2 comments/ 27123 views/ 2 favorites Mallet By: SexOrnate How many times in one day could a person check their e-mail and still have nothing in the inbox? I was about to find out. This was the end of my first week of vacation time and being at home was driving me crazy. I held my breath to see if my query had been answered and a tingle of excitement rushed to my fingertips as her message opened up. "7402 Trento Avenue. 3:00 pm ~Madame Severine." I felt lightheaded in anticipation as I read and re-read the brief message. Someone had finally directed my strange request after nearly a month of seemingly endless searches. I could not imagine a time before the safe and anonymous days of the internet to seek out such a person. But my days of faceless inquiries were nearly over. I had less than three hours of silence before I was to meet this woman in person. No hiding, lying or keeping a safe distance from what I desired most: the mallet. I had to contain my restlessness by not stimulating myself in any way. I had to approach this in a chaste and solemn manner. I was surprised at how close her establishment was to my home. Only a little over three miles and I was about to pull into the back lot of this otherwise plain looking salon. The brown and white sign indicated sauna, massage and showers. Sort of odd considering this was in a somewhat industrial stretch of highway. I sat in my car for a minute before checking my surroundings. The world seem to be watching as I made it to the front door of the business yet there was most likely no one even looking my way. Not even the girl at the desk looked when I walked inside. She seemed sort of put out when she finally looked up from her magazine and snapped her gum. "Yeah?" "Hi, I...I am here to see Mrs. Severine." I said under my breath. I still couldn't help but be secretive although the girl was perfectly aware of my intentions. Without even responding she turned and pressed a button. I waited. "She'll be a minute. Go sit and wait." she said nodding toward a rattan chair. I walked over to the chair and before I could pick up a magazine the door opened. I had no idea what to expect in terms of appearances but she definitely looked the part. Her hair was big and overdone. Her sheer black blouse was opened below her cleavage and her black denim skirt gave her the look of a hardened woman. She had seen many types – including my own – before and she, too, snapped her gum as though I might be a burden to her. "Are you Grey?" "Yes. Yes I am" I stammered as she gestured me past her. She didn't bother introducing herself since it was I who wanted something and we both knew it. I knew she meant business when she dispensed with the small talk. We walked down a short hall and I entered the only room with an open door. This room was sparse and had an unusual adjustable chair in the middle. The seat was at a forty-five degree incline and could've been used as a weight bench. "Remove your pants and underwear, please." she said snapping her gum. I was surprised she said please. I removed both and handed them to the woman. Madame hardly noticed my semi-flaccid cock as she took my clothes. This was still a bit like undressing for a nurse except this woman was going to do something to me a nurse wouldn't dream of. "Sit down, please." I hurriedly straddled the narrow seat and adjusted myself to the cold vinyl. Madame had taken it upon herself to fish out a fifty from my wallet before draping the pants over a moveable cabinet. I waited in anticipation while she opened a drawer. She pulled out a gag and a flat, triangular beanbag – just big enough to fit in her palm. I instinctively held my hands over my genitals but removed them as she came closer. "What's that for?" I asked. She waited to answer after she had lifted my balls with her long, manicured nails. "It's a beanbag." There wasn't much else to say as my balls rested against the tight bag. I kind of figured it out. She walked around behind me and attempted to place the gag over my head. "No. That isn't necessary," I objected. "Yes it is." "No, really. I'm okay." She stopped for a moment and leaned over for eye contact. "This will hurt and you will cry. I have a business to run and I cannot have screams permeating these walls. Do you understand?" I nodded while she fitted the cloth gag into my mouth. "I am sorry but that is my policy," she said with a hint of apology. She headed toward the cabinet as I tried to adjust the gag pinching my cheek. The woman turned just in time to see it fall from my mouth. She was not happy about this. "It was an accident" I pleaded. She was not so kind as she replaced it tightly. A second strap was buckled behind my neck for safe measure. "I told you it was necessary. Now I must make sure you will comply." A set of handcuffs were removed from the drawer and soon my wrists were bound behind me and the chair. "Again, I'm sorry but we're surrounded by businesses." This was not a problem since she could tell I was becoming aroused. I grunted in an attempt at some sign of helpless modesty. I was near full length when she commented. "Nice cock! This will make my job easier." In an instant she produced a large rubber mallet. I swear the blood emptied from both my heads. The mallet had cleat-like points especially for tenderizing meat. I was going to be tenderized right there in the chair. I had only read about this and for some odd reason the thought aroused me. I reminded myself of how lucky I was to have found this woman. Another