her naked flesh.

She was suddenly aware of everywhere his mouth, teeth and hands had been and she couldn't move.

Then tender hands started to dress her. She felt the fabric once again cover her body as he gently smoothed her clothes and then brushed her sweat drenched hair back into place.

He released the cuffs and placed her hands on the wheel.

"I am going to let you go this time, I think you have paid your debt to society." he murmured. "Don't remove the blindfold for three minutes and I want you to count out loud so I can hear you."

She did as she was told and she heard the police car pull away.

She composed herself as best she could and pulled back onto the road. Her mind whirling as she made her way to the restaurant and the man who was waiting for her.

"What will I tell him?" she thought "how can I explain what happened"

When she arrived he was already seated at the table. He didn't rise when she came in but stayed planted in his seat.

"I am so sorry to be late," he apologized. " I will try not to let it happen again." and with that he smiled an odd smile.

They ate and drank. They held hands and whispered words of love to each other and she felt at ease.

"You look different tonight," he smiled at her. "almost as if you have just been laid." he chuckled at his own words.

She blushed.

"I have taken the liberty of extending our stay. "he stated as he paid the bill and left a generous tip. "I want us to really explore our desires and our fantasies this week. After all this trip is as much for your PLEASURE as my own." he said with a wink.

She froze where she was. "What did he just say?"

And then she remembered that laugh and those tender hands that felt so familiar.

"Did I ever tell you that I have some great friends in the sheriffs department?" he said as he started to rise. " They even let me take out an old patrol car once in a while just for fun."

And as he rose to his full height and started to walk away she saw that he was wearing the pants of a Sheriff's uniform and glancing out the window she saw the patrol car in the parking lot.

"I don't have to return it until tomorrow," he commented over his shoulder. "perhaps we can find some more offenders that we can..." and with that his voice trailed off.

Smiling she got to her feet and felt the tingling in her most private of places. "Yes," she whispered under her breath. "Maybe we can." and she ran after him.



For Your Sins



The room was rectangular, featureless, and pastel. It had a bed, also uninteresting. On the bed, the man's eyes had just opened, but the lines and planes and colors were still wandering around bumping into each other in the haze. Gradually they connected, formed an image of the surroundings, and asked for an explanation.

Tom looked around and wondered where he was.

The room wasn't familiar to him. It wasn't even the blandness of a hotel room, where you had to check the telephone book to see which city was outside. It had no other furnishings, no doors, no windows, no apparent source for the even lighting. The bed had no blankets or pillows, just a soft surface. It seemed more of an idea of a bed than a real bed.

Tom tried to move, and found that he was bound. He felt soft bands that held him to the bed at hips, shoulders, ankles, and wrists. He could at least raise his head to find that he could not see the restraints that kept him immobile. He also found that he was entirely naked.

"Ah, you're awake Tom. That's good."

A woman wearing black hair down to her waist and nothing else walked into Tom's field of view. He twisted his neck around; there was no door there either. She came to stand beside his bed, incongruously holding a clipboard. 

"Are you Stanley Thomas Wingert, generally known as Tom, born in 1962, lately of Seattle?"

"What do mean lately? I live there now."

"You used to live there. Now you're buried there."

"What? What kind of sick joke is this? Who are you, and where the hell are we?"

"Got it in one, Tom," she smiled sweetly. 

"Got what? Oh . . . Now wait a minute! This has gone far enough! Did you drug me? Is this a ransom deal? Cut the bullshit and tell me what you want with me."

She consulted her clipboard. "If you are indeed Stanley Thomas Wingert . . ." she looked up for confirmation, and Tom nodded tightly. "You have just died of an aneurism, and will be spending the rest of eternity here with us."

"In Hell? For what reason?"

She looked at her clipboard one more time. "Infidelity." She tossed the clipboard over her shoulder where it disappeared. 

Nice sleight of hand, thought Tom, definitely nothing up her sleeve. She was, in fact, gorgeous beyond dreams. She had dusky skin and dark almond eyes. Long hair the color of a moonless night cascaded over slender shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly full, just to the point of a slight sag and no more. Dark areoles were set high and just a bit wide. She followed his gaze down and raised her hands to gently heft them for his appreciation. "Do you like what you see?"

"Well, of course. But I'm confused. Isn't Hell supposed to be for punishment and torment?"

"We'll get to that soon enough," she purred. She climbed onto the bed next to him and leaned over his nude form. Involuntarily, his cock started to stiffen. She let her hair drift over him, swaying to let it brush him from head to toe. As he came to full erection, she made sure not to actually touch his cock, which strained for contact.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I'm your personal demon. I was created to spend eternity with you, tending to you in my special way."

Tom gasped as she emphasized her point. "I thought demons had horns and tails and red skin."

She laughed, "How quaint! Do people still believe that? I could, of course. I can look like anything I want, but why would I? Don't you like this better?"

"Of course. You're very lovely."

"Do you like my tits?" She leaned over until they dangled inches from his face. He strained to touch them, but she kept them just out of reach. She moved her shoulders, making them jiggle invitingly.

She resumed brushing her hair down his body. His cock pointed achingly to the ceiling. "Touch me, please! That feels so good that I can't stand it!" he pleaded.

"That's the general idea," she leaned over close to his swollen member, inspecting it minutely. The head was turning purple from the unrelenting teasing. She blew softly on it, laughing at the gasp from him.

Tom had no idea how long her teasing went on. There was no way to measure time in the featureless room. There was no clock, no change of lighting. He did not get hungry, or thirsty, or need to pee. She kept him hard, varying her routine just enough to keep him on the edge of anticipation, convinced that at any second she would finally grasp his erection and give him relief. He thrust and bucked his hips as much as his restraint allowed. His back was arched, all the muscles of his arms and legs were rigid as he yearned for the climax that never came.

Eventually . . . finally . . . after a time. All these imply the passing of time, and time did not pass here. Nonetheless, at some point the demon paused and sat back, legs curled under her. She was still as composed and lovely as the moment she came in.

Tom sank quivering to the mattress, exhausted. "Ah! Why don't you just end it?" he wailed.

"I don't think you've grasped the meaning of eternity yet, Tom."

"So what is this, a rest break?"

"Not really. I'm just providing some relative calm, so that you'll feel it even more when we resume." She ran her fingertips up his leg, right to the base of his cock as punctuation. Tom groaned.

"What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you. Demons don't want, we just are."

"Well, I want a lawyer."

She threw her head back in a heartbreakingly rich contralto laugh. "Oh we have plenty of lawyers, but they're all otherwise occupied! Most of them a lot less pleasantly than you." She continued to walk her fingers across sensitive spots, keeping him from losing his erection.

Tom cast around for ways to keep her from resuming her torment. "Do you have a name?"

"No, I don't need one. I'm the only demon in here with you. Things only need a name if there's more than one."

"Are you worried that I'll have power over you if I learn your name?"

She laughed again. "Another quaint notion that won't die. No, I simply don't have a name."

"Alright, I need a name for you, even if you don't. I'll call you Jessica. I've always thought that was a very pretty name."

The demon looked at him as if she were oddly touched by his thought. "That's very sweet of you. It has a pleasing sound to it. But you're ready to resume now." 

"No I'm not!"

She looked him over, a bored and unhungry cat regarding a mouse. "We have different goals, plaything."

She leaned over his cock, inspecting it critically. It was swollen and purple and ached deep into its roots from the continuous stimulation. Tom thought that it looked stretched, longer and fatter than it had ever been before. At one time he would have given anything to have a bigger cock; now it was only that much more agony. The demon breathed on it, and the rushing red tide swept all other thoughts out to sea.

In this episode of eternity, the demon would periodically touch his throbbing member. Each time a jolt of lighting shot through his pelvis through his spine to his brain, crisping every synapse it its path. Each one gave the hope of being the final push that would send him over the edge into the orgasm that would give him relief at last. Each hope perished as he fell short time and again. Tom tried to time his reactions to clench and thrust in time with one of her touches, in hopes of pushing himself over. The demon read him too well and varied her timing, and always caught him wrong-footed.

Tom switched tactics, and tried to think of humiliating moments in his life. Once in college he had had a series of promising but ultimately frustrating heavy petting sessions with a beautiful classmate. She had always gone willingly all the way down to panties and then stopped short, leaving him steaming on the siding. He belatedly remembered that her name was Jessica, and knew why that name had seemed right for the demon. Then on the night when she leaned down to where he was suckling on her tits and whispered in his ear, "I want to feel you inside me," she pulled down her panties and his boxers, only to find that some cold medicine he had taken that afternoon had left him unable to perform. Her scorn had been literally withering, and he had thought that his cock was going shrink back into his body and disappear. 

He had spent years trying to forget that night, but now he replayed it in his head, trying to bring back every sneer and recrimination. He willed his cock to remember that insult and to wilt away from this reincarnation of Jessica. For a triumphant moment he thought he would succeed as he felt a slight lessening of the pressure in his crotch.

The demon Jessica looked up at him as she felt the change. "Naughty boy," she said, and leaned forward and took his balls in her hot mouth. The lightening storm that erupted in his hindbrain scattered his thoughts like sheep before the wolf. He surged straight to the edge again, and she held him there expertly while ages of the earth arose and waned.

When she released him to collapse in a quivering puddle of protoplasm, she stretched with feline grace and announced, "I have to go to a meeting. My division is getting reorganized, and attendance is mandatory. The rumor is that we're getting merged with Audit, since we both screw people."

Tom croaked, then had to wet his lips and swallow twice before he could get out, "Hell has reorganizations?"

"Well of course. Where do you think humans got the idea?"

She started to leave, and then turned around just before she reached the wall. "You'd probably like to stretch a little. Would you like me to loosen your bonds while I'm gone?"

Tom had to swallow again, not believing his luck. "Yes, that would be very nice", he said as levelly as possible. He didn't want to appear too eager.

"Alright, there you go," she said airily. "Be good." She faded from sight.

Tom grabbed immediately for his cock, ready to beat off in record time. He felt like a gallon of cum had built up in his balls, and this was his one chance for relief. Just a few quick strokes should finally do it . . . His hands crashed to a stop just inches away from their goal. He grabbed and squirmed futilely for a moment, then pounded his fists in the bed in frustration. Demon Jessica had known just how much slack to give him. He could hear her deep laughter floating through the air.

If he could not get relief that way, at least he could try to let go of the erection that felt like it had lasted for eons. He stared at it, willing it to deflate. God, it was enormous now. It was probably twice the length and thickness he had before. It bobbed angrily in time with his breathing, steadfastly refusing to ease.

He found that looking at his own monster cock was stimulating enough to keep the cycle going. He closed his eyes, and tried to form an image of a grassy glade deep in the forest. A quiet stream tumbled over rocks that were warmed by a gentle sun. The moss was soft under his bare skin, and the music of the water lulled his tensions away. It was hard not to strain to relax faster, which would have been self-defeating. Just keep up the relaxing imagery: a gentle breeze moved through the leaves briefly and then let them rest again.

Now a lovely water nymph came down to drink at the stream. It was peaceful watching her stir the water gently with a finger into expanding ripples. She cupped water in her hands and let the droplets trickle over her bare breasts. She shivered and sighed, a new leaf caressed by a spring breeze. One hand arched to touch a nipple, the other curled between her legs. Her fingers moved in languid circles as she closed her eyes and lost herself in her pleasures. Tom moaned and redoubled his efforts to touch his inaccessible and painful hardness. 

The nymph was quaking now, the leaf buffeted by a building storm. She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts to the sky and crying out in wordless joy, then collapsing in elemental relief as the leaves settled again to rest.

Tom realized he was sobbing, both at the beauty of the act he had witnessed and the frustration of the release that was denied to him. Even in his daydreams he was doomed to be tormented. He heard the laughter of Jessica returning and re-opened his eyes as she appeared through the wall again.

"Did you enjoy the show I arranged for you while I was gone? I wouldn't want you to get bored."

"I might have known you had your lovely, twisted hands in it. Do you do some sort of incantation to write a script for my daydreams?"

"Not as you would understand it. Words really have no power. I had to solve a multivariate system of symbolic equations to set up the parameters for your entertainment. It's mathematics that has the real power to move the cosmos."

Tom blinked. "Really?"

