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Inside

By: OrlandusLassus



They were together at that point. Not for a long time at all, they were newly together. Barely a week, in fact, since that first delightful kiss. But they were a couple, undoubtedly. You could see it in the way they walked, in the way they talked. All of their friends saw it, any stranger could see it. It was apparent in the way they looked at each other, the way they kidded, the way they laughed, the way she fixed her shirt, the way he tied his shoes, the way she picked out vegetables, the way he pet the dogs on the street. It was obvious.

And it was part of them as they fucked. Every moment said that they were together.

Somehow, this had become for the first week one of their favorite spots. He sat on the floor, on the rug of the apartment, his back leaned up against and supported by the massive couch. Legs straight out, maybe slightly bent, the knees occasionally up off the floor.

Her on top of him, facing him this time, her knees astride his hips on the floor. (She mentioned to him the first night they were together that it was a damned good thing the rug was so nice and soft as she'd be spending so much of her time on her knees, apparently. He had smiled and moaned at her words, words he wanted to say but she managed to come out with before he even could. Or perhaps the words alone made him smile and something else had caused the moan.) Often, in this position, she would be leaning into him, her chest against his, so her nipples would be pressed as close as they could right against his, and she could match his breathing. But today (tonight? They sometimes had no idea) he had put some distance between them, an entire foot, in fact. She had her hands on each side of him, and held the futon couch, pushing herself back a bit, keeping her head up as he had said, so he could watch her, have access to her. Her hips were not even pressed against this at this point. Her knees, and the insides of her thighs were barely touching him as she knelt there, above him. Almost no parts of them were touching, in fact.

Almost.

For she held his cock tightly, JUST the head if it, inside her. Waiting there, head back, breathing heavily. But waiting.

"The things you are doing to my body should be fucking illegal."

"Oh?" he said, slowly kissing the inside of her right arm, pausing to lick the crook of her arm behind her elbow, then moving up, closer to her shoulder.

"Yes!" she gasped. "I'm shivering here, actually... ahhhhhh" she moaned when his tongue caught her shoulder, and his tongue passed over it, to her collarbone. She shuddered. "Ohhh good onnnnnnneeee" her teeth closed as she talked, and had her catch breath actually catch in her throat. She took a moment to squeeze the head of his cock with her cunt, all she could get a hold of, which made him copy her, inhaling quickly.

"Ah my toy, that was MUCH quicker than the last one. Just think how long now you'll have to wait before that can happen again." And to prove his point, he moved to her throat, and started licking and biting. "Your cunt too hungry to control itself, I see." He continued on her neck, and her head went back a little farther, he back arched a little more, and she ALMOST slid down onto his cock before she caught herself, just with the movement of her neck. "Careful there, toy," she heard in a stern voice than made everything even harder. That tone, she thought, that tone is what did it, that tone controlled her.

"I... I f-f-fu.... Ahhhh" she started, then got her composure. "God, I want your cock so badly, please, oh, please put it inside me, I'm dying here, this is maddening." As she spoke, he kissed the side of her face, her neck, and ear.

"I think you need to tell me again the rules, toy. Now."

She shivered, and he felt it in his cock, sweet vibration.

"I'm to only stay here, with the gorgeous teasing maddening frustrating beautiful unbearably hot hard head of your cock just..... ahhh.... just in... oh oh fuck JUST INSIDE me, enough to open me, then-"

And at that moment, her most distracted, as she spoke, he darted his tongue into her open mouth, and placed his lips on hers. The quickest of split-seconds passed as she blinked with surprise, and then let out a long groan, the longest groan she could manage as she slid her cunt HARD and slowly onto and around his cock.

"RrrrrrrllllllaaaaaaaaaarrrrrhhhaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHMMMMMM" was something like what he heard play into his mouth as she kissed him, and he smiled, and reveled in how amazing she felt around him, completely. Utterly enveloping his body as if there was nowhere on earth she belonged, an animal that lived for this moment. He continued to kiss her and she continued to hold him there, pinning him to the floor, not moving, not daring to move even a millimeter off him, getting every second she could. She opened her eyes as he kissed him to look, and saw him lost. Utterly lost, in her. And his body, every muscle in his face howling and dancing, his mouth wanting to never leave hers. Felt his hands on each side of her hips, pushing her, pushing her HARD down on top of him, helping her be closer than she was able on her own. She could feel the small bruises forming there from his desperation to be inside her. She closed her eyes again, and felt how good she made him feel, how hungry he was for her, and her body's pleasure quadrupled and she started to howl again and she.... she.....

She felt his lips leave her, and somewhere, somehow she managed to lift her legs, slide out until again, just the head was in her, and the physical tease burned a hole in her again. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, and felt him heaving with breath, and could hear nothing but him and her, gasping. They weren't spent, and it was impossible to feel rested with him still opening her, but there was a moment of stillness, of something approaching rest. After a certain time, his hands lightly squeezing her thighs all the while (always thinking of me, she thought and forgot, like a passing wind), she spoke, head still on his shoulder.

"I should have cum there, GOD I wanted to."

"I'm glad you didn't," he said, his voice with a slight grin in it. "You remember the last time you did without permission."

"But I would have, it wasn't that stopping me, it was something else."

"What, then. Tell me." Licking the tops of her breasts as she stayed there, just on the head of his cock.

She sighed from such arousal again. "I saw you there, as we kissed, I saw you holding, waiting, controlling, nearly hurting yourself from holding back your desire. I saw that you want to fuck me, to be inside of me as badly as I want you inside me. In fact, for as enormous a hungry cockslut as I am," she grinned "you may be torturing yourself more than you are me. The fact that you are working so hard, that you feel everything so intensely, that you want me so badly and STILL are able to hold off, to play, to train me," –and here, again, she squeezed him, her muscles gripping the head of his cock under the ridge and sending waves through him, his back now arching, with her pulling back now, to prevent more – "mmmmmmmakes – ah – makes me want your training that much more, makes me love being your plaything."

She looked him right in the face, and said these words in his eyes, the first time she'd said them herself.

"I'm YOUR cocksucker."

He smiled and held her.

"Yes, and more. And don't think I didn't notice you keeping yourself where you should as I lifted. I won't forget that, my good girl."

Kisses her nipple, and she groans. "I'm so wet, I can't even believe you feel me around you at all."

He smiled, and spoke into her breast, words caressing the nipple. "Oh I can feel you, I can feel every beat of your heart with my cock."

Again, she nearly came, a moment of dizzy blindness, but held on.

"And don't make me ask you again, by the way."

"Hmm? OH! Yes, the rules!" She smiled, feeling his hands play her body. "I am not going to be able to do this much longer, so you know, I'm ready to take a bite out of your jugular I want to cum so h-h-h-harrrrr" she was unable to finish as he bit into her nipple.

"Ahem"

She hated him for making him speak at this moment, but that hate was overridden by not wanting anything he was doing to stop, ever.

"I'm to hold you cock here, and not jam myself onto you, no matter how badly I want to. I'm to feel you touch my body with your lips, your hands, I'm FUCK OH ah ahahhhhh please ohhhhhhHHH" and her eyes watered and blinked as his finger, sneaking up behind her slid hard, with the nail very lightly scratching the perfect itch just across the space between her open pussy and asshole then slid for an instant JUST an instant, in and out of her, barely. And he left his finger there then, sliding in circles around her asshole.

She continued.

"And, ohhhh and I'm only, I'm only to let myself fuck you when, whennnnnn your tongue, oh, your tongue is in my mouth. And I have to to to stop when you stop, and pull out." Her pout filled the room as she said the last sentence. "God I love your cock."

He smiled "That was not part of it, but please, say so as much as you'd like."

"As a gift, for being so obedient yesterday, I'm allowed to grip you in between thrusts, only once. OH fuck, please put your finger inside my ass again, please. PLEASE!" she gasped in his ear now, breathing easily, sliding her breasts across his chest up and down, from side to side, and like that, without thinking, completely lost in her want. "I'm a good girl, really, you know I'm your good toy, and please, if I can't have your cock in my cunt, please fuck my ass again, I'm yours, anything, fuck anything, I'll-"

"Shhhh!" he said, continuing to rub his finger around her asshole. "My cock IS in your cunt, hungry girl, feel it?" and he moved, a millimeter, but enough to make her cry out from previous denial.

"AHHH yes, yes, yes, but not not more please anything your finger again-" She began kissing and licking his neck, his ear, talking the whole time. "I'm yours cocksucker, I want more, I want to be your finger's toy, your toy, please my ass needs you so bad, please. I want more of you inside, anything, just now my holes want to fuck you to be around you I want to be your little cunt and asshole that always needs to be fucked ahhhhhhhh fuck yes please I'll do anything please please fuck me more."

He grabbed her hair with his other hand, and pulled her head back, away from his neck. Saw the wildness in her eyes, the pleading, the hunger.

Looked her in the eye.

Then, with no preamble, with no words, with no pretense or play, slid his finger in her asshole as far as it could go.

She stiffened, and opened her mouth, unmoving, connected to his eyes, everything still.

Then

He brought her head in slow, slow, slow, and still, it seemed she couldn't even scream, it would interrupt the feeling. Closer he came, and she knew now, she knew exactly what he wanted, and she held, held his finger with her ass, his cock with her cunt, waiting, waiting, and she knew exactly what he wanted and it made her even hotter. Like stepping off a cliff, and falling that moment in the air before you plunge into the water, and that's how he felt, waiting waiting, feeling, wanting to be completely in her, everywhere.

Then.

Please, Timothy.

Now, toy.

He kissed her.

Inside an Ambulance



I wore a short black dress with a long zipper that went all the way from the bottom up to the top with the top left unzipped a bit to show I wasn't wearing a bra. It had the right affect. He walked out to greet me dressed entirely in black like a true Dom. He smiled and looked at my short dress and long red coat over the top with knee high boots and just simply said:

"Slut."

He followed me through the door and stood in front of me and we hugged. He checked how I was feeling and offered me an hour or two of cuddles if I was too tired, assuring me that he would be just as fine with that if it was what I wanted. I thought about that and realized that no matter how tired I was...there was no way I wanted to opt out of our agreement. I wanted to be a slut for a night and get USED every which way!

He moved around behind me and ran his hands up under my coat. He felt my hips and stomach and up over my tits, pausing to take my nipples between two fingers in each hand and pull them while squeezing them hard.

"Does my dirty little slut want me to use and abuse her body tonight? Does she need to be whipped and slapped and forced to cum? Only good sluts get to cum though and remember to be nice and ask."

He asked if I bought the collar with me and I reached into the large bag filled with floggers and toys and pulled it out. I reached up and held my hair for him so he could fasten the collar around my neck. It was black, very wide and had dangerous long spiky studs on it. He clipped a chain onto it and led me out the door into the night. At the side of the shed was a trailer with a big wire cage on top of it and he tied me to it so my head was held in place and I could not look around. 

He told me to spread my legs and then felt my legs up to my thighs and slid one finger up under my g-string to rub my wet swollen clit. As he rubbed with one hand he slapped my ass hard with the other. Then he pulled up my dress to expose my naked ass cheeks and slapped them repeatedly until he knew it was stinging and my ass had turned red. I appreciated that because it warmed me up seeing as it was a cool night. I thanked him and then he said he would be right back. He walked off back inside and left me there with my ass exposed, helpless and tied to the cage out in the night.

He came back and told me to keep my head straight and forward. Then he flogged me with the suede tailed flogger. He flogged me everywhere and my whole body trembled with anticipation and sexual awakening. I wanted more and when he asked what I wanted I told him: "More please." His fingers slipped back under my g-string and he began to rub me once more. I felt the need to cum and started tensing up and moaning but he realized how close I was and so he stopped immediately and said: "NO, not yet! My dirty little slut needs to earn the right to cum first."

He untied me and led me back into the shed with my dress pulled up to my hips. In the shed was an old ambulance with the back door open and a swag placed over the steps. He told me to bend over and lean my upper body on the swag. I did as I was told and then he reached inside and pulled another chain which he attached to my collar so I can't get away. I wondered why in the hell I would want to get away but I loved the feeling of being restrained. It made me feel like such a slut and a real sex slave. He hooked fingers into my g-string and pulled it down my legs and I stepped out of it. Then he told me that he was using it to wrap around his cock while he pulls it for me and looks at my ass. That was when he began to take pictures. He took a picture of my naked ass and pussy lips with his hand on top.

"SLAP!" came a large hand on my ass. Two more slaps and then he took another picture with red hand prints on my ass. Next came the thin blue anal probe which he fucked my ass with. One hand rubbed my clit while the other hand used the toy in my asshole. Occasionally there would be a few slaps or the flogger on my ass or legs or top of my back. The feeling of being held by my collar and bent over the back of an ambulance was so surreal. I always thought ambulances were only for sick people??

Then it was time to turn me over onto my back. He had built extra handles up high on the inside of the ambulance walls so that he could tie my ankles and wrists to them and spread me out. Rope was tied around my ankles over the boots I still had on. Velcro handcuffs were fastened to my wrists and there I lay with arms outstretched and legs pulled wide apart with my head still held in place by the chain attached to my collar. Now the only thing left to do was undo the zipper which he did. The dress fell off to the sides and now I was entirely exposed. He leaned forward and felt my tits for a few seconds. Then he slapped them hard. Two slaps for each tit. Next he took more pictures.

Now he got serious with my ass. He inserted my new big blue vibrator which has five big vibrating bubbles and adjustable settings. He worked the first bubble into my asshole and then turned it on. The vibrating hum made me wiggle my ass so it consequently got flogged as more bubbles were popped into my ass. Each bubble felt like it was ripping my ass apart but I didn't mind because it felt like heaven to me. Being flogged with my ass filled up felt unbelievable and my pussy was so wet that it dripped with juice. Another dildo was worked into my dripping wet cunt and then he fucked both holes at the same time while my loud moans and yelps filled the ambulance and echoed through the shed.

When I felt close to cumming I asked for permission and he allowed me to cum. More pictures were taken of ass, pussy and toys while I slowly came back down from my trip. Then he climbed into the ambulance, got on his knees with his cock above my face and fucked my mouth. I licked his shaved balls and warmed them with my hot breath while he pulled his cock. Before long he was groaning loudly and I knew I was about to have my face frosted like a true cum slut. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue and then huge spurts of hot cum gushed out of his cock and landed all over my face. He seemed to cum for ages and he told me later he had been saving up cum all day by masturbating but not releasing so that I would get a bigger load that night.

Then with cum all over my face and inside my mouth and on my tongue he took some pictures but because it was night time it is hard to see the cum. However, it was there...I know because I left it there and didn't wipe it off. I love a man's cum on my face as it makes me feel like a true cum slut. The cold night air started to get to me and I shivered so he untied me and wrapped me up in a big fluffy white towel. We snuggled up in his bed until I was warm again and then he downloaded the pictures. Some of them turned out brilliantly and others did not but it was fun to look at them straight away and again I was treated to the sight of a man pulling his cock for me right in front of me. He managed to cum one more time while looking at pictures of me and then it was time to go.

Now whenever I see or hear an ambulance I wonder what is really going on inside it. I know it is probably on its way to a real emergency and probably a matter of life or death but in my mind I see it parked in a shed with a wanton slut draped over the back of it and a man armed with equipment of a 'different' nature...and I hear myself moaning with pleasure not pain.



Inside and Out



Author's Note 

This is a sequel to my previous story, "He Reminds me of my Husband." 

www.literotica.com/s/he-reminds-me-of-my-husband 

If you haven't already done so I strongly recommend that you read that story first. 

I am deeply indebted to DaveT for his editing skills. He has undoubtedly made my story more readable. 

***** 

Inside and Out 

Angela stepped into her office and prepared for her first client. She placed a chair either side of the low coffee table. She opened a fresh box of tissues and placed it on the table. After checking the time, she skimmed through her first client's notes. At 9:00am on the dot, she opened the door to the waiting room and smiled. 

"Good morning, Maria. Please come in." 

Maria walked confidently across the waiting room and took Angela's outstretched hand. Angela smiled as she remembered the day she first met Maria, a quivering wreck of a woman, unable to speak more than a couple of sentences without bursting into tears. A far cry from the confident business woman she now saw before her. 

Maria smiled as she looked down at the tissues, at least she wouldn't need them today. She sat down and waited for Angela to sit opposite 

"So how are you, Maria?" 

"Good! Very good, the best I've been for years." 

"Are you still managing without the anti-depressants?" 

"Yes, it's six months now." 

"How are you managing at work?" 

"Fine, I've even been promoted. Probably because I've taken more interest in my career." 

"Are you still having the dreams?" 

"Well yes, but they've changed. You remember, I told you I wake up next to a man knowing we've had a night of unbridled passion. Before in my dream I'd always been horrified and become hysterical because it was not my husband." 

"So how has the dream changed?" 

"The first part of the dream is still the same. The difference is that instead being horrified now I'm happy. I wake up hugging my pillow." 

"Is it still the same man?" 

"Oh yes, it's the same man." 

"The man who killed your husband?" 

"Yes, but it was an accident. He didn't mean to kill him." 

"The same man you slept with before the trial." 

"Well yes, but I didn't know who he was when we went to bed. Do you think it means something?" 

"I'm a counsellor, not an interpreter of dreams. The only thing I can suggest is that perhaps you've forgiven yourself for that little mistake." 

"Hmm, maybe you're right; I think I've forgiven him. When I was at the trial I hated him. Not just for what he did to Will, but also for taking advantage of my situation the night before. Later I hated him for making me realise what a bastard my husband was. I blamed him for something that wasn't his fault. He didn't take advantage of me if anything it was the other way round. Granted he could have told me who he was, but I all but dragged him into my room." 

"It sounds like you have forgiven him. That's good." 

The two women talked on for the rest of the hour. As Maria's time came to an end, she got up to leave. 

"I don't know about you Angela but I'm not sure I need more counselling. I'm on top of things again now." 

"If that's how you feel, you are probably right. Take my card. If you need to talk again, just give me a call." 

***** 

"Take the next left," said the sat-nav. 

"Where?" Maria said to herself as she continued down the narrow lane. A tall hedge lined the road to her left. She noticed a small break in the hedge and as she got closer. It was a narrow road. As she turned into the road the view changed to open parkland. A large board displayed the name H.M.P. Combevale. 

"You have reached your destination," the sat-nav told her. 

Ahead of her was a large country house with a spur road to her right leading to a building site. She drove on and followed the signs to the car park. She was sure this couldn't be the right place. Families were walking on the grass. One group sat under a tree and got out a picnic. It looked like no prison she'd ever heard of. She parked the car, intending to enquire at the house. 

Maria tried to look plain, but without success. Knowing she was going to a prison, she'd opted for jeans and tee shirt. However, all her jeans were tight enough to show off her shapely legs and tight bum. Likewise, the loose fitting tee shirt didn't hide her proud breasts pushing forward, holding the shirt away from her stomach. She'd pulled her long dark hair back into a ponytail. 

As she left and locked the car, a voice came from behind her. 

"Now then bonny lass, what can we do for you?" 

A giant of a man strode across the car park toward her. He stood at least six foot six tall with broad shoulders and a chest that was stretching his tee shirt. His arms were thicker than her legs, with tattoos on his forearms. He would have been an intimidating sight if it weren't for the beaming smile he wore on his face. 

"I'm looking for Combevale House prison." She told him. 

"You've foond it then pet. Welcome to Combevale. I'm Geordie." He extended a huge hand for her to shake. 

"I'm pleased to meet you, Geordie. I take it you work here." 

"Aye, in a manner of speakin'. I work for her majesty like." 

"Do you mean to say you're a prisoner? But you are walking around free." 

"Why aye bonnie lass; we all do here. It's what you call an open prison. Now, I know you're not here to see me, more's the pity. Who are you looking for?" 

"I'm looking for a man called Paul Robertson; he is a prisoner here." 

"Paul Robertson? That's not a name I recognise like, but I can ask for you. Why don't you come into the day room? We can have a cup of coffee and I'll try to find your man." 

Maria smiled as he walked ahead of her. How could this giant of a man be so gentle and helpful? She wondered what he'd done, to end up in prison. He led her into a large room with sofas, tables, and chairs. 

"Take a seat, pet, and I'll get you a coffee and try to find yer man Paul." 

He went off to the tea bar and ordered their drinks. Maria watched him walk across the room to talk to a man on the other side of the room. He walked back to the bar, picked up a tray and brought it back to Maria. 

"There we are, pet. I love visitin', me. It's the only time we get decent coffee. Sorry, I canna find yer man yet. I'll ask Mr Mackay when he gets in he knows everyone." 

"Tell me Geordie, how long have you been in prison?" 

"Me? Well, I spent three years in Durham, two years in Parkhurst. After that, I had a short spell in Belmarsh and then Maidstone aboot two years ago. I spent six months there when they moved me and The Prof to Gartree. We were there for aboot a year when they decided it was safer to send us here. That means I've spent aboot ten years inside now." 

"Ten years, what did you do?" 

"Murder pet, I killed a man. I got twenty years, but I've been a good boy like, so I should get out soon. That's why I'm here, preparing me for release." 

"You? You murdered someone? I can't believe that you don't seem the sort." 

"So what is the sort then pet? Anyone can be the sort. All it takes is the right situation and provocation. For me it was finding another man in my bed, with my wife. I grabbed him and threw him oot the French windows." 

"You surely don't kill a man by throwing him out of the French windows." 

"You do if you're eight floors up, pet." 

"It sounds like you got rough justice. I'd have thought it should have been manslaughter at the most." 

"Aye well, maybe you're right pet, but I was just a doorman, you know a bouncer at a club like. I had nae money for fancy lawyers" 

Maria reached out for his huge rough hand and squeezed it. "Oh Geordie, that's so sad. I hope things get better for you once you get out." 

"I'm sure they will pet. Things changed for me aboot two years back when The Prof got put in ma cell. I could barely read and write like, but that man helped me. He foond oot I was dyslexic and got me bits and pieces that helped me read. I foond oot I wasnae thick after all." 

"He sounds like a good man." 

"The Prof? He's the best. He shouldnae be in here, but I'm glad he is like. -Excuse me pet, that's Mr Mackay. I'll go and ask him aboot your man." 

Geordie got up and crossed the room to a smartly dressed man in his fifties who was standing by the door. No sooner had he left Maria than another man came over to her. He was about five foot eight, slim, with curly black hair and a ready smile. Maria thought he was in his late twenties. 

"Allo luv. You Geordie's girl are you?" 

"No, I'm here to see Paul Robertson. Do you know him?" 