option was thirty minutes away - a man self-titled "The Nutcracker Sweet" who enjoyed crushing men's nuts for free. He also claimed to break in male slaves. Inviting, but no thanks. "Oh, no! We've got to get you back up!" she lamented. My cock had fallen forward in dismay. But the problem was soon remedied by Madame's intervention. She pumped the spout of an institution-sized jug of lubricant into her hand. It was evident she went through a lot of it. With one hand goopy, she began to unbutton the rest of her blouse. Her expert hand unclasped her stringy bra that snapped open in the front. Her boobs bounced together as they swayed into position. Still, with only one hand, she tucked both sides of her blouse under her belt in order to reveal her entire breasts. Both sagging boob had heavy gauged rings through her erect nipples. A tattoo beneath her right boob read "Carl's Bitch". Wow. She really was hardened. And so was I. Madame began to slather my cock with the gel. Slowly she pushed and pulled her hand the length of my cock. Her pendulous boobs swayed in cadence to her motion as she leaned in to adjust my balls. My tight sack caused her to utter something under her breath but I could not hear over my heavy breathing. I wanted to feel her nipples but I strained in the metal of the cuffs. I closed my eyes and missed her reaching for a lever on the chair. I felt the chair descending to the floor and I opened my eyes. Madame had crouched down to where I could see the white panties up her skirt. She helped bend my knees to where they were nearly touching the floor but not quite. Everything she did methodically but it was a complete surprise when she slowly closed her mouth over the tip of my penis. Her tongue worked my head for a few seconds before she deep-throated me twice. This was not part of the deal but soon she was back to business as she pulled my cock tight against my abdomen and raised the mallet over her head with one hand. I had only an instant to catch my breath and close my eyes before a dull thump filled the room. There was a moment before the pain where I was not sure what happened. She had hit my tight balls squarely with the mallet before the rubber menace fell from her hands to the floor. My body tensed as I bellowed in agony. She was right. There was no way to contain my outburst other than a gag. I bit down on it while nearly hyperventilating. I did not notice her catching my semen in a cloth as my orgasm spewed from my steadily shrinking cock. "Okay. You're going to be okay." she said as she unfastened my gag and handcuffs. I leaned over and fell from the chair into a fetal position on the floor while catching my breath. "Get up. I have a 3:30." She was unapologetic as she squeezed her boobs back into her bra. This should've been a turn-on for me but I could not focus on anything but my crushed testicles. I pulled my pants on as she helped me toward the back door. "You'll want to get some ice on those," she said. "And maybe see your doctor in a day or two." For some reason I thanked the woman as I hobbled to my car. I could barely sit down let alone shift as I made my way home. I felt like throwing up as my balls grew to the size of an orange. My cock hung there helplessly as if to say, "What have you done?" I was able to take it easy and recoup for the remainder of my vacation time. But my sick curiosity had gotten the best of me when I opened my e-mail once again to find another appointment with Madame Severine. This time I will pass on the Mallet. Mallie's One Night Plan Marie looked at her frame in the mirror, still surprisingly pleased at the image of the sexy woman staring back at her, and adjusted her impressive tits so that they protruded just a bit more from the top of her revealing blouse. Forty-four years old last week, a young widow less than fifteen months ago after she returned home from work as an administrator at the local college to find her husband, eleven years her senior, sprawled out on the floor, passed into eternity from a sudden massive heart attack, leaving Marie all alone. The couple had never been able to conceive a child, and for most of the last lonely year Marie sequestered herself into emotional isolation, alone. All alone. Too young and vibrant to be so alone, celibate for fifteen long months. And horny. So fucking horny by now. God, how she needed to be fucked, long and hard. There was a world's difference between tender lovemaking and a good, proper fucking. She wasn't ready for any emotional commitment in her life, but she craved, needed, her body to be sated. Marie was confident that she had made a good choice as she dressed for her date today. It was time, her humid pussy screamed to her, this was the day. Mallie was what her close friends called her, for her crystal blue eyes, reminiscent of those of a malamute, the Alaskan Husky breed. She preferred Mallie, actually, it allowed her to secretly become someone other than her normal, conservative professional persona in this close-knit New England community. She used a derivation of her nickname to sign on to her recent discreet hobby of dating sites. She and her husband had always enjoyed a healthy, active, though uncreative sex life, and as Mallie delved into the many, many options available on the Internet designed to poke and prod at the imagination of lonely widows such as herself, she found herself becoming increasingly intoxicated with an idea that she had never before considered, even in her single days before