"Oh, yes. Forget all your weapons of mass destruction. The wrong bit of predicate calculus and the Earth would be toast. It's fortunate that few of you know how to think in higher-dimensional spaces."

"And here I thought you were just another empty-headed bimbo."

Jessica looked like she had been slapped, anger eclipsing initial shock. She fixed Tom with a look that suggested he was a cockroach that had just walked across a formal dinner table with all the guests present. He began to fear for his safety. Not smart to anger a demon who could decide to set the wrong term to zero in her next equation. . .

"That didn't come out right. I'm sorry. I meant that you just made me realize that there was far more to you than met the eye, er, I mean you're beautiful, of course, but smart as well, and . . . and . . . I'll respect you in the morning, too."

Jessica burst out laughing, great peals of laughter that did such incredible things to her breasts that Tom almost strained an eye muscle following them. He damned himself for a fool for noticing, and then thought sadly how redundant that was now.

"So, how was the re-org meeting?" he asked. The more she talked the more he postponed resuming his torment.

"I know the story of Scheherazade, too, you know." She came to sit on the bed beside him and ran her hand down his chest, following the trail of fine hairs leading down from his navel, down across his lower abdomen, trailing her fingernails across his balls. His cock jerked and bobbed and grew larger yet.

"The meeting lasted an eternity," she said as she let her finger stray through his curly hair. 

"I've . . . sat through meetings . . . like that," he gasped.

"No, that's not it. In Hell, meetings really do last an eternity."

"But you just left and came right back."

"Eternity is sequential on the microscopic level, otherwise you couldn't have a conversation. But it's simultaneous on the macroscopic level, so it's entirely possible to sit for eternity in a meeting and return by the end of your daydream. You can't really say it in English, and the math is way beyond you."

"Uh, right."

"Anyway, it was a standing meeting . . ."

"A regularly repeating eternal meeting?"

"No, I mean there were no chairs."

"What, to add to my torment I have to be your straight man, too?"

"So all the demons were standing in a crowd, listening to the Boss go on about efficiencies and quotas. And of course demons don't wear clothes. I began to realize that the male demon standing behind me was interested in me."

"Did he try to hit on you?"

"You might say that. You see, male demons have muscles in their penis, like an elephant's trunk. And this guy had a long one. I began to feel something caressing my legs, coiling softly around my ankles, and slowly stroking towards my thighs. I shook him off the first few times but he persisted. The lights went down and they started the Powerpoint presentation . . . Don't look surprised, we own the patent on that and a number of other instruments of torment . . . and I was feeling bored, so I let him continue. 

"I could feel his serpent sliding up and down my ass crack. It was hot and smooth; the skin was silky but bands of steel moved beneath the surface. I moved my leg slightly, and he took the opening, slid between then, and made his way up past my navel. He was very skilled, and coiled around both breasts, squeezing and fondling them. His hot length was sliding down my ass crack and up across my clitoris as he worked on my tits. He descended again, and soon I could feel the head of his penis nuzzling at my opening, trying to find a way in. His hands came around me in the dark, and cupped my breasts, like this." She held them gently in her hands, and began playing with her nipples. Tom watched them harden and grow until they jutted out like erasers.

"Now I was starting to get wet, so he began to work his way inside me. The head was very bulbous, almost a knob, and he had to work steadily and patiently to ease it inside. Once he had managed that, he kept inching more and more inside me. I have no womb, so I took over eighteen inches of him inside. He began rocking gently in the darkness and pinching my nipples harder and harder. He inched more of his cock inside me, making it thicker and harder, and filling me until it could not move any more.

"Now I squeezed back, trapping him inside me. It became a battle, where he would push and thrust inward, and I would squeeze like a python on her prey. He mauled my breasts and his testicles felt like tennis balls against my ass. Then he lifted my from my feet with the strength of his penis alone, and dangled me on the end of his pole.

"Finally, after eons of struggle, I felt the eruption course through the penis that joined us, deep into my body, exploding scalding ectoplasm into my innermost parts, and running in streams down my legs. My own ecstasy came a moment later, and I grasped him in a crushing grip, and sucked from him two more molten eruptions to fuel my fire. I could have drained him, unwise as he was to couple with me with no means of retreat. But he had been diverting during an interminable meeting, so I let him slip free, and all the demons around us applauded quietly."

"Uh, wow. That was hot. Why is it you can keep me on the edge even by telling me about a meeting?"

"It's my purpose. I was created to torment you, so everything I do has that end."

"Did you enjoy the male demon? Did he give you release? I never get to do that for you, so you must be as frustrated as I am."

"The only thing a demon enjoys is fulfilling her purpose. The main reason I let him take me is so that I could use the story to torment you more."

"It did. It made me crazy that he was able to touch you the way I've been wanting to. I want to pound my cock in you in the worst way, and shoot this load that you've built up over I don't know how long. But I feel jealous too. I want to make you scream out and lose control. I want to make you come until you see stars. I want to hold you afterwards while you gasp and tremble from your orgasm, and fall asleep with you in my arms."

The demon looked uncertain for the first time since Tom had awakened under her care. "Why do you want to do that?"

"Because you're funny and smart and beautiful. You're totally devoted to me, in your own way. You've been my only company for ages, and we're going to be together for eternity, or so you tell me. I suppose it's only natural; I think they called it the prisoner syndrome. You come to love your captor after long enough, and I think that it's happened to me."

The demon sat lost in thought for a while, though she still remembered to let her hands roam over Tom's body to keep him in his unrelenting state of excitement. She reached up to inscribe rows of fiery symbols in the air with a graceful finger and considered the results. "That wasn't supposed to happen." She made some alterations to several of the lines, then nodded. "I can work with that."

"Jessica?"

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

She looked at him in surprise, then back at her equations. She rubbed out two symbols and wrote slightly different ones in their place. She smiled a dazzling smile in his direction. "You asked for it."




For Your Sins



She leaned across his body, coming closer and closer. He tried to reach up to put his hands on her body, but found she had retightened his bonds. They were face to face now, his slack with anticipation, hers with an enigmatic smile. She allowed her breasts to touch lightly on his chest. Tom felt that her nipples were going to slice cleanly through his breastbone and cut out his heart. 

Closer . . . closer . . . their lips touched, barely. As in everything she did, her control was perfect, her intent to give just enough to excite a fever, never enough to quench. She brushed his lips over his, caressed with them, exhaled the gentlest of breezes. Out of his sight, two points of hot flesh traced eldritch equations across his chest. She kissed both of his eyelids, and pushed herself back up. 

"How was that, Tom?"

He had to struggle for breath enough to answer. "It was beautiful. And crushing. Now my heart aches as much as my balls."

"Let's see what more we can do."

She bent over his rigid cock, opening her lips as if she were finally going to touch him where he had throbbed for so long. She stretched the anticipation into a hellish eternity. Tom had never felt the adage that there was an infinity between each second and the next so keenly. When she had almost touched, she pursed her lips, and blew hotly on the tip.

Tom's body galvanized at that shock, back arched, every muscle spasmed as if wracked by electric shock. In that instant, she touched her lips to his penis and drank. 

He didn't reach his longed-for orgasm. He didn't come, pumping into her mouth. He felt no release. Rather she used his rigid cock as a straw, and drained his fluid from his balls in a steady, excruciating stream. As with all of her torments, it went on and on for all of time. It went on past the point of emptiness to a new ache of unfilled void. The void expanded to fill his soul and he felt utterly lost. Yet when at last she finished he felt that she had removed ten pounds of molten lead from each testicle.

She leaned close and put her lips to her ear. Surely the breast that brushed one arm as she did was no accident. In a breath that barely stirred the air, she whispered, "A small mercy."

She let him recover, stroking him just enough to keep him aroused. His now-enormous cock was engorged and congested with blood. Veins stood out sharply from the skin, and the glans was swollen like a giant purple mushroom cap. As much as he throbbed and ached, however, the painful pressure in his balls had been relieved for the moment. It was indeed a small mercy she had shown him, perhaps all that she could get away with granting him.

Now she was idly playing with the fine hair that swirled counter-clockwise around his navel and trailed downward towards his swollen member. "You seem like such a decent guy, Tom. What did you do to end up here? Not that I'm complaining. I'd rather spend eternity with you than a lot of the losers we get."

"I thought you had all the records."

"It's strange, they don't give any details. Just 'Infidelity.'" 

Tom sighed. "Ginny and I had been married for seven years. No kids yet, but maybe. Someday. We had things to do first. I was so in love with her, she was the light of my life. She was irrepressible, always finding delight in everything we did. Pretty, and smart, and all those other wonderful qualities. We had a great love life; nothing kinky, but we were in great shape and enjoyed each other's bodies.

"Ginny had an identical twin sister. Janey was a bit darker, a bit more calculating, but usually fun to be around as long as it was for pleasure, not business. They were absolutely identical, right down to the freckles.

"We often did things with Janey and her husband Don. About a month before I died, we had rented a cabin in the mountains and gone up to enjoy the snow. After an afternoon of snowshoeing we had dinner by the fire in the lodge, having several very nice bottles of wine. On the way back to the cabin, I suggested going to the hot tub to relax, but the others declined. Don said that the wine had triggered a migraine and wanted to lie down, and Janey said she would keep him company. Ginny was tired and wanted to finish a book she was reading. I almost gave up, but I had some knots in my calf I wanted to try to soak away.

"The hot tub was on a secluded porch, with screens around against the wind and prying eyes, but open to the stars. On this still night the heater by the tub kept the air fairly comfortable.

"I had been soaking for about twenty minutes and was thinking about heading back when I heard footsteps. Ginny came in wearing the yellow robe I had given her for Christmas. 'I thought about you alone out here and I wanted to give you some company,' she said. She dropped the robe to the ground, and gave me a sweet smile in all her naked glory. She has a beautiful body, trim and lithe, and as graceful as a dancer. Her tits are small and elegant with curves I never get tired of watching. Her hair is golden red and wavy, both north and south. I could see her nipples puckering and the goosebumps forming on her arms in the cold.

"She slid into the water next to me and cuddled up with one of my arms around her. She had hardly settled down before I felt her hand on my cock and her lips seeking mine in the dark. She is a wonderful kisser, and she nibbled and nipped on my lips and tongue in her slow sensuous way. Her own tongue is more of a spy than an invader, slipping in and out to learn the territory, not to occupy it.

"I lifted her from the water and kissed the salty spa water from her neck and collarbone. She arched her back and whimpered, offering her breasts for my attention. I ran my hands over them, always fascinated by the way that they curve so gently and softly to the abrupt bump of her nipples, which come to attention at the slightest provocation. I followed those contours again and again with my lips to make sure I never forgot them.

"She pulled me up to sit on the edge, and lowered her lips to my cock. She usually starts like it's an ice cream cone, nibbling the tip and down the side, then back up with a long lick to catch the melting drips. That night she sucked it in deeply, slowly pulling back to the tip, then sucking it back down. It seemed a little different for her, but I was loving it. She fondled my balls as she slid out slowly and sucked me back in, with a deeper gasp each time. Then I felt her finger probing around my ass, sliding from balls to asshole, and then gently opening me up and sliding in. This was something new, shocking and exciting at the same time. 

"Then she touched my prostate, which was like setting off a pound of C4 right behind my cock. I thrust involuntarily, almost gagging her. Semen boiled and I shot round after round down her willing throat. The world flicked like an old TV set that was losing its vertical and went dim. "I came to with her licking me clean and rapidly recovering my hardon. My brain cells were misfiring like an old Ford truck, but I was realizing that something was different. Ginny had never done it this way before. She looked up at me with her dancing emerald eyes and a crafty smile that I had never seen on my wife. It was Janey, the sister who always got what she wanted. I started to protest, but she had effective ways of silencing me.

"She straddled me, grasped my cock and positioned herself above it. She rubbed the head around her moist entrance, and let me feel how ready she was. She said, 'Fuck me Tom. Hard.' I grasped her hips and speared her to her depths in one motion, damning myself forever.