"Nah can't say as I do. Are you sure you want to wait for him? Good looking girl like you shouldn't be left waiting around here. My name's Steve and I'm available I'd be glad to give you the grand tour." 

A voice boomed out across the room. 

"Ho way, Cockney man. She's here for The Prof so leave her alone." 

Steve's face took on a worried expression. "I'm sorry miss I didn't mean anything. You won't tell him I tried to get off with you, will you?" 

"Is that what you were trying to do?" Maria laughed. "Don't worry Steve, I won't tell him." 

Geordie looked embarrassed when he came back and sat down opposite Maria. 

"I'm sorry pet, I did nae connect. No one's called him Paul in two years. Even the screws call him Prof. He's not here now, he went in to work this morning. He should be back soon like." 

"That's all right, thank you for keeping me entertained. Would you like to tell me more about him? Why did young Steve seem afraid of him?" 

"Afraid of the Prof? Nae body's afraid of The Prof. We just respect him. You can have respect without fear, he taught me that." 

"So what does he do to make you respect him?" 

"Anything he can, pet. You've noticed the gymnasium we're building out there? He brought that here. I'm building it and I found oot I'm a good bricklayer. The Prof's teaching me to read site drawings, and I've already got the offer of a job when I get oot. The Prof, he knows people and they listen to him. There is a Scots bloke who owns a chain of gyms. The Prof writes to him and suggested he built one here. When you're inside, keeping fit is about all there is to do. So he tells this bloke he could get cheap staff for his gym. The lads would get to learn a trade that suits them a lot better than hairdressing. Can you imagine someone like me giving your hair a trim?" 

"So if you're all allowed out to work, what's stopping you making a run for it?" 

"Nothing pet, but if you get caught you go back to a real prison. Nae body wants that." 

Maria was so absorbed in her conversation with Geordie that she didn't notice a man enter the room and stand beside them. 

"Maria? What are you doing here?" 

Maria looked up into the eyes of a man she hadn't seen for two years. Now, seeing him made her nervous. She had butterflies in her stomach as she stood up. 

"Hello Paul, you're looking well." 

"You look as good as ever, but what brings you here? I thought you'd want to forget all about me." 

"Once upon a time I thought that way but now I'd like to talk to you. Can we go somewhere and talk?" 

"OK let's take a stroll in the grounds." 

Paul turned and walked to the door, holding it open for Maria. He led her out into the grounds of the big house and walked out across the grass. 

"So, what can I say that didn't get said at the trial. I hurt you and I guess I hurt you again when you saw his message. I didn't want to, but I'd made a promise. I hope it helped you move on?" 

"Well, one thing has changed." She held her left hand up showing no rings on her finger. 

"Is that for my benefit, or is it the reason for the sadness in your eyes?" 

Maria grinned at him. "I'm surprised you remember. It seems so long ago now." 

"There's not much I don't remember. It was the best and the worst night of my life.The best because I was with a beautiful, kind, sympathetic woman who was incredibly sexy. She even seemed to find me attractive, that hadn't happened for a long time. It was the worst night because in the morning it would all be over. As soon as you found out who I was, I knew you'd hate me." 

"I did; I hated you for taking advantage of me, I hated you for killing Will, and I hated you for sending me your phone and destroying my illusions about him. Now I find I am the only person who didn't know what sort of man he was." 

"So what brings you here today?" 

"Something my counsellor said. Oh yes, I was a mess after that message. I spent two years in therapy and it helped. I realised that Will's death really was an accident, and when I look back on it I'm not sure who took advantage of whom. Anyway, my counsellor said I'd forgiven myself for our night together and I realised that I'd also forgiven you. Well not so much forgiven you but realised there was nothing to forgive." 

"I wouldn't go that far. If I'd told you who I was, you'd never have invited me into your bed." 

"No, I wouldn't. I'd have tried to scratch your eyes out. You tried to be a gentleman. Short of causing a scene and embarrassing us both you couldn't have done much more." 

"So you've come to tell me you've forgiven me. Thank you; that means a lot to me. I enjoyed our time together; I even contemplated pleading not guilty and trying to hold on to my freedom. I was very attracted to you and you seemed to like me." 

"I did like you; I thought you were a good man." 

"All that changed when you found out who I was." 

"Yes it did, but I was wrong. You were much a victim as I was. Your world was torn apart just like mine. That's why it affected me so much. I'd spent months hating the man who killed Will. In my mind, I made him into some kind of monster. Then I met you, and you were such a gentleman I even felt sorry for you. Can you imagine my horror when I found out the focus of my hatred had been the man I'd welcomed to my bed?" 

Paul didn't answer, even two years later he was still ashamed. 

"I put those things behind me, or at least I thought I had. Then I got your phone and saw the message. I loved Will, but I never really understood him. It was like I'd been living a lie for seventeen years." 

"That's a feeling I know only too well." 

"Yes, I suppose it is." 

They walked on away from the house and its manicured lawns. He showed her the farm and told her about the food they produced. On the way back he took her to see the new gymnasium and told her the story of how it came about. Maria looked at the steel frame and half constructed walls. She imagined Geordie in his hard hat and Hi-Vis jacket laying bricks. Paul was explaining the layout of the gym when Maria asked the question that had troubled her for some time. 

"Why did you plead guilty?" 

"I felt guilty about what I had done to you, what I'd done with you. I'd taken a man's life, I should be punished." 

"So it wasn't only because you slept with me." 

"That was part of it, but the more I thought about our conversation, the more I hated myself. It was the right thing to do and I've kept my nose clean, I won't serve five years." 

"That gives me some comfort at least." 

She turned and took his hand in hers. 

"You're a good man, Paul. It was true in Maidstone and, from what Geordie tells me, it's still true now." 

"Ah well, Geordie is chairman of my fan club. He sings my praises to anyone who can understand a word he says." 

"His accent is a bit thick, but I understood him enough to learn that you put yourself out for people; even those that have done nothing to deserve it." 

Paul felt the attraction again, just as he had in Maidstone. It occurred to him that maybe she was here to torture him; to let him see what he could never have. He quickly rejected the idea but still he resisted the temptation to put his arm around her. Instead, he let his hands fall down to his sides. As they walked back to the house their hands brushed together and occasionally Maria squeezed his fingers and smiled up at him. 

Geordie winked as they came back into the day room. Paul led her over to a Sofa and they sat down. 

"So how are things for you and your family?" He asked. 

"We are fine. Alan, my eldest, is seventeen now and takes his `A' levels next summer. Andrea is sixteen, becoming a young woman. They've been wonderful. They really helped when I was falling apart. Even now, Alan will sometimes sit with me and chat about our plans for the future." 

Paul shook his head. "Sixteen and seventeen? Unbelievable, you must have been a child bride." 

She laughed and playfully slapped his arm. "I'm thirty-eight; if that's what you're trying to find out?" 

"No, I'm thinking aloud.—Seriously though, you are OK? Financially I mean. I've got a few bob put aside from selling the truck. If you need a bit of help, you only have to say." 

Maria reached out and squeezed his hand. "That's very sweet of you, but we really are fine. I still work because I want to. William may have been a cheating lecherous bastard, but he was a good provider. His personal life insurance coupled with his company policy made sure we are comfortable. The mortgage is paid off, and the compensation from the accident means I don't need to work. My friend Sally says you did me a favour." 

"You don't see things that way though?" 

"No, I don't, I really did love him. That's why finding out about him hurt me so much. What about you? Any chance of reconciliation with your wife? Don't your children need your little nest egg?" 

"Reconciliation? No chance, and as for my children, it's now a question of whose children they are? I'd been in Maidstone for about three months when the money in my bank account dried up and they stopped paying the child support. Josie went to the child support agency. They found out I was inside they told her there was no way I could pay so she'd need to go on benefits. She wrote me a letter accusing me of getting put away to avoid paying her. I don't know if it was her anger speaking, but she finished the letter with a nasty swipe. She said the joke's on you; they're probably not even yours." 

"Do you believe that?" 

"I don't know, but one thing is certain. Before she gets any more money from me, she'll need to prove they're mine. The stupid thing is, if she'd contacted me, I would have had money moved into the account to continue the payments." 

"Oh dear, it sounds like your life keeps getting worse." 

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. It certainly got better when they sent me here." 

Paul ran his hands through his hair, revealing a scar on the left side of his head. Maria reached up and ran her finger down the scar. "What happened here?" she asked. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I slipped in the shower in Gartree." 

The look on his face told her it was something much more serious. She began to understand what Geordie had told her. This prison was like a rest home compared to the places he and Paul had been in. She remembered Geordies words: no one wants to go back to such places. 

She looked across the room and saw a clock on the wall and then checked her watch. 

"I've got to go; it's a three-hour drive back to Kent." 

As she stood, Paul also got up. 

"I'll walk you to your car." 

Neither one seemed to be in any hurry to get to the car. Maria was deep in thought. As they reached the car she turned to face him. 

"Geordie said you can go out if you like, is that true? Can you go out for the day?" 

"Yes as long as I'm back for roll call at 6.00pm." 

"I'd like to come again, if that's alright." 

"It's more than alright. I'd like that very much." 

"Can I call you here?" 

"No. we can call out but we can't receive calls. Mobiles aren't allowed." 

"That's a shame; I'll just have to take pot luck." 




Inside and Out



"Well one thing is certain, I'm not going anywhere." 

Maria smiled at him and suddenly had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. She held both his arms, went up onto tiptoes and kissed his cheek. 

"I will be back as soon as I can. Look after yourself and Geordie." 

"That's a good joke. It's Geordie who looks after me." 

She got in the car and started the engine. Reluctantly she closed the door and moved off. With tears in her eyes as she drove away. 

***** 

"Now have I got this right? On Saturday, you drove up to Cambridge, to see the man who killed William? You are supposed to be putting all that behind you." Sally looked surprised. 

Maria looked at her friend and struggled to find the words to explain. 

"I am, Sally, that's why I went to see him. I had to find closure. For two years, I've been blaming him for everything. I wanted to tell him I didn't blame him anymore. I've forgiven him." 

"Well, you know my thoughts on that man. He did you a big favour. Once you found out about Will, and you would have found out eventually, you would have divorced him. I've done that twice, and it's no party. They say the only people to profit from a divorce are the lawyers. It was certainly true for me. We shouldn't consider anyone's death a good thing, but in Will's case I'm sure we'll be forgiven." 

"You really didn't like him did you?" 

"I hated him! He made my skin crawl whenever he touched me. You thought the sun shone out of his backside, so I couldn't tell you. I had no proof, only what the other girls told me." 

"Relax, Sally. I forgave you before I forgave him. Now do you want to hear about Saturday or not?" 

The two women chatted as they had lunch. Maria told Sally all about the prison and the people she'd met. Sally said the prison sounded like a holiday camp. Soon the conversation got round to Paul. 

"So what's this Paul like." 

"He's a good man, and I guarantee he wouldn't make your skin crawl. He is hot." 

"It sounds like you wanted to jump into bed with him." 

"I've already done that." 

Sally dropped her fork and sat with a shocked expression on her face. "You're joking, right? I mean you didn't jump him right there in the prison?" 

"No, of course I didn't.—We slept together on the night before the trial." 

"Wow! You are full of surprises today. Whatever happened to little Mrs Prim and Proper?" 

"I was drunk." 

"Ah, so he took advantage of you, and you said he was a good man?" 

Maria blushed. "Erm, well I remember it the other way around. I all but dragged him into my room. Look, I was drunk and lonely, all right?" 

"So what's he like?" 

"Well, I can't say I remember a great deal. Like I said I was drunk." 

"So what happens now? Are you going to put it all behind you and move on?" Sally watched as her friend fidgeted uncomfortably. 

"What is it you're not telling me, Maria? Oh my God, you're sweet on him, aren't you? He's the man who killed your husband, for god's sake." 

"And you're the one who said he did me a favour. Anyway, I'm going back to see him again." 

The two women finished their lunch and went back to work. Maria found it difficult to concentrate. Her mind kept wandering back to Combevale, Paul and Geordie. Sally's reaction had given her something to think about. She was one of the more open-minded people, yet she considered a relationship ridiculous. Perhaps she should stop it now before she got in too deep. Paul would understand; she could write him a letter and explain. 

Anger rose from deep inside her. No! She'd be damned if she'd call it off. Didn't she deserve a little pleasure? Why shouldn't she enjoy a little male company? Nobody said it was going anywhere. Why shouldn't they both have a little fun? Two years bringing up a family on her own had brought about a change in Maria. Now there was steel in her character. She'd developed a determination never knew she had. It was the reason she'd been given a managerial position. Maria got things done and had become self-reliant. 

***** 

It's difficult to avoid someone in prison, even an open one like Combevale. Paul did his best to avoid Geordie. Not that he didn't enjoy his company; it was just that Geordie would ask questions about Maria and he didn't have the answers. It was Sunday evening before Geordie pinned him down. He was reading in his room when there was a tap on the door and it opened. 

"Studying again there, Prof?" 

"That's right Geordie. I've got to keep up with latest developments." 

"Maybe you do, but bricklayin' doesn't change much like." 

Paul just smiled at him and returned to his book. 

"Is that what you were up to yesterday then, keeping up with developments? That lass your missus then? I know you said she was a bonny lass like, but she's lovely man." 

"No, Geordie, that wasn't Josie. She's a very different kettle of fish." 

"I did nae think she could be like; I mean she did nae seem to know much about you for a start. If you're nae interested you can pass her on to me." 

"She's not mine to pass around Geordie." 

"You fooled me like. You two was like a pair of love birds. Now you tell me she's nae your lass. If she is nae, you're a bigger fool than I thought." 

Paul sighed and put the book down realising he wouldn't get rid of Geordie. 

"OK, Geordie you win. What do you want to know about?" 

"Her, man, yer visitor. I mean I'm in love me. Not only is she gorgeous like, but she talked tae me like I was a real human being, not just a prisoner." 

"What can I say? You're right; she is lovely and a good woman. One who deserved a better hand than the one she was dealt. I like her but that's as far as it can go." 

"Why, man? You like her and I can see she's sweet on you. What's stopping you, man? You'll be oot of here in six months or so; why shouldn't you get together like?" 

"She was married to the man I killed Geordie, that's the problem." 

Geordie fell silent for a while not knowing how to deal with the new information. He wiped his hand across his brow. 

"You don't believe in a simple life, do you Prof? Are you sure you can't make it work like?" 

"She's got children, Geordie. How are they going to take her hooking up with the man who killed their dad? What about hers? I killed their son." 

"But it was an accident man. Surely they know that." 

"An accident that I caused. How would you feel if it was your mum?" 

"I'd like tae think I'd be glad she'd found someone who makes her happy." 

"I'd like to do that, make her happy. I'd certainly be better than the arsehole she had. -She says she's coming back, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm sure once she's had time to think, she'll change her mind." 

"I hope not, man. It's a joy for me just looking at her like." 

"We'll see, Geordie lad. Now I've got to get my head around this theory." 

Geordie got up to leave and put a big hand on Paul's shoulder. 

"Take it easy Prof Man. Surround yourself with good people, and good things will happen." 

" Philosophy from you, Geordie? I'm impressed. I don't suppose you know who said it." 

"Of course I do, man. It were Brian Clough." 

"I can't believe I'm taking advice from a football manager? So where am I going to find all these good people?" 

"Well there's me, man, and there's her, that's a start." 

Geordie left and Paul returned to his book. He managed a couple of pages before he realised that he hadn't taken in anything. He'd been trying to get Maria out of his head since he'd watched her drive away. His mind drifted back to the night in the Maidstone hotel. He could almost feel her presence, smell her perfume. Tears formed in his eyes as the memories came back. He tried to snap himself out of it. He decided to turn in but even lying in bed she was still with him. He thought about what Geordie had said. Could there really be a chance for him with Maria? After all he'd done to her, could she really be interested in him? As he lay in bed thinking, sleep slowly came over him. 

***** 

The week dragged by for Maria. She found herself thinking of Paul whenever she had a free moment. Sally didn't seem to understand at all. They often had lunch together and Sally would remind her. "This is the man who killed your Husband." It didn't seem to matter how many times Maria told her it was an accident. 

On Saturday morning as she checked her makeup in the mirror she had butterflies in the stomach from the excitement. The warm feeling in her chest had been growing all week. Now her excitement had reached its peak. Her mother had agreed to look after the children for her. At seventeen and sixteen they were more than capable of looking after themselves, but she felt better knowing her mum was there. 

The Dartford crossing marked half way for her and the excitement built again. The time on the motorway to Cambridge seemed like the longest hour of her life. She left the motorway and followed the instructions from the sat-nav. At 11:45am, she pulled into the drive of Combevale House. As soon as got out of the car a familiar voice welcomed her. 

"Now then, bonnie lass; are you a sight for sore eyes?" 

She turned and ran to the hulking figure of Geordie walking across the car park. She threw her arms around him and hugged him. 

"Whoa, pet I've nae had a greetin' like that for many a year like. I've got a feelin' that it's meant for someone else though." 

"Well maybe, Geordie, but it's good to see you too. Is he here?" 

"No, pet, he's workin', but he'll be back by 12:30. I reckon we've got time for a coffee and a chat like." 

They walked into the day room, with Maria holding on to Geordie's huge arm. Maria sat down at a table while Geordie fetched the coffees. No sooner had he sat down than she started asking questions. 

"How is he Geordie?" 

"He's fine, pet, just grand. He'll be a lot better for seein' you though." 

They sat drinking coffee before Maria, somewhat hesitantly, asked about something that had troubled her most of the week. 

"Geordie... I noticed Paul has a scar down one side of his head. He said he slipped in the shower. That's a euphemism isn't it? It means something else in prison?" 

"Aye, it does that, pet. The showers are the only place inside that there are never any screws; that's prison officers to you. It's a place where scores get settled. No one will grass inside like, so when you get injured in a fight in the showers you tell the screws you slipped." 

"And that's what happened to Paul, he got into a fight." 

Geordie looked down at the floor then brought his hands up to his face. As he rubbed his hands over his face, Maria noticed him wiping his eyes. 

"I let him down, pet, I'll never forgive ma sen for that." 

Maria reached out and took hold of the big man's 

"It wasn't your fault, Geordie; you weren't involved were you?" 

"I shoulda been there, shoulda known it would happen like." 

"I don't understand; how could you know he would get in a fight?" 

"Nae so much a fight lass, more like a punishment beatin'. He never stood a chance, man.Three of the bastards set about him, I saw them coming out. Two broken ribs and concussion; he was two weeks in the hospital wing." 

"I don't understand Geordie, this is England; we don't allow the officers to beat people as punishment." 

"It was nae the screws, lass, they were other prisoners, Ray Embury's thugs. The governor and the screws think they run the prison, but in reality it's people like Big Ray Embury that run the place. Nothing gets in or out of the prison without they know about it. They are big time villains with plenty of money and influence. They bribe the screws and intimidate the prisoners." 

"So what did Paul do to deserve such a punishment?" 

"You don't have to do much, pet. The Prof just said no and Big Ray doesn't like that." 

"I can't believe all this Geordie. You're telling me that a man gets beaten to a pulp for not doing as he was told?" 

"OK, I'll explain. It was just after his mam died. They let him go to the funeral handcuffed to a screw like; as if the Prof would to try to escape. He was upset; not thinking straight. When Big Ray sent one of his heavies down inviting the Prof to visit, he went. Ray's firm were planning a job on a warehouse. The place where they gather up all the old bank notes and send them to be burned. They had a problem with the CCTV and someone told Embury that the Prof used to teach electronics at the university. So he asks if it's possible to jam the system. "Of course," says the Prof. So Embury asks him to design a jammer for him. The Prof tells him he's got better things to do with his time.-If he'd been in his right mind he'd have told him he couldn't do it." 

"So for that they beat him half to death." 

"Aye, pet. I'm sorry like, I never thought Embury would cross the line, break the rules like, but he did." 

"I don't understand, you just said there were no rules for Embury. He could more or less do as he pleased." 

"Aye well there's prison rules, they don't apply to Embury, and there are prisoners' rules, they apply to everyone. That's things like what you can do to what type of people. If they're old or funny in the head you're supposed to leave 'em alone. If they're child molesters you can do what you like and nobody sees a thing. Anyway, the Prof kept to himself like, but he also held unofficial classes in writing and maths. He helped a lot of blokes and got a lot of respect. Prisoners' rules said you don't touch the Prof. Embury broke the rules." 

"What happened afterwards? Did he get away with it?" 

"Nobody gets away with breaking prisoners rules. The Prof drifted in and out of consciousness for ten days. By the time he was back with us he had the company of three more prisoners, none of them will ever need a vasectomy." 

"What about Embury?" 

"He fell from the landing outside his cell. Broke one leg in three places, smashed his elbow and broke his pelvis. Had to be sent out to a proper hospital." 

Tears were running down Maria's cheeks taking with them much of the carefully applied eyeliner. At the same time, she was having doubts about Geordie; was he a violent man after all? 

"Did you do all that because they hurt Paul." 

"Me? It was nae me pet. I wanted to help like. I'd not been that angry in years, but the other lads said no. "You've not got long to go," they said. So I kept out of it. When Embury had a go at flyin' like, I was visitin' the Prof in the hospital wing. After that the governor decided the prison would be a safer place if he moved us. I was due for an open prison like, so he transferred both of us here." 

Paul had spent the week hoping to see Maria again yet it still came as a surprise to find her sitting in the day room with black lines running down her cheeks. He was even more surprised when she jumped up and ran to meet him. She threw her arms around him pushing her head against his chest. 

"I'm so, so sorry," she sobbed. 

He hugged her to his chest and waited for her crying to stop. It took several minutes before she got herself back in control. 

"Is there a ladies room here?" 

Paul led her out to the toilets and went back to talk to Geordie. 

"You want to tell me what that was all about?" 

"I've no idea man. She just asked me aboot you slippin' in the shower like." 

"And you told her? Geordie, Geordie, what am I going to do with you? You don't talk to people like her about life inside. They don't understand." 

"I'm sorry, Prof man. She asked like. I mean she already guessed it was more than just slipping over, man." 

It was twenty minutes before Maria returned. Apart from a little redness in her eyes she looked normal. Paul stood up to greet her, and she smiled at him. 

"I came to take you to lunch; if we hurry we can still make it." 

Paul looked at Geordie. 

"Ho way, man. Go, go get some decent food and make the lady happy." 

With Paul acting as navigator, they drove back to Cambridge and found a nice little pub close to the river. They talked as they ate and then Paul took her for a walk along The Backs, a road alongside the river which offered an excellent view of the major colleges. 