marriage. A steamy, no-strings-attached, one night stand. Mallie turned clockwise and saw that the lacy top of her baby blue thong that peeked over the back of her low-rise, hip-hugging jeans by about an inch. She smiled, she liked the idea of being the teasing seductress today, she and her date had already confirmed plans that she would be making a drive into the scenic Hudson Valley to meet him, perhaps a hundred miles away, and she had already booked a room at that local Hilton for tonight. A one-night stay. She adjusted the top button on her sheer, summery cotton blouse so that her ample, lightly freckled breasts jiggled liberally within the not-too-tight confines of her cream-colored bra. She dabbed a trace of her favorite musky perfume into her cleavage and rubbed her legs together in an unsuccessful attempt to cease the constant dripping within her thighs. As she shut her townhouse door behind her, she thought to herself that she was going to have a cock inside of her before she returned home tomorrow, the first other than her late husband's in almost ten years. She let the top of her convertible down and let the warm wind blow through her thick, strawberry-blonde mane as she headed west on Interstate 84 for the drive to the West Point, New York area, home to the United States Military Academy. Her date, her Internet connection, was coming south from Albany, and they decided this would be a good middle ground to meet and spend the day touring the vineyards of the Valley. Neither the location nor the choice of man was made indiscriminately. Mallie selected the comfort of a discreet location as well as a man who didn't live within a hundred miles. She knew she wouldn't want to see him again, he was to be there with his cock only for her pleasure. One-night only, she told herself again and again. This plan had been percolating within her mind for at least six months, hundreds of masturbation sessions and several dozen used batteries ago. Only her date wasn't yet privy to Mallie's plan, he sincerely thought this was just going to be a day trip with the pretty, yet rather reserved woman he conversed with electronically and telephonically. It was to be a lucky day for him indeed. They met in the parking lot of a small strip center so that they could leave one car behind while they traversed the day's tours in one car, preferably his. He didn't know it at the time, of course, but it was directly across the street from the Hilton where Mallie had booked herself this evening. She saw him first as she pulled in, he was already standing next to his Lexus, nervously tapping his sandal-clad feet on the hot asphalt. She was pleased that he looked as he did in the photos they had shared, five-feet-ten, a slight paunch, but otherwise the muscular body of a former athlete, salt-and-pepper hair, navy blue Izod shirt and khaki shorts, mmm, and nice legs. Maybe it was her imagination, Mallie thought, but could that bulge in his crotch indicate 'commando'.....? His name was John, and he was in the throes of a separation and the beginning of a custody battle for his only son, and he himself hadn't been laid, in, oh, about fifteen months, by his own reckoning. He didn't notice Mallie until she was already walking up behind him, just a few feet away, and as he turned, he made his own first instant mental inventory of his date's attributes. "Look at those tits," he thought. "On her particular frame, huge. Wow." What he said, though, was, "You must be Marie?", and extended his hand politely, hoping that her reply was in the affirmative. Mallie eased right past John's extended hand and leaned her body into his own in a warm, introductory embrace, but not before John glanced downward and saw the freckled globes of Marie's beautiful tits, her nipples somehow hidden despite the cleavage tumbling out of her blouse. "Hi, John, so nice to finally meet you," Mallie said, pressing her breasts into his chest. "I'm not sure if I told you, but my friends call me Mallie, my nickname. So, let's be friends, shall we?" She squeezed him even tighter, and Mallie knew right way that her initial observation was correct. No underwear for John today, she mused, and a nice package indeed. She pushed her thigh against his crotch and wiggled her upper leg on his hardening dick almost imperceptibly. John led Mallie over to his car for their ride to the first vineyard, admiring her sexy gait as as she walked ahead of him, her thong string still strategically poking well above the waistline of her jeans, achieving the desired effect of further stiffening John's shorts. He also got much more than a glimpse of Mallie's magnificent tits as she eased downward into the passenger seat as he held the door for her. "Such a gentleman," she cooed. "Just admiring the fantastic scenery," he gushed. While again glancing downward at his cock dancing beneath his shorts as he shut the door, her eyes level with his waist, she saw the material stretching visibly, she licked her lips and softly uttered, "Me too." John took the cue and leaned into the open window and kissed her softly, gently, on the lips. Mallie returned his soft kiss with an accelerated passion, swirling her warm tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, savoring her taste, and wondered if she tasted this sweet all over, and if he would get the chance to find out. She did, and he would. They headed north on the lazy, secluded back roads of the Hudson Valley, eschewing the hustle and bustle of Rte. 9 and the New