1 comments/ 13055 views/ 0 favorites I Want To Play By: heide1980 I want to play, to try new things, I have enjoyed riding your cock, feeling you inside me, but I want to feel what you promised earlier. I want to feel what it is like to be blindfolded. I lay on my back my whole body tingling with anticipation, my pussy is wet, I still taste mine and your cum which l licked off your cock earlier. You tie the scarf round my eyes, suddenly it is totally dark I cannot see at all. I hear you moving, I look but cannot see, it heightens my senses, and every movement you make seems loud. My pussy is wet, you ask me to wait to not panic, I agree and lie back trying to relax through the anticipation, I hear you go out of the room; it is so quiet without you there. My legs fall open, I reach down and touch myself, with a smile on my face, I gently rub myself feeling my wetness between my fingers, it seems you are gone ages and ages, I listen for you waiting knowing it will be great, still touching myself. I hear you come back quietly, my hand moves quickly from my pussy, wondering if I should be touching myself a little unsure all of a sudden, I lick my fingers to taste how horny I have become, wondering if you can see, feeling how wet they are excites me more and I am suddenly sure of myself again. I smile at where I think you are, assuming you can see, my whole body tingling, my eyes searching in the dark, every nerve waiting for a touch. You brush my naked body with the whip, I almost come there and then, it flows and leaves a trail of warm tingling everywhere it touches, that trail always leading back to my pussy, and my clit, I have to try not to orgasm then, willing myself not to, anticipation raging through me. I moan, feeling myself relax into the blackness, happy to feel what I feel, the intensity of it. I reach again for my pussy; I am wetter than before, from the whip touching me there; making it almost burn with sensations. You seem to allow me for a second, then I hear your voice, "none of that" I move my hand and the whip touches me harder, sending shivers through my body, I smile, and relax again, you are taking control, it feels good, not so lost in the blackness, knowing you are there. Everything is alive, every nerve, every sensation, you touch my clit and I cry out a little, my breath short, again I could cum but I try and wait, my whole body and mind in a world of its own, a world of pleasure alone. I hear you moving onto the bed, positioning yourself between my legs, I feel open exposed, I know I am wet and swollen, I feel a little shy wondering what you can see, then your tongue touches me, it feels like electricity racing through me and I arch my back, shyness forgotten my legs open further, letting you in, I have never felt anything like it, so intense, so open, so yours, it felt like all the best drugs I've had in the world and then some. I know I will cum and I let it wash over me, your tongue working my clit, it feels like fire running through my whole body, I cannot stop it, I cum crying out, my fingers digging into the bed as I cum, something to hold onto, something to ground me, while I feel my body and mind taking off, my pussy convulsing while your tongue laps me up, my eyes blinded, but my body awake like never before, every muscle in it contracting and letting go, beyond my control. I come down slightly, from now on orgasm and the space between blends into one, I am unsure of what happened because I'm out of my mind. I remember feeling cold touching my pussy, wondering what it was, it made me curious, at first I thought maybe it was the Ice you once talked about, but it did not feel cold enough. Because I could not see it was insane, not knowing, the sensation of being opened in front of you by a mystery drove me wild and again I held back my orgasm, I asked you what it was, you would not tell me, that drove me wild again, not knowing was part of the experience, yet the desire to know was intense, I wondered what my pussy looked like to you, all wet and swollen and opened, I lifted my head as If I could see but I couldn't. I asked again, but your tongue was working my clit, the object filling my pussy, the sensations over-whelming, I don't even know If I spoke, if I could speak, It was cold inside me, intense, filling, and oh so good, every movement felt big, electric and total, I felt myself building again, after such an intense orgasm I surprised myself, ready to cum again, you must have answered because I knew what it was, yet I can't remember what you said. I touched my nipples, they were hard under my fingers, sensations darted between them as I pinched them and my pussy, my clit felt pleasure so intense it was almost pain, and that too linked up with everything else, I felt myself Cumming again, a different orgasm, from the inside, where the object was pushing that spot that you seem to have found inside me, again I hear myself crying out, letting go pulsing around the object, feeling myself cum again but you didn't stop, my clit on fire, my pussy pulsing, I run my fingers through your hair almost tempted to push you back, it was so pleasurable it was painful, but you didn't stop, I cam again and again, I think it was one of those multiple orgasms I have heard about but never had. I can't tell I'm sweating and my mind is blank except for this sensation filling every fiber of me, I am just Sex. Slowly after how many of these I do not know, I come down, you back off and allow me to come back to earth, but it doesn't work, I'm still high as I've ever been, I feel you move next to me, a bit of reality starts to creep in to my mind. I smile, wondering how someone can do such great things to another person. You ask if I want the blindfold off, I don't, I want to keep this feeling as long as possible. You lie next to me and I stroke you back the blindfold again letting me feel every sensation, I feel I could do this forever, touching you, feeling you fully; your body warm under my fingers. I feel every part of your back, feel its strength, you are sexy, you smell nice and I lean over a little smelling you, hoping you don't notice, I keep touching you, happy fulfilled and alive. I Want to Play My first entry in a Lit contest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Many thanks to stevieraygovan for his careful editing, and also to PennLady for giving the story an extra set of eyes. I appreciate all the help. (c)2012, annanova. All Rights Reserved. I want to play. That was all the text said. He read it with a sense of bemusement. Her spontaneous nature was something he had learned to enjoy. Of course, her current message left him with one problem. She was out of the state on a free-lance assignment. Before she left, she'd made sure to give him her full itinerary and they'd talked about a time he might be able to fly west. Having always wanted to see the Oregon Coast, he had agreed to take advantage of the Labor Day weekend and return with her when the job was over the following Tuesday. Once he reached a stoplight, he hit speed dial, allowing his hands-free system to handle the call. "Wilson Travel, this is Karen. How may I help you?" "Hi Karen, it's Brad... again." He watched the light change and moved back into traffic. "I know this is last minute, but can you possibly get me on an earlier flight west tonight?" He could hear her nails clicking on her keyboard. "I think I can. What's going on, Brad?" "Something came up, and I need to get there as soon as possible." "When?" "Two hours ago." The travel agent chuckled. "I might be good, sugar, but I still don't have a time machine." A few more clicks and she hummed, "When can you get to the airport?" It was Brad's turn to laugh then. "I just left my place and I can be at the airport in... oh, one hour." "Great! I can get you on a three o'clock flight, which will land in Portland at a little after five. Will you still need a car?" "Yes," he stated. "Although, if you can upgrade me to a convertible...." "Are you sure about that, hon? I hear it rains a lot out there, even in the summer." "That's what Anna tells me, but she also said last night that it looks like they're in for a spell of good weather. I like the idea of her red hair blowing in the wind while we drive along the coast." "I'll see what I can do for you, Brad. Of course, you may not find out until you land. I'll text you whatever I find." "Thanks, Karen. I appreciate it." He ended the call and thought about the strange path his life seemed to be on. Earlier in the year, he'd been on an assignment that had kept him from Anna for three months. Her eye and skill with a camera managed to bring her up for a couple gallery discussions and a show at one of them. It had been enough -- barely. Once he returned home, she'd moved in. Looking back, it was funny how that had worried him. After months of telling her his house was a confirmed bachelor place, it had taken very small steps, if he was honest, for things to shift into feeling like a home. The biggest change was the garden. He grinned. Okay, the biggest change was coming home to Anna. Every so often, he'd walk in to hear music in the living room where he'd find her wearing a sexy dress, a silk robe, or one of his dress shirts. Or even nothing. But she knew how much he enjoyed opening surprise gifts, so she generally wore something he could remove. Since her photography had taken off, that didn't happen every night. He shook his head, remembering the night not long ago that he'd come home with some friendly colleagues. Anna had received word that some of her pictures were being used in a travel magazine pictorial and she was ready to celebrate. Most of Brad's meetings that day had placed him in a dead zone, which meant he wasn't able to let her know he'd also