"She felt just like Ginny, being identical twins. She was just as tight, just as deep, just as warm. I bottomed out on her cervix at just the same point, causing her to twitch. But Janey was more skilled. She knew how to twist her hips as she rode up and down, how to grasp with her inner muscles, how to excite me then slow me to make us both last. I was a willing partner by then, grabbing her hips to pace her, running my hands over her breasts, drawing her down for a deep kiss. Finally I could feel her tremble and pull me in as deep as she could reach and hold me there. She clenched me tight. Her trembling increased until she was shaking like a leaf. I could feel her spasm through my cock and then we both screamed with the orgasm that ripped through her and into me and back into her. I filled her with my semen and called out Ginny's name in my head."

Tom had closed his eyes as he had replayed the scene in his head. As he came to the end he realized that Jessica was no longer stroking him. He opened as eyes to find her watching him with dilated eyes and parted lips. She had one hand tucked between her legs and there was the scent of musk in the air. She licked her lips and asked, "So that's what you did to end up here? Have an affair with your sister?" "It wasn't an affair, it was just that one time. She slipped on her robe and left me. I slid back into the tub to rinse off the smell of sex. I felt guiltier by the minute for what I had done. I had cheated on Ginny, and it was an incredible experience. I couldn't stand to be in the same room with Janey for the rest of the trip. I was sure her eyes or mine would telegraph what we had done together. I felt a terrible guilt for cheating, and a terrible desire to get Janey alone to do it again.

"In the following weeks I became more and more obsessed with it. I wanted to call Janey and meet her for more mind-blowing sex, I wanted to burn it all from my memory and make it like it never happened. I wanted to teach Ginny how to have sex like that, and was paralyzed with fear she would ask 'Where did you learn that all of a sudden?'"

Jessica gazed into space. Her fingers traced idle symbols in the air. "Most of our . . . inmates . . . in this section have much worse records than yours. It seems that you died too soon after your encounter. Your coefficients for guilt and passion," she traced two symbols in the air, "were too high, and the ones for forgiveness and reconciliation," two more symbols joined the line, "were way too low. If you had lived long enough to confess to Ginny and make up, you wouldn't have ended up here."

"An equation sent me to Hell?"

"Confirming the suspicions of generations of schoolchildren, no doubt." 

Jessica climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. Kneeling above him, she looked at him sadly. "But now that you've told me that, I have to use it to torment you. It's the way I'm made."

She started becoming shorter and more slender. Her breasts became more subtle. Her skin lightened from dusky to creamy and freckles appeared like stars across the sky in a negative. Her midnight tresses shortened and brightened to a rosy dawn hue, and her eyes sparkled brilliant green.

Tom choked, "Ginny!" 

"Hello Tom. I've missed you so much. I'm so glad we can be together again."

"Stop it, Jessica! I know it's you. You don't sound like Ginny at all!"

She stretch out on his lower body and began nibbling around the base of his cock, working up towards the tip. "But I am Ginny, Tom. Identical in every detail." Now she had the voice right as well. She kissed his cock the way he remembered, working it over like an ice cream cone. When she licked it from base to tip, Tom thought he was finally going to come, but she dangled him on the edge as she started over at the base. Tom remembered that Ginny had loved keeping him hard for hours while she built up the tension, until she finally brought them both to orgasm. He wondered at how he could bear an eternity of this.

"Ginny, kiss me."

She gave him a finally shuddering lick, then slithered up his body, rubbing her tits and crotch along his entire length. She gave him a kiss that was pure Ginny, light and deep and lingering all at once. Tom's hands ached to be free to explore her body. 

She pulled herself up and knelt over him, running her hands over her body, pinching her nipples and rubbing her golden-downed mons. "Tom, will you eat me?"

She swayed in and out of reach, letting him smell her hot scent, not quite letting him touch yet. The neat coppery curls that framed her sex glowed in the directionless light. Her labia nested demurely amid the curls, a slightly ruddier shade than her creamy skin. As she danced above him, she allowed them to open occasionally to reveal the hooded flower within. Each time she did, a fresh wave of musk washed over him, a scent that he could not mistake no matter how many eternities separated him from the last time he had smelled it. The scent said Ginny on a primitive level that his rational brain could not dispute.

At last she came within reach and allowed him to taste her flower. He traced every familiar ridge and contour, felt the softness of her labia, the firmness of her clitoris. He dipped his tongue in her well and felt her shudder in response. Ginny often took a long time to reach a climax this way; here it took an eternity, of course. Tom felt his jaw aching and his tongue becoming unbearably tired, yet he had to continue. He traced patterns over her clitoris as she squirmed, licked alternately slowly then quickly, and probed to see how deeply he could reach within her. She was trembling in every limb yet keeping rigidly in control, never retreating, never grinding into him. He nibbled at her gateway and sucked the hood back and forth over her flower. They existing only in the moment in a timeless, endless sea of longing. At last he felt her tremor grow into a quake and she collapsed gasping on top of him.

Able to breath and speak at last, Tom gasped out, "Ginny, I love you! I am so ashamed of what I did, and I am paying the price. But I've held you in my heart throughout eternity, and it will all be worth it if you'll just forgive me! Even during that hour with Janey, I was thinking of you the whole time! I wish I could do my life over again. I would be one hundred percent faithful to you, body and soul, if I could just have you back!"

The form lying softly atop him raised its head, and Jessica's almond eyes regarded him from inches away. "You are a good man, Stanley Thomas Wingert. I think it is a mistake that you are here." She pushed herself up to sitting and looked down at Tom, into Tom, until he felt that layers were being peeled away and examined all the way down to some glowing core he had never glimpsed before.

The demon spread her hands wide in the air, and arrays of symbols extended between them, scrolling wide and tall and deep and . . . some direction that his eyes couldn't go. He tore his eyes away before something snapped in his head.

Jessica was studying this display intently. "Your matrix is locally singular right around here." She pointed with a finger and flicked the display sideways a few degrees in an irrational direction. Tom closed his eyes before it ripped his retinas off.

"That doesn't look like any matrix I've ever seen."

"That's because you can't perceive seventeen dimensions."

"Well, what does it mean that it's singular?"

"It means that there is more than one solution."

The demon moved a few symbols and studied the result. Being what she was, she occasionally reached out to stroke Tom in a strategic spot to keep his torment fresh. Two fingers reached gracefully out and inverted the positions of a pair of symbols.

"There, that may change the outcome, if you make the right choices. Now I must incorporate this change."

She unfolded fluidly from sitting to standing, moving as if to some cosmic music that Tom could not hear. She tangled fingertips in one edge of the tapestry of symbols, drawing them delicately around herself. She danced an elusive and ephemeral pavane around Tom's bed pulling the seventeen dimensions of the matrix into a gauzy veil about herself. The symbols sank glowing into her skin, illuminating her from within as they sank into her depths. Tom found the effect particularly interesting around her breasts.

Now she stepped up on the bed and stood over Tom, gradually lowering herself over his straining cock. Her skin still glowed with an inner light and the occasional symbol still flickered from within. With no time to separate moments, forever had come and gone before her labia brushed his tip. Eternity was whittled to a stub before he reached the gate of her hot passageway. The universe had slowed to its final standstill before the moment that she finally enveloped him.

She was hot inside. She was a demon after all. She was silky and tight and just slick enough to slide evenly down his shaft. Each moment of her advance was an exquisite erotic torture. He could feel each nerve ending catch fire individually as it slid within her furnace. The glow had suffused her depths with such translucency that he could see his cock penetrating her core, a glowing dark shadow amid a vortex of light and symbols. Far down the corridors of time, he at last reached bottom. And she squeezed.

A detonation began in his groin and arched up his spine setting off a chain reaction at every vertebrae in its path. His nerves seared outward like gunpowder fuses, burning with an actinic light. The conflagration reached the base of his skull and breached the final barrier . . .

Tom erupted into her depths. Eons of unfulfilled desire coursed through their coupled bodies. He feared that his fragile flesh would burst before even that thought was swept away. He poured his seed into her, his anguish, his release, and finally his self. All this poured through the narrow channel of distended flesh that joined them to empty into the demon's glowing depths. 

Now Jessica reached her own climax. The roiling storm within her rained bolts of lightening on the rod that was buried in her vagina. She arched her back and thrust her breasts towards the sky as she screamed a wordless scream. The charge surged to ground within Tom's body, refilling him with life, wrapped in his rewritten matrix. He teetered on the brink of the infinite for a moment out of time, skirting the event horizon of a singularity, before crashing back into himself, spent nearly to oblivion.

When he came again to himself, he was holding Jessica close atop him as she snuggled into his chest. His bonds were gone, and she felt like no more than an ordinarily soft, warm woman. They were still joined, but Tom was softening and slipping free from her soft prison.

Jessica pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at him. She whispered, "Thank you," and one glistening tear fell from her eye and splashed on his chest, where it burned like a drop of liquid nitrogen. He clasped his hand to the spot, gasping, and found a shiny silver key had formed from her teardrop.

"Take the key, Tom, and go out the door. Just a few steps down the corridor, you will find a freight elevator. Use the key to unlock it, and it will take you out of here."

"Hell has freight elevators?"

"Can you think of anything more infernal than a freight elevator? And in Hell, there are only freight elevators, no expresses."

Tom shuddered.

"Make good choices, Tom. I'll be watching over you."

"I thought angels watched over people, not demons."

"Angels, demons. Only the unenlightened believe there is a difference."

Jessica began fading from sight. "Goodbye Tom. I love you."

Tom swung his legs from the bed and sat up unsteadily. There was now a door in the wall that hadn't been visible before. He stood and took a halting step towards it. He stopped when he realized that his cock was dangling half way to his knees and banging against his thighs with every movement. Jessica's voice came from the air around him. "That's permanent, I'm afraid. I altered one constant in your matrix so that no one will think that it has changed. You'll always have been well-hung."

Tom shook his head and staggered to the door, then through it into the corridor. There was the promised elevator doors, which opened at his touch. Inside were only two buttons, labeled zero and negative infinity. The latter was illuminated, so he inserted his key next to the zero, and pushed the button. As the doors closed, he whispered, "I love you too."




For Your Sins



Tom felt the car begin to move, but there were no other perceptible changes. The ride went on and on, and he realized that like all other experiences in Hell, this ride would take an eternity. He sat down to wait it out.

*

He opened his eyes to flashing lights in a dark, shaking space, and a crushing weight on his chest. Someone was holding his hand.

"Oh Tom, thank heavens! Can you hear me?" It was Ginny, sitting beside him and crying. "Your heart had stopped, and they told me they thought you had an aneurism and that you were gone. Then they realized they were wrong, it was a normal heart attack, and they restarted your heart. You're in the ambulance on the way to the hospital now. I thought I had lost you!"

Tom couldn't speak, and realized he had a breathing tube down his throat. He tried to tell her how much he loved her with his eyes. She seemed to get the message.

"I know, I love you too! If anything happens to you, I want you to know that. Janey just confessed to me what she did, and I want you to know that I forgive you. I know how she is when she wants something, and I know it must have been eating you up inside. When I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never forgive her if you died with a guilty conscience. Thank Heaven I was able to tell you."

Tom closed his eyes, feeling his heart settling down into its familiar rhythm. He was going to make it. No, Ginny, he thought, thank Hell.



For Your Swapping Convenience



Pete and Karen sat side by side in the sand playing their made of game of "would you". The rules were simple; whoever walked by was rated by "yes I would" or "not on a bet". Not that either of them had ever followed up but it did make for some interesting foreplay talk.

Their sons were having a great time at the water's edge with the two other boys they had just met. Karen elbowed Pete; "Now here comes a definite for you" as both of them admired the dark haired woman walking to the water. She had on a one piece suit that displayed her more than ample cleavage. Karen knew her husband had always been a tit man and that her A cups still gave him pleasure but his eyes always went to the biggest tits around. Her dark hair was long and naturally wavy falling nicely over her shoulders. Her hips may have had a few extra pounds, but she had that built for comfort look.

As it turned out the dark haired beauty was the mother of the other two boys. Just then a short stocky guy trotted up next to her, clearly her husband.

It was Pete's turn to tease "bet you'd really have to spread wide for him and from the look in your eyes you would!"

"Yeah sure, you'd turn me over to the devil to get to those tits." laughed Karen.

Pete was right about Karen finding something about him sexually attractive. This thick body, olive skin, black wavy hair and just the way he moved gave off a powerful presents.

Joe and Rose watched the couple approach; she was a tall blond, at least as tall as Joe at 5'8" her hair cut very short in a man's style. Her body long and lean with no extra fat, long legs and an ass that looked sculpted from stone. He was 6'2", a full foot taller than Rose and looked like the tri-athlete that he was.