Maria tried to talk about his life in prison, but every time Paul turned the conversation around. Instead, he told her about his early life. He talked about his childhood, and made it sound happy despite their meagre finances. As they talked, Maria could hear in his voice the affection he had for his mother. He told her how proud she'd been when he graduated from University. Maria asked about his father but Paul just side stepped the question. He went on to tell her how overjoyed his mother had been when, five years later, he'd got his first lecturing Job. 

"You mean you were teaching at the University?" Maria asked with more than a hint of surprise. 

"Yes, of course. Why do you think the boy's call me Prof?" 

"When you said you worked at the university, I thought you worked in their labs. You said you were doing research." 

"That's the way it is. You spend less than half your time on teaching. The rest is spent running research projects." 

"And you were still better off driving a lorry than teaching, that doesn't make any sense." 

"Maybe not, but it's a reality." 

"William always said there was more money in selling a product than in making it." 

"He was probably right, but the salesman doesn't get the buzz you get when you see something you made or designed, being used." 

"Now you sound like my son, Alan. When his dad died he changed his 'A' level choices. He's doing English, Maths and Physics. He says he wants to be an engineer." 

They stopped for a coffee at one of the city centre cafes. Paul reached across the table and took Maria's hand and squeezed it gently. 

"I really enjoy being with you," he told her." 

Maria squeezed his hand back but said nothing. How could she? She wasn't sure how she felt. She did know she didn't want it to end. It had been a long time since a man had made her feel this special. She tried to remember the night in Maidstone, but the more she tried the less certain she was of what was fact and what was fantasy. 

Paul checked his watch. 

"Maria, I'm really enjoying this, but I've got to get back to the prison for roll call." 

They got up and walked, hand in hand, back to the car. In the prison car park Paul leaned across to kiss Maria's cheek. She turned and offered her lips. After several minutes of kissing, Paul asked the question that had been going through his head all the way back to Combevale. 

"Will I see you again?" 

"I've taken a room at the village pub so I can come over in the morning." 

Paul's smile spread from ear to ear. "There is nothing I'd like better." 

"That's settled then. I'll come by and pick you up at ten," 

She kissed him once more. He got out of the car and walked back into the prison building. Maria watched him every inch of the way. She chastised herself for enjoying the sight of his bum as he walked away. 

"Nice buns," she said to herself. "Maria, what are you saying? You're nearly forty, not some love struck teenager." She started the car and put it into gear."Still," she thought, "they really are very nice buns." She eased up the clutch and set off for the pub. 

***** 

The following day took much the same form as the previous one. They went to lunch and talked about their past. Maria homed in on Paul's mother. 

"It must have been awful being in prison when your mother died." 

"It wasn't nice. She told me she had a heart condition, I just didn't know how bad. It turned out she had an aortic aneurism. At least when it burst the end was quick." 

"It must have been awful going to the funeral under guard." 

"Luck of the draw I'm afraid. I was in Gartree and that's maximum security. Their policy was one day under guard. I'm glad mum couldn't see me handcuffed to a screw." 




Inside and Out



"But you shouldn't have been in maximum security, surely." 

"Blame overcrowding; they needed space in Maidstone to accommodate the new intake. The only spaces were at Gartree. Maidstone would have let me out on licence for two days." 

"Did your father attend the funeral?" 

"I haven't seen him since I was twelve. He walked out, we never saw him again. He was a womanising bastard; we didn't miss him." 

Maria hugged him. "You've had a hard few years haven't you?" 

"No more than you have." 

"No one put me in hospital with concussion." 

"Geordie shouldn't have told you about that. There are many types of suffering and you've had your share, most of it because of me." 

Maria pushed him away but held on to his arms. "Don't you ever say that. It was an accident. I accept that, why can't you?" 

Paul just looked at the floor, so Maria moved in closer and kissed his lips, bringing a smile to his face. 

They ate at the village pub. It surprised Maria find that the staff knew him. Not as Paul, of course. In the pub, as in the prison, he was Prof. 

"So you are even allowed in the pub then?" 

"Yes, we aren't allowed to come back drunk, or bring alcohol into the prison but we're allowed to fraternise with the natives." 

"And how do the local people take it?" 

"Some are none too keen but the landlord is a good man, everybody gets one chance. Cause trouble and you get barred, and there isn't another pub for ten miles. Remember, you don't even get to a place like Combevale unless your record is spotless." 

"But you were involved in a fight." 

"The governor said I was attacked. That's what he put on my record. I played no part in the reprisals; I was unconscious." 

A waitress showed them to a table and shortly afterwards the food was served. 

"Looks good," said Paul. 

"You don't get food like this in prison then?" 

"The food in the prison is not bad. The company here is infinitely better." 

Maria giggled. "You prefer me to Geordie? I am honoured." 

"He'd be the first to agree, you are a lot better to look at," Paul said with a grin. 

After lunch, they walked hand in hand through the lanes of the village. Maria laughed telling Paul that they seemed to be doing things backwards. They'd already spent a night together yet here they were two years later, getting to know each other. Paul laughed and put his arm around her. 

When they got back to the prison they were mooning over each other like teenagers on a first date. Maria had insisted on saying goodbye to Geordie. When it was time for their lingering goodbye she told him it would be two weeks before she could be back. 

"I've got to give my children some of my time." 

"Sounds fair. That doesn't mean I won't miss you." 

His eyes followed her car all the way down the drive. Paul stood, staring at an empty driveway until a huge arm came to rest on his shoulders. 

"Come on, Prof man. I need to thrash somebody at pool." 

***** 

On her fourth visit that Maria arrived to find Paul sitting between two children, talking to a slim and very attractive young woman. He seemed at ease with the children and the woman as she spoke to him. The sight pulled her up short. For a few minutes, she stood and watched. Paul seemed fond of the children. When the woman reached out and took Paul's hand, Maria realised this was his family. She thought about walking up and introducing herself, but they seemed so comfortable together. Her confidence evaporated, and she turned to leave. As she opened the door she walked straight into the large body of Geordie on his way in. 

"Now then bonnie lass, where are you running off to?" He looked over her head at Paul and his family. "Oh, I see. Don't worry about that, pet. The Prof will sort it out" He turned around and put his arm around her shoulders and led her outside. They walked over towards the new gym which was now almost built. 

"They're his family aren't they Geordie?" 

"Aye pet, they are. It's the first time I've ever seen them like, but she turned up today bold as brass. I thought he'd blow his top, but he seems calm." 

"She's beautiful, and she's younger than me." 

"I hadn't noticed, pet." 

She punched his huge arm. "I don't believe you, but thanks anyway." 

"Just trust him, pet. He's no fool." 

"But they look like a real family sitting in there. I felt I'd be intruding." 

"Ho way, lass. As far as the Prof is concerned you've got no worries. She brought the kids here because it was the only way he'd even speak to her. They may not even be his kids, but he can't push them away, pet. It's the way he is, and that's part of why you love him isn't it?" 

"Is it that obvious, Geordie?" 

He smiled at her, a big broad smile which showed his broken teeth. "Only to someone with eyes, pet, only to someone with eyes." 

Maria laughed. "You're a clever man, Geordie. You see through us all." 

"I would nae say that, pet. I do know that you and the Prof should be together." 

Maria did her best to hug Geordie. And he wrapped one of his big arms around her. Looking over her head he saw Paul trotting across the grass toward them. Maria was pushing herself off Geordie's chest, and Paul's voice took her by surprise. 

"Well, I'm glad that's over. Can we go to lunch now, or are you taking Geordie?" 

She threw herself into his arms as Geordie made his exit. Half an hour later they were sitting in the pub waiting for their meals. 

"So what made her come after all this time? It's not as if you are still married." 

"She showed me a doctor's letter, which says she's got Parkinson's disease. It's possible that she won't be able to care for the children should it be aggressive." 

"Do you believe her?" 

"I have no idea. One thing is certain: I can't do anything while I'm in prison. After the letter she sent me, I want paternity tests done before I'll contemplate taking them on." 

Once they finished their meal they sat in the bar with drinks in their hands discussing how to spend the afternoon. Paul suggested Cambridge or Huntingdon, but Maria didn't seem keen. 

"We don't need to go anywhere. I have a room upstairs, and I'm wearing stockings." She smiled at him remembering how much he'd enjoyed removing her stockings in Maidstone. Paul's face lit up. 

"I thought you didn't remember much of that night?" 

"Some is hazy and some I remember. I'd like you to make love to me when I'm not even slightly drunk." 

Paul didn't answer immediately. He put his drink down and stood up. Taking both her hands in his, he pulled her up from her seat. 

"I hope you're not expecting me totry to talk you out of it this time because that's not going to happen." 

***** 

Maria lay on her side watching him as he slept. She felt a strange contentment. If this was all she could expect, she would accept it happily. The sex had been wonderful, but it was more than that. They didn't have sex, they made love in every sense of the word. Paul had worshipped her body before climbing on top of her. As soon as he entered her she felt complete in a way she'd never known. Once they were both spent they lay side by side just holding and caressing each other as they drifted off to sleep. 

Maria had been the first to wake and had already taken a shower. Now by the light of the bedside lamp she lay beside him taking in every detail of his body. She saw his eyelids quiver as he woke. Paul opened his eyes and turned to face her. A broad smile spread across his face. 

"It wasn't a dream then?" 

"If it was, it was the best one I've ever had." 

"Will you remember this one?" 

"Every second," she said as she got up to kneel beside him. As she kissed his chest and started to move downwards, Paul caught sight of the clock. 

"Good grief, it's 5:30. I'm sorry Maria but we've got to get a move on. Roll call is at six. I've got to get back." 

"Would they really send you back if you were a little late?" 

"I don't want give them reason to make that decision. Come on we need to get dressed and get out of here." 

They hurriedly dressed and Maria drove them back to the prison, they made it back with five minutes to spare. After a passionate kiss, they parted for the night. At ten the following morning, she picked him up. Paul had a real spring in his step when he walked out to the car. 

"You seem cheerful this morning. What brought this on?" 

"Maybe making love to a beautiful woman yesterday, or perhaps having a word with Mr Mackay after roll call was enough." 

"Did you get an extension?" 

"Better than that; if I give seven days notice I can get a weekend pass." 

"You mean we can spend the night together." 

"More than one, I can leave on Friday evening..." 

"Saturday nights would be good," Maria said as a smile spread across her face. "We can go out somewhere. Like on a date. Oh Paul, that's such good news. I had no idea such things were possible." 

"Neither did I, but when I arrived in the nick of time last night, I asked Mr McKay if it was possible to get an extension. He told me I could do better than that, and told me about weekend passes." 

"So when I come back in two weeks, we can make a night of it. You could book us a room somewhere and plan a day." 

"It will have to be in Cambridge, I don't have the time to travel far and I'm not allowed access to the internet. My employers had to promise not to give me access." 

"Paul Robertson, international man of mystery, there is so much about you I don't know. How come you're a prisoner but so many people know you. I don't know what you do but you tell me the company won't let you access the internet. I've learned more about you from Geordie than from you, so come on you can start by telling me who you work for and what you do." 

"OK, the company I work for does research into computer techniques and electronics. It's owned by the university and a lot of the staff are Ph.D. students. Those are the people who speak to me in the street. It's unusual for prisoners to get a job like that, but the chap in charge of the research unit is an old friend from my university days. He saw the chance to get an experienced project manager on the cheap. The internet ban, is to try and stop prisoners communicating with other villains. Combevale may be an open prison, but it is still a prison, and has to stick to most of the same rules as other prisons. If I need to research something online, I sit with one of the students and they do it using their account. That way I can do my job and stay within the rules" 

"Can they stop you using it?" 

"In reality, no they can't. They've given me a restricted account. I can get around it, and they know that, but I don't do it. I want to keep my nose clean and I gave my word." 

"That's important to you isn't it, keeping your word." 

"Yes, it is. I can't say I've never told a lie, but if I've made a promise I try to stick to it." 

"In that case you can promise me you will sort out a nice weekend for us in two weeks time." 

Paul gave his promise, and so it began. First it was the theatre, then the cinema, on one spring weekend they even went down to the coast. Life was good, and they both lived for their weekends together. 

Sally sat across the table sipping her wine. "OK," she said, "Let's have it. Is it what I think it is?" 

"Well," said Maria, "that depends on what you think it is." 

"You've got the look of a satisfied woman. You've found someone haven't you?" 

Maria's head went down a little and she gave Sally a coy Princess Diana look. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"You know what I mean. You've got a smile a mile wide, and it gets wider every week. All the girls are talking about it. 'What's happened to Maria,' they ask? Nothing fazes her. She never gets angry, she just deals with everything. They may not know, but I've been through it twice myself. You're getting laid again aren't you?" 

Maria smiled. 

"So come on, who is he, this man who has broken down your defences? The last man you told me about was the one who..." She stopped mid sentence and looked at Maria. "Oh my god, it's him isn't it? The man who... But he's in prison isn't he?" 

"He is, but he gets a weekend pass." 

"A weekend pass? What kind of prison do you call that?" 

"It's an open prison. They use them to prepare long-term prisoners for life on the outside. They can go out to work and everything." 

"Oh Maria, you sure can pick 'em. First that cheating bastard and now this man. You say he's a good man and maybe he is, but it can't go anywhere. How are you going to tell your kids? What about yours, what are you going to say to them?" 

"I don't know, Sally, but I can't give him up, I love him. Oh my god, I've never said that before. I haven't even told him, but it's true Sally, I love him. I'll have to make them understand, it was an accident." 

"Well, good luck with that one, girlfriend. I hope it works out. I can't remember when I've seen you this happy." 

***** 

"Well Prof man, you'll be getting out of here in the next month or so. Have ya made any plans yet?" 

"What plans do I have to make, Geordie? I've got a job to go to and I'll get a room without too much trouble." 

"Ho way man, you know what I'm getting at. You and your lass, what are you two ganna do when you get out? You'll be getting together, I'm thinkin', and there's nae a man here who's nae happy for ya." 

"It's not as simple as that. I ran over her husband." 

"Well, it's obvious that she's forgiven you, what's the problem?" 

"She has two teenage children, Geordie. How will they take their mother shacking up with the man who killed their dad?" 

"But it was an accident man." 

"Yes, Geordie. But not the way she thinks. There is nothing else for it; I'll have to break it off." 

"You canna do that man. It'll break her heart. Any fool can see she's in love with you, and you with her if I'm not mistaken. Surely you can find a way to handle it." 

"I suppose I'd better start with explaining what really happened and see how she reacts to that. She knows most of it already, but not the exact sequence. If that doesn't put her off, I can meet the children." 

"Sounds like the start of a plan. I wish you luck." 

On Maria's next visit, he decided to lay it out for her. When she came to collect him on Sunday morning he took her out for a walk in the grounds. They ended up sitting under an oak tree. 

"Maria, I need to talk about something." 

"Yes I know; we need to sort things out. Who is going first?" 

"I think I should. After what I've got to say, you might not want to stay any longer. Things didn't happen quite the way I told it in court. I didn't get that message on the day of the accident. I got it three weeks before." 

"What are you telling me? That it wasn't an accident?" 

"No, I mean yes. I didn't mean to kill him. Look just let me say it. After I got that message I hated him. I found out all I could about him. Most of it came from Josie. Once she realised we were definitely over, she couldn't wait to tell me how successful he was. She laughed at me. She stopped laughing when I named him in the divorce. Within a week, I found out where he worked, where he lived, even the number of his car. I wanted to kill him, but as time went by I calmed down and I stopped making plans. Then came that day. I was hauling forty tons of newsprint down to Dover. He passed me as we got to the A249 Junction and swung across the front of me forcing me onto the slip road. I recognised his car immediately. All the anger came back; I wanted to have the bastard. Of course, he was driving a BMW, and I had a forty-ton lorry so that was never going to happen." 

"As he disappeared over Detling hill, I picked up my phone and played that message again. Don't ask me why, torturing myself I guess. That's what I was doing, and that's what people saw. I wasn't making a call or sending a text; I was watching my life fall apart all over again. My eyes were full of tears: I couldn't see things only blurs. The wagon rocked about behind me, a sure sign going too fast. I wiped my eyes with my forearm and that was when I saw his car. As I told the court I had nowhere to go. I didn't know if anyone was in the car. You can't see that from a lorry cab, you only see the roof." 

He looked at Maria who seemed to be lost in thought. 

"I still don't understand why he stopped, or why he stopped where he did. There was a lay-by a quarter of a mile down the road. Why did he stop where he couldn't get off the road? He was going downhill; even if the engine had packed up he would have made it to the lay-by. Why stop there?" 

Maria had tears in her eyes and she was dabbing at them with a tissue when Paul stopped talking. She was obviously upset. 

"Are you OK? Can I get you something?" 

"No, no. I don't think I can do this, I've got to go." 

"No, wait. What did you want to say? Maria." 

But Maria was already on her feet and running for the car park. Paul followed her and caught her up as she got to her car. 

"Wait, Maria, please don't go. We've got things to sort out; please stay." 

"I can't, I just can't please let me go." 

Paul stepped back and let her get in the car as she drove away he saw the tears running down her cheeks. He couldn't figure out what it was that he'd said that was so upsetting. She'd already heard most of the story, what he'd told her today wasn't that different. 

Paul went back to his room and stayed there. When he didn't come out for supper Geordie sought him out. 

"Didna go well I take it?" 

"It was a disaster. The odd thing is I still don't understand why. We didn't even get around to how to talk to the children." 

"She'll come round, man. She's in love with you, man." 

"That's as may be, Geordie, but the complications are getting in the way." 

"Mark my words, man, she'll be back." 

***** 

Maria stopped in the village to compose herself. She wanted to go back, but she didn't know where to start explaining to Paul. She calmed herself enough to drive and set off for home. Alan was the first person to notice. One look at her face told him something was seriously wrong. 

"What's up Mum? Has Gran been going on about Dad again?" 

"No, nothing like that." 

"Ah, then it must be the new man. He must need his head looking at if he's dumped you." 

"Nobody has dumped me, and how do you know about my private life." 

"Oh come on Mum. You go away every other weekend, you come back happier than you've been since Dad died. What are we supposed to think?" 

She smiled at him "You never did miss much." 

"So if he hasn't dumped you, what has happened. You're not still letting Dad get in the way are you?" 

"No, I'm not. It's just that sometimes when everything is starting to go right something jumps up and bites you." 

Alan put his arm around his mother's shoulder. 

"We've got to move on, Mum. I know you miss him, I do too, but we he was no angel." 

"That's enough; I will not have you disrespecting your father." 

"Come on Mum. Dad was a cheat and a bully. You want to know why I stopped playing Rugby? Because I didn't need to please Dad. Why did I drop IT and Business Studies in favour of Maths and Physics? Because they were Dad's choices, not mine." 

"He wanted what's best for you darling." 

"No Mum; he had to have his own way. What I wanted didn't matter. To be honest I'm surprised you still support him." 

"What do you mean? Of course, I support him. He was my husband." 

"Pity he didn't act like it." 

"What's that supposed to mean." 

"I found the phone, Mum. I watched the video." 

"But you can't have, the phone didn't work." 

"It did once I charged it." 

Maria sat with her head in her hands. How could she be so stupid, of course, it just needed charging, why hadn't she thought of that? Why did she keep the phone in the first place? 




Inside Eve's House



The sun shone into the building's courtyard, bringing the rose colored walls alive with warmth. Everything was beautiful. The courtyard had all manner of flowers and bushes, arranged to form a circular seating area where the tenants could sit on the benches or lie down on a patch of grass which was in the middle. The building itself was an old Spanish mansion that had once belong to a Don, back when Mexico owned this part of the U.S. The mansion survived many minor disasters managing to make it to this century, remaining abandoned for a time. 

My mother purchased the building back in the late sixties, before the community became a tourist destination. After the renovations to make the rooms into apartments, mom was able to recover her investment by renting. She put most of her profits back into maintaining her building. The tenants would also help out with the smaller things. The care and dedication that went into the building soon made it a privilege to live there. 

Mostly women live here and there is a good reason for this, mom is a feminist, combat boot wearing, short hair, man hating feminist. The women here are the independent "do-it-yourself" types, so they gladly get their hands dirty and take charge. The only men mom has ever associated with have been gay after my father left, leaving mom with a bun in the oven. This did nothing to improve her views on men, so when time came to rent out the apartments, mom favored strong single women or married couples where the woman clearly wears the pants. The tenants, meaning the women, love this about her, and have dubbed the building "Eve's House". 

There are three men, including myself living in the building. Brain is a city planner; he lives with his Hispanic wife Gloria in apartment 5C. I rarely see him because his work keeps him out of town quite a bit. Stuart, 2A, is staying with his friend indefinitely at this point. His wife, Michelle, caught Stuart on top of his secretary. Refusing to divorce him, she strings him along, letting him try to make it up to her and get back into her favor. Then there's Greg. Greg is dead, he lives in a little urn in the living room of 4C. You wouldn't know Greg is dead the way his wife, Jennifer, acts. It is really kind of creepy. 

That leaves me, Jude, and I am not a man, I am an eighteen year old boy. I am a boy thanks to my mom and her feminist rearing methods. This is her theory in a nut shell: men are evil, so boys, not yet men are not yet evil. Crazy isn't it? Believe me when I tell you there is a lot more of where that came from. That's the story of my life; mom wanted a girl and got a boy, so she worked hard to keep me innocent forever. Looking back she probably would have succeeded if not for the cable guy. Cable guy where ever you are thank you. 

It all started three months ago, during a particularly nasty thunder storm. It was raining and pouring and I was snoring, when lighting hit the buildings cable wires. The strike knocked service out for the entire town. In the morning, mom and I went outside to see the damage that had been done. The cables and the box were fried, the building would need a paint job to cover up the burn marks. 

Mom said she'd have to call on one of her "girls" which was code for one of her feminist connections she made at one of her meetings. Going back to our apartment, mom placed a call to her friend Laverne. Laverne worked as a cable technician for three years. Mom was certain that Laverne could get out here and fix it the box. Much to mom's surprise, Laverne told her she'd been let go, she didn't have access to the right equipment to fix the problem. Mom hung up the phone mildly pissed. Mom's feminist view quickly surmised that Laverne had been let go because she did not sleep with that pig of a boss she had. I had seen pictures of Laverne, she was very shapely African beauty, mom was probably right.