had a good day. The two members of his team who'd been with him had brought invaluable experience, sealing a major deal, so he decided to bring them home for a celebratory barbecue. He tried calling as they got closer to the house, but her phone kept sending him to voice mail. It wasn't until they were walking into the kitchen and he heard the haunting vocals of Enigma coming from the patio that he knew. He stopped suddenly and his friend Mark walked into him. "Dude, what's up?" "I'm sorry... can you guys wait here a minute? Grab a beer from the fridge if you want, but I need you to just... wait here." Brad stifled a groan, knowing that their missed messages were going to prove important. There were a few chuckles and winks, but the guys agreed to sit back until the coast was clear. In the meantime, he headed for the patio, wondering what he'd find. She craned her elegant neck in order to see him, a broad grin on her beautiful lips. "Hey there sexy, how was your day?" Drinking in the view of her long legs, he wished at least one of their calls had gotten through. She was wearing, sort of, the skimpiest bikini she owned that could still claim to give her any amount of coverage. The back yard had been set up for a small celebration with her iPod deck providing their favorite soundtrack and an ice bucket chilling a bottle of sparkling wine. "Looks like you had a good day," he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her nose. Twisting on her lounge chair to lie on her side, she drew the backs of her fingers over his cheek. "I did... I got some great news and I've just been waiting for you to get home." She brought him back in for a tender kiss, the water she'd been drinking cooling his mouth. When he pulled back, she asked, "What were you up to? I tried calling you, but kept getting sent to your voicemail... if my call went through at all." He crouched next to her without taking his hand from her face. "I was in meetings east of town and we were stuck in the middle of a bunch of dead zones." "We?" "I was with Mark and Tim and as it turns out, I've got good news, too." At the sound of the refrigerator door closing, she giggled in amusement. "They're here, aren't they?" "Yeah, I wanted to call you, but... you know... dead zones. When I was able to get through, we were so close to the house I figured... I don't know. I'm sorry, babe. I can always take them to the pub if you'd rather." She sat up, tucking her hands into his and slid over to let their knees touch. "I'd rather hear your news. You implied that something great happened with your meetings, and I'd love to hear about it." Her voice was soft and low, the way it was so often in their bedroom when she was asking -- pleading sometimes -- for him to touch her, to take her just a little harder, a little faster... a little slower. Or better yet, those times she told him what she was going to do to him before he was sent into orbit. "We got the contract for the first group," he told her. "I know we're in the running with the second, but they have another meeting tomorrow and should call us in a couple days with their decision." "Brad, that's wonderful!" She slid further forward and with just a little wriggle, ended up kneeling between his knees, her arms around his neck. "I know how hard you were working for this, for both of these, and I'm so proud of you." Adjusting his crouch, he was able to place his hands on her lower back. "Well, I have to give a lot of credit to Tim and Mark... they were rock stars. In fact, that's why they're here. I thought grilling some steaks would be a great way to kick back and celebrate." Brushing her lips over his, she whispered, "That's a wonderful idea, and I love you for thinking of them." She pressed her body to his, kissing him with a familiar ease that spoke of things to come. When she pulled back, she asked, "Do we have enough food for everyone tonight?" "Probably not." He nibbled her lower lip for a moment while thinking. "I'm not even sure what we've got." "We should probably get into the kitchen and check on that." They remained in their huddle, kissing and caressing until a sound from just inside the door brought them back to a sense of reality. Her warm smile as they separated sent a new surge through his body, and she giggled when his hands jerked briefly against her back. "Do you need a minute, babe?" "No," he laughed. "Once you walk in the kitchen looking like that, they won't have room to laugh at me." After changing the bikini, which had indeed been noticed by their guests, for a light sundress, it turned into a fun evening of laughter with good company over good food. The men were pleased with the results of their work, yet when Anna was finally persuaded to share her news, cheers broke out again. "Anna, that's cool!" Tim enthused. "I've never known anyone who was published, let alone in a magazine I actually read. How did Travel Time get in touch with you?" "I read them too, so I'm familiar with their work," she replied. "It was actually Brad's idea that I contact them with a story suggestion based on something I'd been telling him. They liked it, so they're sending me to Oregon next month. I have to say, the idea of escaping a Texas summer, even if only for most of August, makes me happy." Curious about the logistics, Mark asked his colleague how he felt about the project. "I don't know how I'd react if my wife was taking a trip with another man." "Oh, no," she broke in, "I sold them on the idea of a pictorial. I'll be writing and photographing everything... it's just me." Stepping up for his lover, Brad added, "She's a fantastic photographer. Most of the stuff we have on the walls is her work. Besides, even if she was traveling with someone, there's nothing to say it wouldn't be another woman... and I trust her either way." "Well, congratulations, Anna!" cheered Tim. "Writing, photography... is there anything you don't do?" "Firearms," she deadpanned to the men's laughter. Later that night, after their visitors left and the kitchen was clean, she wondered, "Brad, how do you really feel about this job that's coming my way?" They were preparing for bed. With his shirt hanging open, he stopped what he was doing to bring her into a warm embrace. "Anna, except for your mother, I'm your biggest fan. The fact that this freelance thing has come your way... to me, it just confirms what I already know." Kissing the tip of her nose while her fingers played in the soft hair on his chest, he added, "You're an amazing woman and an incredible photographer. You've had a couple shows that were successful, so this opportunity will just allow more people to see why." "But the itinerary has me visiting four bed and breakfasts... I'll be away for nearly three weeks." "We've been apart longer." "I know, but --" "But nothing, sexy lady, it'll be fine. This is your project, and I'm here to support you in it." He smiled and kissed her again while cupping her face. "Besides, there's nothing to stop me from doing what you did while I was on that three-month assignment. I'll take a long weekend and fly out to join you toward the end, then we can fly back here together." Her expression softened from the earlier worry, into gratitude and more. "Do you know how much I love you?" she whispered before nibbling on his lower lip. "I have a good idea," he breathed. Covering her lips with his, he deepened the kiss while curling his fingers into the soft hair at the top of her neck. She sighed into his mouth, relaxing in his strong arms. When his tongue brushed the edge of her lip, she happily granted it entrance where her tongue was waiting to dance with it. He moved his hand from her back and resumed removing the light dress she'd put on for dinner. "You know, the guys wouldn't have minded if you'd stayed in that bikini for dinner." Feeling the dress start to fall, she gave a slight shimmy, helping it to glide past her hips to the floor. "Is that so?" she teased. "What about you? Would you have minded watching them ogle me?" "That's a tough question. But I guess as long as they know you're with me, I don't mind if they look." Her hands migrated from his chest to push his shirt from his shoulders. "You'd let them look at me?" Once his shirt was gone, she leaned in to flick her tongue over his nipples. His groan made her both smile and notice her wetness increasing. Taking a light yet firm grip on her hair, he growled, "In my house, looking at you... in that sexy bikini you had on before... could be a problem." She was becoming excited by the way he was tugging on her hair. "Just think," she gasped, "if you'd been alone... you could have taken it off me... with your teeth." That was the last straw. He let go of her silky hair long enough to wrap both arms around her nude body and lift her, only to drop her on the bed. Placing one knee next to her thigh, he pinned her shoulders down and leaned over her with a look in his eyes that further thrilled the redhead. Her smile lit up the room. She clasped her hands behind his neck, drawing him to her. "I've wanted you all day." Her words came in a slow whisper that wound through his body like a drug, bringing his desire to a low boil. "It's too bad we missed each other's calls... I wouldn't have brought the guys home." "I know," she murmured. "But you did and it turned out just fine." They were kissing with a heightened tenderness that served to spark their shared need. "They're nice guys, but they're gone now, lover... what do you plan to do about this situation?" His hand responded, sliding down her side, over her hips, to a spot just above her knee. Curling around the ticklish area, he drew her leg up his thigh. With a sultry smile, she draped that foot over his hip, pulling him to her waiting embrace. She could feel his