Introductions took place while being splashed by the four now wild little boys as the adult headed for drier ground and some shade. The men headed for the beach front bar to get some adult refreshments for the four of them. While waiting for their order both men kidded about some of the hot women at the bar. Carefully acknowledging to each other that their own wives were also very hot women. 

Rose and Karen formed an instant bond and both lamented the lack of privacy there double rooms gave them and how the nights were wrestle matches to keep their horny husbands at bay. They also agreed that they too would enjoy some vacation sex but with the boys in the same room it was out of the question. 

After the second round of umbrella drinks the men were freer with their ogling of each other's wives. All four of them were enjoying the flirting and added sexual tension that alcohol and bathing suits allowed.

The afternoon passed quickly and that evening the group went to dinner together. The four boys now inseparable. The whispered talk back in each room was leading to even more frustration. Joe could not keep his hands off of Rose, touching and feeling every inch of the body he knew so well. For Rose this was a rare treat. Joe's MO was more of the slam bam take no prisoners type of sex. He had long gotten over Rose's big soft tits and headed right for her pussy. Rose had named his cock "The wedge"; it always drove its way in!

"Easy baby." cooed Rose, "I know whose ass you're thinking of."

Joe's stumbling replies made Rose laugh as she kissed him deeply. "Its okay baby Karen does have a killer ass but as you noticed I have the tits Pete is drooling for. You guys are so easy."

Karen and Pete were having no easier time of it in their bed. Their kids in the next bed held their passion at bay, but just barely. Just like Rose, Karen was much more open about the sexual teasing that had gone on all day. Her hand snaked down and began stroking Pete's already throbbing cock.

Karen cooed in his ear "Thinking about Rose's tits you naughty boy, aren't you." her thumb sweeping over the head of his cock spreading his precum down the shaft.

Pete's barely coherent untrue protest only added to the fun Karen was having taunting her husband. Karen's pussy had been damp during the afternoon of teasing and now it was in full flow. With graceful ease she straddled Pete and guided that well known cock into her open pussy. Neither of them moved at first, listening to the quite in the room and then Karen began small circular movements of her hips. Not a word or moan escaped their lips as their bodies searched for relief.

Karen signaled her climax with a small moan and a shuttering of her hips forcing more of Pete into her; that was all he needed. A full day's build up of cum blasted in to his wife's willing, eager pussy. The first spurts of hot cum caused Karen's moan to build in volume as she jammed her mouth against her husband's neck to muffle them. Only that relief helped them fall asleep to even more sex filled dreams. 

Rose and Joe tossed and turned in sexual frustration. Rose knew that if she even weakened a little Joe would have had her, legs over her head and jammed full of cock, kids in the room or not.

The next day during breakfast the tension coming from Rose and Joe was so apparent that Karen offered to watch the boys while the couple returned to their room to "straighten" up a little. Joe was back in twenty minutes, with a big smile, Rose followed ten minutes later walking a bit slow. 

Rose quickly offered to watch the boys while Karen and Pete "straighten" their room and was surprised when Karen winked and said it had already been put in order. The two husbands went off to play with their sons and the wives basked in the sun.

"You know I can't walk normal all because of you and your tight ass." needled Rose to Karen.

"And you don't think Pete wasn't going tit wild last night because of those mountains you are sporting." teased Karen right back. 

"Bet they would run for the hills if it was offered to them for real." added Rose.

"Don't count on Pete running; he's smitten with you and he knows I know." Karen threw back. 

"Then I guess we both better look out because Joe isn't capable of turning down ass!" Laughed Rose. The women fell silent for a couple of minutes. 

"It could be fun." Karen broke the silence.

"Oh shit - that's just what I was thinking." Rose giggled.

A waiter dropped off their first afternoon tropical drink and Karen proposed a toast "To two horny sluts and their soon to be pleased husbands!" the plastic cups touched to seal the deal.

"Now what the fuck are they up to." said Joe motioning towards the two wives.

With their agreement in place the women began to work out the details; after all, even wild sex sometimes requires planning. The news would be broken to their husbands tonight at bed time. As Karen put it "Sometimes men are more talk than action." This would give everyone a chance to back out without bruised egos. A coin flip would decide the order with a one hour limit. The "couple in waiting" would keep the children occupied on the beach.

That night Rose had no doubt about Joe's desirers; he would have handed her over to a football team to get his hands on Karen. In a way it injured her feelings even as her pussy creamed thinking about Pete. Karen could hear a little hesitation in Pete's whispered responses but his hard cock pressed against her outer thigh 

"Tails" called Rose as the unaware waited flipped the coin. Karen turned beet red as the quarter revealed its head. Joe was ready to go right then but corralling the boys and getting everyone to the beach took more time than any of them planned. Of course that built tension beyond belief. 

Rose noticed Pete staring out to sea as Joe and Karen faded from view. Letting her bathing suit straps fall from her shoulders she stepped in front of Pete. His view now filled with her twin peaks and tantalizing valley, her nipples still in hiding. A quick glance down reassured her; as Pete's loose fitting bathing suit began to resemble a tent pole, that all would work out.

Two steps into the room and Joe was on Karen, her bikini top yanked down exposing her tits and pinning her arms to her sides. "Door" she gasped as those powerful arms engulfed her; Joe released her and kicked the door shut and never missing a beat, turned and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.

There was no doubt that this was not going to be slow sweet sex. Karen was about to be fucked! The animal in her sprung into life as she struggled her arms free of her top, her hands gripping the back of Joe's head as he moved from nipple to nipple. No kissing was needed nor wanted here.

Joe's hands completely covered her ass and it was as tight as he dreamed it would be; he lifted her and her long legs right off the floor. Karen wrapped her powerful legs around his wide body her cloth covered pussy now pressed tight against Joe's thick hard cock. A couple of steps and Joe slammed Karen across the nearest bed; he pushed free of the lock her legs had on him and now stood between her open legs. 

Karen was stunned as Joe yanked his bathing suit off and the thickest cock she had ever dreamed of sprang free. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be real, there was no way a woman could fuck his thing pulsing in front of her.

"Suck it bitch!" pulled her back to reality "Suck it bitch!" No man ever talked to her like that! Joe reached down and pulled her up; she was now face to face with his cock. With one hand on the back of her head and one holding the base of his cock Joe's cock now pressed hard against her lips. 

"God damn it, I said suck it!" 

Karen opened her mouth wide. Her teeth scrapped over Joe's cock head as he took over her mouth. "Don't bite - suck it!" growled Joe.

She opened wider as his hand pulled her head forward. "That's it - fuck - I knew you were a cock sucker."

Karen gagged a little but now there was no doubt in that room that she was in fact a cock sucker and loved every second of it. Karen's hand came up and began cupping Joe's large balls as her mouth fucked his fat cock. The more he cursed at her, the more turned on she became. Karen wanted his hot cum and sucked his cock as if it was all that mattered in this world. Her long thin fingers caressed his balls as her other hand gripped the base of his cock keeping time with her mouth. 

Karen was gasping for breath as Joe abruptly pulled his cock free of her sucking mouth. "Time for that cunt of yours to get stretched baby." Joe curtly announced, as he easily reached down and jerked her bikini bottom off, and just as quickly turned her face down on the bed.

"On your knees slut!" Karen's body complied rising up on all fours offering Joe her pussy.

Karen, the liberated woman, was not in the room, replaced by an all out slut now on her hands and knees wiggling her tight ass as her pussy begged for cock.

Joe stood behind her slowly dragging his cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the slut now under his control. As soon as his cock head began to part her pussy lips a low moan escaped Karen's lips. Joe rubbed his cock along her slit teasing first the entrance to her body and then roughly over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked and pushed back wanting that cock to take over her inflamed pussy. Joe's cock pressed into the opening of Karen's pussy and then he held still. 

"You want it bitch - work for it!" he commanded denying her the pressure need to force his thick cock into her tight married pussy.

Karen's body began to push back but now a little fear entered her lust filled brain as that ring of tight muscle met the wide cock head. Joe felt her hesitate and slapped her ass hard, half shouting "Fuck it bitch!" she pushed back harder. 

Rose didn't have to see what was happening to Karen, she knew, Joe was a one trick pony when it came to sex. All out and always rough; her dream for today was that it would be vastly different with Pete. Rose continued to flirt and tease Pete as their children romped on the beach. 

Pete's cock was as hard as it had ever been; the thought of Karen fucking Joe was driving him wild and that damn sexy Rose was teasing him to no end. "Shit, I'll come in two seconds at this rate." he thought. 

The one closer to the two second climax was Karen as her body pushed back impaling herself on Joe's cock. Every inch of cock was forcing her cunt open as never before. Even Pete's wild two fingers fucking of her had never felt like this. With only three inches of new cock in her Karen shuttered with her first climax; another sign of her submission to Joe's cock. Joe felt her cumming and grabbed her hips jamming almost every inch of his cock into her tight pussy.

Joe's weight and sheer force made her body collapse forward onto the mattress. He had her hard body at his mercy and his lust took over. That mean streak that Rose would call him on had no limits now. Karen's cry of surprise/pain only added fuel to his cruel lust. His hands now gripped her shoulders as his cock began to use her pussy. Joe shoved the thick wide base of his cock passed the last resistance of Karen's pussy. His belly pressed on the twin globes of her ass as his large balls soaked in her flowing juices.

It was Joe's turn to be amazed as Karen's muscular body pushed back to meet his assault as an equal, cumming for a second time as his cock was crammed inside of her willing body. 

Rose brushed her tits on Pete's arm, "Does this suit make my tits look to big?" she cooed as Pete reddened. His cock tented his bathing suit and a wet spot of pre cum began growing. 

A long low moan escaped Karen's lips as Joe began to move his engulfed cock from side to side pushing her cunt passes it limits. Each move caused her clit to be tugged at, increasing the pleasure her mind and body wanted and needed. When Joe began to pull away Karen whimpered, her ass lifting to follow the cock she ached for. His driving plunge back inside her drove a squeal of delight as her pussy welcomed it home. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck me you bastard!" pleaded Karen as Joe's cock used her pussy.

The housekeeper in the next room froze in place as the sounds of fucking filled the air. This was a family style resort so hearing someone fucking was so rare that it stunned her at first; quickly replaced by heat. She eased down onto the unmade bed leaning towards the common wall between the suites. Her coco colored hand slid under her loose fitting uniform dress.

Joe had slowed the pace down, drawing his cock almost all the way out of Karen's flowing pussy and then very slowly pushing it back taking full advantage of her still very tight pussy. Karen for her part; confidant that Joe's cock wasn't deserting her, match his every move, letting her inner slut rule her heated body. She had always wanted a big cock and right now it was all she had dreamed it would be. 

Next door, her ear now pressed on the wall, as the loud couple slowed their pace down, her fingers continued to caress her own pussy, her thin panties soaking wet. The ragged breathing and small moans coming from the woman mixed with the male grunts of satisfaction made it though the wall and deep into her ear.

Both women felt the change, Karen in her whole body, and next door in her inner ear, as Joe's tempo began to increase. The long strokes began to be shorted and jammed back in with more force. The slapping sound of two bodies meeting grew steadily louder. Joe was in full male mode, his balls seeking relief and Karen's body was now just that; something to be used. 

Karen called on every toned muscle she had to lift her ass and pussy to meet the pounding cock. Joe's hands left her shoulders and now pulled her hips upward giving his cock even a better angle to ravish Karen's very willing body. There was no longer any side to side movement, just plain in and out fucking. Karen wasn't even aware of her own moaning and pleading as she urged that thick cock to cum. Lust and nature reigned supreme in the room. 

On the bed next door, long fingers pushed panties aside and sank into a soaking wet open pussy. The sounds coming from the other room no longer mattered, just the need for release. The feeling of doing something against all normal rules added to the lust as her hips lifted off the bed and her own fingers fucked her. The climax that followed was short and intense, exactly what she needed.

Joe grunted with every thrust as the sounds of a submissive Karen pleading for his cum drove him to the point of no return. "Take it you fucking cunt!" he roared as the first explosive burst of cum fled his cock head.