With no other choice mom phoned the cable company. I sat there and listen to mom grill the service rep on the other end. Mom wanted to know if they could send out a female technician, the person must have said no because mom started in with more questions. She asked how many female technicians worked there, why weren't there more women employed as technicians and what kind of company discriminates against women. Mom was in rare form as she proceeded to educate the service rep in the history of women and their role in the last couple of wars. She also said that if they can take a bullet for the country why the cable company believes that they can't install cable. Thirty minutes later mom hung up the phone satisfied that a female technician would be sent as soon as possible. 

Three days later the cable technician showed up. At first I thought I was seeing things as I headed toward the front door. The closer I got to the door the more I grew with terror. Mom was going to be pissed. He stood there outside the main door in all his black glory. He was built like an NFL linebacker, and as all men of such endowments, had an air of male superiority all about him. Bald as the day he was born, he waited for me to open the door; I didn't know what to do. Looking him over, I noticed a small oval patch on his shirt with his named embroidered on it. The big black man's name was Hakim. I opened the door. 

"You called for cable service?" Hakim asked in his throaty voice. I blocked his path the best I could. Looking up to meet his gaze I stared wide eyed, my mouth slightly opened.

I blurted out the obvious, "You're not a woman." The statement made Hakim pause. Before he could form a response I moved closer and closed the door behind me. 

"You don't understand, the cable company said they send a woman over, a woman." The look on his face told me he didn't see where I was going with this, yet to me it was the most understood thing in the world.

"Mom is a hardcore feminist, you don't understand, she hates men." Comprehension spread across his face. Hakim assured me he would be alright and that the work would probably not take so long. He also told me that there wasn't much of a choice, either he did it now or the work wouldn't get done for another two weeks, which was the earliest that another technician could get out here. I sighed with defeat and knew what lied ahead for the poor man. I warned him and invited him in Mom met us in the courtyard and as I predicted she flipped. 

"Who the hell are you?" she shouted. Hakim remained silent as if she could not possibly be taking to him. I don't know how he could have missed the question, I looked at him and noticed that he had a weird look in his eyes as her stared at her. Mom was wearing a tank top and shorts, and for some reason he found it appealing. Mom must have known the look in his eyes because she was getting angrier and was charging forward into his face. Trying to keep the situation from escalating further, I stepped between them and explained what he told me earlier. Hakim stood there smirking, watching me trying to calm her down. 

"Jude. Go sit on the bench until I call you, I'll deal with this... man" Mom snapped. She had put all the venom she could muster into her voice. She told Hakim to follow her, while I slinked off like a beaten dog to sit and wait. 

The elevator was situated at the far end of the courtyard, so the tenants could walk through the beautiful grounds if they didn't feel like going up the stairs. I watched mom and Hakim take the elevator to the top floor. Even from down here I could see that Hakim no longer smirking when he exited the elevator, which meant that mom was having her go at him. Hakim's head hung a little lower as he climbed the stairs leading to the roof, I allowed myself a quick smile, told him didn't I. 

The sun had begun to set, making the sky dim with pinks and purples. Without warning mom stormed pass me heading toward our apartment. She opened and then slammed the door closed.

"You're still sitting there?" the throaty voice asked from behind me. I watched Hakim move around to place his tools down and sit on the bench. He stared at me, trying to figure out why I was still sitting there. I could sense the pity in his eyes and hung my head lower. 

"Sorry" I said meekly. Knowing that mom probably never let up, during the entire time Hakim was working. I could imagine her standing over him regaling him with questions about his performance, questioning his ability to do the job. Probably telling him how to do it better, poor guy. 

"I know she your ma and I ain't trying to disrespect her, but she can be a real bitch." Hakim said as nicely as he knew how.

"How do you put up with her?" he asked. Hakim could see that I must have taken it all this time without complaint. 

"Does your dad put up with her shit?"

"They separated before I was born. I guess that's part of why she hates men." I met Hakim's gaze and smiled. I told him what life was like and he listen shaking his head at some parts and looking shocked at other parts. There was not really that much to tell since I live a sheltered life, but he listened, I guess comparing it against his own upbringing. 

"What about girls?" He asked. 

"What about them?" Hakim looked at me like I was from another world, for not understanding his question. 

"Are you gay?" Hakim asked, shifting ever so slightly away. 

"Gay?" I was wondering where the conversation was going. It was all I could do to keep me mind from racing, why was he asking me this? Did this big black man find something attractive about me? I've never been hit on by a guy before; well I've never been hit on period. 

"No... sorry." I said in the most convincing, manliest tone I could muster. I noticed Hakim looking at me with a puzzled look. I turned to see how the big guy would take it. 

"Wha? Oh hells no, don't even think that shit." Hakim nearly shouted when he understood what I thought he asked me. The two of us visibly relaxed back on benches. 

"What I wanted to know is if you been with any girls? You know fucked them?"

"No! Never!" My forceful answer is not something Hakim was expecting to hear. An adamant virgin at eighteen, who ever heard of such a thing. Hakim obviously needed further explanation because he never met someone that made sex sound like a disease. 

"Mom said that it should only be done when a woman is ready for a baby, and that I am not ready to take care of the child, while the woman is working." repeating the words as if I was being quizzed by mom.

"Mom also said that men done even get that right, so it is up to the woman to do it." Hakim sat there with his mouth opened, then started to laugh, a loud booming laugh. I didn't understand what he found so funny. The sound of his laughing brought mom out of the apartment, hair wet from the shower she took.

"What are you still doing here!?" she demanded 

"Jude stop taking this, man. Go inside and get to bed." 

I started to get up, when I heard Hakim say "You got it wrong." My mom waited for Hakim to gather his things with growing fury. As cool as ice Hakim took his time on purpose, after all what was my mom going to do? Hit him?

"You better make sure the cable boxes are here for my tenants by tomorrow." mom snapped. From inside I watched mom lead Hakim to the door, and was amazed by what happened next. As they got close to the door Hakim slapped my mom's ass. The look on her face screamed murder. I though her eye were going to pop out of her head, Hakim calmly let himself out as it was the most natural thing in the world. Mom stood there trembling with loathing for men, especially this one. To angry to shout she turned and marched back toward the apartment. 

I made a bee-line toward my room before mom came back in. In the quiet I heard the door slam shut and a short while later the shower come on. The next day found me with extra chores, which meant mom was still upset about me sitting with Hakim.

"The extra work will help you forget whatever that creature told you last night." I tried to raise my voice in protest, but remained silent and looked down at the floor and got to work. Mom was right, between the painting, sweeping, mopping and polishing I was ready to forget my own name. I dragged my way back into the apartment when I heard the door rang. I figured I would let mom answer, then it dawned on me that I saw her leave earlier. I picked myself up, strolled to the door annoyed and hoping whoever it was would go away. 

Reaching the door, I instantly recognized the figured outside the main door. Hakim was back. Part of me wanted to run and hide, in case mom was hiding and watching in the bushes. I opened the door and Hakim smiled at me. The first thing he wanted to know was if my mother was home. He must have something wrong with him, I thought, why would he want to see her and repeat yesterday. I told him that she had stepped out, and for a brief instant he look crestfallen, but he quickly recovered when he rolled in the cable boxes in on a dolly. Stopping at my door, he looked around like a giant kid about to reveal a grand secret. 

"This top box is for you." He said with a devilish glee. I looked at it curiously. Hakim then placed two controls in my hand. One was smaller than the other, the small one had the basics, an on/off button, channel, volume and mute. The larger one had all these buttons I had never see before, channel guide, information button, the works. 

"Keep the larger remote for yourself and don't let your mom find it." Hakim reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. 

"These are the code with the channels next to them." Hakim handed them to me as if passing on a family heirloom. 

"Watch them whenever you're home alone." With that Hakim clapped me on my shoulder and left. I felt as if I had been entrusted with a great secret. I took the dolly inside and quickly set about connecting my special box. I don't know why but I was scared. I checked the window to see if mom's pick-up was anywhere insight. Finally summoning up enough courage I sat down and turned the TV on. The channels changed before my eyes, until the numbers reached 97. The screen went blank, and then white words appeared on the black screen. Code? I looked at the control searching for the appropriate button, and then it hit me. I took out the paper and entered the four digits.

I watched and waited, a show was already in progress. The guys on screen drove a convertible with top down, they didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular. The guys continued on their way, until they spotted a young Asian girl. My eyes grew wide when I saw her. The Asian girl didn't look anything like the Asian girls at school. This Asian girl had short cropped hair brushed to one side, she couldn't be tall than five three, five four tops. Yet she had the biggest, juiciest tits that struggled to get out of her white top. As if that was not enough, her plaid skirt barely covered her ample ass. She completed her school uniform with knee high socks covering just enough of her gorgeous legs. 

The drivers pulled the convertible up and drove besides her trying to get her attention. I kept my eyes fixated on her body, never knowing that girl could look like that. I began feeling a strange sensation growing within. I shifted on the sofa, adjusting myself. The guys finally succeed in getting the Asian girls attention. She coyly walked over and smiled. I watch the guys flirt with her, and then she spoke. 

"You guys like what you see?" she asked, her Chinese accent subtly coming through. The feeling in my crotch grew stronger, I felt myself stiffen even more. The Asian girl leaned over give everyone a treat. Her tits pressed against the shirt, pulling the cloth apart, the buttons barely holding. The man talking to her, lick his lips as if he was about to be served a steak dinner. 

"I like what I see" the man said. "Why don't you let us give you a little ride?" 

The girl giggled "I do not want a little ride, I want a big hard ride" She licked her shinning red lips, and the sensation grew ten fold. It hurt to be seated, yet I couldn't stand. I undid my pants to see my pecker pushing its way out of my shorts, larger than I ever seen it. This girl had done nothing more than lick her lips and I grew to this size. I didn't know what to do; I put my finger tip in my mouth and bit hoping that the pain would help me forget the feeling in my crotch, but it didn't, I watched on. 

The men where driving along with the hottest Asian girl in the world. The girl and a guy sat in the back now. The Asian girl sat with her legs slightly parted. The man needed no further invitation. He placed his hand on her knee and ran it up her leg.

"Ummm...that's nice, play with my pussy mister." The man rubbed her pussy through her panties. The girl placed her hand on his crotch. The swell of my cock continued. I sat there watching and biting my finger tip. 

"Let me see that cock of yours." the girl pulled the guys cock right out of his shorts. "I like your cock. You like if I suck it?"

My word! Women talk like this? I thought. She placed his head to her shinny lips and kissed it. The man put his hand on the back of her head and nudged it down, his head pasted her lips and she gasped opening her mouth wider. He still pushed, his shaft was now half way in her mouth and going deeper. He pushed again until her lips touched the base. She squeezed her mouth closed sucking hard, leaving her lipstick mark. She pulled off leaving his cock slick with spit. 

"I can tell you want to fuck my mouth." The guy nodded in agreement. She apparently needed to get comfortable, because she began to open her blouse. Her tits were creamy white with perfect brown nipples that peeked over her bra. She pulled the out further, the guy was barely able to hold them with is hands. He bent over and ran his tongue over her nipples. She moaned softly. The luck bastard flicked his tongue over them and she loved it. I was turning blue but I didn't dare blink. 

"Gimme that cock, I wanna suck more" she said as she pushed him away. He leaned back and let her have a go. 

"You hold my head, and fuck my mouth" she smiled and with pure lust added "you cum I swallow."

I was huge and in pain, I didn't know what she meant by swallowing, but the way she said it was making my blood boil. I forgot the pain again and watched. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and began moving her up and down. Slowly at first then faster, and she took it all. His cock was deep, real deep when she first gagged, but that didn't stop either of them. His moans grew in intensity, her head moving up and down. You could see her saliva running down his shaft, becoming frothy with the friction. 

"AHHH...FUCK HERE IT COMES..." He pulled back far enough to be out of her throat, and came in her mouth. Her cheeks swelled, beads of cum started seeping out the corner of her lips, turning in streams as the guy continued to shoot into her mouth. My eyes drank every detail as I watched the Asian girl relieve this stranger of all his worries. My cock throbbed hard, pre-cum running down my head. The Asian girl sat up, tight lipped and mouth full of cum. What I watched her do next will forever be burned in my memory. The guy driving stopped at a red light and turned around, that must have been her cue, the girl grab her big beautiful tits, squeezed them together and let the cum drip all over them. The amount of cum the girl kept in her mouth was amazing. Soon her massive juggs where covered in milk strings. The Asian girl rubbed the cum deep into her tits, and up between them, over her nipples till her chest became glossy. 

The car stood there, the men watching the girl play with cum glazed chest. The light changed to green and the other cars began to honk their horns and buzzers. The Asian girl continued playing with her tits, the men watched on, and the buzzer kept ringing. That buzzer sound was really annoying me and running the erotic mood, then it hit me. That buzzer was not in the movie, it was the front door! Shit mom was home. I got up in a flash and pulled up my pants, pain shot through me as my rock hard cock was force into my briefs. I panicked pushing the button to open the door before I was straightened out. Mom was coming. I did the best I could to tame my monster and hid the remote in my back pocket.




Inside Eve's House



Mom opened the door, and found me watching cartoons just like she said I could. Mom didn't want me learning inappropriate things, so I was to only watch cartoons when she was away. If I wanted to watch something else I would have to wait till she approved it or she could see it with me. It was her way of keeping me innocent.

"What took you so long to answer the door?"

"I, uh... was in the bathroom" I answered, trying to remain as relaxed as possible. I felt my cock shrink a bit but it was still pretty big and very uncomfortable.

"I see that man dropped off the cable boxes finally. Took him long enough probably had to knock up some crack whore." mom said nastily. See came over and kissed me on the forehead, I winced trying to cover up my hard cock. 

Mom walked into the kitchen and I though I had a chance to get into my room, I stood up and took a step, when mom re-entered the living room. 

"Why didn't you deliver the boxes, hon?" I froze, I never felt so exposed than I did in that second. 

"I wanted to make sure you checked them out?" Mom smiled.

"That's my boy. Got to make sure that man didn't pass off some crap on us." She looked me over, I might have missed her eyebrow raise slightly if I hadn't been focusing on her ever word. I went into my room and closed the door. I heard mom take another shower.

I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with the Asian girl's voice. "I like your cock. You like if I suck it?" It echoed as she squeezed her tits, it echoed as that man's cum spilled onto them. The image of the man's tongue flicking at her tits came next, then her red lips. The more it replayed the harder my cock grew. It hurt and I didn't know what to do other than to let my cock grow harder. I closed my eyes watching the movie behind my lids and eventually fell asleep. 

Summer was in full swing and the days grew hotter. Two months of watching the various adult channels that Hakim gave me access to have passed and I had learned new things to do women and have them do to me, in dreams at least. Over that time mom seemed to spend more time out of the building as well. The more I watched the more I wanted to do those things on TV. I knew this wasn't going to happen because I was not allowed to bring any friends over and I really didn't have any friends. I spent most of my time at home or at school. I occasionally venture out but only for a short period, to go to a movie mom approved of or to the park. 

I turned to my hobby to help me relieve tension. I would draw and draw and draw, cartoons mostly, but then I started to venture into figure drawings. I became very good, I had a lot of tension to work away. Mom also took to doubling her efforts with the building, it was cleaner and better that ever, yet she seemed some what guilty. 

It was a Monday evening; I was sitting in the courtyard, pad in hand drawing a couple of my action figures in the various poses I had arranged. Mom loved to buy me these because it made her see me as a little boy. There I was drawing away when I heard the main door open and close. A few seconds later Lyuda walked into the courtyard. I looked up and froze. Lyuda lives in apartment 4E and she was every man's Russian dream. Lyuda was in her mid thirties and looked incredible. She wore a short black business suit. The skirt accentuating her long shapely legs, and her jacket buttoned just beneath her tits, displaying them to the world. Her short slicked back blond hair, clean white skin, piercing blue eyes framed in thin silver frames glasses. 

I stood transfixed, watching every move she made with supernatural precision. She turned her head to look at me. Her wicked smile and shy wave hello, caused me to get that all too familiar chubby feeling. This woman knew that she would be my wet dream for sometime. Lyuda pressed the elevator button and got in. I stared at those doors hoping that they would open again, and the Lyuda would be standing there semi naked fingering herself, sliding them between her folds, through her blond hair, laughing, begging me to join her. 

Laughing? I snapped back into reality, I looked around and the laughing continued; only now it was more of a muffled laugh. I looked up and found where it was coming from. On the third floor was Gloria from 5C and her neighbor Samantha 5B. The both of them were leaning on the railings looking into the courtyard watching my entire show. Noticing that I saw them they waved and I went back to drawing, hoping they couldn't see the shade of red that I was turning. 

"Did you see that?" Gloria giggled. Samantha tried to regain her composure. 

"What the way Jude's poor eyes almost fell out of his head?" The two women started to giggle again.

Gloria wiping the tears from her eyes stood up and fixed herself. "No, every time Lyuda walks by, he puts his finger in his mouth." she said. Samantha simply smiled. Gloria smiled as a wicked thought crept into her mind.

"Maybe he is imagining sucking on her nipples?" Samantha laughed "or maybe her clit. Ohhh, I could go for some of that."

Gloria slapped Samantha on the shoulder, "Samantha! Really. Beside I've only seen Jude do that whenever Lyuda is around. And he is only eighteen, young enough to be our son"

Samantha stood up, and straightened her dress out. "You're wrong." Gloria looked back at me drawing in the courtyard below. "He's not eighteen? How old then?" 

"He doesn't do it only for Lyuda." Samantha turned fully towards Gloria watching Gloria's head almost snap around. 

"You haven't been paying attention Gloria; he does it for all of us." Samantha's smile backed up her wicked truth. 

"He does that when he sees me?" Gloria looked shocked, some how she couldn't believe it. She never knew any other men to be interested in her. Gloria thought she was being played with. "Stop kidding around nena." 

Samantha shook her head. "It's true, he doesn't know he is doing it though." she looked back down. "Something changed in him. I don't know what though." 

Gloria stood there not knowing what to make of this information, she also wasn't entirely sure if she believed Samantha. 

"We'll see... I'll prove you wrong Sam." Gloria looked determined to set the record straight. 

"I've spoken with his mom, and the way that boy is, I guaranty he is still a virgin and doesn't know the first thing about sex." Samantha looked surprised. While she only recently moved in, she never really talked to the owner, and didn't know anything about her and her son. 

"Gloria, what are you planning to do?"

Gloria, straightened herself up, she stood at about five feet five inches. Gloria had listened to her husband, Brian, speaking about her on the phone to some of his friends. She found it flattering, when he bragged about being able to lose his cock between her forty double D's which were more round than firm. The way he described her ass round and large made her panties all wet. She couldn't listen anymore when he went into details about cumming all over her. That day she gave him the ride of his life. The only problem was that Brain was working on a project in Korea, and wasn't going to be back anytime soon. She was getting no attention and working as a nurse for the institute for the blind and deaf didn't help. With nobody really paying her much attention she started to believe she wasn't really worth it. 

Now Samantha was being cruel by saying that, that young man, or rather young boy as his mom described him, was interested in her body. Samantha needed to be proven wrong. Gloria looked incredible in her sun dress; it was her favorite and she would wear it often. Gloria reached up and started to un-button her top button, then the next and the next, eventually coming half way down her chest. Her tits heaved up finding more space to grow; her small cross on her necklace was swallowed into her cleavage. Gloria folded back the sides of her dress and pressed them down making sure that her tits would be fully visible. 

Samantha looked on amazed by what her Hispanic friend was doing. She would have never expected this, always thinking her to be very religious for some reason. Samantha's eyes ran up and down over Gloria's body, not understanding how she didn't see it sooner, she had the body of a porn star. Samantha blushed as she felt her pussy grow moist, and as Gloria checked to make sure her gigantic tits were visible, Samantha's pussy grew wetter. Samantha pressed her thighs tighter together. Some where in the back of her mind she felt sorry for the boy in the courtyard, yet she would have given anything to trade places with him, especially with what Gloria did next.

Gloria wanted to risk it all; in her mind this would be the final test in her book. This would tell her once and for all if she was still attractive to men. Gloria lifted her dress and forced her fingers under the elastic band of her cotton panties. Gloria noticed Samantha watching her; she didn't mind she after all had seen much more of Samantha. Samantha is probably surprised by my grandma panties, Gloria thought. Gloria slid them down, and giggled as they fell the rest of the way. She had a nice thick bush of dark hair that covered her mound. Gloria spent hours shaping and trimming it and the work paid off the first time her husband saw it. Gloria loved him for it, especially when he made it a point to cum on her hairy mound. She got so turned on as he rubbed it in deep, working it like gel. Gloria's memories combined with the warm breeze made her pussy quiver. 

Samantha, leaned over the rail and waited for Gloria to go, she couldn't bring herself to look at her anymore, she was to busy trying to keep her own cum inside of her. She was failing as she felt it trickle down her legs. "Here goes." Gloria said as she made her way to the elevator. Samantha moaned softly in acknowledgement squeezing her pussy lips as tight as possible. The moment the elevator doors closed, Samantha removed her own soaking panties bundled them up and put them in her pocket. 

Even in the dimming light of sunset, I continued to draw knowing that the courtyard lights would soon come on. I was please at how far I have come with my drawing skills. The elevator bell dinged and I continued drawing. It was the sound of flip flops against the courtyard stones that attracted my attention. Looking up, I saw Gloria walking towards me. Her smile was radiant, but it was nothing compared with her massive tits shaking with each step. Her tits begged to be released, but her sun dress and bra wouldn't allow it and fought back, making her tits round up. Gloria's huge tits stood out from her body, making a perfect platform. In my mind I instantly saw her on her knees, squeezing her huge tits together, begging me to cum on her. I placed my cock's head into her cleavage, pushing down and my head exploding and oozing cum between her tits. Hearing her squeal in delight as my cum creeps down her stomach, and watching as she scoops some of my hot cum from between her juggs and tastes it. I blinked, and was back in reality. She stood in front of me, looking at me. 

"Jude are you alright?" she asked. Gloria looked at me weird; I realized my answer must have come out muffled. I didn't realize my finger was in my mouth. I finally responded that I was ok. She stood there watching me and I became intensely aware of my growing hard-on. I did my best to hide myself underneath my pad. 

"Drawing your toys again?" Gloria mockingly asked. I hate when the women of the building say that. Yet I could only stare at Gloria, standing there with her hands on her shapely waist watching me trying to continue. 

"It was so hot upstairs, I thought I'd come down here and relax a little." She said walking over to one of the reclining oak chairs. Her hips swayed with each step, her luscious ass pulled her skirt to one side then to the other. I watched her movements intensely, feeling that at any moment my growing cock would burst through my shorts and attack her. She must have known the fervor with which I had been watching her, because she paused in front of the chair her legs slightly parted. She seemed to stand there waiting for me to take in every facet of her body. 