York Thruway. They made easy conversation as they stopped first at the country's oldest operating vineyard in Washingtonville, where they purchased a bottle each of red and white, and then continued slightly northwest to just above Newburgh, where no fewer than seven wineries were listed on the informational map that Mallie had taken the time to procure from the Internet, always the planner. They decided that one particular vineyard named Benmarl looked the most scenic and romantic, nestled along the bluffs high above the Hudson River, and when they arrived, they were pleased to find a secluded walking trail that meandered along the cliffs for about a half-mile. John gathered a blanket from his trunk, they purchased some cheese and crackers from the quaint little gift shop in the winery, and they headed out for their impromptu picnic, accompanied by only the screeching of the hawks and eagles sailing high over the beautiful hillside. They held hands as they walked slowly along the narrow trail, saying little, enjoying the beauty of nature and the quiet, comfortable company of each other. They saw no one else on the trail, which gave both of them thoughts that they did not share with the other, but the ideas were similar. They reached a bluff that had an overlook of the river valley below, and they decided this would be the spot for their picnic. John spread the blanket on the cool grass as Mallie walked to the railing of the overlook. John watched and admired her walk, she had the sexiest walk, he thought, almost cat-like, graceful, unhurried, subtly sensual. Her thong string had jutted out farther from her jeans, adding to the allure, stimulating John's imagination as well his loins. He walked softly up behind Mallie, who realized his presence only when he was almost upon her. She did not turn around, yet continued to look skyward, enjoying the shrieking birds' calls echoing through the hillside. She said to him softly, barely audible, "Beautiful view, isn't it? Just beautiful." John ran his finger along the soft skin of Mallie's exposed backbone, tracing a oh, so gentle line with the very tip, lightly touching the silky fabric of her thong. Mallie's heart jumped in her chest, well, really, it fluttered. Oh, she had forgotten how desirous a man's simple touch could be. The goose bumps that rose on Mallie's bare back did not go unnoticed by John. He stepped closer to her so that his crotch gently eased into Mallie's backside, and agreed, "Yes, simply beautiful. A gift of nature to be enjoyed." She leaned back into him almost involuntarily so that her ass did a soft grind onto John's pelvis area, and she sighed. John continued the erotic gentle touching, almost tickling, on Mallie's back, running another fingertip horizontally across her skin, and with the other hand, he picked up her thick, cascading, wind-tossed strawberry blonde hair in his palm and began to run the back of his palm vertically along the top of Mallie's spine, just below her neck. He leaned forward at the hip. She leaned backward. They could feel each other's breath in tandem as they gently rocked into one another. His top hand made its way over Mallie's shoulders and onto her collarbone, lingering there for a moment, and then continued its slow, southern descent, grazing the top of Mallie's breasts, running his index finger into the deep cleavage, and then, almost like a master thief picking a lock, he undid the top button of Mallie's pastel-colored blouse so that her bra was now tumbling into view and he ever so gently ran two fingers beneath the cup of her right breast and pinched her pink, hardening nipple between his fingers. Mallie closed her eyes as she felt the immediate tingle of her excitement rise deep within her. John moved his lower hand from her back to her stomach, rubbing softly below her navel, still pulling on her pearl-hard nipple with the other hand, listening to her accelerated breathing, taking his cues, reveling in her arousal. At once, he found the hook on the front of Mallie's bra, unsnapped it, and at the same time, he lowered the zipper on her jeans halfway down. Mallie didn't even have time to react, so subtle and tender were John's manual administrations, but she now became aware that her breasts were spilling out of their cover and John's had eased one finger through the minuscule hole that he created in Mallie's jeans and one finger was inching through it and downward to touch the thin fabric of Mallie's thong, just above her slit. Almost as if overtaken by a foreign spirit within her, Mallie cupped both of her own hands around her firm but soft tits and held them up for John, silently urging John to suck on them. John understood instinctively and cocked his head at almost a forty-five degree angle and took Mallie's right breast within his lips and kissed and kneaded her nipple with his tongue and teeth, while his lower hand's index finger snaked under Mallie's silky thong and found her engorged clit beneath the material. Though Mallie was blissfully unaware of this, her own screeching caused the hawks above to suspend themselves in midair, trying to find the source of the wailing love call below them. It was Mallie's moan of ecstasy echoing among the tree tops, bouncing off of the hillsides, the simple tender, expert touch of a man's fingertip on her lonely clit evoking the primal response of a sudden, massive explosion that rocked deep within her legs, sending small currents of liquid running down her thighs, which now clenched