Karen's body thrashed with an equally explosive cum of her own as that hot cum seared into her womb. Only "oh, oh' oh" escaped her clenched teeth. Her body collapsed once again under his weight and the release that comes with cumming.

The room fell quite as the two spent bodies lie on the bed. Joe's cock still filled Karen as ever diminishing weak pumps of cum joined in soaking her insides. In true Joe fashion he pushed himself upright, his cock leaving a void in Karen's cum filled pussy. He broke into a wide grin as he looked down at her once tight pussy gapping open with his thick white cum oozing out on to the bed spread.

"Great fuck babe!" He threw out, as he grabbed for his bathing suit. "See you on the beach."

Karen didn't move at first and then began to laugh at what had just happened. "Holy shit" she thought, "What an ass hole. But what a great fuck!" Her pussy ached, as did other part of her used body, cum just seemed to run out of her pussy as she sat up. It would take some very long minutes before she even dared to stand and even longer to get redressed in her bikini, stopping often to blot more of Joe's cum as it dribbled out of her. 

Joe shoved the house keepers cart to the side as he strutted away from the room. "That guy?" thought the house keeper, "That's not his room - - oh, damn; not with that nice lady." She kept an eye on the window as she collected herself and returned to work; sure enough she spotted Karen walking a little wobbly heading for the beach area.

Pete spied Joe first, with a big victory grin on his face, as he headed towards them on the beach. As soon as Rose saw him she grabbed Pete's arm and half dragged him towards the rooms. There would be no polite banter to struggle through and that was a major relief to Pete. Besides; Rose's big full tits were pressed tight against his arm.

Karen caught a quick look at the couple as she walked slowly to the beach. Her bikini bottom had a wet spot as still more of Joe seeped out of her still open pussy. Pete's face was already bright red, he gets that way as he gets turned on. 

Pete fumbled with the room key but finally the door swung open, he busied himself making sure the door was locked and the "Do not Disturb" sign hung on the door knob.

When he turned around there stood Rose, her bathing suit on the floor, "Is this what you wanted to see?" she purred cupping her tits and lifting them as an offering to him.

"Oh wow!" was all he could mutter as his eyes devoured the nude woman in front of him. Rose stepped forward and the couple melted into each other's arms. 

Rose was on her tiptoes as their lips and tongues' welcomed each other. Her bare tits press into his taunt stomach. Pete's kisses were hungry but gentle as his hands explored first her back and then eased down onto her ass. There was urgency in their passion but also the wonderment of someone new. Rose's hand sought out Pete's raging hard on; still covered by his trunks. Pete eased back just a little to give her hand the room it needed. Her fingers traced his cock's outline at first and then began to free his cock from the suit blocking her way.

Pete gasped as Rose freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around its slender length. As a single unit the couple found the bed and now laid side by side, their mouths full of each other and Rose's hand caressing Pete's cock. Again it was Rose who made the first move, pulling her mouth from his she slid down his body leaving no doubt as to where her mouth was going. 




For Your Swapping Convenience



With a firm grip on the base of Pete's cock Rose didn't hesitate to engulf as much cock as she could into her mouth. Pete's body bucked upward as the hot female mouth took control of his cock. Flashes of memory competed with the feel of Pete's cock in mouth. Rose has always enjoyed cock sucking and there had been others long before Joe came along. 

Rose slowly drew her mouth upward along the shaft and then plunged down quickly enjoying the taste of Pete's precum and that feeling of control her mouth gave her over a man. Unlike Joe's mouth cramming cock Rose now had room to use her tongue and lips, at times just holding Pete's cock head in her lips and using her tongue to caress it, and then changing the tempo and mouth fucking her bed partner. 

What at first was to be a warm up for fucking became all that mattered to Rose. When Pete's hands began to pull her hair up and away so that he could watch her cock sucking her lust drive went into high. She absolutely adored being watched by a man as she sucked his cock. Pete made a feeble attempt to slow her down, he hadn't even felt those big tits yet, but her plea of "oh please!" freed the volcano building in his balls.

Pete's eyes were glued on Rose's sucking mouth as the first blast of cum hit her throat. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked even more as wave after wave of hot sticky cum filled her mouth to overflow. Her head bobbed up and down as cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Pete thought that he saw her cum as her body shivered as she gulped his eruptions into her belly.

Now it was her turn; Pete's mouth covered her's as he kissed her deeply showing his approval of the gift she had just given him. Joe never kissed her after even a warm up sucking. Pete's mouth began that traveled path down her body; first her neck, then between her twin mountains, over her small belly and to where her juices flowed. He took his time, kissing her inner thighs as he savored the aroma of her pussy. Rose drew up her knees and opened herself up to Pete.

With his hands cupping each cheek of her ass Pete's tongue began to tease her very open and sopping wet pussy. The tip of his tongue traced first her outer lips, flicking across her swollen clit and then began to probe her inner lips just teasing the opening of her cunt without attempting to enter. As a treat he would flatten his tongue and lap from rear to front bring pressure to her clit. Rose bucked like a bronco with need.

One quick move on Pete's part pushed Rose's legs up high as his tongue moved to her asshole. Rose tensed; Joe had been after her ass for years, cock, fingers' dildo but she never gave in. Pete's tongue didn't attack her but began to caress her asshole; never trying to enter her; she relaxed. Oh and it felt so good. Rose wiggled her ass as a sign of approval.

That talented tongue move back to her pussy. Pete tasted the difference and his mouth and tongue felt the difference. Rose was fleshier; both her outer and inner lips splayed open in soft velvety welcome, the entrance to her body offered no resistance to his probing tongue. Her hips moved in small movements as he sensed her climax getting closer. The louder, brassy, Rose came in soft moans and quiet whimpers her hips shaking to the tune of Pete's tongue.

It wasn't until Pete moved up next to her that he realized that he was hard again. Their kisses were long and intense; his hands roaming over her back and ass. Rose felt that welcome pressure of a hard cock and pressed Pete onto his back. With practiced skill she swung her leg over him, gripped his cock and lowered her body, impaling herself on this new cock. There she sat, a long cock in her soaking pussy and her tits on full display for Pete's enjoyment. 

Their fuck fest had taken a playful turn now that both of them had enjoyed one climax. Pete's long cock filled Rose without strain or pain and she rolled her hips to welcome it. Attempting to move while jammed with Joe's cock was near impossible but now she reveled in the simple pleasure of riding Pete's cock. Of course, with Rose playing cowgirl, Pete had what he had longed for spilling out in front of him. His hands moved quickly to have those globes. 

Rose watched Pete's face as he began to feel her tits. For so many years and quite a few guys Rose and her tits had been the center of attention but Joe had passed them by lately giving them a "husband" squeeze on his way to fucking her. This felt so good, a pussy full of cock and a man worshipping her tits. Pete felt her pussy flex as he gave her large nipples a little tug. Rose pushed down a little harder enjoying the freedom of movement being on top was giving her.

Now Pete began to play, first drawing a nipple into his mouth and nursing on it and then without warning giving that nipple a little nip with his teeth. Each time the pussy engulfing his cock twitched and flexed adding to his pleasure. Rose was leaning even more forward putting more pressure on her clit clutching at Pete's head as he pleased not only her tits but delighted her soaking pussy. Her pussy creamed with lust and soon had the balls pressed up against her coated.

Rose's legs straightened as another climax began to approach, her tits now smothering the man under her as her body tensed in anticipation. Pete's hands now gripped her ass adding more pressure to her clit. Whimpering as the first wave of her climax struck Rose rode Pete cock with all of her being. Pete's body rose to the occasion bucking upward to insure his cock stayed firmly in place. 

The woman on top of him became limp as her climax receded, her breathing ragged; Pete in one motion rolled the two of them over, his cock still firmly in place. Now he was on top, her legs together and his legs straddling hers and he began fucking Rose. He leaned up on his arms to better view her big tits shaking with every thrust of his cock.

Her body responded as a sexual being and wiggled and moved to increase both of their pleasure. Her legs together increased her tightness for both of them as Pete fucked her as men will during that drive to cum. Wave after wave of mini climaxes raced through her body as her body bounced on the mattress, that long slim cock probing deep inside of her. 

"Oh! Fuck! Yes!" gasped Pete, as his cock erupted for the second time that hour.

He pressed into Rose as her body welcomed his hot cum. The couple held each other tightly as their pounding hearts began the slowing down process. Pete's limp cock slipped from Rose. 

"Stay right there Rose." as he lifted up off her fucked body.

He took the couple of steps to the bathroom and returned with a damp wash cloth. He softly opened her legs exposing her pussy to his gaze. Pete was always turned on by the sight of cum oozing out of a woman, and this gave him the perfect excuse to indulge himself. Rose drew her knees up and closed her eyes as the warm cloth began to bathe the inside of her thighs, but not yet touching her seeping pussy. Pete watched as his cum dribbled out of the open pussy before him. After a time he let the cloth cover her pussy.

The couple dressed side by side; now feeling just a little strange or overwhelmed at what had take place in the room. They walked together to the beach. Karen saw them first and gave both of them a kiss and a hug, they reeked of sex.

Joe nodded to Pete.



For Your Viewing Pleasure



Donna Ladon was a very attractive 24-year old with a fantastic body that she loved to flaunt. She was a tall brunette with long, straight hair. A cute face and a 38,DD -- 26, 36 figure. Donna loved the way men watched her walk down the street, knowing that their eyes were usually glued to her shapely bosom as it jiggled against the constraints of her bra. 

When Donna received a webcam with her latest computer she got the idea to show off a little more. She created her own webcam site and allowed people to watch her during all hours when she was at home. Even though she offered no true nudity her site was becoming quite popular on the net. Donna did occasionally show her bare ass. And sometimes revealed her breast as long as she had her nipples covered. But mostly she was dressed in a very revealing manner. Or in sexy lingerie. Donna would also exorcise on-line and her fans were always tuned in to watch her doing jumping jacks or running in place, or anything else that allowed her to bounce her large tits up and down for their viewing pleasure. Of course, she never wore a bra for any of this. 

Donna began each session with the typed message: 'For Your Viewing Pleasure'. It became her signature trademark on-line. She even took live requests from her fans, and would sometimes accept private video-chats for the purpose of cyber sex. But even then she was always careful about what she revealed. 

In most cases she would sit in front of her monitor showing herself from the waist up while wearing a sheer bra and playing with herself below the camera's view. Her partners could see her facial reactions and watch her chest rise and fall as she climaxed. For her part, Donna enjoyed watching some of the men jacking off to her. She also found it very erotic thinking of the number of men who were doing the same while watching her daily. Even when she slept the camera was on. Allowing viewers the opportunity to gaze at her sexy form as she lay in bed. 

What Donna didn't know was that one of her viewers was living just down the street. He had seen her walking home from the bus stop one afternoon and followed her home. Donna claimed to live in another state on her website in order to avoid any unwanted attention. But she was soon about to receive it anyway.

John Rogers was a 21-year old college Junior. He was an average looking guy who was currently between girlfriends. He had been watching Donna occasionally for three weeks when he happened to see her walk past. After following her home he began keeping an eye out for her at the bus stop and quickly verified that she did indeed live there. 

John shared this information with three of his friends. George and Chuck, two freshmen who had a penchant for getting into trouble. And Gary, a 22-year old senior who also had seen Donna on-line. The four of them were out drinking one night when Chuck suggested that they teach her a lesson for teasing men. After a few more beers the rest of them agreed with him.

A little more research let them know that Donna lived alone in her small ground level condo. Her patio faced the woods and her room was next to the storage area. So the nearest neighbor was directly upstairs. Through careful observation they learned that the upstairs neighbor worked 12-hour shifts three days a week at a local hospital. That gave them plenty of time on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday to act on their plan. It was soon decided to pick the following Friday. 

When Friday came around the four of them cut through the woods to Donna's condo. They went downstairs. Once in the hall they donned masks and George knocked on her door.

Donna was in the middle of her evening exorcise routine when she heard the door. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and her hit counter showed over 300 viewers and growing. She typed in a message telling everyone that she would be right back and rushed to the door. In her haste she opened the door without checking. Even though the guys had come up with a reason to get her to open the door they were surprised when they heard the lock unlatching and the door opened.

"Now." George said as he rushed forward. The other three followed immediately.

Donna screamed and tried to slam the door shut but was quickly overwhelmed by the four masked intruders. 