Gloria smiled to herself and whispered "get ready." With the timing of a true showman she shook out a small handkerchief and proceeded to bend over slowly. Everything else in the world was lost, there was nothing besides Gloria. The pounding of my heartbeats faded away, I became keenly aware of something else, almost like the presence of another person, no not a person it was something else that seemed to throb with Gloria's every move radiating a lot of heat. The more Gloria bent over the higher her dress rose, her skin a perfect caramel color teased me. Higher still her ass began to push out from under the cloth of the dress. The throbbing became painful and the heat I felt, stronger. My god her round ass was perfect, smooth, yet there was something else pushing between her cheeks.

Gloria's slit glisten with her wetness, her folds shinny like silk, and her lips puffy and full with excitement. A mass of black hair covered her mound, flawlessly trimmed to fully expose her waiting pussy. Every fiber of my being screamed to take her here and now. The throbbing presence urged me on as well, singing of joy and sweetness that waited between her legs. I was mesmerized, I noticed every hair with uncanny detail, beckoning to me. Her darkness engulfed me until only darkness and the ache remained. 

Gloria imaged the countless times her husband took her in this position when they where first dating. She wished she had taped it at least once back then so she could see what it was that drove him wild. Jude must be having some show, she thought. Gloria moved around slightly to look at Jude in the eyes. She had her answer at last. Jude was wide eyed with his mouth partly open. Gloria started move up slowly to complete her show. Jude's eyes pierced into her soul, she felt him stare into her lust and bring it out into the light for everyone to see. She straightened up quickly, she didn't like where this was going. 

Gloria turned toward Jude, before she had a chance to say goodnight and bolt upstairs, Jude's eyes roll back into his head. He collapsed with a resounding thud onto courtyard stones. His pad flew from his hand. Gloria stood frozen, did she kill him, is he dead, what happened? A million thoughts raced through her mind before she moved to help him. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw he was breathing. The boy had passed out.

Not quite sleeping, yet not quite unconscious, Jude laid there smiling. Gloria giggled.

"You liked the show huh?" she said more to herself than to Jude. Kneeling beside him she lifted his head to her lap. If he would have opened his eyes he would have seen caramel heaven, Gloria's forty double D's heaving in relief. Gloria smiled brushing hair from his face, Jude would never truly now what he did for her, how in two minutes he told her that she was a goddess. 

Gloria absent mindedly placed her hand on his chest. Jude's chest rising, gave her mild surprise. Looking down she couldn't believe what she saw. Gloria put Jude's head down, stood up and walked briskly to the elevator. Getting off on her floor, she walked past Samantha and into her apartment locking the door. Samantha had seen the whole show, enjoy every minute of it. Soon after taking off her panties, Samantha watched Gloria begin her game, while above she begun hers. 

Samantha had worked her arm under her shirt and down her dress. In the dying light it would be hard for anyone glancing by to figure out what she was doing. Samantha began rubbing her clit as Gloria had approached Jude. The look in his face made her pussy cream even more, a gasp escaped her lips, a little louder than she wanted. Silencing herself she continued looking down at Gloria's huge tits, the view from up here was perfect. Jude mumbled something; Samantha rubbed harder, her clit swelled with blood becoming more sensitive. Samantha's first orgasm came as Gloria bent over the chair to expose her ass. From her vantage Samantha could not see Gloria's beautiful pussy, but from the far away look on Jude's face it must have been exquisite. Samantha's imagination went into high gear. In her mind's eye Samantha placed her hands on Gloria's hip and guided that wet wanting cunt towards her tongue. Another orgasm hit her and her legs felt weak, yet that did not stop Samantha's fingers from rubbing her aching clit. Samantha continued imagining her tongue running in and out of Gloria's hole, the cum filling her mouth, running down her neck, waves of Gloria's pussy juice soaking her top, making her own nipples visible. 

Samantha felt the swelling in her own pussy. She knew what was coming. Samantha had always been a squirter. It had scared her and her first few lovers at first, yet she grew to love it. It was the power of it that she loves, cumming like guys do, shooting hot sticky love juice out of her body. The though of it, itself was orgasmic to her. The men that sleep with her got to feel what it was like to get cummed on, men often found themselves opening up their mouths like a corner hooker and receiving buckets of her liquids down their throats. Some of them liked it others did not, all the same she didn't care, to her it was great. The ones who stayed would be bathed in her juice and well fucked. She would send them out into the world smelling like pussy with a smile. Samantha loved the power it gave her and would always invent new ways to use her juices on guys and on women too. 

The elevator dinged and opened, Samantha felt herself about to get caught, yet this only succeeded in making her more excited. She slipped her middle finger into her waiting hole and began fucking herself silly. Anyone who saw her would now clearly what see was doing but she didn't care, she was past the point of no return. Slightly bent over and legs further apart than usual, Samantha felt the first of her fluid escaping down her legs. This was going to be exceptionally messy she thought. Samantha managed to turn her head to see who the lucky one was who would catch her in her moment of ecstasy. It was Gloria. 

Samantha watched Gloria's bouncing tits feeling her pussy tightening and her fingers working her hole. Gloria was moving quickly, her tits were breaking free. Samantha saw her wonderfully round areolas peeking out, seeming to want to watch her cum. Gloria entered her apartment and closed the door, it was the cue Samantha's body had been waiting for. Samantha's pussy gave her fingers one final squeeze. Samantha pulled it out and felt her walls contract, her pussy hole opening wide, and the flood of her cum shoot out of her. Each orgasmic contraction of her body squirted out another cupful of fluid. Soaking her and splattering to the floor. Samantha finally began to come down, gasping for air. Regaining her senses; she felt the soothing warmth on her legs, the night air and heard insect chirping. Samantha looked down at herself; her dress clung to her thighs like a very noticeable wet streak. The puddle on the floor reflected little bits of light. She could not remember the last time she came so hard.

"Oh, wait... I do" Samantha coyly smiled. It was one of her most sexually depraved moments. She gathered herself as best she could and headed toward her own apartment, one last glance back, she saw her cum puddle and smiled. 

"Maybe Jude will have to clean it up tomorrow" She closed her door satisfied and with a new plan.

The pounding in my head sounded like my brain had been replaced with my heart. I was lying on the ground wondering why I was looking up at the sky. I turned my head to the left and saw a little ant pass by; to my right was the bench I had been sitting on. Raising myself to my elbows I looked around. Picking myself up the rest of the way, I saw my action figures posed and remembered drawing them. Where was my pad? Looking around, I found it a couple of feet away. My mind did the rest; I must have fallen asleep and fell off the bench. The lump on the back of my head agreed with me. I gathered my figures and reached down for the pad, picking it up by the rings. A flick of the wrist closed it, never bothering to see how or what I did. Still a bit shaky and seeing how it was still pretty early, I thought there was a chance to catch a few more Z's in my soft bed. 




Inside Eve's House



Gloria awoke in her own bed, the wet feeling on her sheets made her want to move. Getting up she looked at herself in the mirror and noticed she went to sleep in her dress, a questioning glance at herself, brought it all back. Yesterday, she teased Jude horribly till he fainted. Gloria remembered how good she felt, then how scared and excited. She would have never believed what she saw, yet there it was. Was he still lying down there, did he remember? She became increasingly worried. Should she leave for awhile to let things blow over? The sudden three knocks at the door made her jump. Was it Jude? Maybe his mom? Gloria looked around, tossed off her dress and reached for her robe. The knocks came again. Gloria thought about not answering. Whoever was out there would probably assume she wasn't home. This was highly unlikely after the show she put on, some else must have seen, she was sure of it. Steeling herself against the inevitable, she walked through her apartment and answered. 

"HIYA!" Samantha energetically smiled. Gloria's heart skipped a beat, startled by her perkiness. Not waiting to be invited in, Samantha pressed pass Gloria holding a sponge cake. Each apartment had roughly the same layout, so Samantha found the kitchen with little effort. Setting down the sponge cake, she sat herself down and waited with a big smile. Gloria closed the door with some relief, at lest it was not Jude, yet her relief was short lived as she remembered that Samantha was there last night watching. What would she say to her, how much would she, should she know? Gloria walked toward the kitchen knowing it wasn't going to be easy. 

Samantha was sitting facing the entrance, like a happy vulture waiting for its victim. Gloria hadn't known her neighbor long, yet they quickly became thick as thieves. They would often shop together, cook together, laundry together, all the things a good friends do. Samantha was currently living off her grandmother's trust, so she had no shortage of money, yet she grabbed the chance to work at the institute for the blind and deaf with Gloria. Samantha was also the reason for Gloria becoming more risky or naughty as Samantha would say, in her daily life. Samantha always pushed her to show more and take pride in her body. In Gloria's mind Samantha was the entertaining wicked sort, the kind of person to live vicariously through. She learned this after a little show Samantha put on for her at work. 

Gloria looked at Samantha sitting there at her table, waiting for all the details from last night little show. Her wickedness filled Gloria with a strange sense of pride at what had happened. Gloria pulled two plates gently set them down, went over to the drawer pulled a knife and two forks, setting them down as well. Gloria smiled at herself, she was going to make Samantha wait, even beg for it. 

Continuing her methodical torture she poured two mugs of coffee, and set them. "Sugar?" Samantha looked at Gloria with a cocked eyebrow. 

"Yes, please." Gloria pulled the sugar from the cupboard, placing it on the table. Samantha took a deep breath and waited, this bitch is trying to make me beg for it, I'll wait. Samantha thought. Gloria had a feeling she was close to winning this game she played with Samantha. Gloria sat herself down and cut a slice out of the sponge cake for Samantha and a piece for herself. 

Gloria put the moist sponge cake to her lips, looking Samantha over. Gloria thought back to that special day at work. Gloria had been scheduled to work a late-night shift, with one other nurse. Two hours into their shift the nurse suddenly came down with a terrible cough and fever. Luckily Samantha had not yet left. Gloria appreciated Samantha staying with her to help out when the other nurse went home. The shift was nearing its end and all the two women had to do was guide the remaining dozen patients back to their rooms. In the viewing / listening room, the last dozen or so visually impaired people remained, listening to the commercials. 

Gloria was about to make her announcement, when she was startled by Samantha's hand on her shoulder. Before Gloria could say anything, Samantha pressed a finger to her lips. Gloria was still trying to figure her out back then, but she knew enough to know when Samantha's eyes twinkled it meant something naughty was about to happen. As quiet as a shadow Samantha walked up to the TV set and changed the channel. Some of the blind folk stirred, but most listened on as if it was a commercial change. Gloria smiled wondering what her friend would do. The screen was black until white words faded in and music started in. A music video? Gloria thought. 

The music grew louder, the beats going on steadily. The blind found this more interesting than what had been on previously, the music a welcome change. As the music continued, Gloria watched her friend begin to sway in front of the crowd. Gloria moved closer to get a better look. Since the facility held mostly blind people, the nurses conserved energy by dimming the lights at night. This made the viewing room more into a lounge. Gloria moved to an empty seat just off to the side. Samantha held center stage, two, maybe three feet from the first row. The video was mostly lights and color, but it had the right rhythm. 

Gloria watched Samantha in her nurses' uniform and noted that she wore the blue scrubs well. Samantha moved her hips gently side to side running her hand up her sides, smiling. Gloria found Samantha had a white trash beauty to her. Samantha, stood a little taller than Gloria, in the vicinity of five six, five seven. Samantha's long hair was pulled into a pony tail, the blond hair giving way to darker roots, moved gently in time with music. Gloria smiled, the girl was bold dancing in front of everybody like that, yet she giggled remembering that everyone else was blind. 

Samantha saw Gloria smile, she's liking it, huh? She thought "time to take things up a notch of two." she whispered.

Samantha liked her body, she like how it moved, like what she could do with it. Samantha's body was neither skinny, nor was she fat. She never understood the obsession to look like those fashion models. Samantha loved her naked ivory flesh, her thirty eight D's attracted more than her fair share of men. She had a nice ass too, maybe not as round as she would have like but it had been good to her. Samantha looked around, Gloria smile back at her, some of the blind men and women smiled at the music. Samantha thought about that extra heighten sense that the blind were said to poses. She wondered if some of them knew what was going on. 

Samantha moved closer to one of the men sitting contently in the first row, never removing here eyes from Gloria. The music grew as did Samantha's audacity. Gloria watched as Samantha ran her hands down her stomach, then up her side. Her hips swaying, she ran her hands back down her stomach again, coming back up exposing her stomach yet keeping her large tits covered. Gloria eyes grew, how far was Samantha going? The music continued, Samantha turned her back on Gloria and pulled her shirt off slowly. With Samantha's hands above her head Gloria could see her sheer black bra, her round tits peeking out of her sides. Gloria waited for Samantha to face her again. It was beautiful, her tits in that bra which barely covered her areolas. Gloria felt excited, her pussy beginning to awaken, she had never seen a girl strip before. 

Samantha looked around at all the blind men and women, still wondering if they could smell her, wondering if the could somehow sense what she was doing. It was far too late to stop now; her pussy began aching the moment her shirt came off. All Samantha wanted to do was to touch herself, yet did she dare? Gloria was watching her move, captivated she noticed out of the corner of her eyes. Samantha turned back around, her large tits bouncing gently in her bra just a foot away from some blind man. Samantha turned toward Gloria, still dancing. Gloria looked at those beautiful tits, and reflexively licked her lips. Samantha continued to turn and sway, untying her draw strings. Gloria leaned forward; she did not want to miss anything. Samantha moved her fingers under her waist band and slowly pulled them down. Her matching thong forming a V that started on her hips and disappeared between her cheeks. Samantha flicked the pants off her feet, landing on another man who was surprised by the cloth. He lifted to his nose and inhaled the womanly fragrance that permeated the scrubs

Gloria was more excited than ever, she watched Samantha dancing around in nothing but her underwear. Gloria loved it, sitting it the viewing room, blind men and women oblivious to the show before them, oblivious to the hot woman stripping everything off. Gloria surprised herself; the excitement in her own cunt became a growing ache. Gloria shifted in her chair; this was the first time she ever got aroused by a woman. Gloria thought herself pretty open minded, finding beautiful women attractive and all that, but never really in a sexual way.

Gloria shifted again, this time for the worst; her panty elastic around her leg was pulled into her cunt. There in-between her pussy lips the elastic seemed to find her clit on purpose. Gloria froze, her clit shooting pleasure through her body. Samantha ran her hands over her tits, mocking the poor blind man. Gloria's body betrayed her, shifting again, the elastic rubbing her clit again, making her pussy hotter and very moist. Samantha was quickly losing all pretenses; she was now groping her tits, like a horny teenage boy. Gloria couldn't help move from side to side in her own seat, the rubbing was making her lose control, and Samantha was making her lose control. Gloria watched Samantha pull her bra down releasing her tits and rock hard nipples. 

Samantha was lost to the music, the rhythms and beats. She pinched her nipples till they became large and sensitive. Samantha's quiet ecstasy flowed through the room. Gloria was possessed by it, rubbing her crotch against the chair and fabrics, licking her lips breathing hard. Samantha stepped back removing her panties, reaching for a chair she sat down spreading her legs for the world to see, if only the patients could. The energy was incredible, it flowed into her telling her about the growing hard-ons and wet pussies filling the room. The blind people felt the energy as well; men shifted making room for their growing cocks while some of the women ran their hands up their thighs. Gloria watched as Samantha started to finger herself, legs spread wide, pussy lips soaking wet. It was so hot, so nasty that it gave her a wave of small orgasms. Gloria kept control and kept watching. Samantha fucked herself on the chair in front of the room, fingers disappearing, reappearing, rubbing her clit, slipping towards her asshole. Samantha wished someone, anyone would just get up and fuck her brainless, cum in her, on her, she wanted to bathe in sex. 

Samantha wanted to cum, she plunged her fingers in and out. Her juices filling her pussy, swelling within her. Gloria forgot herself as well, her hand on her crotch, "cum for them Samantha. Cum baby cum." she whispered directly towards her. Samantha's eyes meet hers, they locked she had gotten the message.

Samantha came, her cunt unleashing her pussy juice all over herself and the floor. Gloria was amazed, she never seen such juice come from a girl before. The music died down. Gloria steadied herself and made her announcement, and helped everyone to their rooms. Gloria smiled noticing the blushed expressions on the women, and some chubbies on the men. Samantha sat in the chair recuperating, wet and tired. Gloria loved the smuttiness of it all. 

Now Samantha sat in Gloria's kitchen trying to hold out for the information she wanted so badly. Gloria loved that memory, wondering if she would be brave enough to try anything. The thought stunned her, what was she thinking? Gloria became keenly aware of the tingling sensation running up her spine. Trying to recall ever feeling like this before, she remember the way Jude looked at her last night. Gloria sipped her coffee and blushed.

"Alright. You win Gloria!" Samantha couldn't bear it anymore "I cant take it!" Gloria looked up from her cup smiling and feigning surprise. 

"Can't take what, querida?" Gloria asked. Samantha pouted and looked away. Gloria was enjoying this too much and started to giggle. 

Samantha crossed her arms. "Why don't you just tell me about what happened with Jude." Gloria sighed, she knew there was no avoiding it. Samantha had baited her, and Gloria took it. Planning on proving Samantha, Gloria pulled out all the stops, short of throwing herself on Jude. Things, however, did not go as planned. Samantha was right, the boy was different. 

"Okay, okay..." 

"First off, what happened? One minute you're holding him like a baby, the next you drop him like a sack of bricks and run home." Samantha said stifling a laugh. Gloria found the analogy amusing as well. "Did the little itty bitty boy scare you?" Samantha smiled. Gloria picked up her cup of coffee; she liked it black, but not this time. She looked deep into her cup, and saw Jude lying there, smiling. His shorts pulled tight. Gloria couldn't believe she was about to say this. It was wrong she knew, but it made her feel something powerful, lustful. Gloria looked up at Samantha. 

"The little itty bitty boy did not scare me... the big boy scared me." Gloria said trying to hide the smirk forming on her lips. Samantha looked at her quizzically, not understanding what she meant. Samantha rolled it around in her mind, big boy? Big boy. The wide eye expression on Samantha face told Gloria that she had put it all together. 

"I couldn't believe it, I...I never saw one...." Gloria trailed off. 

Samantha continued "Is he really?" Gloria nodded "how big?" Samantha asked. Gloria blushed. Samantha looked around the kitchen, looking for something. Samantha grabbed a bunch of bananas from the fruit basket on the counter. She pulled off the smallest banana; it was about five inches but thick, held it up in front of Gloria. 

"This big?" Gloria shook her head. Samantha pulled a larger banana; it was longer but not as thick. Gloria shook her head again. Samantha's eye twinkled as she grabbed the largest banana. It nine inches long and thick, Samantha was sure that she got it this time. She held it in her hand imaging Jude's cock instead of the fruit, not noticing Gloria getting up and going over to the fridge. 

Samantha had so many wicked thoughts running through her mind. She couldn't believe it was so big, and if what Gloria said about him being a virgin was true. Samantha held the banana in both hands, gripping it like a sword, suddenly she was snapped out of her trance when Gloria snatched the banana out of her hands. 

"Huh? Hey! Give it back." Samantha snapped. Gloria moved back to her seat. 

"You're wrong." Gloria stated as she put the banana between them on the table. 

"Wrong?" Samantha asked "wrong about what?" Gloria pulled out a cucumber, that easily measured eleven inches long two and a half maybe three inches thick, and placed it in front Samantha. Samantha's hands slid off the table into her lap. She could only stare at the display before her eyes. The two sat there taking in the size of the cucumber on the table, Samantha broke the silence. 

"You're lying." Gloria looked at her. "You're lying, you have to be. Jude is only eighteen. He can't possibly have something that size." Samantha grabbed the cucumber and held it, convinced that Gloria was exaggerating. 

"No mami, it is at least that big." Gloria said. 

She sat back, "When he fainted, I thought I killed him. So I went over, kneeled beside him and was so relieved that he was okay I didn't notice him... it." Gloria continued "I looked down and there it was pushing against his shorts, I'm telling you it almost reaches his knees." Samantha listened intently never taking her hands off the cucumber.

"Could you imaging what a fucker that size could do?" Samantha whispered. She ran her hand up the cucumbers length and then back down, imagining that she was jerking Jude off. 

"No! I am not even going to try. I am a married woman, I'm not going to think it and neither are you. He is still a child." Gloria said. 

"Child? He's eighteen" Samantha replied. 

"NO. This is going to far, what if his mom finds out? Huh? What then? We could get kicked out of here." Gloria drank the cold coffee down. 

"You don't think we could control an eighteen year old boy?" Samantha asked. As far as Samantha was concerned it was only a matter of time before getting to Jude. 

Gloria could see it in her eyes as well. "Samantha, I am a married woman." Samantha looked Gloria in the eyes. 

"Am I asking you to leave Brian? No...How long since he was last home a month? Two? Come on, we both know you like cock as much as I do. Can you tell me honestly that you wouldn't love to spend your days with this cock in your pussy?" Samantha waved the cucumber around to emphasize her point. 

"I have seen how you watch him. The thought has entered your mind hasn't it? You went down there yesterday because you wanted him to see you. You wanted him to want you. Didn't you?" Samantha paused, waiting for Gloria's answer. 

"Didn't you? Admit it you want him to want you, want your body." Gloria nodded slowly; she was scared to admit it, fearing that doing so would make all the other steps easier. Gloria feared that she couldn't stop. 

"Say it, Gloria" Samantha demanded. She wanted to hear it, hear her friend give in. The thought of the two of them owning a young stud turned her on immensely. 

"Yes" Gloria said weakly.

This little power trip was fun for Samantha "yes, what?" Gloria wanted to stop, she didn't want to say it. Samantha reached over and placed the cucumber, warm from all the petting, into Gloria's hand. Gloria looked at it, felt it. It wasn't the cucumber she held; it was Jude's stiff cock. 

The words escaped her lips "Yes, I want Jude to want me. To want my body." 

Like a master hypnotist Samantha goaded her on "you would like Jude to fuck you. You want to feel his hard cock in your mouth, in you pussy." 

Gloria gripped the cucumber and brought it up in front of her face. "Yes" 

Samantha took the cucumber from her and placed the tip against Gloria's mouth. Gloria opened her mouth as wide as it would go, Samantha pushed slowly, and Gloria felt the cucumber going deep into her throat. 