unconsciously as John continued to flick one finger over her bud while gently biting on her swelling, heaving breast. She wailed again, louder, longer, and her legs nearly collapsed from beneath her, as John eased yet another finger into her dripping cunt, her jeans nearly sliding down her leg due to John's rhythmic finger-fucking, a second stronger orgasm quickly following her first. Mallie's eyes welled up with tears, such was the intensity of her body's reaction to the simple flicking of a well-placed tongue and finger or two. John surmised, correctly, intuitively, that Mallie's tears were expressions of pleasure, and he tenderly walked her over to the blanket, trying to keep Mallie from stumbling over the jeans now bunched around her knees, and he lay her down gently, lifted her legs over his shoulders, pulled the jeans from her legs, tossed them to the ground, and lowered his mouth to the front of Mallie's now saturated thong, and began to run his tongue up and down the silk barely covering her thick labia, protruding through the sheer lace. When he took his fingers and poked the material tightly into Mallie's hole, her stomach heaved, her ass rocketed from the blanket, and a thick gush of milky liquid oozed from under the thong. John had an intuition from Mallie's orgiastic responses that it must have been quite some time since Mallie had indulged in such carnal adventure, and decided that this particular act of lustful spontaneity would be simply about her relief. he pulled the thong aside and wrapped his lips firmly around Mallie's impossibly swollen clit, visibly pulsating through the hood, and curled one long finger deep into her the upper channel of her love canal, stroking the inner wall of her tunnel, eventually reaching the spongy mass within, and caressed her there manually while he sucked and licked on her clit. Over the next ten minutes, she came and came and came, tears pouring down her face almost as heavily as the pools of liquid that gushed from her gaping cunt, torrential downpours of passion soaking his face. he looked up to wipe the cum from his eyes to se the sight of Mallie writhing on the blanket in a rocking motion, mumbling incoherently in deep husky, guttural, repetitive groan, smashing her own heaving breasts together in her own cupped palms, and he realized she almost didn't notice that he was up on his knees over her and was unzipping his fly, releasing his own need, and his cock flopped out of his shorts, saluting high in the air to the soaring eagles above, and he flipped his cock against her cunt until she understood. She opened her blue eyes, blazing with lust, and gave him the demand in her most primal, succinct way. "Fuck me." He started by rasing her legs over his shoulders in a "X" position, pumping only halfway in, teasing her, as she ordered, "Hard, dammit, fuck me hard, fuck me, I...... want....... it...... hard, rough, fill me, give me that cock." He brought a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, and she immediately complied, like a puppy discovering that only by obedience would the entire treat be provided, and he rolled her onto her side, liftedd one long leg in the air in a bow-and-arrow position and began to pump into her more urgently. Seflishly, he wanted to prolong his own excitement, as he was already close to coming, and knew that if he acquiesced to her admonitions that he would lose his seed within her quickly. So, he changed positions about every two minutes. He raised her on her knees and pounded her doggy-style, which resulted in yet another decibel-raising shriek from Mallie as he pulled her long hair tightly, and he watched the veins on her neck nearly burst as she shuddered in another orgasm. He next pulled her wrists behind her, pulled her up from the waist, and plunged into her relentlessly as his heavy balls slapped against Mallie's firm but quivering as cheeks, and he reached around her torso to twiddle her clit once again into another release, and finally, he stood, pulled her up, turned her around, and held her body against him standing up as they kissed wildly, tongues dancing together in their mouths as their pelvic regions simultaneously pummeled the other's, and with a final, hard grab of Mallie's ass, he shot his own thick streams of cum deep into Mallie's thoroughly sated and now swollen cunt, and they collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. They never noticed the young farmhand peeking his head from behind his harvesting machine until he gunned his engine and hurried back to the winery barn, his cock still dripping cum from his masturbation session in appreciation of the unexpected show. To this day, the young man considered it his summer bonus. Priceless. Perhaps it was the fact that she was naked, or perhaps it was the warm sun causing her heated just-fucked body to heat up even more, or perhaps it was because she had just been taken and controlled, or perhaps it was the knowledge that they had just been surreptitiously watched, or perhaps it was all of the above, but Mallie had an urge to turn the tables and take control herself. While John still valiantly attempted to get his second wind, before he knew what hit him, it was literally Mallie's warm mouth enveloping his still rigid cock as she dropped to her knees in front of him, the grass staining her knees in the unmistakable hue of outdoor blow-job green. Such was his excitement, John had never lost his hard-on, and Mallie took full advantage of this delectable