firm length pressing against her belly. The heat coming off his body was driving her own temperature higher, and the only thought she had dealt with getting him inside her, and quickly. "Anna," he moaned, "I wanted the guys to leave in the worst way, and there you were, playing the good hostess." "You're the one who invited them." She teased him, knowing she could and that he was expecting it. "I know, but I couldn't reach you to see where you were." "Please Brad, let's not worry about it now." She stroked the light whiskers on his cheek and added, "The guys were here and we all had a great time, but they're not here anymore, so we can celebrate all we want. And believe me... I want." He had taken hold of his aching cock to rub the head along the dewy lips of her slit. They both moaned at the light pressure, ready for a full celebration of the news each had received that day. Her added sigh spoke to him at a primal level and he couldn't hold back any longer. Under other circumstances, he would have taken his time. However, the long, needless delay caused by his earlier good mood meant that he wanted nothing more than to be buried inside her, and preferably five minutes ago. Breathing her name, he thrust deeply into her slick, tight well. "Oh, yes," came her breathy moan. She tilted her hips to his, making him moan in turn. He stopped, partly to adjust his stance, partly to revel in her warm embrace. Gazing at her loving smile, he couldn't help thinking how lucky he was to have this smart, sexy, playful woman to cherish. "Come back to me, baby," she whispered, pulling him close and nibbling on his bottom lip. "You went away for a minute there." "I can't help it... it's just something you do to me." Withdrawing until only his head remained in her wet, velvet grip, he smiled. "The strangest things seem to happen to me when you're around... and sometimes, even when you're not." He slid forward, lowering his body to hers at the same time, covering her with his weight. God, he loved that; he loved feeling that he was sheltering her, protecting her from whatever might be out there. Anna wrapped her legs around his hips, rolling up to meet him. "Funny... good things happen to me when you're around," she teased back. They kissed tenderly, moving together and finding their rhythm. He pressed his forehead to hers and they gazed into one another's eyes, adding to the heartfelt moment. Everything they said was through touch paired with soft gasps and sighs. He could get lost in the sweet, quiet sounds she made, while she craved the feel of his hands on her body. She melted at the way he seemed to make sure he caressed every inch of her, rather than just rushing for the highlights. That night, Brad kept his stroke long, slow and deep until her nails started to dig into his hips. When she arched her back and neck to press her head into the pillow, he increased his speed enough to deepen their breathing. The greater speed was what she needed, and they immediately felt the walls of her pussy begin their spasms. She cried out, pulling him further into her and soaking his cock and thighs with her juices. When she felt him twitching inside her, she nibbled on his earlobe, knowing it would make him crazy. He succumbed to her pleasure, erupting deep within her velvet clutch. Their bed was a haven and they spent the rest of the night holding one another, forgetting about the world outside. One week later, he drove her to the airport for her assignment. ~*~*~ Arriving in the small, coastal town, Brad was amazed by how engaged his senses were. The light clouds let the sun warm his body while also painting the ocean a deep blue. A gentle breeze brought a clean, salty scent which mixed in a unique way with the warm sweetness of the half dozen confectioners he'd passed upon hitting the coastal highway. He stood on the abbreviated boardwalk, watching the whitecaps and letting their crashes echo in his ears. Other than having Anna beside him, all he could think of to make the scene perfect would have been a beer. Just then, Sugarloaf's "Green Eyed-Lady" chimed from his pocket. It was funny how often it happened -- he'd think of her and she'd call or text within three minutes. "Hey, baby, what's up?" Her voice was an angel's song, lifting his spirit. "You know, for all you've told me about being here and all your pictures... heck, even my own travels... you're right about how magic this place is." "You made it?" she gasped in surprise. "I didn't think you'd be here for a few hours." He laughed, "I got lucky and made an early flight." "Not that it matters that much," came her grumbled response. "What do you mean?" "The guy I'm meeting here is running crazy late. If you hadn't gotten in so early, it wouldn't be a problem, but now I'm not sure." "Do you have any idea when you'll be done?" "Not really... I was counting on you having that later flight. I had a few plans for you." He chuckled, remembering her earlier text. "No worries, Anna. If you can recommend a place to get a beer, I'll be happy. We'll have all weekend to, as you put it, 'play.'" "Oh, I can do that." He could hear her smile over the phone. "Where are you, babe?" He took a quick look around. "I'm looking over the ocean, not far from a sign declaring Depoe Bay as the world's smallest... something or other." She laughed, saying, "I know exactly where you are. Turn around." "Okay." "On your left, about one-third of the way down the row of businesses across the street, you should see a funky wooden sculpture." Scanning the storefronts he was facing, he saw it easily. "Yeah, there it is." "That's a neat little restaurant and bar called 'The Sea Hag.' If you're really hungry, you can get a great meal there and I'll call or text once I have an idea when I'll be back." "That sounds fine, sugar... any suggestions on what might be good?" "Babe, you're on the Oregon Coast... they get fresh fish all day long," she giggled. "If it's on the menu tonight, you might try the crab plate." "Sounds good to me," he agreed. "I'm just sorry things got messed up for you. I was looking forward to this." He could hear something moving on her end of the conversation and asked if she was okay. I Want to Play "Sorry, I'm fine," she replied. "I just saw the guy I've been waiting for. I'll call or text as soon as I'm finished, okay?" "Sure, I'm not going anywhere... I'll miss you, but I'll be fine. Besides, I know you were planning something." "You know, I've always loved your sense of optimism." He laughed, remembering her earlier text and wondering what devious plan the sexy redhead was cooking up. They said their reluctant good-byes and he set his phone to camera mode, wanting a few pictures of the rugged coast and incredible greens. By the time he was finished, a movement on the rocks below caught his attention. The wind was playing with a scrap of cloth, which, on second glance, turned out to be a flowing white skirt. He watched the wind form the fabric around the woman's hips, entranced by the shape of her body. Then he realized she was calling for help. Shaking himself out of his reverie, Brad climbed over the low concrete barrier and carefully made his way to where the woman was standing. "Can I help you?" he managed to ask before getting a good look at her. "Oh, thank god you heard me." Her voice was musical, lightly accented, emanating from a beautiful mouth. She was a pretty brunette and smiled at him as if she knew him and had caught him with a secret. "I'm sorry, Miss, had you been calling long?" "I suppose not, but I was getting tired out here and couldn't seem to get back." With her sandals and skirt, he had to agree the rocky path could be problematic. Still, his mother had raised him to be a gentleman, so he offered his arm and guided her back to smoother ground. Reaching the wall they'd both hopped, he surprised her by scooping her up and lifting her to the sidewalk side of the barrier. "Thank you," she gasped. Laughing again when the breeze sent the hem of her skirt to her hip, she asked if he knew of a decent shoe store. "Sorry, I just got into town and am relying on my GPS for now." "That's too bad... I guess I'll have to try some of the locals." She raised a long hand, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Maybe I'll see you around... Cowboy." He laughed, tipping an imaginary hat as she turned and sashayed away. "That was fun," he thought, wondering why he hadn't offered to look up a few stores on his phone. After a few minutes, he decided to check out the small harbor and take some pictures of it for a co-worker who enjoyed sailing. Texting several shots to friends and his brother was enough to occupy him for a bit longer, but he couldn't ignore his growling stomach forever. The stretch of the Pacific Highway he'd seen so far seemed to be largely taken up by strip malls, cheesy hotels and oddly placed resorts. What he had been able to see of the coast had been puzzling. To hear Anna, it was a piece of heaven on earth, but he wasn't sure it matched the beaches he remembered in Belize. Yes, he'd told her he could see the magic, but he wasn't seeing much in terms of actual... beach. He walked to the restaurant that she had recommended, only to be greeted with a crowd, unexpected in size for such a small town. About to leave and try his chances elsewhere, he heard a voice he thought he recognized over the din. "Hello again, Cowboy." "Hello yourself." It was indeed the brunette he'd seen on the rocky outcropping earlier. He smiled, wondering if he'd be able to get her name before she disappeared again. "Did you come in for dinner, or just a drink?" Looking around the crowded entryway, his answer wasn't clear. "I'm not sure, now," he told her. "I was coming in for a beer, but I don't know when I'll have another