The clock radio beside my bed read ten A.M. I rolled around the bed gathering the energy to get up. Did I hear mom leave already? I wasn't sure. Tossing the blanket off onto the floor, I lied there waiting for the chill in the room to bring me around. I had time to think, mom has been going out a lot more than usual, wonder why? If she wasn't home I might have time to watch some TV before I tackle the chore list she probably left behind. Flipping over onto my front, I reached behind the mattress, between the head board and the mattress to fish out the remote. 

I was still dressed from having fallen asleep outside the last night, so I plodded into the living room and threw myself in front of the TV. A sharp pain in my side caused me to roll off the couch and onto the floor with a thump. "Damn it!" getting to my knees and rubbing my sides I found the culprit. An anime figure of mine. I looked at it for a moment wondering why it was out here, and then I remembered that I was looking for it yesterday before going outside. Taking the figure and the remote I walked into the kitchen to get some orange juice. The pad that mom writes my chores for the day was on the counter on the far side, might as well have a look at it. It was blank, I couldn't believe it so I turned the page, then the entire pad over. Nothing. I checked the fridge doors, nope nothing. Maybe she put it in my room while I was sleeping for whatever reason, I walked into my room and looked around for any loose pieces of papers. 




Inside Her Head



-- Author's note: Yay for first submissions! This all started out once Sir asked me to write out my fantasies for him. He enjoyed them quite a bit, and suggested that I start sharing them with others, so now here we are! I would greatly appreciate any comments or feedback you have for me. Hope you guys enjoy!

Also also, a huge thanks to Ohnonaughty for giving me the once over ;) --

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I sleepily blink open my eyes to find it's still dark and quiet inside the room. I glance over at the digital clock to see it's just after 5am, the light of the cold morning just on the break of peaking through the dark clouds. I'm not sure what has awoken me, but I realize I'm unable to quickly fall back to sleep. Instead, I raise my arms above my head and arch my back, stretching out the slight aches and sleep creaks from my naked body. I run my hands down over myself, over my large breasts, over the soft skin of my stomach, over the curve of my hips and eventually down between my legs. I spread them slightly, running my hand over my smooth mound to dip between my hidden lips, feeling that already I'm slightly slick with moisture. I realize I must have been having rather dirty dreams to leave me in such a state, and I bite my full bottom lip, feeling that small flame of desire light itself within me. I close my legs and turn over onto my side, blinking a few times, clearing the sleep away from my eyes and adjusting to the darkness. I open them wide and look over with quite the devilish intent. I see you, my Master, my Sir, my Dom, and I smile to myself.

You're laying next to me, your tall and lean body half covered by the white down comforter. Your one leg is bent at the knee, peaking out from underneath the blanket. One arm is stretched above and behind your head while the other rests just across your stomach. I see that you're sound asleep, your lips slightly parted, your breath coming out in slow, deep intervals. I fight back the urge to lean over and sit on top of you, dipping my tongue into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip into my own and lightly dragging it through my teeth. I softly giggle to myself at the idea, blushing at the thought of you waking up to find me on top of you, grinding my already dripping pussy into you while I greedily take in the taste of you. I shake my head, knowing full well the punishment I would receive for such a brazen act, yet, even still, I'm completely obsessed with idea. So obsessed that I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to take advantage of this situation and play out some of the filthy thoughts inside my head.

I lick my lips and prop my head up on my hand, getting the height over you and looking you up and down. My heartbeat slightly increasing, I bite down on my lip and squeeze my legs together, feeling the slight ache in my cunt grow as I instinctively reach out to run my fingertips over the skin on your chest. I hover over you, making sure you won't awaken, before I place my hand in the spattering of hair across your muscles. I let out of a soft sigh, loving the contrast of the soft hair to your hard body. As I run my fingernails in light circles across the ridges from your ribs, over your nipples, following down the lines of your stomach, my mind begins to wander.

I imagine you crushing yourself against me, feeling your broad chest pushing hard against my tits. My legs spread open wide, my thighs and ankles possibly tied together while you keep my hands held tight above my head. My large breasts red and hot from a possible spanking, or maybe my nipples pinched tightly with chained clamps. Either way, you're fucking me, hard and fast like you know I want it. You know how much I love the soreness you leave me with, the constant reminder of who owns me and who my body actually belongs to.

'God, I want him so fucking bad right now.' I think to myself as I snap out of my small fantasy. I whimper, the ache in my cunt stronger and more pronounced, the heat and moisture dripping from my tender hole onto my inner thighs. I squeeze my legs together again, on the verge of reaching up and shaking you awake, of begging you to take me and fuck me until I can't stand it anymore. I glance up at you, your head now turned to the side, but still breathing deeply, assuring me you're still fast asleep. I'm just about to call out your name when I stop myself. I freeze completely, the wanton thoughts invading my head, causing me to bite hard on my lip and grin while my eyes move down to where the comforter lays just beneath your stomach. I notice the slight bump under the covers and let out a small moan, the enticing idea sending shocks directly to my throbbing clit. 'I don't really need to wake him up yet, do I..'

I sit up, letting the blanket fall off of me as my skin is suddenly flushed and very warm. I make small movements, making sure not to disturb the bed and ruin my wicked plan. I look back at you every couple of minutes, assuring your eyes are still closed as I reach over to the blanket covering your most intimate parts. I grasp the edge and slowly slide it off of you, revealing your already semi-hard erection. My mouth waters at the sight of it laying heavily against your thigh, and I crawl over you. Settling myself between your legs, I bend over, my round ass in the air as I lightly wrap my fingers around your cock. I squeeze it, glancing at you every now and again as I run my hand up your shaft, squeezing out a pearly drop of pre-cum from your swelling head. I let it trickle out, dripping down across my fingers. I slide up your shaft again, urging more out, collecting it on my hand before I let go and bring my fingers to my mouth, greedily sucking and licking every drop of it off. Once I'm finished, I turn my attention back to your now almost fully erect cock. I wrap my fingers around it again, twisting my hand up and down, feeling the velvety steel beneath my touch. As I admire the dark swollen head and your pulsing veins, I pull it forward and press my tongue against the underside of your shaft. I close my eyes, taking in the taste of you. I slide my tongue higher, my tongue ring rolling against your skin until I come to the tip of your head. I swirl my tongue around the small opening, licking up the drops of pre-cum oozing out for me. I hold your cock tight while I wrap my lips around you, my other hand reaching underneath to caress and rub your balls. I lose myself in you, slowly working my mouth up and down your cock, pushing you far against the back of my throat. 'How fun it would be to make Master cum whilst not even being awake,' I think to myself, moaning around the fullness of you stuffing my lips. I feel myself becoming more and more insatiable, starving for you, lusting for the feel of you shooting spurt after spurt of white hot spunk down my throat and into my stomach. I make it a game for myself, pushing you further back into my throat, swallowing around your head while I jerk the bass of your shaft.

I'm so entranced by taking you without asking and the thrill of making you cum that I never notice you turn and look at me, putting both of your hands behind your head as you quietly watch the show I'm putting on for you. You smile down at me, muffling the small groans escaping from your mouth. You're sure not to disrupt my small moment of pleasure before you put me in my place for being such a naughty little cock addict. As my pace quickens, my hand pumping faster and my mouth sucking harder, the pressure building in your balls that my nimble fingers still caress and massage, you decide that it's time.

"So what do we have here," you say in a serious yet mocking tone. The sound of you startles me so that I yelp and gag around your cock, sliding you partially from my lips, yet keeping them wrapped around your swollen, glistening head before I look up at you with big doe eyes. Once we lock our sights on each other, I pop your head from my mouth, strings of my spit still connecting us together. I shyly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and sit up on my knees, placing my palms flat on my thighs with my head down. "You should very well look ashamed, pet. Since when did you think you were allowed to play with things that don't belong to you? Especially without asking first."

I glance to the side, keeping my head down, trying to hide the small smile that I can't quite stop from forming on my lips. "I'm sorry Sir. I couldn't help it. I was so hungry for you." I risk rising my head a bit, looking up into your eyes through my lashes. "I didn't want to disturb you as you were so peacefully at rest. I can always ask you now, though," I peep out in the sweetest voice I can muster, with a slight smirk on my lips.

You put on a serious face, yet I can see the glisten of amusement in your eyes. You quite enjoy when I break away from my obedient nature and let the cheeky side of me come out. "First you break the rules, and now you're being a brat. My my, what a naughty little fuck toy I have on my hands."

"I think I would be much better suited on your cock, Sir." I say with a pout, knowing full well where my act of spontaneity is going to get me.

"What was that?" You sit up quickly and before I can react, you grab my throat with one hand, pulling back hard on my hair with the other. My lips part, my breath coming out in short puffs as my pulse once again quickens. Knowing I may have gone too far with my quips, I look directly into your eyes and blurt out "I'm so sorry, Sir. I thought you wouldn't mind me playing. I just want you very bad right now, I was desperate. I'm very sorry."

I feel your fingertips run down my neck while you look over my face. Your hand still grasping hard on my long dark-blonde hair, you begin to play with the gold chained choker that sits against the base of my throat. My collar. My proof of your ownership. You slide your fingers underneath it, and begin to twist it tightly. You yank hard on it and I fall forward, my hands flailing before locking on to your arms for balance. I whimper as you bring your lips close to my ear, teasing me by biting hard on my lobe. "Not as sorry as you're going to be, my depraved little skank. When I let you go, I want you on your back with your knees together against your chest. Your arms will be at either side, your cock hungry ass will be on display for me. Does the whore understand?"

"Yes Sir, I underst-" Before I can finish my reply, your hand leaves my collar to come up and smack my face hard. I let out a small cry as you grab my chin and turn my face to look at you. My eyes are wide as you stare down at me with a very stern demeanor. "Disobedient little cum sluts don't get the luxury of being an 'I'. You are nothing but an object. A fucking slave that will do as I say and take the punishment that's coming to her.. Now I'll ask again. Does the whore understand?"

I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with desire at the sound of your voice, the things you're saying to me, what you're calling me. I make sure to look in your eyes as I answer you, giving in to you, letting you know not only that I'm okay with what's happening, but also that I want it. I want it something terrible. "Yes Sir. This whore understands."

"That's more like it. Now go and do as I said." I catch you reach down and rub your rock hard cock as I get into position, watching me until my body is molded completely how you said. "That's a good little slut," you say before you walk away to the other side of the room. You turn on the light and disappear out of my line of sight, and as I wait for you to return, I can feel my the cool air against the heat emanating from my swollen, wet cunt lips. I'm mad with lust, my clit and aching hole throbbing from the idea of you degrading me so, of treating me like a piece of meat, a place for you to empty your cum and leave thrown to the side. I let out a small moan, working myself up into a frenzy waiting for you to come back to me. When you finally do, I notice you're carrying a few different things in your hands. You place them on the floor and move over to the side of the bed. You grab the large comforter and toss it off and away. You then grab my ankles and spin me, pulling me hard over to you at the edge of the bed. You run your eyes over me, stopping once you see my glistening folds in the yellow light. 

"Look at you. Look at how wet that nasty little cum dump of yours is right now. You love this, don't you, you greedy little skank." You wrap your hand around my ankles and push my knees farther back, taking the first 2 fingers of your other hand and running them up and down my slit. You spit on me, letting the fat drop of saliva drip down over my cunt and asshole. You then thrust your fingers inside me and finger fuck me hard and fast. I let out a long, drawn out groan, squeezing the inside of my cunt around your fingers, loving the way you're roughly stuffing them inside me. "Does the whore like when her filthy fuckhole is toyed with?"

"Yes Sir. Yes, she fucking loves it. She wants more," I moan out through gasps. My hands grip the sheets, my head turning to the side as I close my eyes tight and fall into the pleasure you're giving me.

"Oh she does, huh? Does she think she deserves something that feels so good after being such a wanton, unruly bitch this morning?"

"Please Sir. This whore deserves whatever you're willing to give her."

"Mm. I quite like that idea, slut. I like the idea of you begging to get this defiant little body of yours punished. Would the whore like that as well?" You slide your fingers out of me and smack me hard across my cunt and thighs. "Beg me, bitch."

My pussy juice splattering between us, you smack me again and I cry out. "Please Sir, Please do it. Please punish this filthy little fucking tramp!" I'm breathing hard and heavy, squirming underneath you as your hand rubs up and down my sopping wet cunt, spreading my slut juice all over my thighs and ass cheeks. You run your fingers down around my asshole while you reach down and grab something with your other hand. You lean back over me and spit on me again, circling around my puckered opening, getting it wet and ready. You slide your finger inside me, followed by another, and already I feel the tight sensation of the stretch. You look down at me, and smile a big devilish grin as you bring into my sight the buttplug you have in your hand. Larger than anything we've ever used before, it's a white silver color, topped with a pretty blue jewel on the end. Without saying a word, you rub the warm from your hand object through my pussy lips, getting it wet and slick with my juices. You remove your two fingers from my asshole and press the tip against it. You push, and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the tight burning of being stretched too far. Once it's all the way in, I let out a groan, feeling stuffed completely full and loving how it borders just on the edge of pleasure and intense pain.

"Mm, watching your slutty little hole devour that plug has got my dick throbbing. Spread your arms out sideways, like you're on the cross." I do so, and watch as you reach down and grab a rough looking hemp rope and a wide leather belt from your pile of torments for me. You walk around to the other side of the bed, grab one of my wrists and tie it to a post at the end.. You do the same to the other with one from the headboard. You keep the rope taught, my arms completely unable to move, the rough material scratching against my wrists. You kneel on the bed, coming over me from behind, your big hard cock bobbing teasingly in front of my face. You reach down, rubbing the sides of my face while I look up at you with big wide eyes. You run your thumbs over and pull my bottom lip from my teeth, sliding two of your fingers into my mouth while your other hand reaches below to once again toy with my collar. You move your fingers in and out while I instinctively begin to suck on them, waiting for what I think may be coming next.

"You wanted my cock so bad, you're going to get it, my vile little slut. You're going to pleasure me while I beat and redden that tight little cunt and ass of yours. I want to hear you thank me, over and over while your throat is tight around my dick. Does the whore understand?" You slide your fingers underneath my collar and twist, choking me hard for about a minute or so until you let go and I take in a deep breath and cough out my answer. "Yes Sir. This whore knows what she has to do."

Once those words escape from my lips, you keep one hand on my collar, occasionally twisting your fingers around it while your right hand reaches towards and breast and squeezes it hard. You pinch my nipple, pulling it away from my body as you begin to slide your thick cock in and out of my mouth. I sheath my teeth and stick my tongue out, letting the bar of my ring slide along the front side of your shaft. You push further, stopping only for a moment to reach over and grab the thick black belt and wrap it partially around your right hand. You continue the abuse on my throat, with your balls brushing against my nose, and begin face fucking me. I moan around you, loving the feeling of your big swollen head pounding against the back of my mouth, cutting off my air every time you thrust into me. You push fully against me, pushing past my gag reflex, forcing me to swallow. You grab my ankles and pull my knees all the way back, lifting my ass up higher. You pull out of my throat just as you lay down the first whip of the belt. It cracks hard against my fair skin, leaving a bright red welt where it hit. I cry out, the sting and heat shooting through me. I can feel the rawness in the back of my throat as I whimper, the thick strings of drool still clinging to you from my mouth. You let me take one deep breath before you once again push past my lips, forcing your dick back far into my mouth. "What do you say, tramp?"

Tears begin to drop from my eyes as I try my best to croak out the words you want to hear. "Thank you Sir," I mumble around your thick tool. You don't wait, as soon as the last syllable leaves my lips, you crack the belt down on my ass again. And again. And again. Three times in a fast, hard succession, each hitting against the too big plug stuffed inside my ass. I scream out around your cock, my arms pulling hard against the restraints. The tears are now streaming heavily from my eyes. You pull out long enough for me to catch my breath, and immediately force yourself back inside. "Thank you Sir!" I scream around you, the drool dripping down my neck and down my cheeks, making me look like a filthy debauched mess of a slut. I picture myself, spread apart like this with you drilling into my throat, and my cunt gushes, the juice dripping out of my wanton hole and down the crack of my ass. You notice this, and while you pump your cock in and out of my mouth, you bring the belt down again. Over and over in varying degrees of strength, over my ass, over my cunt, over the underside of my upper thighs. You're relentless on me. I can hear your breathing get more shallow and the loud groans escaping you. You pull your cock back out and jerk it hard in front of my face, giving me a moment to catch my breath.

"You fucking love this don't you, you sick little tramp. You love being used and abused like the cheap whore you are, only made to beat until that ass is black and blue and to empty my cum into your stomach. Tell me right now, Pet. Tell me what a stupid defiled bitch this fuck toy of mine is."

I cry out to you in a raspy voice, my throat sore from the constant debasement of your cock. "Your whore is a fucking painslut, Sir. She's a vile, depraved little cum pig. All she can think about is being filled by you, used and abused by you. She craves it, she's fucking starving for it. She wants you to watch as you make her nasty little fuck slot cum while you belt it over and over again, while you pump your hot seed all over her. She wants to be made a mess of like the cheap used up skank she is. She wants it now, Sir. Please, please give it to her now."




Inside Her Head Ch. 02



-- Author's Note: I'm back with another! I have to say, I'm quite a fan of the attention :D Again, I would greatly appreciate any comments or feedback you guys have for me. Hope you all enjoy! --

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I put my car in park in front of my apartment and turn off the engine. I'm just getting home from work, ready to get out of my clothes and curl under my blankets after a long, tiring day. I sit in the driver's seat, gathering my things together, taking my phone from the portable charger when it begins to ring. I look down at the lit up screen with a slight annoyance, not wanting to bother with talking to anyone. My finger is already in motion to reject the call when I see your name. Immediately I feel the flutter in my stomach and can't help the smile that forms on my lips. I lick them, running my tongue along my full bottom lip before I swipe and answer.

"Hey you," I say somewhat shakily with a smile, my unsteady breathing already betraying my excitement in hearing your voice.

"'Hey you?' Is that any way for a pet to greet her Master?" You answer with your deep voice, laced with amusement and a mocking tone.

I blush, biting down on my lip with my heartbeat racing as I stammer out my words. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. That certainly isn't a way for you to be greeted. I wasn't really thinking, that's just what came out. I really am sorry," I end with a small bashful giggle, which I'm then rewarded with a chuckle from yourself.

"Hmm, I don't know, it seems to me like that was awfully offensive. Since when did my little slut think she had the right to be so casual? I certainly can't let something like that just go without consequence," you answer, your tone playful yet serious in a way that makes me melt whenever I hear it. "How do you think you should be punished, pet?"

The big grin that had been plastered on my face while listening to you suddenly falters when I hear the question you ask, slowly lowering as my teeth once again sink into my bottom lip and I swallow hard. "I-I'm not sure, Sir. I suppose wha-"

You interrupt my sentence."I do love the look you get on your face when you know that I'm going to beat the hell out of that ass of yours, pet. It's very obvious what a dirty little pain slut you are."

My breath catches in my throat and my eyes widen as I process what you just said. 'How can he see me?' I think to myself, looking around through my windshield to see if I can spot you. "W-what do you mean, Sir? Are you here?" I keep searching, looking up into the dark windows of the apartments and through the bushes in the front lawn. Nothing.

"There's no use in trying to find me, slut. You won't. I'm going to tell you what you ARE going to do though, and you're going to listen and do exactly as I say, do you understand?" 

I can feel my heart beating in my throat. 'Oh my gosh, what can he possibly have planned for me? Where is he?' I ponder as I clench my thighs together, my cunt already soaking wet in response to your stern instructions. "But Sir, why can't I-"

"You heard what I said, slut. I'm not going to repeat myself again. Now answer my fucking question. Do you understand?" Your voice is dripping with dominance, a cold edge to it that sends chills up my spine. I decide it's better not to test you, and answer you quickly in a quiet voice. 

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, you understand, what?"

"Yes, I understand, Sir."

"That's better. Now, listen very carefully. You're going to be putting on a show for me. I'm going to tell you what you are going to do, and I want you to do everything I say as soon as I tell you to, do you hear me, slut?" 

I'm panting at this point, my breath coming out in shaky intervals as I stare wide eyed out the window. "Yes Sir," is the only thing that leaves my lips in a whisper.

"Good. Lower the back of the seat and lay down against it." 

I reach down, lifting the lever on the side that lets the back of the seat fall down almost all the way. I push the chair back farther as well, so I'm no longer right underneath the steering wheel, and lay down against it.

"Good girl. Now, you're going to unbutton your pants and slide them down and off. Then, you're going to spread your legs. Wide, pet. As wide as you can." 

I pause, fear suddenly creeping through my skin, making a pitfall in my stomach. "Sir, please, what if someone else is watching? I can't do th-"

"You're really beginning to test my fucking patience," you spit out. You snicker to yourself before you continue. "In fact, knowing what a sleazy fucking whore you are, I'm sure you'd love for me to come down there and spank the ever living shit out of that disobedient ass of yours. Well, I'm not going to, slut. This isn't about what YOU want. I can promise you though, that you certainly will not enjoy the punishment I'm going to give you if you keep defying me. I suggest you start doing what you're fucking told."

I have no answer for you, the tone and severity of your voice and words leaving me speechless. I decide it's better to not say anything at all. Aware that you can see me, I only nod before I tilt my head and hold the phone against my shoulder. I muster up as much courage as I can and close my eyes as I lower both of my hands and unzip my dress pants. I lift my ass up from the chair to slide them past my hips, pushing them down past my knees to pool on the floor by my ankles. I'm so thankful for the darkness of the evening at this point. I slide off the shoe from my right foot and lift my leg out of the pants and over the center console, spreading myself wide apart. The outside doorway lights illuminate the inside of my car just enough to show off the purple lace thong I'm wearing, which now has a very noticeable wet spot where the fabric pinches between my swollen, wet cunt lips.

With my eyes still closed, I listen more intently to you on the other end of the phone. I hear the growl in your throat and your breathing deepen as I lay there on display for you, showing off my most intimate parts knowing full well anyone could see me. But I'm doing it anyway. I'm fighting back the uneasiness I feel and I'm doing it because I'm yours, and because deep down I know I need to submit to you. I let out a small moan and arch my back slightly, pushing my breasts out as the feeling of submission washes over me.

You notice this, you notice the change in my demeanor. You suck in a breath before you continue. "That's my good girl. You're making your Master's cock very hard, pet. I'd love to have you on your knees in front of me right now, ready and waiting for me to shove my cock down and fuck that hungry little throat."

I whimper, breathing hard into the phone while my fingers dance along the edge of my panties. "I could be, Sir. Kneeling at your feet with my mouth open wide and watering, desperate to be filled with your cock." I lick my lips, my cunt twitching in response at just the thought of having my mouth be used by you.