opportunity. After all, even though Mallie had just had a cock inside of her for the first time in over a year, she hadn't TASTED a cock, and taste she did. Mallie grabbed John's ass cheeks firmly in her surprisingly strong hands and bobbed her head frantically, sucking almost his entire long shaft in a just a few gobbles, and went about sucking the musky collection of their cum off of John's cock with all of the intensity of a meter maid writing out a ticket. She paused briefly, only to look up at John, unsmiling, fully focused on the task at hand, and said, "I don't have a gag reflex. Hold on." Those were the most romantic words that Mallie had uttered today, John thought. Almost stunned at the zeal of Mallie's quick-hitting oral assault, John indeed held on to the back of Mallie's skull, turning her head into an impromptu balance beam, and the harder he face-fucked her, the more she groaned in delight, his thick cock regaining full hardness while bouncing off the inside of Mallie's cheeks, her mouth expanding to capture the girth. There was nothing remotely tender about Mallie's technique, it was sensational, but almost clinical in its complete void of even a hint of emotional attachment. As Mallie urgently sucked and sucked, John couldn't help but to let his mind wander as to the source of this beautiful woman's obvious need to just absorb and provide sexual pleasure without revealing anything remotely intimate about herself, other than her body, of course. But there would be a time in the future when he could further contemplate and ponder that, he decided. Mallie's One Night Plan For now, he held on for dear life, watched his cock being expertly sucked, and thought of the old Rocky Balboa line that Rock used in describing his interest in Adrian to her brother, Paulie, in understated eloquence, "Hey, yo, she got gaps, I got gaps, together we fill gaps." Mallie's oral gap was soon to be filled with another hot burst of John's semen, and mallie recognized the long-forgotten sensation of a man's impending explosion, so she pulled away slightly, continued to stroke John fervently with both hands now, and demanded, "My face, cum on my face." So he did. Again and again and again, the stream eventually oozing down onto Mallie's big tits, and she scooped it up as one would do with a dripping ice cream cone, and lathered the cum on her finger tip and licked it up. Yum. Vanilla pecan. Now that she had completed her mission, Mallie couldn't get dressed fast enough and rebuffed John's efforts to hug and embrace her. She walked briskly back down the trail, John following hopelessly behind, unable to match her expedient gait, and Mallie went straight past the winery's gift house and to the car in the parking lot. The elderly vineyard owner was on the look-out for the lovers' return, however, having been alerted by his grandson about the outdoor carnal display the young lad had witnessed. The man watched Mallie race by his window, cum still splattered on her hair, and thought to himself, "That must have been one helluva picnic." Mallie was silent on the drive back to her own car, refusing to acknowledge John's gentlemanly efforts to ask her what was wrong, slapping his hands away repeatedly as he tried to console her with soft touches on the leg. Her mind was a mess, she wanted only to be alone. Again. Yes, she had just been fucked, and had the hottest raw sex that she had ever enjoyed, but her insides churned in confusion. The drive home went in a flash, and she rushed from John's car to her own, ignoring his pleas, "Mallie, wait, please, will I ever see you again? Mallie?" She called over her shoulder to John, "Sorry, that's not my plan." He gazed at her forlornly, truly heartbroken. She checked into her hotel, ignoring the desk clerk's startled stares at this beautiful woman's condition, hair askew, blouse still half-unbuttoned, and what appeared to be a white, sticky substance matting her forehead. When she finally procured the key, she literally ran to her hotel room, stripped off her clothes, and dashed for the shower, wishing the water would drown her sorrow. She emerged from the shower and curled up, naked, in the fetal position on her hotel bed, and rocked herself back and forth, sobbing. She realized all too well that this wasn't what she wanted, after all. She was still alone, unable to convey any affection, any emotional attachment, and she had just run away from the nicest man and the most talented lover, a combination that she so desired, craved, and she would never see him again, she knew. She was ashamed of herself, depressed, and wondered if she would ever be able to have a normal, loving relationship again. It wasn't just sex that she needed, Mallie now realized. It was love. I need someone to love me, and for me to love them with all my heart, she thought, as she sobbed herself to sleep. After driving home the next morning, Mallie spent the rest of her weekend determined to prepare to absorb herself again in her job, essentially denying the ambivalent emotions within her, hoping that if she just ignored her self-disgust, the feelings would eventually abate, she could forget about the weekend, and John, and just go about her own lonely existence. Life was easier that way, less painful. She arrived a bit later than usual on Monday morning, as school was still out for the summer and it was not a busy time. it was almost ten when she arrived at her office door and saw them. Two dozen roses at the foot of her office