chance to eat." "I just spoke with the hostess, and she said the wait for seating was getting pretty busy." "I believe you... it looks like a popular place." "I guess there's a local band in tonight, so that probably explains some of it." The brunette hesitated for just a moment before asking, "Would you mind doing something for me?" "I'll do what I can," he grinned. The soft lilt of her voice tickled his ears and he was grateful when she continued speaking. "Since I'm in town on my own, and famished, I'm hoping I can talk you into joining me... I really dislike eating alone." Waving at the hostess, Brad smiled at the intriguing brunette, noticing that her eyes seemed familiar. "I could be convinced to do that. Will you tell me something?" "Possibly." But before he could ask, the hostess arrived. They followed the slightly harried woman to a small table in what was probably the only quiet corner in the restaurant. Holding a chair for his dinner companion, he made sure she was comfortably seated before sitting and returning to his questions. "Your voice is beautiful and I love your accent... where are you from?" A light blush tinted her cheeks. "I can't believe anyone notices it anymore." "Your accent?" "Yes." She shook her head then smiled at the waiter who was delivering two glasses of water. "I grew up in a small town you've probably never heard of outside Dublin, but I've lived in the states for three years." "I understand... I hear about my accent when I travel, but I've never really considered myself as having one." "We're not supposed to hear it in ourselves, you know." She sipped her water and picked up the menu. "Now that you mention it though, I am curious... where are you from?" "With the way you were calling me 'cowboy,' I thought you'd figured it out," he teased. "I'm from Texas." "Are you indeed? I'll bet there are nearly as many tales about you as there are about us." She flashed him a warm smile while her green eyes danced. He could feel himself reacting. Damn, the things green eyes surrounded by long lashes could do to him. Before he could say or do anything that could be seen as stupid, the water arrived to take their order. The crab plate Anna had suggested was available, so he went with that while the lovely woman across the table chose a simple Caesar salad with fresh salmon and a glass of a local white wine. He asked the waiter to recommend a beer and decided to try the area favorite, Rogue Pale Ale. When the young man left, he looked at the pretty brunette and blushed. "I'm sorry... I just realized that I don't even know your name." "That makes us even, because I don't know yours either," she replied with a coy smile. "Actually, I'm wrong. You rescued me and didn't let me know to whom I owe my thanks." "I know this will sound childish, but... I did ask first." She laughed, toying with her barely shoulder-length hair, but did say, "You can call me Brandy." "Brandy? That's an unusual name." "Yeah, my dad was a big Looking Glass fan." "Looking Glass?" "The old song... you know..." and she sang, "'Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.'" She fussed with the silverware before asking, "So, what's your name?" "Liam," answered Brad, thinking it best to maintain a modicum of discretion. "If we're playing the flattery game, I like your name, too." "It's kind of a family thing." Her clear laugh at that was also sincere. "Believe it or not, I understand. I frequently wish that mine was." They talked briefly about the occasional oddities of family names then laughed in surprise when the waiter arrived with their drinks. He left quickly, giving them a moment to raise their glasses for a toast to serendipity. Brandy seemed to watch him closely as he sampled, then savored the new beer. While she wasn't much of a beer drinker, she appreciated seeing others enjoy it. "How is it?" "Not bad," he mused. "I might have preferred a stout, but after my flight and the drive to get here, it feels right." "So, what brings you to the coast?" "I'm here because I'd never been to Oregon, and also because I was feeling... playful." She gave him another appraising look. "Hmm, I'll bet you're a lot of fun when you're playful." "I've heard that some people think so." She laughed again, and he found himself relishing the light, happy sound. There was something about her that drew him in, captivating him completely. God, what was it about her? "I've no doubt, Liam, that deep inside of you lives a little imp that truly loves to come out at unexpected times and wreak proper havoc." "My mother would agree with you," he said, throwing his head back to laugh. "And then she'd give you a list of examples." After a long draw at his beer, he asked, "What about you? Would your mother have embarrassing stories to tell?" She was temporarily saved from having to answer him by the arrival of their food. They agreed the timing was suspicious, but she wasn't going to argue with it and he was too busy being stunned by the amount of food on his plate. "This is half a crab?" "I hope you're hungry." They laughed and settled in to eating for a few minutes. Comparing notes on the fresh, flavorful food before them, they began a conversation that flowed freely. He told her about his job, which he largely enjoyed except for a colleague in a related department who couldn't seem to stop sucking up to whichever boss was around. She relayed some stories from her boring secretarial job and the fun of working behind the scenes with a small theatrical troupe. "Of course, if I tell you about the office, I'll have to kiss you." That wasn't how that phrase goes, was his thought while he watched his glass slip from his grasp and cover the table with what was left of his beer. "Is there a problem?" she asked. The waiter appeared with towels, wondering if he should bring another beer. "Actually, I'll take something in an amber." "Right away, Sir." And the man was off, laden with damp towels. Turning back to Brandy, he decided it was an innocent question on her part. It was how she was choosing to play her side of the game, and he had no trouble in joining her. The real question would be in how far she would let it go. "No problem," he told her. "It's all good from where I sit." He took another bite of the crab. It was fresher than any crab he'd ever tasted. While waiting for his new beer, he wanted to continue listening to the musical voice of the beautiful woman across from him. "So, you were telling me what brought you out here, Liam?" "To be frank, it was sort of a whim. I think I told you I've never been here before?" "Yes." "Well, I have a little competition going with a buddy of mine to see who can visit the most states in the least time." "I see," she replied, toying with her food. "And how are you doing so far?" Grinning, he stated that he had just taken a two-state lead. "But Scott's got a trip planned for the fall, so we'll be pretty close for a while." "It sounds like fun." "Yeah, it is," he agreed. "We've even done a couple trips together, so we try to keep it light." "You're lucky to have a friend to travel with." "Scott's a great guy," he agreed. "We have a lot of similar interests and enough differences of opinion that we're able to keep from getting bored." The waiter returned to take empty plates away and refresh their drinks. When he left, they sat silently, listening to the soft jazz in the background. The band announced they would take a break after a few songs, and Brandy spoke in her quiet way. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" "Um, yeah... yeah, sure." Brad stammered, rising from his seat. "What are you doing?" He looked curiously at her. "You mean standing?" Laughing, he clarified, "That's how my mother raised me. 'A gentleman stands for a lady,' she used to say all the time." "That's... old-fashioned, don't you think?" Without waiting for his answer, she smiled and added, "I think I'd like your mother," then walked toward the restrooms. Brad shook his head and sat down with a smile of his own. He pulled out his phone to check if there were any messages. There was something from his brother, thanking him for the picture, so he took a moment to respond while he was alone. He tucked his phone away and reached for his beer. From his arrival in town, the day had taken a distinctly interesting turn. It was a beautiful area, and meeting Brandy certainly added to the day's appeal. She was the kind of woman who spoke to his sense of adventure, and he found himself wondering where things might lead. "You look lost in thought." That voice again. It insinuated its way into the animal side of his brain and raised images of lissome women with wild hair dancing around a fire in some pagan ritual. God help him, he wanted to be part of it. "Brandy," he stood and moved to hold her chair. "Hmm, I hope I haven't interrupted anything important." She smiled, teasing gently while she sat, letting him guide her chair back to the table. "What have you been up to, Liam?" "Oh, nothing much... just plotting to take over the world." He flushed a little, trying to remember what they'd been talking about earlier. "Did you want anything else? Dessert... another glass of wine?" She blushed a little, almost matching his shade. "No, I'm fine. I was actually thinking it might be nice to take a walk along the beach... if you were interested." "Well, that would be great, but I didn't notice much in terms of beach out there." He nodded toward where he figured her feet should be, adding, "I also don't remember you changing into shoes you'd really be able to clamber around on those rocks out there." "You're really sweet," she smiled. Picking up her glass, she took a final sip of her wine, charming him with the motions of her mouth and throat as she swallowed. When she put