You chuckle. "All in good time, pet. For now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Show me what a cock hungry whore that's desperate to have her face fucked looks like."

I do as I'm told, slowly opening my mouth. I run my tongue along the underneath of my upper lip before I stick it out far, the small blue gem of my tongue-ring glimmering in the soft yellow light filling the car. 

Your voice turns feral, ferocious as you instruct me on what to do next. "Mmm, my vile little slut. Don't think I didn't see those greedy fingers teasing around that pussy. You want to be a trashy little show off, don't you? The thought of strangers seeing you spread yourself open like a fucking skank turns you on something terrible. God, you are such a fucking whore." You let out a growl, taking a deep breath before you continue. "Pull your thong to the side. I want to see just how wet that cunt of yours is right now."

"Oh fuck," I say, half a moan, half a whisper. Your words drive me wild. I waste no time, running my finger up my slit from underneath the thin strip of material, releasing it from the juicy grasp of my cunt before turning my finger up and pulling it far to the side. The light shines against my sopping hidden lips and inner thighs, my tender little hole twitching uncontrollably knowing it's under your watchful gaze. I moan, my breathing rapid and unsteady, the desire beginning to pool in my stomach as my clit throbs, aching to be touched.

"Mmm, so eager, and I haven't even let you do anything. Pity you've been such a naughty little whore tonight, pet. I'm sure you would love to reach down and finger fuck that dripping snatch of yours until you cum, wouldn't you?"

I whimper, letting my head fall back on to the chair as I stare out of the windshield through hooded eyes, the lust within me clearly washing over my body as a light sheen of sweat begins to cover my exposed stomach and thighs. I feel feverish. I grasp the sides of the cloth seat, needing something to help hold back the craving to reach down and slide my fingers inside me, just like you know I want to.

"Answer me, whore. Do you want to cum right now?"

I cry out to you. My knees begin to shake as the urgency to bring myself to an orgasm begins to overwhelm me. "Yes Sir! I do! P-please Sir, please let me cum? I'll be a good girl, I promise. Please?"

Another mocking laugh. "Oh yeah? I thought you were scared of being seen, pet? I was under the impression that you were worried about having strangers see you strip like a fucking whore inside your car, seeing that cunt drip down your legs as you lay there and squirm from the need." The low rumble of your voice coming through my phone's speakers seemingly vibrates through me, as my whole body is so on edge. "Or maybe that's what you want, hm? Maybe you want everyone to see what a nasty little exhibitionist slut you are, how you can't wait to shove your fingers inside that greedy cunt and fuck yourself until you cum all over your car seat while they watch your every expression."

I let a series of whines and moans escape from my throat, writhing in my seat as your words cut through me, acting as a shock sent directly to my clit. I begin to plead with you, beg you. I barely recognize my own voice, as it comes out harsh and frantic. "Please Sir, I can't take it anymore. I don't care who fucking sees me, I need to cum for you. I want you to see what you do to me, how you control me, how you own every fucking inch of me!"

Your breathing begins to match my own, more rapid though more controlled. You let an appreciative growl escape from your throat, loving the sound of my pained requests, of begging you so desperately. "Close your eyes, slut. Once you do, I want you to slide 2 fingers inside of that cunt and fuck yourself. You are not to cum until I say so, is that clear?"

"Yes Sir. Yes, it's clear," I cry out, not waiting to shove my hand down and rub my fingers around my clit. I reach down with my other hand and unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt, opening it enough to free my breast from my bra and pinch my nipple hard. I moan into the phone, my eyes closed, my hips grinding into the seat as my fingers work my clit, drenching my tender little hole once more. I then slide my fingers the rest of the way down my slit, circling them teasingly around my hole before sliding them one by one inside me. I clench down on them, imagining its you, imagining its your cock pushing inside me, stretching my cunt tightly around it. I start fucking myself, slowly at first and then faster and faster. 

"Oh, my filthy little fucking whore. You look absolutely delicious, fucking yourself like that for your Master, for strangers, for anyone else who wants to see what a wanton slut lives in this apartment. You're close already, aren't you?"

I let out a long drawn out groan before I'm able to answer, squeezing my eyes tight as the pleasure ripples through me. I cry out to you. "Oh god, yes Sir, I'm so close. Please, please tell me I can cum. Please, I know I've been bad tonight but I think I made up for it so far. Please Sir!"

You chuckle once more, and I barely notice that your voice sounds a bit different, as if you're moving into a different surrounding. "At the end of my countdown, pet. When I get to 1, you may cum, but not a second before, do you understand?"

I'm on the verge of tears, every nerve in my body feels like it's being pulled, ready to snap. I'm so close, the pressure inside me building so rapidly. I whine loudly, my answer coming out almost as a sob. "Yes Sir, I understand. Please, please let me cum!"

"15...14...13...12...11..." You start counting down, deliberately slow and steady. To me, it seems as though minutes pass between each number. I cry out, moan, beg, and plead. I beg you to go faster, I beg you to stop. My mind is completely jumbled. I'm wound so tight, so close to falling off the edge of desire into an incredibly powerful orgasm.

"10...9...8...7..." My moans and screams drown out everything else. I focus solely on your counting to try and keep my orgasm at bay. As bad as I want to cum, I want to follow your orders. I want to show the extent of just how much control you have over my body. I writhe and squirm in my seat, my left hand still latched on and pulling hard at my nipple, the fingers of my right deftly moving in and out of my pussy. "6...5...4..."

I'm so focused on holding off my orgasm that I don't even hear when you open the passenger door and slip inside the car. You watch me, the scent of my arousal and the wet sounds of my fingers working my cunt filling the car. You lean over and pull the phone away from my ear, causing my eyes to spring open and gasp. You grab my ponytail and lean over me, your eyes locking into mine while your other hand slides down my stomach to dip between my legs, your fingers connecting with my clit and rubbing in hard fast circles. I call out your name, over and over as you send me just to the brink of the edge. Your face is right in front of my own, your lips touching mine as I moan and breath hard into your mouth. 

"3...2...1...Cum. Cum for me right fucking now." 

And that's my undoing. 

I cum hard, bucking underneath you while I ride out the powerful waves of my orgasm. You wrap your hand around my pony tail, pulling hard and angling my neck back while you lean down to suck and nibble on the tender skin. The pleasure seems endless, cascading through what feels like every inch of my body. I finally begin to calm down, my moans and cries turning to labored breaths while my body still shakes from the aftermath. I reach down between my legs with my other hand and place it on top of yours, finally managing to croak out a response.

"Thank you, Sir," I breathe out, turning my head towards you with my eyes still closed, but a shy smile on my face.

I'm rewarded once again with your appreciative growl, as you kiss the corner of my mouth and begin a trail along my jawline to my ear. You playfully bite my lobe before whispering heavy into my ear. "You're very welcome, my pretty little pet. I do love watching the way you cum. But, my dear, I'm no where near done with you yet." 

It's at that moment I feel you slip the collar around my neck and tighten the latch. I open my eyes wide, looking up at you to see a devilish smirk on your face. The collar is connected to a long black leather leash, which you have wrapped tightly around your hand.

"You still have quite the night ahead of you. Now, be a good girl and get yourself together. Leave your shirt unbuttoned and I want those tits out." You kiss me hard, playfully dragging my bottom lip between your teeth. You give my wet cunt a hard smack with the end of the leash, causing me to squeak out a yelp and close my legs together. Your hand, now locked between my thighs, runs the end of the leash between my swollen lips, back and forth, teasing my sensitive clit with the smoothness of the leather. I jerk every time it slides against me, moaning into your smiling mouth. 

"I could sit here all night and torment you this way," you breath into me, once again dragging my trembling lip between your teeth. "I have other plans for you though, pet. Go on now, get yourself together." You lean back in the passenger seat, your eyes on me, letting some of the slack go from the leash.

I slide my leg back into my pants and slip my shoe back on. I pull them back up around my waist, pull the lever to fix my seat and sit up straight, turning my body towards you. I bite down on my lip as I fix my shirt, pulling my bra down and exposing my other breast. I roll my shoulders back, fixing my posture, waiting patiently for your next instruction. You smile a big evil grin as you look me up and down.

'Oh shit,' I think to myself. 'What does he have planned for me next...?'

To be continued...



Inside Her Head Ch. 03



— Author's Note: Hi! As the description says, this is a continuation from Chapter 2, so if you haven't already, I suggest reading that one first. I should let you all know, that other than these two stories, most of my submissions won't really have anything to do with one another, other than involving Sir and his pet. I apologize if that confused anyone in the last chapter. I decided against changing the titles individually because, well, each one is just another glimpse inside my dirty mind! Hehe. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of their night together. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! — 

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"My my, you look like quite the slutty little pet like this, you know that, whore?" You pull forward on the leather leash that's wrapped around your hand, the one attached to the collar you fastened around my neck. I'm jerked towards you, putting my hands against the center console for balance. "Put your knees up on the seat. I want you on all fours."

I widen my eyes and do as you say, bringing my knees up, the small space forcing me to arch my back so my ass is high in the air. I move forward a bit more, so my hands are now leaning on the passenger seat next to your thigh. I move my gaze from your cock, hard beneath your jeans to your hand, now resting on your thigh still gripping the leash tightly. I then trail my eyes up your stomach, your chest, your neck. I take in the way your chest rises and falls, the way your throat muscles move and twitch as you swallow. I finally reach your eyes, and the look you're giving me forces the breath I was holding out in a sudden exhale. You look like you want to devour me, a predator eyeing his prey hard with a dangerous intent behind the stare. 

The effect you have on me is immediate. I let out another breathy sigh, licking my lips slowly, consciously taking my time to run my tongue over them. You smirk at me. You know this little action is my coy attempt at trying to push you into making you feel as desperate as I do right now. You know even after cumming so hard just moments ago, that my cunt is dripping, and that I want more. Need more. 

And you're so right.

You reach out with your free hand and grab my chin, roughly arching my neck back and lifting my head to meet your gaze. You run your thumb over my wet bottom lip, slowly slipping it between my teeth and into my mouth. "Suck," you say, your voice stern and low. And I do. I keep my eyes on yours and move my mouth up and down your finger, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back, running my tongue along it from the inside of my mouth. I ever so lightly drag my teeth across your skin, smiling as I do before going back to massaging it with my lips and tongue. 

A low rumble escapes from you as you push it further towards the back of my throat. I gag slightly, my mouth pooling with saliva as you work it in and out. "Such a hungry slut you are. I bet you wish this was my cock, don't you?" I nod in response, my lips still wrapped around your digit. "You want me to fuck this little throat of yours? Thrust my cock deep and keep it there while you gag and drool all over those bimbo tits? I'm sure a filthy glutton for pain like you would even want to be choked, have my hands wrapped tight around your throat while my cock bulges beneath them." You hold my chin from below with the rest of your hand, while pressing your thumb down hard against my tongue. I gag a bit more, the overflow of saliva slightly spilling down over my lip.

I close my eyes as a shiver runs through me, my moan vibrating around your hand. I love having my throat fucked. I love the feeling of your cock hardening because of my mouth, the taste of the precum that oozes from your head. I crave it, and right now I'm absolutely starving for it. I want nothing more than your dick buried deep, my nose pushed against your abdomen while the tears fall from my eyes. 

When I open my eyes back up again, my look is desperate and eager. I beg you, even with your thumb pushed inside my mouth. "Please Sir..."

You laugh, pulling your thumb from my mouth and rubbing it, covered in my spit, over my lips and face. "Please what, Slut? Speak clearly. I know you're not as stupid of a tramp as you look right now." You grab my face again hard, leaning down so you're right in front of me. You whisper, your breath hot against my lips as you admire the dribble you smeared across my skin. "Or maybe that's exactly what you are." 

I swallow hard, panting, my breath coming out in shaky wisps. Your words unravel me. I can feel the wetness of my cunt through the material of my pants, my nipples hard and taut, goosebumps covering my flesh even though it feels as if I'm in an oven. I blush furiously before answering you, humiliated by yet loving the way you degrade me so. "Please Sir, I want you to use my mouth and throat."

You pause for a moment, sitting up straight again and looking down at me with a smirk. You let go of my face and reach down, rubbing your cock through your jeans. It's outlined in the soft light, a bulge protruding from the dark-washed denim. I know you're doing it to tease me. I drop from your gaze and look down at your hand, biting my lip hard, thinking you're going to give me what I'm lusting after. It's then that you yank hard on the leash, causing me to lose balance and fall forward into your leg. "Ah ah ah, skank," you say as you lightly slap the side of my face with the end of the leash. "You keep your eyes up here." 

I whimper while I fix myself, getting back up on my hands and returning my eyes to yours. You tap the end of my nose. "That's a good girl." You lean forward once more, your eyes locked on to mine. You stall before you speak to me, knowing it makes me fidgety to have to hold your stare for so long. 

"You know," you finally blurt out. "I just had the most perfect idea." 

You run the end of the leash along the outline of my jaw, tracing over my chin and up to my parted lips. "The way you pant and gasp like that, on all fours, practically drooling for my cock... heh, you look just like a little puppy." You pinch my nose, causing me to pull away and shake my head. You're barely able to hold back your chuckle from the deadpan look I shoot you. "Mmm, I think I'll walk you upstairs like one. Just like this. If you're a good girl, maybe then you'll get the treat you want so bad." You then bite down on your lip, trying to keep the big grin you have forming at bay, but not hiding the sparks of amusement in your eyes.

Fear seizes my stomach, so much so that my whole body begins to shake. 'He wants to fucking walk me? Like a dog? Is he crazy?!' I think of one of my neighbors, walking out and seeing you pull me up the stairs on a leash, on my hands and knees with my tits out. I don't even realize I'm shaking my head at you until I snap out of it and sit back on my knees. "Sir I cannot do that. Don't you realize what would happen if someone saw me?" My eyes are wide, my voice is high and whiny. "Please, can't we just go upstairs already and-"

It's at that moment you lurch forward and grab onto my ponytail. Your entire presence has changed, going from the boyish playful mood you were in to irritated and forceful. I don't even have time to react before you pull me hard down onto your lap. You roughly grab the back of my knees and bend them forward, pulling more of me into your lap so my ass is slightly raised in front of you. My head is turned towards the side facing you, uncomfortably pushed up against the car door. You grab both of my arms and tug them behind me, closing my wrists together at the small of my back. You grab the back of my pants and viciously pull them down, the button popping off with an audible rip. You do the same with my panties, then rub your hand over my ass while you spit out your next words. 

"I've had it with you being such an unruly little bitch tonight!" Before I can answer, your hand comes down hard against my right cheek. "You're going to start doing as I say, or trust me, sweetheart, even a filthy fucking painslut like yourself won't enjoy the beating I'll give you." With that, you spank me, harder than you ever have before. You're relentless, over and over, on each cheek, on the tender curve just under my ass, even on my inner thighs. I cry out, scream, wiggle and writhe on top of you but it's no use. Your grip on my wrists is like a vice, and I'm forced to endure your punishment. 

I lose count of just how many times you've brought your hand down upon me, but I know I'm at the point where I can take no more. The burn and sting from each slap has become seemingly unbearable and I scream out in a raspy, tear stained voice. "Please Sir, I'm sorry!!"

You stop, your breath falling heavily from your lips, matching my own. You let go of my arms but keep your hand against my reddened ass. You reach over and grab my ponytail, pulling my neck back so I'm looking at you. "Sorry for what, whore?"

Through my sobs I answer. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, Sir. It won't happen again."

You scoff at me. "You say that every single time. Why should I believe you now? You're nothing but an unappreciative little slut!" You drag your nails down the tender skin of my reddened ass, and I jerk underneath you.

"Ah... Please!! I swear, Sir. I won't disobey you again. Please let me prove to you, I'll do anything you ask. I want to do anything you ask!"

I can feel your cock rock hard sitting beneath my stomach. You pause for a moment and let out a deep breath before you respond to me. "You can start by thanking me for this. Thank me for beating your ass and putting you in your place."

I'm breathing hard and heavy and I feel helpless, completely at your mercy. The power you have over me drives me crazy, and even through the searing pain and heat from your spanking, I can feel the air hitting my sopping wet cunt lips, giving away just how turned on I really am. "Thank you Sir. I deserved to be punished for being such a disobedient whore. Thank you for putting me in my place."

Your eyes burn into mine. You reach back and pull my thong and pants back up, and I whimper as the fabric painfully brushes against my abused skin. You pull me upwards, carefully placing me down in your lap, my legs spread on either side of yours. Once I'm settled against you, you reach and connect my wrists behind my back once more. Your erection is right underneath me, and I can't help but hold myself plush against you, feeling my tits brush against your chest, feeling your bulge grind ever so slightly between my legs. You wipe some of my tears away before sliding your fingers behind my neck, under my collar into a firm hold. You stare deeply into my eyes. "I'm going to walk you on all fours up to the apartment. Do you understand me?"

The fear I felt before has left me completely. All I want now is to be able to please you, and I'm willing to do anything to do so. I answer you after a small sniffle. "I understand Sir. I'm your pet, my place is on my hands and knees at your side." 

Your hold tightens on my wrists. "Beg me for it. Beg me to humiliate you so."

I return the severity of your gaze through my lashes. "Please Sir. Please walk me up to my apartment like a puppy? Pull me on your leash, on my hands and knees? I so desperately want to be walked, Sir...please?"

You let go of my neck and wrists at the same time, one hand reaching for the leash while the other rises up and cups my breast hard. I keep my arms together behind me, arching my back and pushing my chest into you while you squeeze me, moving your fingers down and pinching my nipple. I gasp as you do, letting out a small moan as you roll it between your fingers. You do the same with the other, kneading it into the mold of your hand. This time, though, you lean forward and suck my nipple into your mouth, looking up at me while you clamp your teeth around it. You flick your tongue against it through your teeth, causing me to moan and grind myself against you, trying to get whatever friction I can against my aching clit. You bite down hard, just for a moment, just for me to let out a tiny high-pitched scream before you let go, grabbing the cups of my bra and fixing them in place. You leave my shirt unbuttoned, but zip up my jacket. I look down at you with a confused expression, but you say nothing, only wink up at me as you reach over into my bag and grab my keys. You open the passenger door, sliding out from beneath me and standing with my leash in your hand and a sly smile on your face. "Lets go, pet. Out."

I take one last deep breath, praying no one will see me. I lean forward, leaving the car on my hands, then one by one letting my knees fall to the ground. You close the door behind me, lock it, and begin to move to the main door of the apartment building. I follow behind you, and though it's cold outside, my body is on fire. My face is flushed, small prickles of sweat forming in the crease of my neck and down my back. We come up to the main door and you slide the key in, looking down at me with a content expression as you do. The door opens and you step inside, pulling the collar for me to follow suit. We walk up to the stairs, and as I begin to stand to follow you, you stop and slap me against my cheek. "Hands and knees, pet," you say in a firm, disciplining voice. I don't fight, only return to my position, and we walk up the stairs.

I've never been so humiliated. My body trembles at the thought of one of my neighbors opening their door and seeing me like this. At the same time, I've never been so turned on. My clit aches, my cunt hole throbbing to be filled by you. I look up at you from behind, watching your form climb the stairs, pulling my leash deftly behind you. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than for you to use every inch of me for your pleasure, just as you're doing now.

Finally after what seems like forever, we reach my door, and you rush to turn around just as I reach my place next to you. "Up on your knees," you demand. To my surprise, you reach down and undo your jeans. You wait for me to get into position before you let your cock spring forward, bobbing tauntingly in front of me. My mouth begins to water immediately. "Suck."

I look around the hallway before glancing back up at you with wide eyes. I open my mouth to protest when you slap me again. "I said. Suck," you growl at me. I decide it's better not to test your patience at this point, and do as you say. I lean forward, running my tongue up the length of your shaft and slide your head into my mouth. I suck, moving my wet mouth back and forth on you while I keep my eyes on yours. A small groan comes from your mouth as I push you farther back, your head just touching the back of my throat before I pull back, sucking hard as I do. We begin to get lost in the moment - you reaching down to grab my hair and thrust harder into me, my muffled moans become louder and more urgent, as if trying to coerce you into using me harder to pleasure your cock. 

It's the sound of an opening door down the hallway that startles us out of our lustful trance. We both jump from the noise, and you suddenly pull your cock from my mouth with a pop as you turn and undo the locks to my door. I lick my lips, wiping some of my spit from my chin with the back of my hand, already craving more of you. 

You push open the door and yank on my leash, pulling me inside after you and slamming the door shut. My heart is racing at this point, the adrenaline pumping through me from coming so close to being caught. You turn on the light before grabbing my jacket and yanking it open, once again pulling my tits roughly from my shirt. You grab the sides my face, one hand latching around my pony tail and gripping it hard. You bark down at me. "Open wide and stick out your fucking tongue."

I do so, and you thrust yourself back inside my mouth. I moan appreciatively around you, looking up at you as you force your cock farther down my throat. I start to gag, my eyes start to water as you push past my gag reflex and block off my airway. My nose is against your stomach, my tongue out and flicking against your balls as I use my throat muscles to squeeze your cock.

A long groan escapes from your lips. "Oh fuck, your throat feels so fucking good," you cry out through gritted teeth. I dig my nails into your thighs as I start to squirm against you, needing to take a breath. You keep yourself buried in my throat, enjoying watching me struggle around your stiffness. You finally pull out, thick strands of my spit clinging to you, giving me a moment to breathe before shoving yourself back inside. You begin fucking my throat, slamming yourself against my face. I keep my eyes on you, tears streaming down my cheeks, drool dripping down onto my tits. 

You pull your cock from my mouth, my deep breaths and loud moan of disappointment following as you do. You wrap your hand around it, jerking it hard before slapping it against the side of my face. I stick my tongue out far and you tap it against me, running your swollen head over and around my tongue ring. I reach forward and grab it, wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard while my other hand reaches below and starts to rub and knead your balls. I'm rewarded with a drawn out groan from you and a fat drop of precum which I swallow immediately. I slide your cock from my mouth, squeezing my fist around the base of your shaft and jerking it hard while I look up at you. "Mmm, please Sir. Please give me more. I want to taste you. I want to feel your cum shoot down my throat."

"Jesus. What a greedy fucking cum whore you are." You push my chest hard so I fall back on my hands and off my knees. "Strip. I want you naked and bent over in front of me. Face down on the floor, hands on your ankles. I want those slutty little fuck holes wide open and ready for me."

I do exactly as you say, ripping my clothes off as fast as I can as I watch you do the same. You finish just as I turn around to get in position. I reach between my legs and rub my fingers from my pussy to my ass, smearing the plentiful wetness all over. I then grab on to my ankles, turning my head towards the side and waiting to be used by you. 

You kneel behind me, reaching over and pulling my hair back hard so my neck and back arch. You shove your fingers inside my pussy, curving them inside me and pushing hard against my g-spot, causing the pleasure to ripple through me. I moan loudly, trying my hardest to grind back into you. You quickly remove your fingers, spreading more of my juice over my asshole and across my cheeks. I then feel your hand come down hard against me, the wetness added with the soreness from your spanking before causing an intense sting across my skin. I cry out, a scream that turns into a guttural groan, the lines between pleasure and pain becoming blurred in my hazy, lustful state. "That's for keeping me waiting, bitch."

I then feel your finger rim around my ass, pushing slowly inside as you line the head of your cock up with my cunt. You yank back hard on my hair as you thrust your cock inside me, not waiting for me to get used to the way you fill and stretch my tight pussy around you. You drill into me, fucking me hard at a punishing pace while you add another finger to my ass. 

I moan, the prickles of an orgasm forming deep within me. I cry out for you, lost in lust and desire, submitting completely and loving being used by you. "Oh yes Sir, please, fuck me harder. Use me like the cum dump I am. Please Sir!"

You groan at the desperate plea in my voice, the way I degrade myself for you. You then slide your cock and fingers from me at the same time, causing me to whimper and beg you not to stop. You ignore me, running your fingers up from my cunt, spreading more of my wetness around my asshole. You spit on me, letting it pool against my puckering hole and drip down into my cunt. It's then I feel you line your head up against it. "Open your ass for me, whore." I relax the best I can as I feel you push yourself inside me, slowly but with a force, wanting to use me just as much as I want to be used.




Inside Her Head Ch. 03



I feel my ass stretch, the slight burn as I get used to your big cock being stuffed inside me. As I become used to the sensation, I relax completely, letting my tight little asshole swallow all of your cock until you're buried deep within me. We both groan, and your hand moves from hair to the back of my neck, pushing my face down hard into the floor. "This is only for me, slut, do you hear me? I'm going to use your ass and I don't care how much it hurts you. You're going to take it," you bark out through deep breaths. 

I feel exposed, defenseless, completely at your mercy and under your control, and it drives me mad with lust. I squeak out a barely audible 'Yes Sir' before you begin to pound into me, fucking me hard and fast and relentlessly. You reach back with your other hand and spank my ass hard. Over and over. The wet sounds of your cock fucking me, the slaps against my tender skin, our cries and gasps and moans, all fill my apartment. I can feel myself losing control underneath you, realizing with slight panic just how close I am to cumming. 

"Sir I'm going to cum, please let me cum," I shakily cry out to you through gasps and pants.

"No."

"Sir I can't take it anymore, ple-"

You reach down and twist my nipple hard, so hard I scream loud and almost collapse beneath you. "I fucking said no."

You dig your fingers into the back of my neck, pushing my face painfully into the floor. You slide your cock in and out of my ass faster, your hips smacking hard against my red, stinging skin. "Oooh my fucking God!" I scream loud, arching my back to take you, all of you, unable to concentrate on anything else. As soon as you feel this, you reach forward and slap my clit, hard and fast, the juice dripping from my cunt splattering between my legs. "Cum, slut," you growl to me. "Cum for me right now."

And I do.

I shake and convulse underneath you, bucking against you, the power of my orgasm causing me to squeeze my ass down around your cock and squirt my cum onto your hand. That's your undoing, as you give me one last punishing thrust before you unload inside me. Your seed fills me, spurt after spurt hitting me in just the way to make it seem like my orgasm lasts forever. 

My knees give out and I finally collapse, you following and falling down with your weight on top of me. We lay there, your dick still buried in my cum filled ass, coupled together trying to catch our breath.

I come around to feel you softly caressing the side of my face, placing soft kisses on the inside of my neck as your now flaccid cock slides out from me. I can feel your cum drip down from my used asshole through my pussy. I dreamily reach down between my legs, running my two fingers through my lips to lightly circle around my ass, gathering your spunk on my fingertips. I bring my hand back up and slide them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. I open my eyes to find you staring down at me with a surprised expression on your face.

"What?" I playfully reply. "I told you I wanted a taste..." I shoot you a glance, an appreciative smile forming on my lips. "Thank you for tonight, Sir."

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you sit up and pat my ass softly. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up before bed, pet. Then you can show me how thankful you are." You wink at me, stand up and I watch you as you walk into the bathroom. I hear you start the shower, letting the water run warm before turning on the shower head.

I stretch there on the floor, lifting my arms over my head and pointing my toes, the soreness of your spanks and the aftermath of my powerful orgasms still coursing through me. I feel well used and completely owned, and I don't want it to go away.

I don't realize just how many minutes go by before you stick your head out from the bathroom door and give me a playfully stern glance. You clear your throat, and I look over at you, a bashful smile on my face. "Best not keep me waiting, my dear." You narrow your eyes and crook your finger at me.

I begin to sit up, when you stop me. "Ah ah ah, pet" is all you say, glancing down at the floor and then back at me, your eyebrow raised with a smug look plastered on your face.

I lay back down and turn over onto my stomach, lifting myself up slowly onto my hands and knees. I begin to crawl towards you, keeping my shoulders low and my back arched, my ass swaying seductively behind me as I move towards you. "Coming now, Master," I call to you in a soft, content voice.

You smile down at me, placing your hand over your cock as you watch my every move. "Mm, that's my girl."

Yes Sir, I surely am.



Inside Her Head



My dirty, wanton words unravel you. You love hearing me say what a dirty bitch I am for you just as much as I love telling you. You let out a long groan before you let go of my legs and come back around to the other side of the bed. You pull me back to the edge, stretching my arms even wider, the rough rope biting into the welts already raised upon my skin. "Keep your knees bent and spread your legs. That's it, baby. Open those sloppy little fuck holes for Sir to use." As soon as I do, you grab your thick rigid cock and thrust it inside my pussy. You fill me fully, not waiting a moment. I let out a long groan, loving the feeling you stretching me completely, feeling your cock rub against the thin wall separating it from the plug in my ass. You start pounding into me, taking the belt in your hand and smacking it against my tits. I start moaning louder, feeling the pressure and heat inside me build with every sting, every ache from your cock drilling into my overly sensitive snatch. I can't take it anymore. The explosion starts off and I cry out to you. "Please Sir I can't stop it, please I'm going to cum!"

"That's it, you fucking slut. Cum. Squeeze that filthy fucking cunt around my cock." Your words completely undo me and I cum, harder than I ever have. My ass squeezing around the plug, my cunt squeezing around your cock. I scream loud, pulling hard against the restraints as my body is ravaged by the orgasm.

You follow soon, reaching down, digging your fingers into my hips as you punish me with one final thrust. You cry out as well, spurting rope and rope of thick hot cum deep inside me. You fill me, our juices mixing together and dripping from the sides of my stretched and abused little hole. You collapse on top of me, your soft cock sliding out of me with a wet gush of our fluids, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. You turn your head towards me, your hand pulling my face towards yours as your lips brush just against mine.

"What do you say now, Pet?"

"This whore says thank you, Sir."

---

A few minutes go by before I can't take the uncomfortable soreness from the plug and the restraints. I whimper, you sitting right up and undoing me. You rub each wrist and place a small kiss on either one, before moving back down between my legs and slowly releasing the plug from my ass.

"That's my girl. You pleased me quite a bit tonight, Pet. But tell me, what is it that we won't be doing again?"

"Playing with things that aren't ours, without permission, Sir," I let out in a breathy response, my eyes still closed and reeling from the mindblowing assault to my senses. I peek my them open just a bit to look over at you with a shy smile on my face. I respond with a giggle, "Although, best we not place any bets on that."

You shake your head at me and chuckle. "Cheeky little brat." You lay down and pull me into your arms, cuddling me from behind, carefully running your hands over the hot red skin of my ass and tits. I smile to myself once again. 'What a way to start the morning.' I think to myself before we both drift off back to sleep.



Inside Hillary Clinton



This is, of course, a work of imagination. Any resemblance to events in the real lives of those mentioned are entirely coincidental.

*

I've been involved in politics most of my life. Mostly in local races for candidates you've never heard of, but over time I've worked my way up and now I specialize in national contests, mostly for democratic candidates. I helped elect a democrat to congress in a Pennsylvania district that had long been a republican stronghold, and I guess that's what caught the attention of the national party.

Like a lot of people, I had mixed feelings about Hillary Clinton, but I couldn't resist such a high-profile campaign. She was the leading democratic contender, had a strong base in New York, good fundraising and incredible name recognition. These were certainly factors I could build on.

What I wasn't prepared for was the effect she had in person. At our first meeting, she took my hand in both of hers and looked me in the eyes.

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Clinton," I said,

"Hillary," she responded with a smile. "I'm so glad you're here, John," she said. Her hands were warm. "Tell me about yourself." I did so, feeling myself falling into those amazing eyes.

I was stunned. In seconds, this woman had completely pulled me in. The personal magnetism of her husband was famous, but she had always been in the background, and I was amazed to discover that her charisma was, if anything, stronger than Bill's. 

We talked for quite a long time, about her, about me, and about the campaign. After an hour, I felt like Hillary was a dear friend. I would do anything for her, and I was thrilled to be working on her presidential campaign.

Being a workaholic had always been an advantage in my business, and today was no exception. I met the staff, began to get my office organized, and plotted out my schedule for the next several days. I didn't see Hillary again that day, but I was disturbed at how often she invaded my thoughts - that brilliant smile, those deep, dark eyes, and her warm touch. I had to keep shaking off the memory and telling myself to focus on work. 

I told myself this would pass. I'm no kid to get caught up by an adolescent infatuation. But that night I kept dreaming of her and waking to find myself reaching out for...nobody. What the hell was wrong with me?

I had planned to spend the week connecting with key players in and around New York, beginning to set up more fundraising, coordinating a media campaign, the usual early stage campaign stuff. But about 5am I was awakened by a call informing me we were catching a plane to New Hampshire.

This wasn't too surprising. The Iowa and New Hampshire caucuses kicked off every presidential campaign. Although the sparsely populated states had few electoral votes, they were symbolically important. Doing well in the beginning sent a positive signal, and every candidate would be spending time in these two states in the days ahead.

The campaign staff were still being hired – in fact that was one of my jobs – so we were going to New Hampshire with just a small crew - myself, Hillary, and a couple of assistants to handle phone calls and travel details. The day was a whirlwind, seven stops in 12 hours, hundreds of hands to shake, interviews with half a dozen small papers and two radio shows. We got back to the hotel, and we were all beat. Marsha and Gail announced they were going to their room to crash and would see us in the morning. We had a 5am wakeup call. Hillary said she was going for a swim in the hotel pool and asked me to join her so we could talk about the campaign. I was exhausted, but she was the boss, and we did need some time to plan strategy. The hotel gift shop was closed, but I called the front desk, and they were able to set me up with a bathing suit – I hadn't planned on doing any swimming.

I got to the pool first, and was pleased to find it empty. Not a surprise, as it was pretty late, but I wasn't in the mood to put on a happy face for the public. I called room service and had them bring a bottle of champagne to the pool. Hillary walked in just as I hung up, wrapped in a fluffy white robe from her room. She dropped the robe on a chair and slipped into the water. I was stunned for the second time in as many days. Hillary was wearing a pretty demure one-piece suit, but it didn't hide much. She was gorgeous! All those stuffy business suits had disguised a killer body. Slim, shapely legs, a flat tummy, a nice round little butt and full breasts that were amazingly firm for a woman her age. I realized I was staring and dove into the water to hide my blush.

I swam a couple of laps in the warm water while Hillary just floated and splashed around, trying to relax after the long day. The champagne arrived and I waded over to the side to sign for it. Hillary smiled at me and said, "Oh, perfect! I love champagne!" God, that smile made we weak in the knees. What the hell was wrong with me? I poured her a glass, lifted my own, and said "To the next President."

"Oh, no," she answered, "that's bad luck. How about – to new friends."

"New friends," I replied. We drained our glasses and I poured another round. 

"Better watch out," Hillary said, moving closer to me. "I get silly when I drink champagne." She giggled. A sound I never expected to come out of that mouth, but I found it completely adorable.

"That's all right," I answered. "I'm silly all the time." We both laughed, and the tension of the day began to ease away.

After just two glasses each, the bottle was empty. I suggested another, and Hillary agreed. 

"Please have them bring it up to the room," she said. "I'm getting cold." She climbed out and toweled off. I spent a few moments admiring her figure again before she covered it with the fluffy robe.

It was late at night in New Hampshire, and it was getting a little chilly. I shivered a little in the elevator, and a look of concern came over Hillary's face. The doors opened right in front of her room, and she invited me in.

"We need to warm you up," she said. "Can't have you getting sick at the start of the campaign."

Just then room service arrived and I took care of the waiter while Hillary went to the bedroom. She came back with a couple of towels and a blanket.

"Here," she said. "Get out of that wet suit and pour us some more champagne while I go change." She vanished back into the bedroom. I stripped off the sopping bathing suit, dried myself off and wrapped myself in the blanket. Better, but still a little cold. I poured the champagne and handed Hillary a glass when she came back into the room, still in the fluffy white robe.

We both sat on the love seat in the suite's small front room and sipped our champagne. I felt a little ridiculous wrapped in a blanket with nothing underneath, but exhaustion and champagne combined to alleviate my nervousness. Hillary leaned forward to pour another glass and her robe gaped open at the top, showing enough cleavage for me to realize she had taken off her bathing suit and had nothing on underneath. She turned to hand me the glass and caught me staring. I blushed and she smiled.

"Why John," she said, "I do believe you're blushing." She laughed that warm laugh I was learning to love so much.

"I'm sorry ma'am..." I stuttered, but she held up her hand.

"Ma'am? I thought we took care of that. It's Hillary. And I may be a Senator, but I'm still woman enough to appreciate it when a man looks at me." She crossed her legs and the robe opened up to her thighs. I couldn't keep my eyes away. She straightened her legs and ran one hand down and back.

"Not too bad for an old lady, huh?" she laughed.

"Not bad at all," I answered. "And I wouldn't call you old. Any man..." I was interrupted by a violent shiver.

"Oh John," she said with a look of concern. "We have to warm you up. Come on." She pulled me out of the chair by the hand and dragged me toward the bathroom. Cranking up the hot water in the shower, she tugged at my blanket. I resisted, but she said "Come on John, this is no time to be shy." I dropped the towel and she pushed me into the shower. The hot water felt great, but I felt suddenly weak and sagged against the wall. Suddenly Hillary was in the shower with me, her arms around me holding me up. I wondered idly where the robe had gone. Part of my brain was astounded that this beautiful and famous woman was in the shower naked with me, but I was too weak and feverish to care.

Hillary supported me, turning me this way and that so the hot water would warm me all over. I felt the press of her breasts against my back, then my chest, and part of me noticed the water streaming over her back, her tight little butt and the small bush between her legs. I couldn't help the erection, and it would have been pretty hard for her not to notice. She took it in one hand.

"Well, John," she said. "I guess you're not going to die yet."

She turned off the water and rubbed me briskly with the towel, quickly drying herself as well, then pulled me toward the bedroom. Pulling back the covers, she pushed me into the bed, climbed in next to me and pulled the blankets over us. As her body heat warmed me, the shivering slowly subsided, and I began to feel warm and relaxed, and very very aroused. I lay on my back, with Hillary snuggled up next to me, her arm over my chest and one leg across mine. Her arm and leg moved slowly over my body, and her hips began moving slightly with a familiar urgency. 

"John," she said with a husky voice. "Are you sleepy?"

"Um, no, not really," I replied.

"Good," she said, and pulled me into a fierce kiss. Her lips and tongue never stopped moving. It was as if she had been starved for kisses for a long time. More than kisses.

Hillary rolled on top of me and continued kissing me. Her hands twined in my hair and pulled me eagerly to her. Her breasts pressed into my chest and her knees were on either side of my waist. She kissed my neck and my chest, then slowly drifted down, her nipples lightly grazing my chest and belly and her lips exploring my body. My erection felt achingly huge as her mouth moved teasingly closer, then away again. Her tongue flicked out and licked my thighs, my navel and my belly. I felt precum oozing from my aching member. Suddenly Hillary's warm mouth engulfed my cock. The sensation was indescribable. Her tongue slid wetly around my shaft as her mouth moved slowly up and down. One of Hillary's hands followed her mouth, stroking me up and down. The other hand slid around my balls, stroking and tickling them.

I began lifting my hips to push myself deeper into her mouth. She moaned and took it all eagerly. My hands stroked her back, her hair and her shoulders, touching her everywhere I could reach. I was overcome with the most lustful feelings I had ever experienced. I wanted to touch her everywhere, fill her, possess her, take her again and again,

Hillary responded to my urgent motions and turned her body parallel to mine. Her mouth and hands still sliding up and down my raging hard-on, she slid one leg over my chest, straddling me. Her little bush was inches from my face. Its musky aroma was intoxicating. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her closer, burying my face in her moist snatch. The softness of her bush, the fragrance of her wet pussy, were irresistible. I licked from her clit to the base of her pussy and back again. I nibbled the soft folds of her labia. My tongue circled her clit and I pulled at it with my lips. She began making little strangled sounds and pushing her pussy harder into my face. Hillary's clit was hot and swollen to twice its previous size. I flicked my tongue over it rapidly, my fingers now stroking the sides of her cunt. She was dripping with love juices.

The taste of Hillary's juices was driving me wild, and I pumped my huge swollen cock harder into her mouth as she ground her pussy into my face, her fingers urging my balls to empty their load into her. My fingers were now sliding in and out of her wet swollen pussy as my lips pulled and sucked at her aching clit. Suddenly I couldn't take it any more. I erupted in a huge orgasm, my cum shooting into her like a fire hose. Hillary screamed and shook in the throes of her own powerful orgasm, her lips clamped firmly on my cock as her pussy throbbed and shuddered in my face. I poured one stream after another into her mouth while she valiantly tried to swallow it all. A little cum overflowed and ran down her chin.

Shuddering once more, Hillary slid off of me and turned to lie next to me again, her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her and lay there dazed and astounded. I turned my head and she kissed me. With one finger I wiped the cum off her chin and she caught my finger with her mouth, sucking it off and giggling.

"Wouldn't want to waste any," she said, snuggling back into my neck. Hillary put one arm on my cock and sighed.

"That was incredible," she said. "Do you always come so much?"

"No, not always," I answered. "Just when I'm extremely turned on."

"She giggled again. "Then I'll take it as a compliment. How are you feeling? Do you need to sleep?"

I was exhausted, but at that moment, I didn't care if I ever slept again.

"No, I'm fine. You?"

"I'm great," she said with a laugh. "You seem to be feeling better." Her hand slid up and down my stiffening cock.

It was true. Whatever I'd been feeling before, it was gone. Guess she burned it out of me. And what her hand was doing felt...wonderful.

Hillary dipped her head and took my cock in her mouth again. It quickly rose to full size and she pulled her head away, then climbed on top of me. She sat astride me and I was awed at her beauty. Small, but perfect. My hands ran over her hips, up her little waist and cupped her surprisingly full breasts. She sighed and placed her hands over mine, pressing them into her breasts. I felt her nipples harden under my hands and I pulled her down to me, my lips finding a nipple. Hillary moaned and arched her back. Her hand reached down and found my straining cock. Lifting her hips, she guided me into her steaming snatch and impaled herself on my cock. 

"Yesss," she said softly. "That feels so good." 

Hillary lifted her hips and slowly lowered herself again, then again. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down, taking me in even deeper. I lifted my hands to her hips but she pushed them away.

"Just lie still," she said.

I let me hands drop to the bed and I lay there, focused intently on the feeling of Hillary's hot cunt sliding up and down my cock. She was incredibly tight, and the sensation was incredible. Her beautiful breasts bobbed in my face with each stroke. She bit her lower lip in concentration and began moving faster, a guttural "Ugh, ugh" coming from her throat at each stroke. Pushing against my chest, she raised herself almost upright, bouncing up and down now, almost coming free of my cock on the upstroke. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Oh my God, Oh my FUCKING God. YES YES YES" She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hair flying in my face and her tits bouncing against my chest. She collapsed on top of me, her lungs heaving, sweat dripping from her face. I put my arms around her. Her breathing slowed gradually.

"Holy Jesus," she said. "I guess I needed that." She slid one hand down between my legs and felt my cock where it was still impaling her swollen cunt. She took my cock in her hand as she pulled herself free of me with a gasp. She shuddered with another small orgasm.

"Oh my God" she said, her hand stroking me. "I guess we need to take care of you, you poor thing. But my pussy is all worn out for now."

My cock felt enormous in her hand as she stroked it up and down. She held it firmly as she lifted her self and gave me a long deep kiss. Her tongue still in my mouth, Hillary lowered herself again until the tip of my cock was just below the base of her pussy. She lifted her face, and I saw her bite her lower lip again, her eyes closed, as she guided my cock into her waiting asshole. I felt resistance and she kept pushing down. Her asshole opened slowly as she took me inside, the warm walls closing back around my shaft as I penetrated. With a moan, she pushed herself all the way down, taking my entire length inside her.

I have never been so out of my head with a woman. Like most American men, I had admired Hillary and fantasized about her from afar, but I couldn't come to grips with the reality. She was not only even more beautiful in person, and far more sexy, she was an incredibly skilled and passionate lover. Hillary Clinton, every man's fantasy, had sucked my cock, fucked me silly, and was now begging me to fuck her in the ass.

"Harder, John. Please, harder, harder." She shoved herself down against me with a grunt, slid back up and plunged down again, taking my whole huge cock deep into her ass. I lost it. Grabbing her hips, I began pounding into her, lifting her off the bed with each stroke,

"God, yes, that's it," she screamed. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your big cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!! OH FUCK!!!"

I let out an incoherent roar and bucked so hard she almost flew off. Hilary let out a ragged scream as a shattering orgasm swept over her and my cum exploded into her hot asshole. I lifted my hips over and over, watching her bounce above me, her beautiful tits flying in the air and back down, her face twisted in ecstasy. Hot cum spilled back over my cock and Hillary collapsed on my chest, both of us gasping for breath.

The bedside phone rang. I grabbed it and heard Marsha's voice, "We have breakfast with the governor in thirty minutes. Coffee for two is on the way." I hung up and turned to Hillary. She kissed me and we both laughed.

*

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