doorstep. She was stunned. She opened the card's envelope hesitantly and read the words of the first line that John Lennon had written many decades ago, but they were timeless, and oh, so appropriate right now. "Life is what happens when you're busy making plans, Mallie." The next line contained only her weekend lover's own words. It was exactly what she needed to hear, and her heart opened like the Grinch's on Christmas morning as she read them. "I could love you. Please let me. Love, John." They were married fifteen months later. Mallika On The Sets Of Khawish This incident happened on the sets of Khawish, Mallika Sherawat's flick. We all remember the bikini scene in which she and Himanshu get more than a little cosy. During the shooting of that famous scene, Himanshu decided to play a practical prank on her. As they stood under the waterfall, he yanked off her bikini bottoms and exposed her buttocks and pussy for all to see. And what a trmendous sight it was! But that plan backfired on him. You see, Mallika is a woman pround of her 36 C breasts and amazing bod. She did not bother to cover herself up but yanked off Himanshu's trunks, exposing for all his erect penis, which though fully erect was not more than five inches in size. Himanshu had not bargained for letting this secret of his out in the open. He felt embarassed and tried to cover up his genitals but Mallika stopped him. "You have spent all this time grabbing my breasts and ass, and kissing me at every other opportunity available," she told him, "Now it is my turn to have some fun." With that, she went down on him and enclosed her mouth around his prick. The unit was not really shocked as this was an occurrence in almost every movie. But, normally it involved established actresses or actors sexually exploiting their lesser known co-stars. This was a rare occasion in which new comer had done this. Normally, it was a power game where the lesser known actor was shown his/her place. So, the crew seldom got turned on by it. But, there was this raw animal passion in Mallika that riled them all up considerably. Very soon pants were unzipped and skirts were pulled down as they got busy masturbating themselves or each other. Meanwhile, Mallika had manage to swallow Himanshu's cock whole. It was not really that difficult considering his small size. But she was hungry for a cock. She had fucked the director last night as part of her 'obligations' but the bastard did not even last five minutes. Himanshu was doing a better job, probably because he was slightly nervous due to his size and that prevented him from getting very charged up. Good, she thought. She undid her top, and put Himanshu's hands on her breasts - those milky white beauties! He massaged them slowly, pinching her nipples every once in a while. He looked around. It had become one wild orgy with everyone doing everyone else. The sex did not matter. In this industry, men and women swing both ways. Slowly Mallika turned around and bent over, exposing to him her moist thatch. His cock easily slid in and they began their fucking. It was intense, both highly sexually charged up. Mallika could not stop screaming as she went into her orgasmic highs. Himanshu was humping her like a bull in heat. He was amazed by this woman's lust. He was certain if she was anyone else, her pussy would have been sore by his fucking. Such was his the intensity of their fucking. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!," Mallika egged him on. And he knew this was one woman who was letting up her pent up sexual frustration after a long time. He was getting close as she shuddered with one big orgasmic spasm. He quickly pulled his dick out of her cunt and shot his wad all over her beautiful ass cheeks. But, Mallika was not done. She spread her legs wide and invited all the crew to come and give her a piece of their cock. They came in twos, one doing her cunt, the other her mouth. She timed her blowjobs so that both men came together in their respective holes. By the time she was done she had swallowed enough cum to give her indigestion, and enough had been discharged in her womb that when she got up, it trailed all the way down to her feet. "Well, now that you are all done," said the director Govind Menon, "How about giving me some good shots?" They both dressed, and passed each other a wink. They knew they were far from done with each other. The night had a lot more more them. Mallin Prepares Ashira Ashira Modark leaned her petite frame against the balcony rail and sighed as she glanced upon the twin moons of Kahlar, located in the southern sky. Her waist length pale blue hair flowed out behind her as the breeze caressed it and occasionally a heavy lock would fall gently against the small of her back resulting in a small uncontrollable shiver. The pupils in her keen silver eyes expanded slowly as they adjusted to the dark and she ran her long fingers over her arm in an absent minded way as she looked out into the distance. He would be coming tonight.... she thought to herself. Ashira's large nipples strained against the silken robe and she cursed quietly at her own bodies betrayal. Her small hands curled into a fist and she slammed them against the balcony rail. A muted chuckle coming from behind her caused Ashira to spin around in surprise. "Why so angry, my daughter?" Ashira narrowed her eyes and glared at the imposing figure of her father. "Like you need to voice that question, father," she muttered. He frowned and walked towards