the glass down, she added, "The place I'm staying at is close to a beautiful section of beach. Last night it was very nearly deserted." The invitation in her voice and eyes was clear. "A walk on the beach sounds great." There was really no way he could refuse. He signaled the waiter for the check and once it was paid, they made their way to his car. Since he hadn't yet had an opportunity to explore the surroundings, he let Brandy direct him south of town, toward a residential area where she pointed out a small inn. "Park there," she told him. "It'll be fine." Slotting the rental car into the first available spot, he set the gear and quietly cut the engine. "Okay, now what?" he asked, a grin growing. "Now, we walk on the beach," she laughed. What a gorgeous sound. Both her melodious voice and the rush of the waves brushing up on the shore were a rare music, and he wanted more. They walked in silence to the beach where he surprised himself by taking her hand. She responded by lacing her fingers with his and wrapping her free hand around his elbow as they wandered down the diminishing coastline. "Kind of wild, don't you think," she breathed, "that we can still be watching the sunset?" She was right. Normally, there was a hill or group of buildings hiding the horizon's edge. Here, there was nothing but sea. "I love watching the sun setting." Her accent sang the words for him. "I find it incredibly calming... and exciting too. Does that make sense?" "Sort of," he whispered. Somehow, it seemed like what he was supposed to do; as if speaking aloud would break the spell they were under. He felt her shiver and asked, "Are you cold?" "No, there was just some --" "Here..." he said, guiding her to stand directly in front of him. "It's getting cold out... or at least it is to me." With his arms wrapped around her waist, they found themselves pleasantly pressed together. His chin was near her ear, so he bent to say, "I can't believe this is happening. I'm on the coast, holding a beautiful, mysterious woman." The sun had nearly sunk into the sea, setting the night sky aglow with its molten colors. Brandy turned in his embrace, allowing the embers of the sun's light to dance along the loose strands of her brown hair. She slid her arms around his waist, and he could see a sparkle dance in her green eyes. It took a little stretch, but she reached up and, grinning, nipped his chin. "Shall we walk for a bit, or would you rather do something else?" He couldn't help it; he was completely captured by her playful nature. Bringing a hand up, he took a gentle grip on her chin and bent to kiss her. There were no half-measures, it was a full, deep, passionate kiss. Neither was holding back; both were fully in the moment, exploring and responding. The heat coming from her body intoxicated him. His hands slid down, taking hold of her ass, squeezing and pulling her against his hips. He seemed to be operating on adrenaline, moving ahead despite having only just met this woman. And yet.... His jeans were becoming uncomfortable, and he knew Brandy had to be aware of his erection. Her hand crept up to rest in the middle of his chest, making him think she hadn't noticed, until she whispered into the cooling air. "Shall we take this inside?" She leaned in to nuzzle his neck while he continued to knead her ass. His hands were so busy, squeezing and holding her to him, she could feel his cock pressing against her pubic bone. It wasn't long before she smiled and whispered once more. "Do you realize how high you've pulled my skirt?" The warmth of her sweet accented voice went straight to his cock, hardening him further. Add that sound to her smile and coyly hooded eyes, and he knew that not only was she not angry, she was ready for him and whatever the night might bring. In fact, she was leading everything. If anything happened, it would be because she had willed it. It wasn't absolving him of responsibility for his actions; it was simply that this enigmatic, sensual Irish brunette beauty had completely bewitched him. He looked around, realizing they'd walked a few miles down the beach. While this woman seemed very playful, he still wasn't ready to dive into exhibitionism himself. "Yeah, let's take this inside," he finally whispered. Brandy flashed that faintly familiar smile again. "I can live with that... it does get a little chilly out here about now." They walked back toward the car in the near silence of the coastal evening; only the waves washing over the shore and the call of the few gulls still out, echoing in the night air. It was incredible to think that he could be home, roasting his ass off. It wasn't supposed to be that cool in August. They weren't walking that fast, but it didn't seem long before he heard her soft accent. "That's where I'm staying." In fact, the Victorian-style building was where she'd directed him to park. She led him to the door, which she quietly opened. Inside, he noticed the simple décor in contrast to what might have been opulent and overdone. He preferred the homey feel the owners had achieved in the main areas and hoped the same comfort existed in the bedroom. Her room was at the back of the large house and conveniently in a corner. It was decorated with the same simplicity as the entry and salon he'd seen walking through, but this was different. Because it was a bedroom, there were little touches here and there to give it some personality. But he didn't want to check them out. He wanted to examine the sexy Irish woman who had brought him there. She seemed to have the same idea because once she closed the door, they were locked in a tight embrace and kissing as if their lives depended on it. Her body melted into his embrace and he pulled her against his chest, pressing his hips forward. Reaching down, he pulled her skirt over her hips and nearly fell over at the realization that she was bare underneath. Already stiffening, his cock pulsed hard in his jeans while his hands skimmed the soft curves of her ass and hips. "I want you," she purred, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Please, Liam, I want you to be with me tonight." Stunned, he barely had the presence of mind to whisper her name before dropping to a knee and kissing her lean thighs. By the time he made it to her center, she was dripping wet and he raked a quick tongue through the petals of her flowering pussy. He rose with her moan, kissing her once again and letting her taste herself. I Want to Play Her surprised gasp drove him to grasp her hips more firmly so she could feel the full length of his arousal. She clasped her fingers behind his neck and drew him in for an even deeper, hungrier kiss. In the middle of their heated kiss, her voice echoed in his ears. "I want you." Still wrapped in one another's arms, kissing in near desperation, he found his voice. "Don't undress... yet. I want to see you bent over the bed." Stepping from his embrace in her quiet way, she turned to follow his instructions while holding her skirt above her hips. Her long legs were spread, their lean muscles drawing his attention up to where they both wanted him. Looking over her shoulder, she murmured, "Take me like this, but I will want to see how well an Irish girl can ride a stud like you later." He moved behind her, running his hands up her thighs and over the smooth, warm globes of her ass. Stooping just a bit, he kissed the tender flesh at the junction of her thigh and ass on each leg before slowly drawing his tongue through the glistening pink folds of her inviting pussy. His cock throbbed, eager to be inside her warm well. He stood and opened his jeans. At the sound, her body went rigid and she gasped. Pausing, he had the sudden thought that she might not be entirely ready. "Brandy, do you... should I...?" She smiled to herself, knowing what he was asking. Motioning with her head, she indicated a small toiletry bag on the dresser. "Yes, please. There are condoms in the bag right there." That was something he hadn't had to worry about in a long time, yet his desire to take her was so great that he grabbed a few foil packets and dropped the extras on the nightstand. Again standing behind the sexy brunette and entranced by the erotic view before him, he tore the packet open and slid the condom onto his aching shaft. Guiding himself forward, he rubbed his head through her silken folds and took a deep breath. Pressing his hips to hers, he was momentarily stunned at the pressure of her walls. "Oh, shit," he breathed. "You're so... tight." Once he was fully seated, he held still, fighting for control. He was surprised by the tight embrace her pussy gripped him in. Fighting not to erupt right away, he distracted himself by caressing her lower back or kneading her supple ass. Her gentle voice dropped in tone when she moaned upon his entry. "Oh... my... god... you feel so good, Liam. You're... oh, you're... so big." Even with her body quivering around his cock, the sound of her voice calmed him enough to start a slow, steady pumping, allowing him to savor the experience of being enveloped within her. His hands roamed her smooth skin, absorbing her warmth while feeling the lean muscles bunch and flex. She pressed back, meeting his thrusts and gasping for air. The sensations he was creating deep in her core were surprising to the point that she feared she might pass out. He was able to rub his head over her G-spot so deliciously. Slipping one hand down the bed, she reached for her clit in the hopes that it would distract her enough to remain conscious. His touch, the glide of his throbbing shaft in her pussy, everything about the night, it was all so much more than she'd ever dared to hope. Just as she was thinking that, he bent forward to take hold of her breast. Moaning at the feel of his hand, she