"Wh-what do you want?" She asked, knowing already what the answer would be.

None of the four spoke. Instead they grabbed her securely and lifted her struggling body by her arms and legs and began carrying her into the bedroom.

Donna was both scared and relieved by this. Scared because this verified that her intruders were planning on raping her. But relieved because she knew that her viewers would see what was happening and someone would summon help. Then she realized that none of them knew where she lived.

She began screaming again as they tossed her onto the bed. John grabbed the neckline of her tank top and tore it from her body, allowing her 38-double D tits to burst free. Then Chuck and Gary held her down while George pulled her shorts and panties down over her shapely legs. Donna was held secure on the bed with her legs spread so that the four of them, and anyone watching on-line, could see her bare tits and her shaved cunt. She looked at her monitor and saw messages scrolling on the screen. Donna was shocked to read such things as, "Alright, it's about time you gave us a real show!", "Great, a rape fantasy, way to go girl!" 

More and more messages were appearing and Donna realized that her viewers believed this to be some sort of a show she was putting on for their benefit.

"Please let me go!" She begged.

"Not until we're finished with you." John said as he grabbed her right tit and squeezed it hard.

Donna cried out again as hands began groping her from all directions. Someone shoved a finger into her cunt while another hand was pinching her clit, causing it to swell. Her breast were being fondled and her nipples pinched and pulled as they grew hard. 

"I want her first." John said as he got off the bed and pulled off his jeans and boxer shorts. Donna saw his 7-inch cock standing erect and began to beg them to release her. The other three men held her down as John climbed atop her. He pressed his hard cock against her pussy. The finger that had been probing her had started her juices to flow, but not enough to fully lubricate her pussy. So it hurt as John began forcing his dick between her lips. As his cock filled her she turned her head away from the webcam trying in vain to hide her identity.

John shoved his prick into her and began fucking her tight hole. Donna continued to struggle but it was a lost cause. She was in the beginning of what she knew was to be a gangbang. And worse, it was being broadcast worldwide on the internet.

John banged away in her cunt, enjoying the fulfillment of his fantasy with Donna. He moaned as he felt his cum rising. Donna recognized this and began begging again, "Please don't cum in me!"

John ignored her cries and increased the pace of his thrust. "Ahhhhhh!" He cried out as his cock erupted into her pussy. He continued to pound away for another minute then pulled out.

George read the screed. "Hey guys, we're being watched, and they're offering suggestions."

Donna rolled her eyes in shame when she heard that.

"Someone wants us to 'fuck those melons'." He said.

"I'll do it!" Gary said, climbing over her chest. Donna realized that the other three had stripped while she was being fucked. All they wore now was their masks.

Gary straddled her chest and lay his slightly larger cock between her boobs. He grabbed one in each hand and began fucking her soft tits.

George lifted her legs over his shoulder and thrust his pecker into her well-lubed cunt. Donna tried to resist but he was already gaining entry before she realized what was happening. 

Not wanting to be left out, Chuck came around to her head and started slapping his hard cock against her face. "Open up and suck it!" He ordered.

Donna held her lips closed. The Chuck reached over and pinched her right nipple until she cried out. As her mouth opened he shoved his cock into it. Donna was unable to do anything else but comply as he began fucking her face.

She lay there with three cocks ramming her, wondering just how many men around the world were masturbating to the sight of her being gangbanged. Then she realized that many of them were probably downloading the video for future use. Donna panicked over the thought of this being broadcast over and over on underground websites. 

She was brought back to the present as Chuck began to cry out with glee as he fucked her mouth harder. She could feel his cock swelling more and now it was ramming the back of her throat. She tasted the first drops of his salty semen as it dribbled onto her tongue. Then she felt it blast the back of her throat. She tried not to swallow but the rod in her mouth continued shooting more and more cum. Soon she had to swallow or choke, so regretfully Donna began gulping down the sticky fluid.

Chuck pulled out and Donna turned her face to see the purple head of Gary's cock pop in and out of view between her tits. She could see precum on the tip and knew that soon he would be spewing his seed onto her. Chuck grabbed her head and held it still so that she could not turn away. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" George called out as he began filling her pussy with his cum. Donna clenched her teeth as she felt him blasting inside her. 

Just then she saw the first volley of Gary's seed launch from his cock to her face. A second and third blast caught her on the mouth and nose before the rest released onto her neck. She could her the beeps on her computer as viewer after viewer sent their approval.

"You've had your fun, now get out." Donna said in defeat.

"Oh we're not through yet." Gary said, still sliding his cock between her tits.

John rolled her over and forced his cock into her mouth. Donna moved her head up and down on his shaft, tasting her own juices on his cock. As she sucked him Chuck got behind her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Since both men had already cum they were able to take longer the second time around. Much to Donna's dismay as she felt her pussy beginning to tingle. 

"I can't cum for them." She thought. But she could feel her body betraying her. It had been several weeks since she had last gotten off with a man. And even though she was being forced to have sex, her body was beginning to enjoy what was happening. She fought the sensation, but knew that she would be unable to resist for long. Even the knowledge that hundreds, if not thousands would be watching her humiliation first hand was beginning to arouse her. 

John began bucking his hips and clenching his ass as his orgasm filled Donna's mouth. This time she took every drop and found herself pushing her hips back to meet the thrusts of Chuck's cock.

When John pulled out Donna began shaking her head back and forth, panting loudly as her own climax began. She fought it with all her might then accepted it as her body began to shake with pleasure. Her face flushed as she realized the webcam was capturing her look of pleasure as she got off. Chuck felt her juices flooding over his cock and that was all it took to bring him to release and he filled her cunt with his own jism.

Donna fell forward as Chuck withdrew his dick from her. Unable to believe that she had just achieved such a powerful orgasm while being raped. She realized in shame that she must really be enjoying all of this. Her pussy was still tingling and she now looked forward to the next prick to enter her hole.

Gary got on the bed next to her. "Ride my cock." He insisted.

Donna was no longer resisting. She climbed over him and lowered her cum drenched pussy onto his waiting shaft. As she started to ride him she heard another pop on her screen. This one caught the other three's attention so she turned her head to see what it said.

"Fuck her ass!"

"Please no!" Donna pleaded.

"Let's do her together!" George said, climbing on the bed behind her.

Donna started to get up but Gary grabbed her arms holding her down as George took position behind her. 

"Please, I've never done that!" She begged as George's cock pressed against her virgin asshole.

Gary held still as George pushed his cock forward. Donna clenched her ass as tightly as possible, but found that this only added to the pain of his cock forcing its way into her. She screamed when his head broke through and he began shoving the length of his tool into her. Her body was shaking as both men began to fuck her simultaneously. She could feel their dicks rubbing against each other on both sides of the wall of flesh separating them inside her. 

They began fucking her harder and faster. Donna's head was shaking back and forth as her body was suddenly filled with a bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure. Soon she was crying out load as her second orgasm overtook her. But the two men continued to fuck her. Donna climaxed a third time, then felt George spewing his seed into her ass. He remained in her butt after cumming while she continued to ride Gary's cock until he gasped and blew his load into her twat.

George pulled out of her ass and she rolled over off of Gary. Wondering if they were finished with her yet, and half hoping that they weren't.

Chuck replaced Gary on the bed and pulled Donna on top of him. She willingly mounted his cock and began to ride. Then John jumped behind her and filled her ass with his cock. It still hurt, but Donna was getting more pleasure out of the twin fucking this time. And soon she felt her body climaxing again.

Donna came twice more before both men blew their loads in her at the same time. After that they got off of her and the four of them began to dress. Donna looked over at her monitor and saw that the number of viewers had more than quadrupled since all of this had started. 

She looked at each of the four men, unable to recognize any of them beneath their masks. Donna knew that it would be difficult to have them charged if they were caught after the way the world had just witnessed her getting off over and over again. So she decided not to even bother notifying the authorities. After all, it was embarrassing enough to know that she had just been viewed by multitudes: she wasn't about to freely give any more publicity to the event and have others actively seeking the many downloads that were no doubt already circulating the globe on-line. 

The four men left the way they came and Donna lay on the bed. Her legs were spread and the webcam was in line with her open cunt and ass. She could feel the many loads of cum oozing out of both holes and heard her screen popping message after message of approval, with many of them demanding more. 

She was blushing from head to toe. In an act of final defeat she lowered her hand between her legs and began playing with her pussy. If these bastards wanted more of a show she would give it to them. Donna fingered her sloppy hole with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other until her hips were rising and falling with one last orgasm. Then she got up from the bed and shut down her computer.

Donna never activated her webcam site again. But her video was seen by many: Eventually even by her friends and co-workers. Donna was never able to tell anyone the truth of what happened that day. But was able to pass it off as a case or youthful indiscretion. Eventually she even began to enjoy the knowledge that it was there. And that now even her male co-workers and the husbands of her female co-workers were sitting at home at night jacking off to her. It almost made her want to start her webcam site again...



For Your Viewing Pleasure



Megan dreaded the thought of another week alone at the condo. The holidays were always tough for a laid off legal secretary because the law firms simply weren't in need of people. The temporary agency she relied on for work had warned her December would be bad.

Not having an income wasn't the only reason Megan dreaded being stuck in the condo. She had good reason to be afraid because of something she had little control over...her looks. A beautiful, blonde, thirty four year old divorcee known to be alone for extended periods of time was like a neon sign telling the young, single guys in the community to 'hit on Megan.' Hell, she'd even been approached by a couple married men lately.

Their methods were numerous and varied, though seldom creative. Megan could spot an unwelcome advance from a mile away and she was very good at being abrupt in her dismissal of the superfluous suitor.

This time it was a condo association maintenance man who alleged that a pipe was thought to be leaking near Megan's condo. In spite of her better judgment, or perhaps in fear he may be right, she let him proceed. She watched from behind a bedroom curtain as he walked back and forth across her back yard with what looked like a miniature metal detector better used to find rings at the beach.

Megan soon tired of watching the parade and went back into the kitchen. Eventually, the man knocked on the sliding door. Megan opened it just enough to talk.

"Think I found something," the man said in a deep southern accent. "Let me show you."

He held a roughly sketched map in his hand and practically forced his way inside before Megan could even say, 'Show me from there.'

"What is it?" she asked when he was half way in.

"Let me put this here map on the table."

He had propped the metal detector up against the back wall of her porch and, dirty shoes and all, made his way to the kitchen table. Megan figured he was about forty, with a mental age of fifteen. He looked rough. He smelled rougher.

The man slapped the paper on the table, stabbed at a point close to her back porch with a dirty finger, and said, "I got a really weak signal right thar. From thar to the back of y'alls lot, it sounded fine. We might need to dig."

Megan's mind was not on the map. She was kicking herself for choosing this day to wear her most revealing tank top. The man's eyes were more often on her tits than the map. He never once made eye contact with Megan. She sensed trouble.

"Listen. Have the condo association get hold of me. We'll discuss it," she said hastily.

"Oh, but ma'am, I might be able to save you all kinds of money here," the man said. "What do you say we bargain a little."

Now he was looking at her with a nervous look filled with craving for something she wasn't likely to give.

"No thanks," Megan answered. She took a step backwards.

He matched her step and reached out for her. Megan was expecting it.

She lurched away with the athleticism of a teenager. Megan pulled a chair over behind her and ran for the front door, grabbing a butter knife along the way from a dinner plate still sitting on a coffee table. As they approached the door together, she turned and held the knife in front of her.

"Don't touch me or you'll die."

Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, the doorbell rang, causing both of them to jump with surprise. The man saw a face outside the little glass window next to the door and he returned to the kitchen in a hasty retreat.

Megan quickly opened the door.

"Megan, are you OK?" the woman outside asked.

"Oh my God, Nataly. Get in here."

As Nataly entered, the man exited the same way he had come in.

"I saw Wilson come over a little bit ago and knew I better check on you," Nataly said, noticing the knife still in Megan's hand. "Did he..."

"Don't worry about it," Megan said as they walked into the living room. "He wouldn't have lived to talk about it."

"Geez. I just knew it. He's such a retarded ass."

Megan plopped on the couch, trying to get her pulse back to normal. Nataly sat beside her.

Megan's savior was a gorgeous twenty six year old brunette that she befriended soon after moving in. Nataly knew of Megan's home alone status and often acted as an unofficial security force of one. Nataly had spied on the maintenance guy until he entered Megan's condo. After waiting an appropriate period of time, she came to the rescue.

"I'm the ass for falling for it," Megan sighed.

"Nah. You never know. That's the scary part."

Megan looked over at Nataly. "Hey, you want a drink? I need one."

"Sure."

"Wine?"

"Sure," Nataly replied. "Any work lined up?"

Megan talked while collecting glasses and her favorite pinot grigio. "I haven't heard from the temp agency in over a week. I suspect I won't until after the first of the year. Not many law firms need people right now. You're out until January, right?"

Nataly nodded, although Megan wasn't looking. "Yeah. The kids come back the first week of January. The little brats will be all hyped up after Christmas."

Megan returned with the drinks. "I'm not sure what's worse. An attorney or a second grader."

Nataly took a sip. "Can't have sex with a second grader."

Megan giggled with a mouthful of wine. She swallowed and said, "So neither one of us is getting lucky. Maybe I should have let Wilson have his way with me."

"Nah. You can do better."

A prolonged pause was broken when Megan asked, "Any men in your life lately?"

Nataly grinned. "Nope. Haven't been looking. I rely on my virtual friends, my plastic pals, and other artificial means."

"Virtual friends?"

"Online. I have people I chat with. Watch videos. You know...," Nataly said sheepishly.

Megan was intrigued. There was an awful lot about one of her best friends that she did not know. Neither of them prodded the other into revealing 'secret' stuff. It wasn't their style. But curiosity abounded.

"Really?" Megan said.

"It's better than being a serial killer, isn't it?"

Megan shrugged. "Suppose so." She looked over at her young friend. "Imagine the media coverage somebody like you would get if you were on trial for a series of axe murders."

Nataly laughed out loud. "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess."

After another short gap in the conversation while both women finished their wine, Megan said, "Tell me more about your chats."

Nataly leaned back on the couch and thought for a moment. Just how much would she disclose? Was Megan ready for this?

"I have friends—girlfriends—that I get online with and we, uh, talk and sometimes, you know, turn on the web cams and, um, do stuff."

The expression on Megan's face told it all. Nataly expected a little shock and perhaps disapproval and that appeared to be what she got. But Nataly found herself staring at her beautiful friend in the tank top and jeans instead of preparing for the next question. Megan's full, firm tits appeared ready to fall out of the top. Or maybe it was the wine that made her think so.

"Interesting," Megan replied.

It wasn't the answer Nataly anticipated. There was a hint of possible acceptance in the tone.

"It's totally safe," Nataly said. "No hurt feelings. No morning after."

"And you always orgasm?"

Nataly gasped in feigned surprise. "Megan!"

"Well."

When Nataly didn't respond, Megan asked, "Do you?"

Nataly smiled. "Always."

Megan seemed to be lost in deep thought, staring somewhere into space. Nataly moved over until they almost touched and said, "You should join me sometime, Megan."

It was, of course, exactly what Megan had been thinking. But now that the suggestion was 'on the table,' she was hesitant to commit. As long as she had known Nataly, Megan had never actually seen her with a man she knew was a date. Hints that Nataly preferred being with another woman, at least online, raised new questions in Megan's mind.

"I don't know...," Megan began to say.

Nataly's hand was on her arm, slowly rising toward the point of Megan's shoulder and the strap of her tank top. Megan looked over cautiously, somewhat taken aback by the pleasurable feeling of another person's hand on her skin.

"It's very innocent," Nataly said softly. "I know you would prefer seeing a man, but this lets you concentrate entirely on yourself."

Nataly's hand was on the back of Megan's neck, caressing gently every patch of bare skin she touched. Megan gave her room and felt fingers slide inside the back of her shirt. Nataly pulled Megan closer.

Megan had no intention of kissing her friend, but as they came closer and closer together and their faces nearly touched, she found herself preparing for it; almost wanting it. She saw Nataly's lips part and Megan did the same. Their mouths came together in simple contact.

Nataly's tongue slid across Megan's warm lips and Megan instinctively responded in kind. Nataly fought the urge to probe her beautiful friend's body with her hands, not wanting to end the kiss in progress. It paid off in the short run as the kiss became increasingly more intense. The women turned toward each other and Nataly put her hand on the back of Megan's head. From that point on, the embrace was more sensuous than friendly.

The twenty seconds that it lasted seemed like a lifetime to Megan. When they separated, her heavy breathing was audible.

"It's something like that. Only better," Megan said with a smile.

"When should I come over?" Megan sighed.

###

In bed that night, Megan had thoughts of Nataly that she'd never dreamed of having. She caught herself thinking about the feel of Nataly's body pressing against her own; the soft breasts against her side; the lips and tongue caressing her mouth; Nataly's hair on her face.

She would go to Nataly's condo and watch. The idea actually excited her, but she would never participate. Not in front of another woman...or two. Megan thought about how awesome it would be to have a young man with her, slowly undressing her while Nataly did her thing online. She thought about his hard cock brushing against her ass.

Megan put a hand on her pussy and closed her eyes.

###

Nataly jumped off the couch when the doorbell rang, knowing it was Megan and knowing what was in store for the next couple hours. She'd always imagined having another woman share in her delightful online chats in person, but never dreamed it would be Megan until this week. Now it was about to happen.

She nearly ran to the door and welcomed her friend in.

"I'm SO happy you agreed to come over," Nataly said. "I really think you're going to love this."

They walked into the living room. "Can I get you anything?" Nataly asked.

"I'm gonna need a drink," Megan said with a grin.

"Got it," Nataly said, rushing into the kitchen. "Have a seat."

Nataly returned quickly and Megan admired, as always, the young woman's model-like figure, especially in the little knit tip and tight jeans that she wore. By all appearances, Nataly didn't have a bra on. But that didn't shock Megan.

"So, how is this going to work?" Megan asked.

Nataly took a long sip of her drink. "Well, we'll be in the den. I'm supposed to be online at eight to start a chat with Sam. Her name's really Samantha but she goes by Sam."

"What is she like?"

Nataly's face lit up. "Oh my God, Megan. She's the cutest little thing you ever saw. She's my age, maybe a year younger, with darkish blonde hair and an awesome body."

Megan said, "You've seen her...uh, naked?"

Nataly laughed. "Yeah. That's kinda the whole idea."

Megan suddenly felt old and foolish and she could feel the blush overtaking her face. The entire concept of using another woman as her means of stimulation, or undressing in order to please another woman, was just too foreign to her. She wasn't naïve enough to think it didn't happen. She just never suspected Nataly and never saw herself in that role.

She'd be a trooper and try anything once.

The women talked for another half hour before Nataly proclaimed it was time to set up the PC and web cam. When they entered the den, Megan was surprised to find a couch pulled up to within a few feet of the desk holding the PC. It was a strange setup for a room...IF you weren't going to use a web cam online.

"Sit on the couch, Megan. I'll get us hooked up," Nataly said.

Megan watched as Nataly connected to the instant messenger, made the video connection with Sam, and introduced Megan. Nataly had been right about Sam. She was in her mid-twenties with a cherubic face and unkempt, but sexy, hairstyle. She wore a long football jersey that didn't do a whole lot for her figure. Sam sat on the edge of a large bed.

Nataly returned to the couch and said to Megan, "Feel free to just watch, or play along. I was nervous the first time, too. Sam is wonderful. Aren't you Sam?"

The girl on the monitor replied back, "You make it easy, Nataly. Do you want anything special for your lovely friend Megan?"

"Nothing special. Just be yourself and we'll be happy," Nataly said.

"Then I can take off this jersey?"

"Please," Nataly answered.

Megan watched with great curiosity and a little awkwardness as the young woman stood at the end of the bed and slowly raised the jersey over her head. The first thing Megan saw was a bright red pair of very tiny panties, almost a thong. Then Sam's bare breasts came into focus.

It all happened so fast Megan didn't have time to register any internal approval or condemnation. All she could do was stare at the perfect, round tits. There was something about the fact that Megan knew Sam was doing this for Megan and Nataly's benefit that made her look at the breasts differently. She felt compelled to appreciate them much more than she would, say, if Sam was in the shower at the local health club. Besides, now that the jersey was off, Megan could see that Sam was, in fact, an exceptionally beautiful girl.

Sam moved closer to her camera, causing her breasts to appear disproportionately large. But the effect of this, when she put her hands around them and began massaging them, was undeniable. Megan felt the same sensation deep inside her pussy that she got viewing a large cock. And it surprised her.

Megan glanced over and saw Nataly playing with her own tits through her top. The nipples stood out dramatically and grew harder with each squeeze.

"Let me see them," Sam could be heard saying.

Nataly didn't waste any time in taking off her shirt. She leaned forward on the couch and gave her online friend a closer look of the tits as they hung lusciously from her chest.

"Ooooohhhhhh, I want them so bad," Sam mewed.

"Take off those panties and you can have them," Nataly replied.

Megan watched as Sam backed away from the camera and sat on the edge of the bed. Then Sam fell backward and spread her legs. A hand partially hid the panties as it slid back and forth over Sam's pussy. Then the fingers were inside, rubbing Sam's clit and searching out her sweet hole.

Nataly leaned back on the couch and rubbed her pussy through her jeans. Megan fought the urge to do the same. She was content with being a spectator...for now.

On the screen, Sam was sensuously pulling down her panties with her legs slightly raised and held close together. It provided a tantalizing clue of what was to come. The small, round ass, creamy thighs, and neatly trimmed pussy were aimed directly at the camera and became even more prominent as Sam lifted her legs higher and removed the panties entirely.

"Oh God, Sam. Let us see you, please," Nataly begged.

Sam understood and, as the legs began to lower, she spread them apart. Megan and Nataly stared at the wonderful sight of the nude woman sprawled out on the bed, teasing them with her body.

Sam leaned up and said, "C'mon, girl. Get those jeans off."

Nataly smiled and promptly removed her pants. She wore a light blue pair of panties that weren't much larger than Sam's thong-like undies. Megan and Sam watched her rub her pussy for a moment before taking them off while standing near the camera.

Megan gazed at Nataly's tight ass, with the flawless little cheeks sloping down to her lean thighs. Then Nataly turned around and Megan was gawking at her tits and pussy as if hypnotized.

The reaction in her pussy was shocking. Megan was getting wetter and wetter, to the point where she was afraid it would show through her jeans.

"Are you ready for the show to start?" Nataly asked Megan as she returned to the couch.

"It hasn't yet?" Megan said with surprise.

"Nope." Nataly plopped down next to her. "Watch Sam."

They peered at the screen. Sam was on her side, looking back at the camera and holding an object in her hand.

"It's your favorite, Nataly. Big Ben."

Sam held up the vibrator for everyone to see. Megan heard Nataly sigh.

"Oh, yeah. Play time," Nataly said. "Let's do it."

Sam got on her hands and knees, facing the camera. A soft hum could be heard as she moved the vibrator across the front of her chest, rising and falling as it traversed the curves of her breasts. Nataly was leaning back, her legs spread for easy access to her throbbing pussy. Sam let the toy linger around each of her nipples, tilting her head back and moaning as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Nataly watched and masturbated, never taking her eyes off the monitor.

Sam said, "Megan, I can't believe your self-restraint. Or you don't like this, one or the other."

"Oh, I like it," Megan said truthfully. "Just watching."

She had plenty to see. Sam was moving the vibrator farther down her body and Nataly was spread out next to her, sliding her hands up and down to find her breasts and pussy in alternating moments of stimulation. Just before the vibrator reached Sam's pussy, she raised it to her mouth and erotically sucked on it like a cock.

"Watch this," Nataly said quietly. "This is so awesome."

After a prolonged simulated blowjob, Sam put the vibrator between her legs and methodically skimmed it across her clit. She let it rest in place for a while and then moved it lower. The tip separated the moist folds of skin and found the entrance to her cunt. Megan couldn't take her eyes of the vibrator as Sam tilted it just right, and very, very slowly began to insert it.

Nataly had the advantage of being able to replicate the action with her fingers. But poor Megan could only sit and feel her body respond to what her eyes were seeing. Her entire pussy screamed for attention and she nearly had to sit on her hands to keep herself from ripping her jeans open.

Sam reveled in the effect she was having on Nataly's new friend. She stared right at Megan as she pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper until only the widest part of the end was visible.

"God, that feels good," Sam moaned. "I wish you could feel it, too, Megan."

Megan didn't know how to respond so she didn't. Next to her, Nataly smiled and frantically rubbed her swollen clit. Then Sam slid the vibrator in and out of her hole with measured strokes that heightened the stimulation. Sam's free hand worked on her clit and nipples until both she and Nataly were groaning loudly with delight.

Megan suspected she knew what the result of the video chat was going to be when it started, but now the reality was about to set in. Two women—one online and one sitting next to her—were about to masturbate until having orgasms. And unless she changed her mind, she would just sit and watch and listen.

Nataly and Sam rarely took their eyes off of each other. For each of them, the desire to be with the other, assisting them in reaching a climax, was part of the excitement. Although they would cum by just watching, they desperately wanted to be together; touching and holding and fondling each other.

For now, they were happy to simply feel the orgasms welling up inside their bodies and threatening to explode at any second.




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"Ohhhh, Nataly. I'm so close," Sam cried out.

"Me, too! Me, too!" Nataly answered. "It feels so good."

It wasn't half a minute later that Sam squealed, "Oh fuck! Yesssssss!"

Megan realized she was leaning forward, trying to get a better view of Sam as her orgasm started. Megan squinted as Sam's ass rose from the bed and her hips thrust forward to meet the ever-present vibrator. Soon, Sam was rocking up and down as if an invisible man was pounding her with his cock.

A moment later, Nataly squealed loudly and she, too, was thrusting her hips in an intense climax brought on by nothing but her fingers. Megan saw two of those fingers fucking Nataly's cunt as fast as they could slide in and out. The room was filled with the cries of both women cumming simultaneously.

Only when it was over did Megan recognize how hard she was breathing and how tensely she was sitting on the couch. She watched Sam lay motionless on the bed as if she was dead. Then she looked over at Nataly, who sat with her eyes closed and her right hand lightly rubbing her right breast.

Her panties were soaked.

###

"I'm chatting with Sam tomorrow night," Nataly said as she and Megan sat at Megan's kitchen table. "You're going to be there like you promised the other night, right?"

Megan nodded. She remembered her promise at the end of the session.

"Good," Nataly said. "And you'll join in this time, right?"

Megan shrugged. "Define join in."

Nataly grinned. "Actually, I have a plan and I think you joining in won't be the question. It's more like, 'Will Megan want it to last all night?'"

"I wouldn't have lasted another fifteen minutes last time, let alone all night."

"Really?" Nataly asked with glee. "I know you said it was hot, but I figured you were just being nice. I really do want you to enjoy it."

Megan hesitated before asking, "Do you have your own version of Big Ben?"

Nataly blushed and nodded. "It's not quite as big. But it works for me."

Then she added, "But I like the more natural approach. That's my plan for tomorrow night. Please say you'll be there for sure."

"I'll be there."

When Megan arrived at Nataly's condo a few minutes before eight, Nataly answered the door dressed only in a short, white bathrobe. She looked stunning and Megan instantly felt her pulse quicken at the prospects for the evening. Megan knew she wouldn't be able to simply sit and watch this time. Because of that, she kept her wardrobe to a minimum: sleeveless blouse, no bra, jeans and the sexiest panties she owned.

She would always feel inferior to Nataly as far as looks, and Sam certainly had her beat. Still, she couldn't deny being turned on by the video chat the other night and looked forward to tonight with cautious optimism. Megan was more concerned with disappointing her girlfriends than herself.

At eight, Nataly took Megan's hand and walked her into the den. Everything was set up, just as before. The chat was started and Sam appeared on the screen—stark naked.

"Ooohhh, Sam. Turn around. You look so gorgeous already," Nataly said.

Sam did a quick pirouette while Megan and Nataly gazed with appreciation.

"So why are you still dressed, Nataly?" Sam asked.

"OK, OK," Nataly said, opening her robe and pulling it off.

"Much better," Sam said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now, I haven't stopped thinking about Megan since the last time. I would LOVE to see her naked. How about you, Nataly?"

The smile on Nataly's face provided the answer. "Absolutely. And I think tonight's the night."

"Then it's show time," Sam said.

Nataly looked at Megan. "Stand right here," she said, pointing to a spot directly in front of the web cam.

Megan nervously obeyed. Nataly stood behind her.

Megan flinched at the first touch of Nataly's hands as they wrapped around her and settled on top of her breasts. Megan was overwhelmed by the sensation of the hands pressing her blouse against her tits and Nataly's naked body pressing against her back. When Nataly began to massage the breasts, Megan had to force herself to breathe normally.

Sam was leaning on her side, one hand moving between her legs and the other headed for her nipples. Megan stared at her with lustful thoughts she never imagined she would have for another woman. In the meantime, Nataly was starting to unbutton Megan's blouse.

"Ahh, yes," Sam moaned. "THAT's what I wanted to see."

Nataly seemed to act in slow motion. Every button was meticulously opened. Her fingers loitered at every stop, probing inside the blouse for a moment before continuing down the shirt. Megan felt her legs weaken as Nataly got closer to the bottom.

"Look at what this is doing to her already," Nataly whispered in Megan's ear.

Sam's leg was lifted while her hand stroked her pussy with long, slow motions. At the same time, her nipple was being squeezed and her tit kneaded by prying fingers.

Nataly pulled Megan's blouse out of her jeans and opened the last button. The shirt hung loosely, allowing for ample hints of what lay beneath it. Megan was glad to have Nataly to lean against, but she knew they were only getting started. She wasn't sure she could go through with it or if her shaky legs would hold up.

Some of her fears were allayed when Nataly's hands slid inside her blouse. They found her tits and began an incredibly delicate massage that produced feelings like Megan had never had before. Sure, men had touched her. But never like this. Never with the obvious pleasure that Nataly intended to bestow.

At some point, while Megan's eyes were tightly closed, Nataly slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Megan opened her eyes to see Sam frantically masturbating to Megan's topless image on the screen. A new sense of achievement came over Megan when she finally allowed herself to understand that it was HER exciting Sam so much. HER body.

And Nataly planned on using that body to its fullest.

The first thing Megan become aware of was Nataly's breasts pressed against her bare back. It was a strange mixture of delightful softness and sinful acknowledgment that she and Nataly were quickly moving into uncharted territory for Megan. The kiss on the couch many days earlier was soon going to seem childish by comparison, and Megan would not interfere.

"Mmmmm," Sam sighed. "I'd love to be there to touch those beautiful tits."

"Maybe someday," Nataly said. "For now, they're all mine."

Then her hands moved down to the top of Megan's pants and she unbuttoned them the same way she did the blouse. Nataly pulled down the zipper and slid her hand on top of Megan's panties. If Megan had been tense before, now she was frozen in place, barely able to comprehend what was happening. The first time a finger skimmed across her clit, she thought she would faint.

"Relax," Nataly told her. "Enjoy it."

That was easier said than done for a lesbian 'virgin' like Megan. Nataly spent the next minute or two exploring the inside of Megan's pants, but purposely avoiding the most sensitive areas. She just wanted her new lover to get used to the feeling of her hands on her body.

When Nataly believed Megan was ready, she began to pull down the pants. They both heard Sam moan her approval. Then Nataly caressed Megan's legs and thighs and ass with her gentle fingers. Megan's panties were soaked by the time Nataly removed them.

"Oh my God, you're gorgeous," Sam exclaimed.

Megan grinned bashfully and let Nataly continue to touch every inch of her naked body. Actually, she was beyond 'letting' Nataly touch her. She desperately wanted her to do it and hoped she never stopped. Megan wasn't sure yet just who would be having the orgasm, or in what order if they all did, but she knew she would be one of them...and it wouldn't take much.

Sam was leading the way and, when Nataly had Megan spread her legs so Nataly's hand could freely access her pussy and clit, Sam seemed to be on the verge. Nataly was now masturbating Megan and playing with her tits with no sign of letting up. Megan resigned herself to the fact she would soon cum in the arms of her best friend and in front of a total stranger.

That belief grew stronger as Megan watched Sam roll onto her back, legs spread, with two fingers plunging inside her cunt with remarkable ease. For a split second, Megan forgot about Nataly. But then she felt Nataly's finger replicating what they were watching on the monitor and Megan once again tensed up from head to toe.

Soon, Sam was saying, "Yesss! Oh fuck, yes!"

She squirmed on the bed and began to rub her clit with squeals of joy. Meanwhile, Nataly moved up and found Megan's clit. Megan cried out, "Ohhhhh, yes Nataly. I'm...I'm...gonna...oh my God."

It was impossible to tell who came first. Sam and Megan jointly moaned with sounds that could only come with intense, prolonged orgasms. Nataly held her friend steady and rubbed her clit as fast and hard as she could. She pulled on Megan's nipples and rolled her tits with her palm, pressing her own pussy against Megan's ass in an attempt to get some of the same relief.

For Megan it was all a blur. She had never felt her entire body cave in to the effects of an orgasm the way she did in Nataly's arms. Just when she thought it was over, another wave came over her. Finally, she almost had to beg Nataly to stop.

Sam was back on her side, watching the couple on her screen.

"Wow, Megan. Was that as good as it looked?" she asked.

"Better," was Megan's breathless reply.

"I think you need to thank Nataly somehow."

Megan knew Sam was right, but was in need of guidance. Sam sensed it.

"I bet she'd love to have you eat her until she came," Sam said.

Megan turned and looked into Nataly's eyes. The answer was there. That was exactly what Nataly wanted the most. They kissed for a few seconds, and then Megan anxiously got on her knees in front of Nataly.

If having her friend make her cum was traumatic for Megan, this was nearly cause for a heart attack. Her only guidance was what she knew she liked. But doing it to another woman was new, and frightening. Not because she didn't want to, but because she feared she would fail. Little did she know a simple swipe of the tongue might be enough to set Nataly off.

Nataly lightly touched the top of Megan's head with her hand. She widened her stance and looked down as Megan cautiously put her face within a few inches of Nataly's warm, wet pussy. She glanced quickly at the screen and saw a smiling Sam looking back. Then the first contact was made by Megan's lips.

Nataly gasped as the lips touched her pussy, and then kissed their way up until finding her enlarged clit.

"Yes, Megan. Right there. Right there," she said.

Megan put her hands on top of Nataly's ass and pulled her closer. She opened her mouth and took in the clit. Immediately, she closed her lips around it and tasted the wonderful sweet juices.

Nataly moaned loudly and used her hand to pull Megan's face tighter against her body. Megan began to lick and suck the clit as if she'd done it her entire life. From that moment on, everything seemed to come natural.

She would have had to do nothing more to make Nataly cum. But something, and Megan didn't know what, made HER want more. The clit wasn't enough. Megan licked her way lower and found the opening to Nataly's cunt. Without hesitation, she thrust her tongue deep inside and began licking wildly. For a few seconds, Nataly simply stood and tried to make the incredible feeling last.

But she realized she wouldn't be able to keep standing if Megan kept it up. So Nataly forced herself to step backwards, pulling away from Megan, and plopped down onto the couch in a heap. Megan crawled forward and pushed Nataly's legs apart. Instantly, she was fucking Nataly with her tongue again and sucking on the swollen clit.

Nataly's shrieks grew in volume. Her body began to quiver. Megan pressed harder on the clit with her tongue and Nataly cried out in delight at the onset of her orgasm.

Megan's chin was covered in juices by the time Nataly finally stopped pounding the couch cushions with her fists. She lay perfectly still except for the uneven, rapid breathing that even Sam could hear. Megan stayed on her knees, waiting for the precious sign that Nataly appreciated what she'd just done. It came in the form of a long and hard kiss.

###

"Oh my God!" Nataly said while staring at her cell phone at the table in Megan's kitchen.

"What?" Megan asked with excitement.

"Sam's coming!"

"Can I watch."

"No, not cumming," Nataly exclaimed. "She's coming HERE. To meet us in person."

"When?"

"In March. I can't believe this. Isn't that awesome?"

Megan stared into space, thinking back to the previous evening's 'threesome.'

"Hmmmm. What should I wear?" she asked quietly.

Nataly giggled, knowing she, too, had already started to envision them all naked, together.