her. As he did so he let his eyes take in the sight of his only offspring and he found himself holding his breath as he did so. She was magnificent. The very image of her mother. King Jarred frowned slightly at the thought of his now deceased wife, wishing she could be here to ease the fear of their only child on this night. "There is nothing to be overly frightened of, Ashira... it is the way of our people... and you are the heir to the throne, it is your duty to carry out," he lowered his voice aiming for gentleness to soothe Ashira's nerves. But she would have naught of it. She turned on him angrily. "You are giving me to that man! I have no say in it... I might as well be an animal offered to the great feast!" Ashira spat out each word forcefully causing Jarred to wince at the anger she omitted. He himself became angry and before he realized what he had done, Jarred had brought his large hand down heavy across Ashira's face. She fell back over a lounging chair that was placed on the balcony so one could enjoy the view. They stared at each other a long moment, both shocked by what had occurred, but Jarred hardened his face and pointed one long finger at his daughter. "You are a woman, Ashira, and I know I have spoiled you. It is well past time that you learned your place among our people and become a woman in every aspect of the word. You will become his mate.... you will respect him... and you will respect me. Or I shall make you pay for it dearly." He strode off the balcony leaving Ashira still sitting on the balcony floor and she choked back a sob as she rubbed the spot on her cheek where her father had slapped her. "It's not fair," Ashira whispered as she raised herself up. She straightened her robe and headed towards her bedchamber so she could check to see if her cheek would swell too much before the ceremony. As Ashira glanced into the mirror she let her eyes travel slowly over her form ... wondering how he would see her. Oh she knew he desired her. He had made that known from the very beginning. He was so large and forceful. The men of this planet were much larger than the woman by nature... but he was a giant among men. She realized she was shaking and started twisting her fingers together, something Ashira always did when she was nervous. She paced back and forth her hair and robe trailing behind her as images of him kept finding themselves into her mind. As she turned to pace in the opposite direction a large shadow filled her doorway. "Hello, Ashira" The deep voice reverberated through the stone chamber and Ashira found herself backing up slightly. It was him! Her full lips formed an "o" of surprise and she glanced around the room for the maids that usually waited on her night and day. She was alone... with him. She raised her chin up slightly in defiance before allowing him a brief nod. "Greetings, Mallin" He smirked and leaned casually against the frame of the door... as if blocking any route of escape for her. She scowled at him and they both studied each other for a long moment. Ashira unconsciously chewed on her lower lip and again started ringing her fingers together. Mallin chuckled and walked towards her. "Are you so afraid of me, Ashira?" His deep voice enveloped her and she felt light headed suddenly. "I fear nothing," Ashira managed to reply. He grinned and she found herself despising this man. He was nearly two feet taller than she. His silver hair glided over his shoulders with the exception of one stray lock that fell stubbornly above his eyes. It gave him a rakish look. How appropriate she thought. For Mallin was indeed a rake. So intent was her gaze upon him that she didn't noticed when his extraordinarily large hand found its way down to her heaving chest. She gasped as one finger brushed her nipple gently. Ashira slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me... we are not wed yet" His lips curled up into a snarl and he grabbed her nipple forcefully causing her to cry out in pain. "Perhaps not, princess.. but we shall be and frankly I have a sudden urge to sample the goods." Ashira drew in her breath sharply and tried to sink her teeth into his hand but Mallin would have nothing of it. He forced his other hand into her long mane of hair using it to pull her head back. With her face upturned like this he took the opportunity to crush his lips onto her own. Ashira struggled but he easily overpowered her and forced his tongue into the moist recess of her mouth. He let his tongue delve deep into her, tasting her, savoring the flavor of her. How long he had waited for this. His blood pumped faster through his veins and he pulled her close against his hips so she could feel what was in store for her. He laughed into her mouth at her whimpers when she felt the size of his cock pulsating against her stomach. She renewed the strength of her struggles but he ignored them and kissed her harder. Mallin tore his lips from hers and Ashira instantly started screaming but Mallin simply covered her mouth with his hand as he swooped her up into his arms. His eyes found the bed and he strode purposely in that direction. He grinned to himself and lowered his lips towards Ashira's ear. "Go ahead and scream, my princess... it will hardly be the last time you do so tonight. Wait until I thrust myself into you for the first time," he said silkily before he licked her soft earlobe. She glared at him and Mallin threw back his large head and laughed loudly. What a night this was going to be... To be continued...