was amazed at how well he already knew what she wanted. His instincts were in tune with her desires, and he seemed to understand that he would get more out of her if he started with the underside of her breast instead of going straight for her nipples. He'd been watching her full breasts sway beneath her. When she reached between her legs, he couldn't resist the impulse to cup the rose-tipped orb in his palm and feel its weight; it was perfection, and he wanted to see and taste it. Slowly withdrawing to the point that only his cockhead remained in her well, he slammed a few strokes home before pulling out entirely. When she cried in displeasure, he reminded her, "You wanted to see about riding me." With a delighted laugh, she teased him. "I was afraid you'd forgotten about that." "Not a chance," he laughed back. "I'm dying to see you on top of me." She rolled over, still smiling and laughing. On her back while he watched, she spread her knees to show him her lewdly gapping pussy. "I know you want back in here," she purred, her accent tormenting him. "Lie down, Liam, and let me see what you can do." Excitement flowed through his body. Placing one knee on the bed, he leaned over her, kissing between her breasts. Trailing his lips up her neck, he lowered himself to press her to the bed. Her hands took hold of his hips; while one traced a sensual path over his back, the other found a sinuous path to his cock. She gently grasped him, feeling the thick shaft and kissing her lover with a heightened passion. "Be careful not to get me too excited there, beautiful lady," he groaned. He rolled to his back, bringing her with him and giving his hands freedom to explore her supple body. Almost worried she might not have time, Brandy sat up and threw her leg over his waist, straddling him. "God, she even does that gracefully," was his only thought. Her smile lit up the room. "Hmm, let's see what I've got here," she purred while running her hands over his broad chest. Combing her fingers through the soft hair she found there, she lightly tugged at it. "Oh, I think I might like this. I'd love to know what this feels like on my pretty nipples." He could only release a choked gasp. Gripping her hips, he guided her down his body until his cock was bobbing against her back, making her giggle. "Ooh, did I forget about something?" Her soft voice and the glow in her eyes assured him that she was gently teasing him. She reached back to take hold of his cock then lifted her hips. "I'm looking forward to this..." she sighed. Leaning forward, she guided his tip to her center and brushed him over her clit a few times before granting him entry. They both gasped at the pressure created when his head slid inside her welcome caress. When she slowly sank down, impaling herself with his rigid shaft, they sighed together. His fingers dug into her hips, and he started to buck into her. Placing a hand in the middle of his chest, she silently asked him to stop, to let her do the work. She leaned forward, dropping a series of almost shy kisses along his jaw. Her eyes were open, as if asking his permission to continue. Whatever she saw in his face let her know that he was willing for her to do what she felt best. She began to rock. The slow movement brought a deep moan from her willing victim. He found himself amazed at how well this woman drew him along. Her rolling hips were a marvel, and when she rocked them from side to side, he thought he discovered a new power source. Her skin was a drug. He skimmed his hands over the contours of her slim body, outlining her narrow waist, taking hold of her full breasts. Whatever was in reach, he found it and drank in her warmth through his hands. The change in pace seemed to happen when he first palmed her nipples. He loved their rosy hue and wanted to see how that would change with their level of excitement. Interestingly, not only did they deepen in color, but the lithe brunette on top of him started gently bouncing. "Yes," she hissed. She ground her hips to his on each down stroke, moaning all the while. "More... please play with them more." Feeling his balls tightening as his cock throbbed within the velvet glove of her pussy, he knew he wasn't far from coming. If a little nipple play helped her, he was more than happy to oblige. Besides, that accent could probably do it for him on its own. She bent at the waist, leaning in to kiss him. His hands still on her breasts, he drew his feet up the bed in order to piston into her. He was ready and her little moans told him she was, too. They kissed, their tongues matching the near desperation of their fucking. He could feel her silky walls begin their tell-tale convulsions, massaging his pulsing shaft. His own crisis was building and he knew it wouldn't be far behind hers. He wanted to feel her come around him. Her little sounds were so beautiful he wondered what she would sound like in full orgasm. He slipped a hand between their bodies, reaching for the little nub he knew he'd find at the apex of her slit. Locating her clit, he held it and gently pinched until he felt her body undulating more forcefully. "That's it, let it go, gorgeous," he breathed. "Let me feel you." She couldn't breathe. She had to sit up, just a bit, to work for air. From somewhere she could hear his encouragement paired with... her own soft curses. Just below her belly, she could also feel the imminent arrival of a glorious orgasm. When her dam finally burst, he was astonished by the treat she provided for his senses. The glow in her face and torso; the feel and delicious scent of her warm juices rushing over him; and the low sound of her hummed cry combined to send him over the edge, and he came with a cry of his own. He missed being able to taste her until she collapsed over him, pressing her sweet mouth to his in a deep kiss. Pulling his hand free, he wrapped his arms around her trembling body, holding and kissing her until the shuddering subsided. When his softened cock finally slid from her, he rolled to his side, carrying her with him. Her long fingers were again combing the hair she'd decided she liked playing with in the middle of his chest. "Are you okay?" he whispered. "That was amazing," she breathed in the voice he loved hearing. "It was... I just have one... okay, two questions." She raised her eyes to his, silently telling him he could ask. "No, I have two questions and a hope." Brad paused while his lover laughed. God, he hoped she never stopped laughing. "First, please tell me this," he indicated the brown hair framing her face, "is a wig." "That was the hope, right?" "Yes, my questions are based on your answer to that. I want to know, first, where did you get it, and second, can I take it off you now? I've been dying to get my hands in your hair since I pulled you off those rocks." Anna's green eyes glowed with love for this man who was willing to let her play out her fantasies, and could even add to them. "Yes, baby, it's a wig. I borrowed it from one of the girls in my book group." "So I can take it off?" "As long as you're very careful in getting to all the pins that are holding it on... please, take this thing off me." Sitting up, they laughed while sorting through the dozens of hair pins keeping the short brown wig anchored to her own red locks. "You didn't think I'd really change my hair like that, did you, Brad?" He dropped the wig on the nightstand and sank his fingers into her thick hair, freeing it from its coiled state to run between her shoulders. "I wasn't sure what you'd done. It looked good, but I'm glad it wasn't permanent." He bent in to kiss her, but was distracted by an odd pinching sensation. Reaching down with a chuckle, he removed the condom and asked, "Why did you insist on...?" "We were supposed to be strangers, remember?" Her face shone with the memory. "I thought it worked pretty well." "It did." He lay back down, bringing her with him. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" "More of this, but without the condoms," she laughed while she curled into his side. "Seriously, summer on the Oregon Coast is short enough. We have three days, so we could go up to Cannon Beach --" "Ooh, The Goonies, right?" He gave her his full-on geeky grin. "Yes," she giggled, "although I don't know exactly where the old house is, and it's further up the coast anyway. We can also go on a winery tour and hang out on the beach." He tenderly held her and dropped a series of kisses around her face. "Anna, if today was any indication of what summer is like here, I'm thinking some hiking and walking along the beach would be perfect." "I like the sound of both those ideas. I need to get a couple shots, but I can get those in the morning after breakfast." She was about to explain how well things had been going for her project, when he yawned. Changing the subject easily, she asked, "How was your flight?" "Long," he sighed. "And then I got here and met up with this hot little sex-bomb, so I'm kind of tired." They laughed, snuggling and kissing, simply enjoying being together. He moaned softly and she caressed his cheek. "Go to sleep, baby. We'll re-start our summer vacation in the morning." Already falling asleep, he murmured, "I love you, Anna." For the first time since she left on her assignment, they both slept peacefully. * Thank you for taking the time to read my little story. While I do this because I enjoy it, I also enjoy seeing your comments. Please let me know what you thought of it, or vote... it is an entry in Lit's Summer Lovin' 2012 contest. I Want to Play a Game AWAKENINGS Trisha's head was spinning. The last thing she remembered she was on her way home from work when suddenly everything just went blurry. Still trying to find her bearings she knew she was in unfamiliar surroundings. As far as she could make out she was in some sort of workshop. There were some tables and figures and also a large television screen of some sorts but her vision was still too fuzzy to see anything clearly. She tried to sit up to get a better view but couldn't, her wrists and ankles had been shackled to the table. This wasn't her main concern though as she the realisation hit her that she was naked, not only that but she felt something pressing against her pussy. The shock of this caused her mind to clarify almost instantaneously and the full scale of her predicament hit her. She was indeed bound naked to a worktable and there was some large device by her feet from which protruded a phallus shaped shaft, which extended to the entrance of her pussy. Despite her limited movement she tried to maneuver herself away from the invasive probe. However it was also strapped to her waist securely, no matter how she altered her position, it maintained its ominous stance at the gate to her sex. Upon conceding that her struggle was futile, Trisha lay back dejectedly. It was then she noticed that she had company. Scanning the room she now realised that some of the figures she had previously seen were in fact other girls, three to be precise. They all seemed to be going through the same processes that Trisha had: unfamiliar surroundings, inability to move, unexplained nakedness and connection to a weird device of some kind. The only differences were the devices themselves, each was different. Two of the girls had been secured to their contraption in a standing position whereas the third was, like Trisha, shackled horizontally to a table, except this girl was bound face down. At the feet of the lying girl was a device similar to Trisha's own, the difference being its positioning. The shaft was pressed against the entrance to her asshole as opposed to her pussy. Noticing this made Trisha almost feel lucky about her predicament but the moment soon passed and her eyes moved onto the two standing girls. They were not 'fitted' with the same contraption that Trisha and the first girl had. Instead they seemed to be wearing smaller less intimidating devices; one was wearing what appeared to be a mechanical bra, a device that struck Trisha as more odd than sinister. The fourth girl's situation was similar, no daunting invasive shaft threatening her most private regions but instead just some contraption over her mouth and neck. Sure they looked uncomfortable, but Trisha would have happily swapped places with either of these two girls. Finally someone spoke: "Hey," called out the girl with the ass device. "You ok?" "Yeah, I think so," replied Trisha, "How did we get here?" "Nobody has a fucking clue," responded the girl with the mechanical bra. "We all just woke up here. The name's Samantha, what's yours?" "Trisha," "And I'm Jade," responded the ass girl. "We don't know the name of her over there because whatever that thing in her mouth is, it's stopping her from talking. You seemed to be in your own little world over there, we thought you were ignoring us for some reason." "Oh sorry," stumbled Trisha, "I just, well I don't understand what is going on here." "You and us both," cut in Samantha, "I was just getting ready to go college when all of a sudden I black out and wind up here." "Can you see any way out?" asked Jade. "No I can hardly move, and this machine is really making me nervous." Replied Trisha. "Try having it attached to your ass, then you can talk about nervous." Retorted Jade, half-joking half-serious. "Can we skip the 'my toy's better than your toy crap' and try to find a way out of here please." Said Samantha, unamused. "Sorry," began Trisha, "we're just trying t..." The girls' conversation was cut short sounds of distortion coming from the television monitor across from them. Nobody knew what was going on but they were all positive that they were about to receive more information. The video screen flickered into life; a strange figure appeared on the screen. It was a puppet. As the flickering died down the head slowly span around to face the screen, it was a Barbie doll; or at least a homemade version of one. The girls looked at this in bemusement not knowing quite what to think. Then it began to speak, the voice had been heavily disguised but the puppet spoke clearly: "Hello girls, I want to play a game." "But first, why don't I help you all get acquainted with each other? Hello Trisha, while other workingwomen broke through traditional glass ceilings to achieve success in the accounting world you decided to take the easy option. Not content to put in the dedication required to earn partnership you used your relationship with a senior partner to catapult your way to the top above more deserving applicants. Women like you make sure that females in the work place will never be given the respect they deserve. You could have been a success off your own back but instead to chose to find success lying on your back and so you find yourself here." "You, along with the others, have had an experimental formula injected into your bloodstream, do not worry, the drug will become harmless in about three hours; however, until then any sexual stimulation, like say a mechanical vibrator entering the vagina will cause a permanent behavioral transformation in which sex becomes the primary motivation. Traits such as intelligence, self-respect and common sense will be replaced with vanity, lustfulness and a need to be satisfied. You will in essence become the whore you assumed to get your 'well-earned' partnership." "Hello Jade, you have also risen to the top of your field, a high flying lawyer at one of the city's premier firms and unlike Trisha, your promotions have all been thoroughly deserved. However that is not why you are here. In your success you have forgotten just how chauvinistic the occupational world still is. You look down on the women who work as secretaries and assistants to make a living because they could not achieve what you have. You do not accept that they are still doing their job the best they can and so you do not appreciate the talent, which you have. You have spent your career being an ass to the women around you who try to earn a living and so now you must overcome the device pressed against your asshole." "Hello Samantha, although still just a student, the world could have been your oyster. You had the looks and the brains yet sadly you chose only to utilize the former. Entering University on a full scholarship you could have dazzled professors with your wit and intellect but instead you chose to wow them with short skirts and low cut tops. You only chose classes with young male lecturers and made sure to position yourself front row centre. Indeed you did everything in your power to attain the top grade; that is everything except studying. Knowing that a well timed flash of breast was just as effective to pass a class as a groundbreaking research paper, you have wasted your student years in bars and clubs relying on the lusts of men to get you through. Well now those tits you have used so many times to your advantage could become your downfall." "And last but not least, hello Michelle, a reporter for a sleazy tabloid your lifeblood is spreading evil rumours about those more successful than yourself. 'Never let the truth get in the way of a good story,' isn't that the reporters' motto? And you certainly have never been deterred by trivial things like truth and honesty, have you Michelle? You speak poison, and then transfer it into print for all to see. Well today your words will do no harm, the device you are wearing will see to that. And trust me, for the time being, you really do not want to be playing kiss and tell." "So, now that you have all been introduced we shall move onto the game. The rules are simple; at five o'clock the devices you are wearing will activate and you will lose. All you need to do to in is remove the device and walk you the door before your time is up. Each device is fitted with a digital lock, you just need the code, do not try to remove the device by force! The code is the same for all the devices but beware, a wrong entry will automatically trigger the device and that player will lose. To win the game you will all need to work together; you have more in common than you might think. You just may need to move heaven and Earth to discover what that common factor is. You have three hours. Let the games begin!" HAVE TO PLAY THE GAME With that the video ended and the room was momentarily gripped in a stunned quiet. Looking at each other, nobody seemed to know what to say until Samantha broke the silence: "Well that's just bullshit!" "Please just calmed down," suggested Trisha, "We need to focus on trying to get out of here." "Well I'm sorry but in case you didn't notice, none of us can fucking move! How are we supposed to get out of here?" As that moment, as if on cue, the cuffs holding down the girls' wrists all snapped open allowing for some albeit limited movement. Trisha rubbed her newly freed wrists in relief: "Well, at least now we have some chance of getting out of here." "Are you fucking serious!?" reacted Samantha, "You're telling me you are actually going to play this pervert's game?" "It's not like we have a choice." chimed in Jade. "Oh we have a choice," retaliated Samantha, "You don't honestly believe all that crap about drugs and formulas do you? Fuck! You're meant to be educated for Christ's sake. This is just some sick freak's idea of a turn on. You see there's a camera there? He's filming us. Well I'm not gonna sit here and let some piece of shit get his sexual kicks from me, I'm getting this thing off of me." "I don't think you should be doing that." urged Trisha, "He said not to remove the device." "Get a fucking clue! Fuck. There is no magic whore drug or whatever you are worrying about. This pervert just doesn't want us ruining his little fetish game. So you girls can just play with your little sex toys all you want but I am outta here." Samantha began to pull at the mechanical bra, her fingers searching for a way to remove it but without success. Frustration began to get the better of her and she began to tug with more and more force in an attempt to prise the devise from her chest but it would not budge. Suddenly the device began to hum and whir into life... "I think you just made it mad." said Jade. "For the last time just shut the fu..." But Samantha did not finish her sentence, for now the device had kicked into life. The mechanical fingers began to rub and massage her breasts while small thimble-like metal hubs over her nipples started to emit tiny pulses of energy, which caused Samantha's entire body to shudder. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded as the sensations in her nipples ripped through her body like a thousand mini electrical storms. All her previous panic and defiance was being replaced by a rampant sense of lust and sexual hunger. The Device was rapidly sending her hurtling towards ecstasy and she loved it; her mind just flittered away in the clouds, leaving her body to embrace the delicious pleasure coursing through her blood. The pulses were becoming more frequent and intense. Samantha began to moan with pleasure as wave after wave of delight washed over her. The fingers too were relentless, rubbing and squeezing her soft supple flesh causing her to emit a girly giggle of approval The others could only stare as they watched their cellmate give in to the device. Only moments ago she had been the most determined of them all to break out of her bonds. But now she was just a mass of moans and giggles. A slave to the machine, which was turning her into the living sex toy they saw before them. Then Samantha finally hit orgasm and the girls watched dumbstruck as her body buckled and screamed in pleasure. Samantha's eyes just glazed over from the bolts of sexual lightning shooting through her lust-ridden frame. As the final ripples of ecstasy radiated from Samantha's body, the device wound down to a halt. However when she finally came to her senses she was not the same girl that had caused it to activate. "That was fun." she chirped looking other to the other girls. "I feel so much better now, I feel sexy." "Samantha?" began Trisha, "What hap..." "Call me Sammy, Sammy is much sexier than Samantha. It sounds peppy." "Uh...Ok, Sammy, what has happened to you? Are you Ok?" "I feel great," Sammy replied in a voice that could only be described as bubbly. "I've never been happier. My head no longer hurts from thinking; it is light and fluffy. I love this game." "Oh shit!" cried Jade, "The stuff on that tape was real! We have got to get out of here. It's already two-thirty!" "But what can we do?" replied Trisha, "The code to these machines could be anything. We've already lost Samantha and Michelle can't exactly help us, with that thing in her mouth. Where do we start?" "Pretty," cooed Sammy distantly. "Please Sammy," pleaded Trisha, "We need to think of how to get out of here so we really don't need you distracting us." "I'm sorry," replied Sammy apologetically. "It's just... it's so pretty." "Ok What?" snapped Jade, "What is pretty?" "The angel." "What do you mean the angel?" "There's a pretty angel picture above you." said Sammy pointing. "She's right!" exclaimed Trisha. "There is! There's something written there too but I can't make it out from here. Can you read it?" Jade's predicament made it very difficult to see what was written above her, but with great care not to set off the device waiting ominously at her asshole, she slowly strained her neck upwards in an attempt to see the writing above her. She was in some discomfort but was able to make out what was written. "It says: Miss Pinocchio learns." She told the others. "Miss Pinocchio learns?" repeated Trisha, but what does it mean?" "I have no idea," replied Jade, dejectedly. "There must be more to the message." "Wait a minute!" sparked Trisha, "The tape it said something about Heaven and Earth. The angel must be heaven, so we've just got to look for Earth. There has to be some writing on the floor somewhere." "There!" shouted Jade. "By your head, on the floor, there's another picture. It's a person. That must be where the rest of the message is! I can't see from here though, you're gonna have to try and look." Trisha tried to twist her body round to see what was written on the floor but she could not turn far enough; the device kept obstructing her movement and she was too scared to risk aggravating it. Instead, she carefully began to arch her back in order to be able to face the ground. The mechanical vibrator pressed against her exposed pussy but there was room to lever herself into position. After much maneuvering her body had formed a perfect bridge posture and she was able to view the image on the ground. It quickly became apparent that it was intended for her to be positioned this way, as the writing was the correct way up for her to read clearly: "Lying is fun," read out a perplexed Trisha. "I don't understand. "It's a meaningless as the angel message." agreed Jade, "What the hell does it mean? Miss Pinocchio learns lying is fun. It's..." A computerised voice cut off Jade's train of thought: "'Miss Pinocchio learns lying is fun.' video commencing." With that the TV screen turned itself on... MISS PINOCCHIO LEARNS LYING IS FUN. Mandy awoke to find herself naked and strapped to a chair. She had no idea where she was but judging from the room she was in, it was a place she did not want to be. Surveying her surroundings she could see a device situated below a television monitor on the other side of the room; she began to worry. Her left hand had sensors attached to her fingers, which led to a small machine on the table next to her. She tried to see whether she could move only to discover that save the ability to look around the room she was completely immobile. "Hello?" She called out, "Is anybody there? At that the video screen flickered into life to show the Barbie puppet figure and the voice began: "Hello Mandy, I'd like to play a game." "Ever since you were a young girl you dreamed of becoming an actress. You felt you were made for Hollywood and nobody could tell you different. Your parents spent a fortune on acting classes and did all they could to encourage you in your dream. After finishing drama school you moved to Hollywood to seek fame and fortune but soon found that Hollywood is a hard business, isn't it Mandy. Rejection after rejection came and your dream was being shattered, That didn't phase you though did it Mandy? Because you were a born actress; you weren't going to let a few setbacks ruin what you'd worked all your life to become. Some actresses spend years in Hollywood before they get their big break. Sadly you couldn't wait years and so you took the easy way out: the casting couch. In exchange for your pride and self-respect you got your first step into Hollywood. How proud your parents were when they told found out you had gotten a minor role in the next Hollywood blockbuster. If only they knew that it wasn't your acting skill that got you there. How would they feel then?" "Well, today you get the chance to prove yourself as an actress. The role of an actress is to make a role her own; to make an audience believe you are the character you are playing. The machine connected to your fingers is a lie detector like those used by the police force. Contrary to what some believe, lie detectors are not infallible, they can be deceived. When this message ends a collection of phrases will appear on this screen, just like an autocue. You will have ten seconds to read out what each statement says. Any actress worth their salt should easily be able to fool this machine into believing the lies you will say." "The chair you are attached to is connected to a set of tracks on the floor. These tracks are six metres long and end by the exit door to your right. For every lie the machine believes, a green light will flash and the chair will move one metre towards the door. If you manage to make it the whole six metres, your bonds will unlock and you will be free to walk out the door. However, you will have noticed the device in front of you. It is a sybian; a mechanical fucking machine. that device is also set on tracks. The tip of the sybian is positioned exactly five metres from the entrance to your cunt. Each time you are caught telling a lie, a red light will flash and the tip will extend an extra metre in length, like a mechanical Pinocchio's nose. After five incorrect answers the tip of the device will be touching your pussy. At this point one more bad lie will cause the machine to activate and you will find that in the future you may well prefer the casting couch more than the movie roles." "Let the games begin..." With that the video screen went blue and the first phrase appeared. A counter began timing down from ten, Mandy had no choice but to try and take part. She read the first line: "My name is Angela," She stated as calmly as she could manage. The lie detector sprang to life and to Mandy's relief the light flashed green. A motor started below her and the chair slowly moved towards the door. After one metre it ground to a halt and the next statement appeared: "I am nineteen years old." She read this time with a little more confidence. Again the green light shone and the chair edged another metre to the door, filling Mandy's heart with a sense of optimism that she may make it out unscathed. She was almost looking forward to her next line: