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Party Favors

By: DVS



It's another hot and humid summer evening in Atlanta. It's Saturday night, and all of the lovers are out and about. James and Rachel are two of those lovers. They have been together for several years and plan on getting married in the near future. It's a loving D/s relationship and they fit well together. But, tonight, Rachel seems to be mad at just about everything. James goes into his calming mode, because he knows she is just 'in a mood'.

They have been invited to an anniversary party for friends of Rachel. Rick and Jenni are good friends who live just north of Chamblee. It's not a terribly long drive from Decatur, but Rachel hates to drive any distance at all. 

"These are your friends, so if you don't want to go, we won't go," says James. "I can turn around and we can go somewhere else, or we can just go home." 

"No, I already told Jenni we would be there. This is their anniversary, and Jenni would be upset if we don't go." 

"Well then, what is the problem? If we have to go, complaining about it isn't going to make it any easier."

"I just don't like the drive is all. I am not complaining about going, just the drive." 

James wonders if he should turn around and go back home. It isn't going to be a fun time, if Rachel is going to be in such a bitchy mood. "Well, in the frame of mind you are in, you won't have fun at all, when we get there. You had better calm down. Parties are for having fun, not for sitting and sulking because you are in a pissy mood." 

Rachel looks over at him with that 'I am mad at the world' look. "I'm not in a pissy mood! I just don't like driving on a hot and muggy night. I love Atlanta, but it's always so muggy. It's not like it was in California." 

"But, I'm driving, not you. You're just sitting there shooting looks at me and complaining about everything. And, it was your idea to move here, because your family is here. I was perfectly happy to stay in San Pablo, but Nooooo!" 

"Well, I'm not complaining about Atlanta itself, just the weather. I didn't notice it being quite so humid, when I was here as a kid." 

James hates it, when Rachel gets like this. "Maybe it wouldn't seem so humid, if you weren't in such a mood. You just need to sit back and enjoy the ride. It's a wonderful evening, if you ask me." 

"Well okay, I will give it a try. Could you roll your window up? It is blowing my hair." 

"But, it will be even more humid, if there is no wind. What if I just roll it up a little? Will that do?" 

"Okay, I guess. I just don't want to look a fright, when we get there." 

Just then, they turn onto the street where Rick and Jenni live. Wanting to make a point, James brings this up. "Well, if you don't look a fright now, you will surely be okay. We're about 2 minutes from pulling into their drive. And, about that attitude of yours, leave it in the car." 

"I'm fine now that we're almost there," Rachel gushes. 

"Yeah, sure you are. Sure you are." James mumbles to himself. 

Rick and Jenni live at the end of a tree lined street, in an upscale neighborhood. It's a large white house fashioned after the mansions of old Atlanta. The front yard is full of stately trees and there is a guesthouse in back. James pulls through the long winding drive to a spot not far from the house. He lets out a sigh and looks over at Rachel. She smiles back at him as she gets out of the car. He follows and they walk up to the front door. The door opens before they can ring the bell. It's Jenni, and she greets them with a smile. "Hey, you two! You made it. Come on in." 

Jenni continues talking as they both step into the house. Other people are mingling at the party, and Rachel points to several of her friends and waves 'hello'. 

"I was wondering if you were going to make it. I tried to call you, but I got your machine. Did you have any trouble?"

James starts to mention Rachel's mood, but Rachel quickly interrupts. "I love that dress. That is such a pretty color. It looks wonderful on you, too. The green matches your eyes, you know." 

"I've been told that," Jenni agrees. "I wish I could get Rick to notice. He's so blind, sometimes."

"Oh, you know men. James is the same way. Unless you're wearing next to nothing, they don't notice." 

The girls walk into the kitchen and James listens as their voices slowly become part of the party rumble. It seems Rachel is feeling better. He keeps his fingers crossed. Looking around, he finds Rick and walks over to say hi. "Hey, Rick. How's this shindig doing? It seems like you have a big crowd here." 

When James speaks, Rick notices him and smiles. "Hey, James. Yeah, it seems to be doing okay. Nearly everybody made it. Jenni was wondering where you two were. She said Rachel told her you two were coming. Did you have some kind of trouble?"

"No, nothing really. Just Rachel and one of her 'I hate my life' moods. I hope it doesn't spill over while we are here." 

"Is it her time of the month?" asks Rick, with a smile.

"No, but it does seem that way," James chuckles.

"Well, knowing you two, and your relationship, you won't have trouble changing her mood, if you want to. I envy your control. I wish I could handle Jenni. But, she's so opinionated."

"Well, Rachel is, too. You just have to let her know who's boss. Rachel and I had a long talk and she has agreed I'm in charge."

"It can't be that simple. You guys have a good relationship."

"Well, yes we do. But you and Jenni do too. You just need to sit her down and talk it out. You might be surprised how she will react. She might love the idea. Sometimes dominant women love you to take charge. It's a whole new feeling for them. Just the thought of it makes them tingle in a different way." 

Just then, Jenni comes up and joins the conversation. "What are you guys talking about? You are over here in a corner, like it is some serious private thing."

"Well, my dear, I haven't seen James in quite a while. We are just catching up. Nothing serious or private about that."

James winks at Rick. "Sure, sweetie. This is a party. People have fun at parties." 

"Okay, then what did you do to Rachel? She seems to be in a bad mood. She isn't having a good time." 

In a more serious tone, James turns to Jenni and asks, "What do you mean? She said she was fine. She was in a mood, but we had a talk, and she said she was okay, now. And last I saw of her, you two were walking away and talking just fine." 

"Well, she is here, but she doesn't seem to be happy that she is. We can usually talk, but she isn't opening up to me. So, I thought I would come and ask you what the problem is."

"I don't know much, either. I think she is just in one of her moods. You know how she gets. She's mad at the world, and she tends to let everybody know it. She will be okay. If you are wondering, it doesn't have anything to do with the party or you two. She knows most everybody here. Everybody at this party is a friend of hers. This mood started earlier today. She was complaining about humidity. Shit, we live in Atlanta, Georgia. It's always humid."

"Sounds like she is looking for some release," Jenni suggests. "Isn't that your department, James?" 

"Oh, she knows. I will have no problem giving her release, if it comes to that. But, she said she was okay." 

Rick laughs as he pats James on the back. "I remember the beach party, when we came to visit you two, in San Pablo. That was great." 

Jenni smiles and playfully smacks Rick. "Honestly! I can't believe you would bring that up. That was a personal thing between James and Rachel. It is none of your business." 

Both Rick and James laugh at how red Jenni's face becomes. James looks at Rick and winks. "See, man? I told you. I think I see that tingle."

Jenni turns and walks back into the kitchen. Just as she is about to walk through the door, she turns to look at Rick. There is a sparkle in her eyes, as she vanishes behind the door and out of sight. 

As the evening progresses, so does the party. But, it seems Rachel's attitude has also progressed. She has succeeded in making many of the guests mad. It has almost turned into a contagious frame of mind. Jenni has nearly given up, telling Rick she just doesn't understand why Rachel would act this way. Finally, James sees the need to confront his future wife. He walks up to her, as she stands in the doorway to the living room. She looks at him with fire in her eyes, as he returns the same look.

"What is your problem? We talked about it, and you said you were okay. This has been going on too long. You are including the whole party in your bad mood. And, you have been in this bad mood all damn day. Why do you have to take it out on others, when you don't feel your life is going the way you want? It isn't their fault you are bothered by the Atlanta humidity. It isn't their responsibility to stop the wind from blowing your hair. And, I don't know what your latest problem is, but that isn't anybody's fault, either." 

Rachel squares her body up to James, as someone would be preparing for a physical conflict. "Gosh. You are always so worried about how fucking nice I am. All the time! Don't be so damn anal about it!"

"I'm being anal? I think you have your information wrong. Look around you. Everyone is talking about you being anal! I am just trying to understand your side of this, before I make a decision." 

Rachel's face flushes and her voice starts to get louder with her increasing anger. The drink in her hand splashes on the floor as she gestures with her emotions. "Why do you always take sides against me? Why is it always my fault? You haven't even listened to my side of this, and you are jumping all over me." 

James leans into Rachel's ear and whispers to her. "Rachel, lower your voice. This is a party. Unless you want everyone to be included in this conversation, you should calm down. All I asked was for you to be nice during this party." 

Rachel fumes as James talks. She puts her free hand on her hip, and sips her drink. 

James continues with this scolding, keeping his voice at a low volume. "Remember on the drive here? I asked you if you wanted to change your mind and not come. Remember what I said as we got out of the car when we got here? And remember what your answer was? You said you were okay. To me, this doesn't seem like you are okay." 

Rachel takes another sip of her drink before speaking. She holds her drink up so she can use her index finger to wave back and forth while she talks. "I am fine. I don't see why you are so upset. Maybe it's you who is not okay. Where did you get your information that it's me who is at fault?" 

"What do you mean? Look around you. Isn't it obvious to you? Look at Jenni. Look at Rick. These are your friends. Look at how they are avoiding you. You don't see this? You don't see the other guests pointing at you and talking?"

Rachel starts to get louder, and is using her arms to gesture more and more. "It is not my fault. The humidity must be bothering everyone as much as it is me. I don't understand why you always look to me as the cause, when it's obvious the party isn't going well. Why don't you take my side just once?" 

"Lower your voice. It's rude to be yelling like this. We're making a scene. I had hoped to stop this before it developed into one. And, if you want, we'll go home. But, you won't like it, when we get there. Trust me on that. So, I think you should just calm down." 

"Okay, I'll be quiet. I'll just sit and be quiet."

"You don't have to be quiet, but I do want you to be nice. If you can't be nice, I might have to make this scene into something you won't like." Pulling handcuffs out of his pocket, James adds, "I might put on a show here, at the party." 

"Okay, fine. I'll be nice."

"Fine. Just don't say anything hateful."

"I won't. I won't. Gee!"

"You know I could cuff your hands and strip you naked, right here in front of your friends. I bet they would even cheer me on. I don't think you are very well liked, right now." 

"No, I'll behave." 

"See that you do."

Thinking his talk with Rachel has been successful, he goes to get a drink at the bar. Rachel tries to change her attitude and behaves well for the next couple of hours. She looks like she's having fun. He asks her, to be sure.

"So, are you having fun? You seem better than before. I hope you aren't getting drunk, though." 

"You were right. I shouldn't have been rude. I was taking it out on the others here." Smiling, she adds, "No, I'm not getting drunk. I haven't had too many."

"Well, just don't get drunk. Tipsy is fine. I like you when you get tipsy.

"I'm sorry I was mean earlier." 

"Well, you know I was really planning to teach you a lesson, if you didn't straighten up." 

"What were you planning?" 

"Maybe you don't want to know." 

"Please, I think I do." 

"It involved a paddle, your naked bottom, and my lap for starters."

"You were going to paddle me as a punishment?"

"Yes. You were very close to getting one. Very close!" 

All at once, Rachel got very quiet. 

"Your little bottom was going to be bright red and sore."

"Well, actually, I agree with you. I deserve to be punished."

"You want me to punish you?"

"I guess it's only fair. I was wrong and I was rude. Come with me, please."

Rachel has that look on her face, that James has seen before. He likes when he sees that look. "What do you have in mind?"

"I want to talk to Rick and Jenni." 

"About what?"

Rachel smiles and takes James' hand in hers. "Just come on."

With James in tow, she walks up to Rick and Jenni. "Jenni, I would like to say something. First, I apologize to you for making such nasty comments and nearly ruining your party. I was upset before I got here and I took it out on you and your guests. I was mad at the world, and that is my problem, not yours." 

"Well, thank you, honey. I was wondering what the problem was. We have been friends for years, and have always been able to talk. But, this time, you weren't letting me in, and it bothered me." 

Rachel leans into Jenni's ear and whispers something to her. Jenni nods her head, with a smile. Then, Rachel turns to James, and takes his hands in hers. "Honey, I'm sorry I cursed at you. It was inexcusable, and I'm very sorry. I deserve to be punished for how I have acted." 

Rachel turns to Rick. "May we use your guest house so James can punish me?" 

Rick nods his head, with a knowing grin. "Sure."

Rachel takes James' hand, and begins to go toward the door, but he stops her before she can get very far. "First before we leave I want you to do something for me. Right here, where we stand."

Rachel, noticing a distinct change in James' expression, becomes nervous. "Yes, Sir?" 

"Do we agree that it was your mouth that has been your problem, today? Don't you feel if you could have kept a civil tongue, we wouldn't be talking about this, right now?" 

Rachel, now in a more submissive posture than before, "Yes, Sir." 

"Okay. We agree it was your mouth that caused this, and you were nasty to many of your friends. I think it is only fair that you deserve to be embarrassed in front of them. I think they deserve to get a little out of this, too. As part of your punishment, I want you to take off your panties and stuff them in your mouth." 

Rachel's face turns a deep red, and she starts to stammer. "Oh but, please. I'm sorry, Sir. But please don't make me do that. Please?" 

Either you do it, or I cuff your hands behind your back and do it myself. But, I will rip them off." 

Yes, Sir."

Blushing even more now, Rachel puts her hands under her skirt and eases down her panties. Everyone notices they are pink. Holding them in her hands, she looks to James to change his mind. "Please don't make me." 

"In your mouth! Now, young lady!"

Rachel obeys, stuffing her panties into her mouth. A very regretful expression forms on her face. 

With a commanding tone in his voice, James takes charge. "Okay, we go to the guesthouse! We will see how you perform over there, young lady." A quick little swat on her bottom to move her along, and they are on their way. Because they must go out the back door to get to the guesthouse, they have to pass through the living room. 

On the way out, Rick quickly pulls James aside to whisper into his ear. James smiles and says "That's perfect. Thanks." With a chuckle under his breath, he continues to follow Rachel. 

This walk is very embarrassing for Rachel, but it is part of James' plan. She has been nasty to many of the guests, and this is his way to make Rachel pay them back. She sees the smiles and hears the whispers of her friends as she hurries through the room. They then go out the door and through the back yard to the guesthouse. 

In through the door, and they are in the guesthouse living room. 

"You can remove the panties, now. I may have other plans for that pretty mouth," smiles James. "But, don't put them back on. There's no need. Give them to me." 

Rachel slowly and quietly removes the panties from her mouth. She says "Yes Sir" as she hands them to James. Keeping with her submissive mindset, she lowers her head, waiting for a command from her Master. 

James shoves the damp panties into one pocket, and pulls the handcuffs out of another. "Stick your hands out in front of you," he bellows. Rachel quickly complies and sticks her hands out. "Are you really mad at me, Sir?" 

James locks the handcuffs around her slender wrists and double locks them. Taking her arm, he walks her over to a chair, in which he sits and pulls her over his lap. "Yes and no. I enjoy spanking your behind, and any little thing you do is enough for me to want to do that. If you even look at me strange, I will want to punish you. Your bottom looks very pretty, this evening." He pulls the end table drawer open and sees a ping pong paddle. "Perfect." With this he adds, "And, very spankable, too." 


Rachel's eyes widen, when she sees the paddle. She tries to conceal her smile. "But, I've tried to be good James." 

James picks up the paddle, and rubs it over her upturned bottom. He picks up the edge of her skirt and drapes it up over her waist. "Now, you will find out if I am really mad at you or not."

Rachel wants to cover her now naked bottom, but her hands are cuffed, and James is holding her tightly in position. "Oh please don't spank me hard! I'm very sorry." 

"There's no spanking that should be soft. All spankings are meant to make a point."

Rachel is very skilled at wiggling and whining, but this time it doesn't work. James grabs hold of her waist and begins paddling her bottom. "Your mouth has gotten your behind in trouble again, young lady. I just don't know when you are going to learn. You were rude. You were very rude. It's high time you start to realize that." 

Rachel kicks her feet and yelps with each well placed swat. "It hurts, Sir! Ouch!" 

James keeps paddling her naughty bottom, making sure he moves around and the red is distributed all over. "Don't think you are going to get up from here, before I am finished with you. This behind is going to be nice and red. Just the way I like it." 


"Yes, Sir! Owe! I'm sorry. Please, stop. I'm very sorry!" Rachel's eyes fill with tears as she chokes out anything she can to get the paddling to stop. "Oh! Ouch! I'll behave myself. Please. Damn! Owe!" 

"You need to learn that everybody isn't your servant. And you will not treat them as such. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir. I understand. I understand. Owe! I will learn, Sir." 

"Oh, I know you will learn. I will see to that. You will learn or your behind will always be an angry red. Your bottom is going to light up the evening, when I am finished with it," James laughs. "You will be able to lead the way for Santa's sleigh, this Christmas!" 

Rachel wants to cover her bottom, but the handcuffs won't let her. It just gets hotter and redder. "My bottom burns, terribly. Please, I've had enough. I have learned my lesson. Please, Sir. Ouch!" 


Party Favors



If you had asked me three days ago if I would have thought about cheating on my husband, I would have said without a doubt “no.” Believe me it is not because we have an exciting sex life, quite the opposite, it is horrifically boring, but he is a good man, and we get along pretty well and he puts up with crap that I know no one else would! I knew years ago, that he was not a sexual dynamo but I really thought that I could make do with the occasional fuck before bed, and a nice collection of vibrators.

I guess I was wrong. 

Life is a series of routines and I made sure that mine included a vibrator at least a couple of times a week. It was working for me quite nicely, until last week. Let me back up and tell you a little about myself. I am average height dark hair, green eyes, damn near 40, and like many of my female counterparts, could stand to lose some weight. Now while I don’t think I’m ugly by any means I am certainly not the “oh my god did you see her” kind of girl either. Sure, I get looks, especially when I do my hair and put on make up, but really… what’s the point? My husband doesn’t care what I look like, and even on my best day, he barely notices. 

Anyway, enough of my skewed view of the state of my appearance. I work in a male dominated field, which suits me just fine because I get along with guys much better than I do women. I am flirty by nature so being surrounded by men makes my job that much more interesting. You already know that I am knocking on the big 40, and like most nearing middle agers, I am fast becoming one of the oldies at work and it really sucks! 

One of my better friends recently got a job outside of the company, and I decided to throw a going away party for him and his wife. I invited a few people over for a farewell shindig. One of the cute young boys, Jon, who works in the department, was planning on coming. He lives about 60 miles away, and I knew that we were going to be tossing back a lot of booze, so I told him that he should just plan on spending the night. 

We had alot of fun playing with that … all of the things that “could” happen if he got drunk or worse yet. I got drunk… and naked. We joked around like that all of the time, so I really didn’t give it too much thought; it was just another day at the office, besides,

Jon was way too young, way too cock sure and entirely too arrogant for me. 

Jon had slept with only god knows how many women – hell lets be honest, girls. And of course, if he were to be believed, he had little trouble satisfying each and every one of them with his endless talent. And I can’t count how many times he’s told me that they keep coming back for more. Most of the conversations went something like this: 

“Chicks dig me.”

“Of course they do, what is not to love about you?”

“That’s right, what’s not to love. You’d love it too.”

“Yeah, I’m sure I would, but let’s not fuck with the fantasy. I’m too old and too fat to be getting naked with you!”

“Whatever.” 

I have to admit that he is easy on the eyes, and I can’t help checking him out whenever the mood strikes me. Like the day before the party he was looking particularly fine and I let my eyes work their way over his chest, down to his crotch, back up to his lips and finally his sexy blue eyes and admit to myself sadly that if I was only a few years younger I’d give him a run for his money. 

He’s not one to be outdone and smiles when he catches me, he does give as good as he gets and he cocks his head to the side and lets his eyes travel down to my tits, linger there for a second and then look back at me and smile. 

My nipples got so hard that there was no way he couldn’t have noticed, what a shame he’s so young. With a sigh, I spun my chair around and got back to work. It’s a little hard to concentrate with the heavy feeling in my chest and the tingling in my crotch and I can only thank god that I have the vibrator in my purse for the ride home. Come on 4:00!

Party Time. 

The party is in full swing, and Jon is still not here, pity. I had a dream about him last night, I don’t remember all of it, only that he was standing behind me with his hands shoved into the front of my pants playing with my clit, nibbling on the side of my neck, and that I had a fantastic orgasm just before the alarm went off. I almost bought him a thank you card, but I don’t think they make one that says, “Thanks for the wet dream!”

The drinks were stiff, and it wasn’t long before the shots came out. I was getting a nice buzz going on but knew that I had to start pacing myself or I would be passed out long before the party was over, and I couldn’t let that happen, I didn’t want to miss any of the fun. While the night was a success in terms of a going away party, I won’t bore you with the details, let’s just say that most people had a good time and were out the door by 2:30. 

Jon and I were the only ones up and decided that taking a dip in the hot tub was the thing to do. Of course he didn’t have a suit, I convinced him that he could go in – in his underwear, besides who was going to be looking? Everyone was asleep, and the back yard is pretty dark. I don’t wear underwear, so stripping the jeans and t-shirt off were out of the question, besides I hardly wanted to traumatize him with my way out of shape body, so I went into the house in search of towels, underwear, and a robe. 

The water was heavenly, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes enjoying the feel of the jets pulsing against our chilled bodies. I felt his foot brush against mine, but didn’t think too much of it, people stretch out in the hot tubs, they touch, it happens. But it happened again, this time sliding higher on my calf. I looked over at him, and even though it was dark, I could see the half smile on his face grow wider as his foot slid to my thigh. 

I only thought about it for the slightest fraction of a second before turning my body towards his. His foot slid against my crotch and I thought that I would fly out of the tub. I heard someone walking around inside the house and I tried to turn away but he brought his other leg up and pinned my knee against the side of the tub, didn’t look at the window to see if someone was watching, he just pushed my thighs apart and slowly started moving his foot towards my crotch. I opened my mouth to say something when his toes slid under the material of my thong and caressed my clit, after that I couldn’t think, I might have forgotten to breathe. 

He chuckled and asked if I was all right. I didn’t trust myself to say anything so I leaned my head back and concentrated on not making a sound, when all I really wanted to do was scream, “Fuck me!”

I couldn’t keep my hips from pushing toward him. I couldn’t keep my hands from holding his foot against my pussy so I could grind against him. A light in the house flicked on and I dove to the dark side of the tub. Jon didn’t waste any time sliding over to my side and replacing his foot with his fingers.

I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel him stroking me. I was too chicken shit to say a thing and I wondered for a second what he was doing with someone like me. I wanted to ask him if it was just the liquor when he smiled a cocky little smile and pushed two fingers inside me, he knew what I wanted. His kept pushing until the palm of his hand rested against my clit and he put his arm around me and pulled himself towards me. The second his lips touched mine he withdrew and drove into me hard enough to slam me back against the side of the tub. 

It was phenomenal. It was stupid. My husband was just inside the house; he could wake up at any second and look out the window. Wouldn’t that be a surprise?

I said, “I’m ready to get out,” and slid over to the side and grabbed my robe. 

Jon didn’t bitch; he just said that he was going to stay in the tub for a little while longer. He reminded me that he didn’t have anything to sleep in so I offered him a pair of sweats. I went up stairs to change and get the sweats, my husband was snoring away so I tip toed into the bedroom, grabbed the extra sweats after I changed into a big t-shirt and baggy flannel pants and was about to leave the room. What the hell was I doing? I was outside, not 12 feet away letting some guy feel me up, and loving it mind you, while my husband was sleeping like a baby. I couldn’t do this. 

Jon was in the basement so I walked quietly down the stairs and held the sweats out to him. His hand touched my wrist and I thought I would cum right there and then. 

“Here’s your sweats.”

“Yeah,” he said, and pulled me closer to him. I wanted to resist. I wanted to pull away. 

“I really can’t do this.”

“No?” His had slid against my crotch. My legs felt weak.

He looked at me, brought his hand around to the back of my head, and kissed me. His lips were hot, his tongue was hot. His hand moved quickly from the outside of my clothes to the inside, parting my wet lips smoothly. His fingers moved like lightening against my swollen clit. He knew just where to press, how hard, how fast. I don’t know when his hand left the back of my head, but my hands were touching his face. His lips. Holding him against me. 

I forgot how sensual a kiss could be, forgot how much I loved kissing. His teeth grazed my lip, I bit back. My legs parted and he slid a finger inside of me. I couldn’t be silent. I moaned. He drove in deeper and shook his head out of my grasp. He started kissing the side of my neck, the one spot that has a connection straight to my crotch; he bit along the top of my shoulder just hard enough to drive me wild. 

The floor creaked overhead. Someone was awake. “I can’t. . .”

“You can’t,” he repeated, and took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He wasn’t completely hard, and he was enormous. My mouth watered and I started stroking him slowly. It was his turn to moan. He grew in my hand, he was rock hard, and I wanted to feel him inside me. 

“I. want . . .” he didn’t let me finish. He took my hand away, pushed me against the wall, lifted my leg onto the table beside us, and shoved his cock into me until his pelvis slammed against mine. I bit my lip so hard to keep from screaming that I tasted blood. 

He pulled out until the head of his cock was just barely inside of me and I was ready for another body crushing thrust, but he moved slow, so slow. He penetrated me inch by exquisite inch, stopping every couple of seconds to withdraw just a little bit before pushing deeper inside. I felt every vein, every twitching muscle. When he was fully seated, he grabbed my ass cheeks and started to grind against me in tight circles. I could feel an orgasm building. 

“Oh... yes….” I moaned… 

“Don’t do it.”

I could barely think … “What?” 

“Not yet.” He stopped moving, lifted my leg off the table, and hooked his arm just under my knee. 

I shook my head, “not yet?” 

He leaned into me, pushing my leg back against the wall. I could feel every single inch of him throbbing inside of me. He withdrew and slammed me back against the wall. My body was on fire. Every nerve was screaming. 

He put his fingers between our bodies and rubbed my clit.

“Oh… God” I whispered… 

He moved his hand to the wall beside my face and ground his cock into me. I could smell myself on his fingers; I wanted to see what I tasted like on his hand. I turned my head and took his fingers into my mouth, looked him in the eye and sucked. His whole body jerked. He ripped his hand from my face, lifted my other leg into his arm, and slammed into me over and over again. 

I wanted to scream, “Fuck me…” but couldn’t form a coherent word, my entire body tensed. Jon said, “Now.” And my body exploded. The second my pussy started throbbing with an orgasm he stopped moving completely and held me impaled against the wall by his huge cock and let me feel every twinge of pleasure, he took nothing away from me, and gave me everything I needed. When my body stopped trembling, he still didn’t move and I knew he hadn’t come. 

I started to slowly grind my hips…He pressed against me and shook his head. Our breathing was ragged... He filled me so completely that I could feel my heart pounding in my pussy, throbbing against his hardness. He tilted his head back and started moving me to the rhythm of my heart beat. It was heaven. I felt him shudder, he looked into my eyes, I felt him explode against inside me, and I had another mind blowing orgasm. 

It took several minutes to come back down. When it was over, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe that I had done it. What would I say to him at work on Monday? When everyone woke up in the morning? Could I hide it from my husband?

“It’s just between you and me.” he said, and kissed me on the cheek. 

I nodded. “I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I said, and started up the stairs. He grabbed me from behind and spun me around, jerking my flannel bottoms down at the same time.

He slammed his cock into me once, withdrew, stood me up, spun me around and said, “Sweet dreams,” then pushed me up the stairs. 

We have never talked about that night, and no one ever found out. I was worried that it would change our friendship but it didn’t, and now at least when I pull the vibrator out I don’t have to search for a fantasy, he’s sitting right across the aisle.



Party Favors



This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.

Feedback is welcome. (MC, MF, FF, d/s)

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We were going to the performance of a stage hypnotist. My roommate, Leslie, had been given two tickets -- for free -- by some guy she met in a mall. He told her he was a 'front man' for the hypnotist and that giving away the tickets was some kind of media thing. A lot of folks would have simply accepted that. I was skeptical.

"You're always suspicious of everything, Rhonda," my roomie said with a pout. "I suppose it keeps you out of trouble, but it also keeps you from having any fun."

It was possible I suppose that giving away tickets was a way of attracting customers to a new act. If the performance was any good it might create a lot of word-of-mouth publicity. But knowing Leslie, I wondered if the guy was just hitting up on her. My roommate was really beautiful. And everyone knew it except for Leslie herself. She really had no idea how attractive she was and always thought of herself as rather plain.

Then again, I suppose you could say the same for me. I've never thought of myself as particularly good looking either. I don't see anything special when I see myself in a mirror. But I've been favorably compared to Leslie on more than one occasion. And we both get hit on often enough. So it could be.

And maybe the ticket thing was legitimate as well. But if Leslie was determined to go, I sure has hell wasn't going to let her go by herself. So there we were. Dressed up, looking good, and off to the theater.

The tickets turned out to be real. We even had great seats, right up front. And the show was surprisingly good. The opening act was this magic guy who also told jokes. He was very talented and really funny. And he also did some juggling. So I figured that even if the Hypnotist was a flop, the evening was worth it. But the Hypnotist turned out to be even better than the opener.

He asked for and got a bunch of volunteers from the audience. Leslie wanted to volunteer us both, but I said, 'no way.' So we just watched. He started to hypnotize about twenty audience members all at once. Pretty soon he had a half dozen of them in a trance and sent the rest back to their seats. He said he could have hypnotized them all if he were willing to spend enough time, but for the sake of the show, he'd limit himself to the best subjects who went under most quickly. Could be. I was skeptical about that, too. I was wondering if these were real volunteers of if they were plants. But Leslie said she knew one of the guys who was still up on stage and she was sure he was no fake.

The hypnotist also said he couldn't make the subjects do anything they wouldn't do normally. I'd heard that somewhere before. But he said that he could trick them into doing all kinds of ridiculous things that wouldn't physically hurt them. And he was right. That was the act. He spent the next hour running those poor slobs through all kinds of silly stunts. He had them howling like wolves and pretending to be other animals. He had the guy Leslie knew eat a raw onion and think it was an apple. That's when I was really convinced. To be honest, it scared me a little. He had them dancing, and singing, and acting just like they thought they had talent. But they were terrible, so it was really funny. And no one got hurt at all, unless you consider severe onion breath to be an injury.

When it was over, he gave the volunteers a whole bunch of free gifts. And that made me think that maybe we should have gone up after all. Some of the stuff he handed out was really nice. He also gave them lots of free passes to come back and bring friends to one of the later shows that week. And that really had me convinced the free ticket thing was legitimate, too. Then he said that everyone who had volunteered, whether he had hypnotized them or not, and everyone who had received a free pass to the performance was invited back stage to the Green Room for a party after the show.

When it was over he got this huge standing ovation. As folks were filing out, Leslie and I debated whether or not to go to the party. Well, it wasn't really much of a debate. Leslie really wanted to go and I was only a little hesitant. So we went.

And it turned out to be a lot of fun. There was plenty of good food. And no booze at all which made me relax. I got to meet the magic guy and he was real nice. He was also quite a looker close up. He had a great ass and, if his costume were any indication, he was pretty well hung. Of course, I pretended not to notice.

Leslie called me over and introduced me to the guy who had given her the tickets. He seemed a little shifty to me. I'm not sure why, there was just something about him. She also introduced me to her friend who'd been in the act. He couldn't remember anything about it at all. He just said he felt great. In fact he'd never felt better in his life. But I didn't talk to him very long. He really stank of onion. But he didn't know that either.

Later, I introduced Leslie to the Magic man. And while we were talking I noticed the shifty guy talking to the Hypnotist. I might not have paid any attention, except the two of them kept glancing over at us. I supposed they were talking about Mr. Magic, but it still gave me the creeps.

It was a nice party, but broke up fairly quickly. I glanced at my watch and figured it was time to leave. It was just late enough that I could have gone home and to bed without another thought. But it was just early enough that I could have gone out with Leslie to a coffee shop to spend a while chatting. I wondered what she wanted to do. Where was she? I finally spotted her talking with the Hypnotist. She waved me over. For reasons which I couldn't explain, I started getting that creepy feeling again.

We were being invited to an after party-party up in the Hypnotist's Penthouse Suite at the Plaza Hotel. My first thought was, 'Bullshit!' I wasn't going to be some kind of sexual groupie. But before I could embarrass myself by expressing that thought, Leslie assured me that this was a real party with at least a dozen people. She told me Mr. Hypnotist traveled with a small troupe of supporting personnel and that they always celebrated a good opening night with a party in his room. Leslie said a couple of other girls and the two of us were being invited because the supporting crew were two-thirds men. They liked to invite some local girls in to even out the numbers. I could believe that. Men always like lots of women at parties. They need to think there's at least an outside chance they might get laid.

Leslie said we were being invited because we'd made such a good impression on Mr. Magic. Humph. I was still doubtful, but the shine in her eyes was so bright, I just knew she wanted to go. And I didn't have the heart to disappoint her. I suppose I could have begged off and let her go alone. But that would have put a damper on the party for her. And besides, I felt I needed to be there to keep an eye on things. Leslie was far too trusting.

So we found ourselves at the penthouse party. It was a nice room. Well, a nice set of rooms actually. It was huge. And I really liked the crew members. In addition to Mr. Magic there were some stage hands, a prop guy, an accountant and a couple of other guys who I never did figure out what they did. They all seemed like good people. The only one who still gave me the willies was the ticket guy but he kept pretty much to himself, so he didn't bother me much. And there were also a few women. There was an assistant to the Hypnotist and another for Mr. Magic. There was a P.R. liaison -- whatever that was.

There was also a rather intense looking woman named Della who was introduced to me as the Road Manager. She was a tall, dark haired woman with very pale skin. She looked as if she'd once been cast in the roll of Mrs. Dracula. But she was very friendly and we ended up talking for a long time. She told me a little about the show, but a whole lot about the practical uses of hypnosis. She was really big on hypnosis as a medical tool and for self-improvement. At first it was all very interesting, but after a while I began to feel like maybe she was hitting on me. There was just something in her manner and the way she looked at me.

I was about to excuse myself and find someone else to talk to when Leslie came walking up with the Hypnotist. She was all excited again. He had been telling her about how she could use hypnosis to make controlling her diet easy. Leslie was hardly fat. In fact she had a fabulous shape. But it was a constant battle for her and the hypnotist told her he could make it easy. And she said I could use hypnosis to improve my concentration for my studies. I had been taking night classes and was having troubles of my own. The Hypnotist said it would make study easy and automatic and guarantee me better grades.

While we were talking he put his arm around Mrs. Dracula. It turned out she was his live-in girlfriend as well as being the Road Manager. That made me feel a lot more comfortable about both of them. I mean if they were committed to each other, neither one would be hitting on Leslie or me, right?

I guess the promise of making my studying easier was just what it took to get me to agree. Leslie of course was already hyped. I don't know what the Hypnotist promised the other two girls, but whatever it was, they were as excited as Leslie.

So the Hypnotist moved us to a small dining room table with four chairs around it. Each girl sat in one of the chairs. There was a candle in the center of the table and the Hypnotist lit it. I could look up over the candle flame and see one of the other girls looking back at me. She was a cute little redhead with a nice smile. Leslie was to my right and the fourth girl, a tall blond, was to my left. Everyone else was sitting or standing in a wide circle around us. The room lights were switched off and the whole scene was lit up only by the flickering candle.

For a moment everything seemed incredibly weird. I almost got up and laughed the whole thing off but then the Hypnotist started talking. His voice was, for lack of a better word, absolutely hypnotic.

He told us to concentrate on the candle flame and I did. He told us to raise our right hands and point at the flame and I did that too. The redhead across from me was pointing at the flame, but somehow it felt like she was pointing at me. That was kind of spooky. But by now, I was really concentrating on the voice. The voice told me my arm would grow heavy and tired much faster than it normally would. I suppose I could have held my arm pointing at the candle like that for many minutes, but the voice was right. Within a few moments it felt very heavy and tired. I noticed the redhead's arm already starting to drop. She had a somewhat startled look on her face. When I looked back at my arm it had practically fallen down to the table level. I tried to lift it, but somehow I couldn't. I didn't know if I should be freaked out or delighted that it was working.

Once all four arms were down, the voice told us that they would start to feel light again. The voice said they would begin to float up and point back at the candle. And damned if they didn't. All four arms started slowly and jerkily to rise. This was super weird. But I was fascinated nonetheless. And soon we were all pointing at the candle and at each other again.

Then the voice said our arms would again grow heavy and drop, only this time so would our eyelids. The voice said we were supposed to try to fight this as hard as we could, but that soon our arms would hit the tables and when they did our eyes would be closed. The last thing I remembered seeing was a blurred image of my limp hand as it was coming to rest on the tablecloth.

  * * * * *

I was floating on a cloud. My eyes were closed and I could only feel the sensation of floating. The only thing I could hear was the voice. I felt wonderful. The voice talked and I listened. But it was like some other part of me was paying attention. I was just floating. I wished it would never end.

  * * * * *

I was floating in space and far away there was a distant sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and hands as I watched it in the darkness of space. A voice told me the sun was moving farther away and I saw it getting smaller and dimmer. The voice said the warmth was leaving and I started to get colder. Much colder. Soon I felt like I was freezing. I wanted to cry. It was cold and dark and I could feel myself trembling.

Then the voice told me the sun was returning. And soon I was feeling warm and comfortable again.

  * * * * *

I was sitting on a beach. It was a lovely warm day. The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and the sea was beautiful. A voice said it was time to get into my swim suit. So I kicked off my shoes and stood up. I started taking off my clothes and piling them on the beach chair until I was down to my bikini. And this was a little strange because I didn't even own a bikini.

I heard what sounded like a bunch of people clapping. I looked around to find out where it was coming from. But then the voice said it was the sound of sea birds. And sure enough, when I listened again, I could hear the gulls calling to each other in the distance.

Then the voice said the sun was getting closer and it was getting hotter. Soon I felt like I was sweating like crazy. I wanted to run down and jump in the water but I couldn't seem to find it. The voice said I'd feel much cooler if I weren't wearing my bikini. I was embarrassed at the thought of being naked in such a public place and was torn between the heat and my embarrassment. But the voice assured me that this was a very private beach and that I would feel very safe and comfortable once I had removed my swim suit. So I carefully removed the top. I was a little surprised to find it unhooked like a bra rather than untying. But then I slipped out of my bottoms and sure enough I could feel the cool sea breeze and I was no longer hot. I stretched in the warm sea air and listened to the gulls calling to each other again.

The voice told me that I'd better put on some sun tan lotion so as not to get burned. It said there was a tube of lotion near my feet. So I bent over and picked it up and started putting it on.

Then the voice told me not to be alarmed, but that some good friends of mine were about to show up. The voice said not to bother getting my swim suit back on, my friends were nude sun bathing too and that we could help each other out by carefully putting sun tan lotion on each other to be sure we didn't miss any spots.

And there was Leslie and the two girls I had met at the Hypnotist's party. It seemed strange to see them on this beach all naked like that. But the voice had said it was OK, so I didn't give it another thought. And soon we were lotioning each other down and having a great time.

It was funny. The birds were suddenly quite loud, but I still couldn't see them.

  * * * * *

I was at the Hypnotist's party. A voice said I was a dog. Had I always been a dog? No matter, it was good to be a dog. But what was really funny was that three human girls were pretending to be dogs. I started jumping around and barking at them. They weren't wearing any clothes at all. I'd never seen humans behaving like that before and thought they looked silly. I was barking at them to tell them to stop that and to get dressed.

But they weren't paying any attention to me, so I just kept barking. Then one of the men came over and started scratching me behind my ears. I liked that. It felt nice. He rolled me over on my back and started rubbing my belly and chest. And that felt really nice. I forgot all about the silly naked humans. The man called me a good girl and brought his hand up so I could lick it.

Soon lots of men were rubbing and scratching me. I loved being the center of attention. One of the men reached down and checked something between my legs. I guess he must have been a Vet. I don't like going to the Vet's office. He said I was wet. I hope that doesn't mean I'm going to get sick. I felt great.

Then the voice told us all to sit up and beg and we all did. I whined a little because the silly human girls were still pretending to be dogs. And the voice must have realized something was wrong, because the voice said we were all dogs. And when I looked again I realized the voice was right. I must have been mistaken before. They were all bitches just like me.

The voice had the long blond bitch do some tricks in the center of the room. She was an afghan and must have been a racing dog. I wished the voice would ask me to do some tricks too. I liked being the center of attention.

Then the voice had me walk over and check out the blond bitch's ass. The voice said her ass would smell wonderful. So I went over and checked. And sure enough she had the nicest smelling ass. It was wonderful being a dog and getting to smell the asses of other dogs. Humans just don't know what they're missing.

The voice said the blond bitch loved having her ass smelled by me and sure enough she made little yelping noises of pleasure and wiggled her ass while I sniffed. Then the voice told me to lick her ass and clean it for her. It said I would find the taste wonderful. And it was. And the long blond bitch loved that too.

The other two dogs were doing something else, but I wasn't paying any attention. I was having too much fun licking the blond bitch's ass. All the humans in the room were laughing and clapping. Everyone was having a great time. I was very happy.

  * * * * *

I was floating. I couldn't seem to remember where I was. But it didn't matter. I felt great and it was good just to float. It seemed to go on for a long time.

  * * * * *

I was on my knees. I was naked but that didn't seem to bother me. I was on a thick rug in a large empty room. I could hear voices, but they seemed far away. A voice told me I was thirsty. And I was. The voice told me I wanted a popsicle to suck on. And I did. The voice said they were going to give me some new kind of popsicle with a special delicious cream filling. All I had to do was to suck on it and enjoy it and be sure not to bit it or scratch my teeth on it.

And there was the popsicle. It almost seemed to be floating on the air in front of my face. It was kind of strange looking, but the voice said it would taste good. So I leaned forward and took a lick. It was great. It was a really strange popsicle because it was soft and rather warm. But it had such a delightful flavor. I couldn't quite tell what it tasted like, but I couldn't get enough of it either. I just kept licking and sucking.

The voice told me that if I kept that up, I'd get to the special cream filling soon. The voice told me there were some special cream filling sacks under the back of the popsicle. And that if I were to gently rub and squeeze them I'd get more filling. But I had to be careful not to rub or squeeze them too hard. So I brought up my hands and started fondling the little sacks.

I could hear little moaning sounds of pleasure in the background. I wasn't sure what they were, but they sounded happy.

Then the popsicle started to twitch and throb and my mouth was filled with the most delightful tasting cream. I licked it all down and was disappointed the popsicle didn't give me any more.

The popsicle was taken away after that and the voice asked if I'd like another. I said, 'Oh yes," and there was another popsicle for me.

This time, while I was sucking on the popsicle, I could feel ghost-like hands on my head. It felt like they were grabbing my hair and it bothered me. I tried shaking my head a little to make the hands go away. I grunted and reached up to push them off. The voice asked me what was wrong. I had to let go of that wonderful popsicle to answer. But then the voice told me I liked the feel of the ghost hands, and what do you know? I did.




Party Favors



I had a third popsicle and still wanted more. But the voice said it was time to call it a night.

  * * * * *

I was at the Hypnotist's party. My mind seemed foggy. The lighting had been turned way down. I was naked, but somehow that seemed natural. I wondered in a casual way where my clothes were. Leslie was standing near me and she was naked, too. That also didn't seem to bother me. Leslie had a silly smile but the rest of her face was blank. She wasn't bothered by her nakedness either. I turned my head a little at some noises behind me. I seemed to be moving in slow motion, like I was underwater or something. The two girls who came to the party with us were both naked and so where a half dozen of the men from the crew. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but it looked like a lot of sex. The redhead was on her hands and knees and there was a naked guy at her face and another behind her. I caught a half glimpse of the blond. Her head seemed to be bobbing up and down. There were giggles and moans and slurping noises coming from the dimness across the room.

I became aware of a conversation on my other side and turned back. It took a few moments. It was the Hypnotist and his road manager girl friend. I couldn't understand what they were saying. It was like I could hear their voices, but I couldn't make any sense out of their words.

The woman reached up and touched Leslie on the shoulder. The hypnotist looked like he was about to say something. But then the woman changed her mind and put her hand on my shoulder instead. I could see her hand, but I couldn't feel it.

They hypnotist smiled and then he looked me right in the eye. "Rhonda," he said, "can you hear me?"

Somehow, his calling my name made everything clear. Well not everything. I still couldn't understand what anyone else was saying. But I could really understand him.

"Yes," I replied.

"Listen carefully. I want you to hear Della's voice as well as mine. Do whatever her voice tells you for the rest of the evening. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good Girl." He turned his girlfriend and said, "Ok, she's all yours. I'll see you in the morning." Then the two of them kissed for a long time. I vaguely wondered why they were interested in me if they were going to spend the night kissing each other. But as soon as they broke off, the woman turned to me and said, "Follow me." And as she moved off, I followed her. Behind me I could hear the Hypnotist talking again, "Leslie, can you hear me?"

  * * * * *

I was in a dungeon. It was dark and cold and dirty. I was naked and I was leaning up against a wall. My hands were spread out above my head and my feet were spread, too, a couple of feet back from the wall. Both my hands and feet were somehow locked in position. I couldn't tell how, exactly. But I couldn't move them. I could hear Mistress Della moving behind me.

How had I gotten here? How did I know that was Mistress Della behind me? Just who the hell *was* Mistress Della anyway? I was scared. But somehow, I was also very horny? Why the hell would being in this kind of situation make me hot? What was going on?

Mistress Della was very close now. I could feel her moving right up against me. 'Oh my God!' She wasn't wearing any clothes. I could feel her naked body pressing up against mine. She was reaching around and feeling my breast. She was tweaking my nipple. It was really hard.

The voice was talking to me again. It was like the voice of God. "Now, my sweet," she said, "it's time for you to feel the sting of my lash."

I was trembling. She held something up next to my face. It was the belt to a bathrobe. "You see this?"

"Yes, Mistress." Now why the hell was I calling her that? Why was I being so meek? I wanted to scream and cry.

"It's a whip," she said. "It's a big, black, evil whip."

I looked again and she was holding a whip. I was so scared I wanted to pee.

"When I use it, you'll hear the crack and feel the searing pain on your backside. Won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And the feel of the whip will make you even hotter. Won't it?"

"Yes, Mistress." I was already starting to cry and she hadn't even hit me yet. Tears were running down my cheeks. But my pussy felt so damned wet. Why was all this making me so horny?

She was kissing the back of my neck now and still fondling my breast. God it felt good! But why was I getting so turned on by another woman? A woman who was about to whip me? I started crying even more.

Then I felt her move back away from me. I was trembling even harder. But nothing happened at first. Just some quiet squishing sounds from behind. I screwed up some courage and looked back over my shoulder. The woman was just standing there with her mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed. She was holding the whip with one hand and the other hand was between her own legs. She was masturbating. Then she noticed me looking at her.

"Eyes forward, Bitch!" she yelled.

I quickly turned back and started praying. I hadn't prayed in years, but I was praying now.

There were more little squishing sounds and then a long terrifying silence.

Suddenly I felt the whip crack against my back. There was a piercing agonizing pain like a streak of lightening. It felt like a sharp intense orgasm. I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn't. I could only grunt. A moment later, there was another crack of the whip and then another and another.

I could feel her cracking the whip all over my backside. The pain was so extreme I almost came. I wanted to come. I wanted to holler. But all I could do was to whimper and grunt and twitch in sexual heat. I wished that my knees would buckle under me, but somehow I remained standing. I wanted to fall on the floor and die, but my bonds kept me upright.

The woman started whipping my behind, and then my legs. It was horrible. It was unendurable. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted so badly to reach down and touch myself until I could find some release, but I couldn't move my hands. Tears were flooding down my face.

There was a brief pause. Then I felt the whip again, but this time the woman had moved in more closely and the whip was wrapping itself around my body and cracking against my front side. I could feel the intense lightening on my belly and on my breasts and on the front of my legs. One stroke came around and even cracked against my vulva. That one almost sent me over the edge.

And still I couldn't scream. And still I couldn't move. And still I couldn't touch myself.

Then it stopped.

The woman came up behind me again. The touch of her body against my tortured backside was exquisite. It was intensely, painfully erotic. She must have dropped her whip, because I could feel both her hands on me. Rubbing my abused breasts, pinching my swollen nipples, scratching my tortured belly. I felt one hand slide down and bury itself in my crotch. There was no resistance. I was so wet. Her fingers sank into my warm flesh like I had been specially lubricated.

She started rubbing on my clit and I just knew I would come at any moment. But her voice said, "Not yet, kitten. Don't come yet."

"OK, Mistress."

And somehow, despite my horniness, I couldn't bring myself over the edge. She just kept moving her hands, and tweaking my most sensitive areas, and rubbing her own body and breasts into my back. My tears and my other juices were still flowing freely.

After awhile she stopped and told me my bounds had been released.

  * * * * *

I was lying on the floor in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely whipped even though I couldn't see any whip marks. My entire body was in agony, but somehow it was a sexual agony. I was curled into a fetal position but I still couldn't bring my hands down to finger myself.

A naked woman was sitting in a chair a few feet away. I recognized her as the Hypnotist's road manager, but she was also my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!'

"Are you hot, Slave?" she asked. "Do you want to come?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

"Then beg for it, Slave," she said. "Beg for it and prove how much you want it."

I didn't care how humiliating this was. I uncurled a bit and started begging and whining and pleading for my Mistress to let me come. I was crying and cringing. The sexual pain was awful. 

This went on for awhile while the woman in the chair kept fingering herself. Then she said something which I didn't hear because I was making so much noise myself. "Mistress?" I whined.

"I said, crawl over here and kiss my feet. And do a better job of begging me to let you come."

And even as she continued fingering herself, I crawled over on my belly and started kissing her feet. Between kisses I continued my pathetic begging.

The woman really seemed to be getting off on my humiliation. She started breathing louder and her fingers were moving faster.

"Shut up and lick my feet, Slut. Just shut the fuck up and lick my toes."

And I did. Tears still streaming down my face. A terrible sexual ache in my groin. I stuck out my tongue and began licking all around and between her toes. And somewhere in there, I heard her come. Her whole body went rigid, pulsed for several long moments, and then went slack. I never stopped licking her toes the whole time.

Minutes later, when her breathing came back to normal, I was sill licking her toes.

"Enough!"

  * * * * *

I was lying on a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I'd been severely whipped. A voice said "Roll onto your back, Slave." I rolled over, even though every move was a sexual agony. "Spread your legs, Slave," the voice said and I did.

Looking down between my legs I saw Hypnotist's road manager, walking up toward me. She was naked. And somehow I knew she was my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!'

She looked down at me. "Are you horny, Slave? Do you want to come?"

"Yes, Mistress! Please!"

"Then beg for it, Slave," she said, "and maybe I'll let you."

And while I was begging and pleading and humiliating myself she just stood there looking pleased with herself and lightly rubbing her own breast with one hand.

"OK! Now shut up," she said. "I'm going to make you come. But not until I give you the signal. When I'm ready for you to come, I'll squeeze your tit. OK? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm not to come until you squeeze my breast."

"Press your titties together."

I did so. My breasts weren't huge, but they were large enough that I could do what she'd ordered.

"Now hold them like that. You're going to get even hotter than you are now. You're going to get so damn hot you won't be able to stand it. But all you'll be able to do is to writhe around and make sexy noises letting me know how much you're enjoying being eaten. Understand?'

"Yes, Mistress, I'm to writhe around and make sexy noises but not to come until you squeeze my breast."

"Hummph," she said. "OK slut, keep begging me to eat you. And then shut up when you feel my mouth on your cunt."

I started begging again and didn't stop until my Mistress lay down between my legs and starting licking me. The feel of her mouth was amazing. I'd been licked by a couple of boyfriends before, but never anything like this. I was moaning and whining and thrashing. The feel of my own breasts was incredible. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I felt the woman's fingers in my vagina. And then she stuck a finger in my rear hole. I was completely wet and lubricated down there.

And without warning, she suddenly reached up and pinched my right breast really hard. And I came, and came, and came, and came. I'd never come like that before. It seemed to go on forever.

  * * * * *

I was standing at the foot of a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and there was a thin sash tied around my neck. A voice said it was a collar and a leash and when I looked again it was.

The Hypnotist's road manager was sitting cross legged on the bed in front of me and she was holding the leash. She was naked and she was also my Mistress. 'My Mistress?!'

I felt drained, but I didn't know why. My muscles were sore.

"OK, bitch," she said. "It's time for you to lick *my* cunt. Do it just like I did you."

I couldn't remember what she was talking about, but somehow I new what she wanted. It was horrible. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even touched another woman's private areas before. But my Mistress tugged the leash and I found myself climbing up onto the bed between her legs. She lay back and pulled my face right into her hot crotch.

It was awful. But it was also incredibly sexy somehow. Why was that? I found myself weeping even as I licked and fingered her. I could feel her fingers in my hair; her hands holding my head and guiding my motions.

I wanted to throw up. But I just kept licking and licking and fingering and fingering.

And then she came. She went rigid all at once and pressed my face into her crotch really hard. She yelled at me to stop licking. I could feel her wet flesh pulsing under my lips. I could feel tears running down the sides of my nose and dripping into her pubic hair. She just kept pressing my face into her until the contractions had stopped. Then she relaxed her grip and for a long time we just lay quietly. There was nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing and my own whimpering.

Then it was over.

  * * * * *

I woke up at home in bed. My head felt like it was full of Kleenex but somehow I felt wonderful. I knew my muscles were sore, but it didn't bother me. In fact I really felt great. I got up and took some Motrin anyway.

Leslie was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. She looked like I was feeling.

What the hell had happened last night? I remembered the show and the Green Room party. Then everything was a fuzzy blank. I didn't remember having had anything to drink, but this sure felt like some kind of hangover. I didn't even remember coming home, but here we were. I asked Leslie what happened, but she couldn't remember, either.

"I guess we must have had a good time," I said without much conviction.

"I guess so," she replied weakly.

  * * * * *

About a month later, Leslie turned up pregnant. She had to decide what she wanted to do about that. But the weird thing was that she claimed she hadn't had sex for over a year. A lot of folks would have been very skeptical about that. But somehow, I believed her.



Party Favors



This story is dedicated to a very sexy friend of mine. Thank you for all of the inspiration!

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I was stuck going to a bachelor/bachelorette party that I really didn't want to attend, to help my friend Jean. Her younger sister was getting married and she needed someone to help her with food and entertainment. Now that those tasks were finished and the party was under way she needed someone to answer the door to greet guests and entertainers. That's what I did, said hello, offered to take coats and point people in the right direction. It was becoming routine and boring; I really wanted to be in the main rooms to have a good time with everyone else. I could hear music, applause and laughter, but could see nothing. A few good looking guys came in here and there, heading straight for the action, barely even looking my way. I sat in a chair, bobbing my head to the music and staring at the hardwood floor beneath my feet. I heard the bell and got up from my chair automatically reaching for the door knob, looking past the person walking in the door. I closed the door and turned around to sit down again, expecting the guy to head straight for the action. 

When I turned, the side of my head collided with his. I was so embarrassed, I looked into his face (he was only two or three inches taller then me, maybe 5'6" or 7") and turned bright red. He had a big smile on his face as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm Jamie, Adam's brother, is he around here some where?" The guy was talking, and all I could do was stare. He had a gorgeous smile, dark blue eyes, a dark goatee and a great bod. His lips had this perfect shape, I couldn't stop looking at them, perfectly pursed at the top and slightly pouty at the bottom. I stopped staring long enough to mumble "Umm in the living room, that's where the entertainment is." 

A gorgeous smile lit up his face. "Thanks," he paused, he stared at me with his hand out to shake mine, "Oh shit!" I thought, "He wants my name, I'm dumb." 

"Maggie." I said while I was silently cursing myself for turning into such a moron just because of a pretty face 

"...Maggie." He said as he picked up my hand and shook it. Just as soon as he had it in his hands it dropped and he turned around, heading for the living room.

Damn he was sexy, I didn't want to admit it but I wanted this guy instantly. He didn't smell like cologne or anything perfumed, it was just him, he smelled great! 

After helping more guests in and taking coats Jean came to get me. "You want to come party with us yet?"

"I would love to!" I smiled in anticipation of getting out of this hallway.

The living room had become strange since the last time I was in it, and only an hour had passed! The men and women were finally mingling not caring the sex of the stripper putting on the show. Quite a few, including the bride and the groom were already getting tipsy. There were two half barrels on tap, and several bottles of hard liquor. We knew this was going to be rowdy, and I was glad it was, I just wanted to have some fun.

I saw Jean's little sister, the bride, standing against the make shift bar across the room. "Hi Cindy, are you having fun on your last night of freedom?" I asked.

"As much as I can, that's why the wedding isn't until 4 tomorrow!" She giggled into the top of her glass.

On the other end of the bar was her husband-to-be, standing with his gorgeous brother. One drink was all the liquid courage I needed to finally try to strike up a decent conversation with Jamie.

"I thought I'd be locked up in that hallway forever!" I thought this might be a good starting point.

"Glad to see you aren't!" His smile seemed slightly wicked. "Want another drink?" He pointed at my glass.

I nodded, smiled and boldly stared at him while he talked to our make-shift bartender. He really was beautiful; I didn't need alcohol to get courage to seduce this young thing. I knew I looked good that night, decked out in a short black skirt, white cotton men's dress shirt and high heel black boots. It gave me more confidence and when he turned to me with the drink I continued to appraise his body. He seemed a bit uncomfortable under my gaze and looked out into the center of the room, watching the belly dancers. At that moment a beautiful stripper in a nurse's costume came dancing up to us. I watched her wiggle in front of Jamie, pressing her stethoscope against his neck. He smiled at her and pulled a wad of singles out of his pocket and handed me half of them.

"Have some fun with me Maggie" He whispered in my ear.

The stripper noticed the dollar bills folded in my hand and moved closer to me. She bent over in front of me exposing a garter belt and grinding her ass into the air. She had a beautiful body and was succeeding in turning me on quite a bit. She turned back around to face me (after I stuffed a dollar bill in her garter belt), and wrapped her arm around my neck, pushing my head into the cleavage that was spilling out the front of her dress. I pulled my head back, put a dollar bill and my mouth and pressed my face between her large breasts again pushing the dollar bill down with my tongue. She squealed in delight and started to grind her hips to mine. She seemed to start a dance just for me. She unbuttoned the front of her costume exposing a black lace teddy while rotating her hips. She placed one arm to the side of me holding onto the bar and began to dance, grinding down the length of me then back up over and over again. On her way down she would stop near my crotch and smile up at me batting her eyelashes. I was wet with anticipation. 

Jamie couldn't take his eyes off of this scene, and I was glad, this maybe the ice breaker we needed! The nurse continued her show for me until she was completely naked. When her clothes were completely off she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, making me dance with her. She stuck her knee between my legs and pulled my skirt up with it, I grinded against her knee, held her around her waist, and pushed my leg against her crotch. I could feel her pussy getting wet against my stocking – clad thigh which made me ooze, I could feel her leg between my thighs becoming moist. This seemed to encourage us further and we both worked harder to try to bring the other to orgasm. I sensed her body tensing and dug my nails in between the swell of her ass cheeks, reaching for her wet pussy. She sighed against my neck and grinded harder against my thigh, my fingers found her little wet hole and explored the outer edge of it. Not many people could see the extent of what was going on; we were in a dim corner in the back of the room. 

To most of them it looked like I was receiving a private dance, the rest were watching the belly dancers. Jamie had the perfect view and watching him watching us was more fuel for my fire. The girl began to pant hard and wiggle her crotch against my hand and leg. Her body went completely tense, her fingers dug into my thighs right under my ass and I felt cum running down my finger tips. She continued to push her knee against the panty hose that covered my crotch, but I knew I wouldn't be able to orgasm from this so I relaxed and let her recover from her orgasm. She stepped back and whispered in my ear "Thank you sexy that was great." She kissed my lips hard, grabbed her clothes from around my feet and made her way to the other end of the room for more dancing.

Jamie stared at me while I leaned against the bar gulping down my drink. Finally he had something to say.

"Well damn Maggie, that's the best show I've ever gotten, she really liked you!" He said with a huge smile.

I felt so confident at this point "Can you blame her?" I said teasingly.

"Not at all." Was his quiet reply. I looked over to him and noticed a bulge in the front of his pants that he was trying to hide by facing the bar. At the same time he saw the direction that my eyes were looking and boldly faced me. 

"I guess you really did enjoy that show, looks like you need a private dance." I said to him quietly letting my gaze linger on the front of his pants then looked into his blue eyes.

He grabbed my hand and led me from the room. His grasp on my wrist was hard, like an angry parent pulling a naughty child to a punishment. We came to the back of Jeans house, behind the kitchen to a tiny laundry room, I knew the layout and it was obvious that he didn't.

"This is a huge house, what's this?" He asked.

"The laundry room."

"Perfect." 

He turned towards me one hand on my wrist the other on the doorknob. His lips smashed against mine, he tugged at my wrist so that my body collided with his causing us to fall into the room. He kept his tight grip on me, moving his lips harshly against mine, his tongue darted into my mouth, moving over my lips, the kiss becoming tender now. He pushed my back against the open door and slammed his body against mine, the door closed with a loud thud. He pulled his lips from mine and moved them to my neck just below my ear. They felt soft and moist playing against my skin, moving towards my ear. A Street light shining through a tiny window was the only light in the room; it allowed me to watch the side of his face while he covered my neck and ear in tiny bites and kisses. He was beautiful, such high cheek bones, long eyelashes and no matter where I put my hands I felt hard muscle. His scent filled my nostrils as his fingers slid up my thighs digging into the flesh at my hips. He stopped abruptly, stood up straight, and looked at me.

"You can dance for me now."

It almost came out as an order; my heart beat hard against my bra. It sounds very strange but it almost seemed as though I was born to follow Jamie's direction, to obey his every demand.

"But... I can't hear the music that well in here." I said.

"I told you to dance for me." Jamie stated plainly.

I had never done a strip tease before but I watched my nurse closely so I began to move, playing a little rhythm in my head. I closed my eyes, and began to move my hips. I unbuttoned the front of my white shirt, slowly exposing my lacy white bra and a lot of cleavage. Jamie smiled with approval and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I continued to grind my hips against his, down to his calves then back up to stare at his gorgeous neck. He plunged his knee between my thighs so that my entire body was mostly supported by his leg. I could feel the heat of his leg against my crotch, the wet spot in my nylons getting bigger with each pressing stroke of his thigh. My insides throbbed; I wanted his hands up my skirt, his fingers pressing into me. As though he read my mind, he suddenly fell to his knees; his hands grabbed my legs and pulled them further apart. He lifted my skirt and pressed his tongue against my nylon covered pussy. I could feel the coarse hairs on his chin pressing against my thigh, as his tongue worked up to my clit, pushing against the nylon, to separate my lips. 

I felt the muted sensation against my clit and shivered, I could feel cum oozing out of me. I pushed my hips against his face, needing more contact. He tore at the crotch of my panty hose, making a huge hole. His fingers held my lips open while his tongue stabbed into me, his nose collided with my clit, and I gasped. The sensation was unreal, my head was spinning, and I could feel my heartbeat through every inch of my body. I looked down at the top of his head; he must have sensed my gaze because his tongue moved from the inside of my pussy to the folds between my lips and all the way up to my clit. I dug my nails into his scalp to push his face deeper into me. He pulled his head back; the tip of his tongue pressed hard against my clit, his eyes locked with mine and my entire body shook. His tongue made hard circle trails, prolonging the orgasm, racking my body with wave after wave of ecstasy. My entire pussy throbbed, my clit became too sensitive, and I begged him to stop. I fell against the door panting and shaking, my mind still fuzzy from the orgasm. 

When he stood in front of me and looked at me I Threw my arms around his neck, pulling his face towards mine and attacked his lips. I kissed him hard, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling just a bit before I let it go. As he kissed me he pulled at my shin, wrapping one leg around his waist, and then the other. He pushed my back hard against the door. I felt the front of his pants grinding against my inner thighs while his lips explored my neck and cleavage. He had his arms around me with his hands together just under my ass so that, it was like I was sitting on his hands. He pressed into me hard, his dick still covered by his pants pressed into my lips. I gasped and thrust my pelvis, rubbing against him as hard as I could. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, end this torture. 

Jamie dropped my legs abruptly, stepped back and unbuttoned his pants. I watched him undress in the small amount of light. His body was perfect, defined abs and pectorals, a slim waist leading down to hard muscular thighs and calves. He reminded me of Satan himself, his blue eyes sparkling at me in the dark, my mind and body ached for him. 

"Sit on top of the washer." He demanded. 

I obeyed and moved to the other end of the room, faced away from the machine and hoisted my ass onto the cold metal surface. He was between my legs before I could even get my balance, nibbling my nipples through my bra. I grabbed his hair and pressed his face into my breasts, squeezing him closer to me with my legs. He pulled his body back and pulled me with him so that my ass rested on the very edge of machine. His hips slowly moved deeper into my thighs, I felt his cock rub against and down my clit, to my pussy. He plunged into me hard, and let out a moan against my throat. He pounded into me hard, but slowly, every thrust seemed thought out. I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked my ankles behind his back, so that my body moved with his. 

While he fucked me he talked, told me I made sexy noises and I was beautiful, told me how to move my hips and when to stop. He grabbed the back of my head, held me still and began driving into me harder and faster. I tensed my entire body and braced myself so that I wouldn't lose balance. His teeth were clenched, with each thrust he grunted into my cleavage. He grabbed my arms and pulled them from around his neck, and dropped them. He told me to hang on, then grabbed my legs and tipped my body back. My legs went up the front of his chest, his body bending me almost in half. My ankles were locked around his head; I could feel every inch of him drive into me. He pounded me harder and harder until I felt his body tense. He buried his entire length into me, let out a loud cry and collapsed against my legs. He lowered my legs and helped me down from the washer. As I slid down the washer his hands roamed over my body once more. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips softly and sweetly. It was just a feather light peck but it killed me, by the time I recovered he was across the room getting dressed. 

We left the laundry room together and joined the party. The bride and groom were both near passed out and the herd was thinning. Just then Jean came wobbling towards me.

"Heya girl..." she slurred. "You can take off now, this thing is over, the bride and groom are going to hit the sack and I am too." She stumbled over to one of the male exotic dancers and slipped her hand in his and led him away. Just before she disappeared from sight she yelled "thank you!" over her shoulder.

"I have a rental car; I should drive us to your place." Jamie said with a huge grin on his face.

I smiled back, took his out-stretched hand and let him lead me to his car. 

We stayed up all night in bed; he was a very tired best man. He stayed with me the entire weekend; it was the best sex either of us ever had. We agreed to see each other whenever possible before he left. 

The plane should land soon, so now my story is done. Jamie will be waiting for me at the gate, and I know he will give me something new to write about. 



Party Favors



"I've been trying to show you over and over/Look at these, my child-bearing hips/Look at these, my ruby red ruby lips/Look at these, my work strong arms and/You've got to see my bottle full of charm...."

I never sit down at my own parties, even on Valentine's Day. I need to be sure everyone else is happy. You finally catch me in the kitchen, simultaneously carrying several empty wine glasses, swinging my hips freely, and waving toward someone at the front door. I trade lines with three women clustered together in front of the prep table like flowers in a corsage: "Gonna wash that man right out of my hair/Just like the first time he said he didn't care/Gonna wash that man right out of my hair/Heard it before, no more/Gonna take my hips to a man who cares/Turn the corner, there's another one there...."

I deposit my burden on the table and just as my head falls back for the chorus, you reach out and grasp my elbow. I swing gracefully around, already laughing at myself for the jolt of surprise I felt at your touch. I'm a study in contrasts with my full, red taffeta New Look dress, like something out of a Douglas Sirk movie, my hair wild and full, and my makeup teetering on the edge of goth. "Hey," I murmur breathlessly, eyes crinkling with pleasure. "I've been waiting for you, doll." And then I say, "Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise!" You obey, expecting a soft kiss, and instead find that I have popped an hors d'oeuvre into your mouth, my fingertips lingering only the slightest bit on your lips.

When you open your eyes I've already disappeared into the throng again.

The next time you find me I'm on the deck, pouring champagne into a dozen outstretched glasses. The music is quieter, in deference to the hour. Frank Sinatra is crooning about the blues in the night, and you can see even in the feeble moonlight that I've managed to eat off all my lipstick, leaving my lips naked and a little swollen. You approach me from behind again, one hand circling my waist and the other in my hair, drawing it back from my ear as I settle comfortably against you. We rock a little, side to side, and I pass the bottle to Anna with a saucy grin. "Temptress," you whisper in my ear, the consonants tickling me. "Succubus. Darling. Angel. You steal my dreams -- now, what will you give me in return?" Pressing back against you, I say, as if to the group at large, "I need to fetch some more wine, I think," and then I stride into the house, pulling you behind, your fingers braceleting my wrist.

We duck inside my makeshift pantry, not much bigger than a closet, and as soon as the door shuts I lift my head like child, wordlessly asking for a kiss. My eyes are wide, my lips cold. It's the champagne -- they warm soon enough under your ministrations, and the inside of my mouth feels almost hot in contrast. "Good party," you murmur, your lips against mine, the phrase felt more than heard. No time for romance, though - as my right hand tenderly, lightly strokes the back of your neck, my left is already burrowing in-between us. I sense your reaction to my touch at the same moment that I cup your crotch, thumb tracing the length of your shaft through layers of fabric. We both gasp within the confines of our kiss. You burrow blindly beneath layers of crinoline, bat at it in vain for a few moments, toss it into the air only to have it gently settle over my thighs again. Finally you bunch it up in your left fist, holding it tight against my hip. The back of the dress falls down behind me like a train. The entire time, your mouth never leaves mine.

I wore thigh high stockings just for you, so it's an easy matter for you to slip the crotch of my thin silk panties to one side, your fingers lathered with my excitement. You pull away just long enough to lick each finger in turn before my transfigured face, and then you charmingly intone, "Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise." Your mouth descends on mine again, carrying traces of my own tangy elixir.

And then you are inside me. I feel you stretching me inch by inch as I almost involuntarily clench against you. My body leans forward and back as I adjust my center of gravity. I'm on my toes, trying for a little more height despite my heels.

Then, in one quick thrust, you are truly inside me. What came before was just a trailer. I gasp and bury my face in your neck, my breath coming quick and shallow. But you won't let me hide. With your free hand you tip my head back, cradling my chin, and say, "Open your eyes." You want to see my face; know my desire.

I realize that part of you wants everyone else to know it as well. There are guests no more than 3 feet from us, the door is a cheap hollow core suburban model. I can see the tension in your face; the challenge to me.

You're moving faster now - or perhaps I am. My upper body sways back, incongruously keeping me steady. But we are joined below like some mythical creature.

I know, at this moment, you want to make me scream.

It's a little scary. But that also makes it a little fun.

My mouth opens and I look at you pleadingly, beseeching you to have pity on me in my weakness, and you do. You're so good to me; you slip four fingers into my mouth and I let my head drop back against a shelf, happily gagged. Part of me is grateful to you for pulling me back from the edge, and part is still trapped in sensation. I'm so fragile, I suspect the only thing holding me up is your steadfast cock.

Slam! Slam! Slam! It's almost bruisingly violent, but like an actor pulling a punch, you hold back just a bit at the end of the stroke. It's just what I needed; the dress didn't fool you. In my mind, I'm calling to you, praising you, begging you. I try to take all of the thoughts and force them downward to whisper to my pussy. I know that I only have a minute, or you'll have no choice but to leave me aching and empty for the rest of the evening. Rising and falling in place, I suddenly think that I am in relevé -- as if this were a most unusual ballet class.

Then I feel the orgasm coming, and I bite your fingers when what I want is to open my mouth wide and scream. It's so much harder to be quiet now, especially since you don't slow at all. Usually you hold me in that moment so we can both savor every contraction, but there's no time; if anything you thrust even faster, my pussy clamping down on your shaft as you move, but unable to hold you. The rhythm breaks for a moment, we're at cross-purposes, and I'm afraid we'll have to stop.

But instead you give me one good shake, press down and drive through the confusion. I am stupid with pleasure and all I can think is that this is so fucking good. Each new stroke feels as though it is opening me anew.

You make a pained noise and I look at you full on, my eyes almost gentle despite the wanton movement of my hips. I know you want to come. At this moment I am merely a vessel for your pleasure. This isn't ideal, I know, but it's all we have right now, and I need it, though I'm unsure how much you are even entirely aware of me anymore. Your thumb grasps the underside of my jaw, and the flailing of my head sends several boxes of pasta to the ground. I feel you come, hear you swallow your own groans, and it makes me giggle with a simple, uncomplicated happiness. It takes a long time for you to pump it all into me, but I press my palm against the base of your spine until I'm sure you're completely drained.

In the background I can just make out Julie London's voice, singing, "When love is slow, oooh, honey -- what a tonic for my nerves...." We stand sweating and gasping amid neatly arrayed cans and boxes, and start to laugh, damp foreheads pressed together. 



Party Favors



Angela pulled the ringing cell phone from her purse. "Hello?"

"Hi, Angie"

"Brenda! How's our favorite fly-babe? What's the news and schmooze?

"Oh, just bunches. First off, Joe and I will absolutely be at you guys' New Year's Party. However that will be the last time I see you for a couple of months. I'm off to learn how to fly a new RPV and that's all I will ever be able to say about it. I can say that there is a gold oak leaf in it for me."

"Oho! One of thos RPV's, huh? And congratulations, Major Corleone. Will Joe go with you?"

"No, he has to mind the fortress here at the base."

"No! The poor man, left alone and nooky-less for two months? How will he survive—other than car key parties at the Officers' club?"

"Actually, we've got that covered. Elliot and Karen were by a couple of nights ago and they insisted on taking us out to dinner. At the restaurant they presented us with matching Rolex watches, if you can believe. It turns out Karen is pregnant and she says it feels different enough from the first three that she doesn't need an ultrasound to tell her it's a boy. Chalk one up for the deer camp. She's one of those women who can feel herself ovulating so she knows it was my Joe? Anyway they are so grateful Karen has promised to 'take good care' of the guy while I'm gone. Needless to say we insisted that they spend the night."

"Mmmm, and doesn't Elliot make such a nice contrast to Joe? He's so lithe and smooth instead of all swarthy and hairy like il Corleone. Getting bonked by Joe is like having sex with a bear, except for the snorts and growls, of course."

"Oh he does that too but all I have to do is elbow him into turning over."

Angela giggled. "I don't remember him snoring at the camp but after getting fucked as hard as we were I probably slept in spite of the noise."

Brenda continued, "Another thing I was calling about was those party favors we discussed. Did you find a good price on them? Silicone is so damned expensive."

"Ah-yep. I found them half-price on Amazon so I got four: electric blue, purple, lime green and scarlet."

"And have you taken one for a test drive?"

"Oh yeah! It took two martinis, lots of sweet talk, a promise that we would take turns and half a tube of KY but Mase finally gave in and let me fuck him up the ass. And, just as we predicted, he loved it. So, I think that handing them out at the party will be a real hit. I just worry about how Bill will take it."

"Don't. I was talking to Shawna and managed to wiggle the conversation around to such 'perversions' and she said that it's one of their favorite games. Itty-bitty Shawna gets dressed up all Domme, straps one on and just works Bill over. Turns out the biggest guy in our group is also the biggest sub."

There was a long silence. "Well if that don't beat all to Hell! Whodda thunk? Okaaaaay! I can see this party swingin' right along. So what are you bringing . . .?"

*

New Year's Eve, Shawna sat humming happily to herself as Bill motored the big pick-up through the evening. She hugged her Christmas fur coat closer and closed her eyes in contentment.

"Y'know, honey, the others are going to be really suspicious when you insist on wearing that mink indoors." Bill had his tongue firmly stuck in his cheek as he drawled. "And what are you going to do when the hors d'oeuvres come out? You'll spill on that thing and hate yourself for weeks."

"Oh, I'll manage. I might skip the munchies and just carry the champagne flute around until it's time for the great reveal. You think I'll be a hit?"

"After our little party at the deer camp? Uh-huh! I don't know what the other girls' plans are but if there is an auction in the offing . . ."

She reached over and punched his shoulder. "Evil husband, evil, evil, evil! If there's going to be any auction action, William Miller, the ass on the line will be yours!"

Bill thought about that for a while. "Meh, there are worse fates."

*

The longer Joe Corleone drove toward the Halloways, the more suspicious he got. Finally, he pulled over on the snowy shoulder, set the break and turned full facing his wife. "Brenda, I know that cluelessness is a secondary sex characteristic for men but here we are, headed for a party with friends that is guaranteed to result in everyone getting into each other pants and you're chatting along about absolutely nothing. Give me a break, girl, you and Angela have cooked something up, haven't you?"

His wife reached out and patted his cheek soothingly. "Now Giuseppe, being a control freak is perfectly appropriate when you're running the general's office but even a warrant officer needs an occasional surprise. You didn't expect Angela to pop up the car key party idea but you got what you've wanted for a long time, and so did everyone else. Happiness reigned because you let go and didn't insist on running everything. Why should it be any different this time? Now, be a good boy and get us back on our way; there's nothing to be afraid of."

*

"Karen, quit stroking my crotch. You'll make me run off the road."

"Poo, you're just jealous because you have to keep both hands on the wheel instead of groping me in return. I know how you think, Elliot Boxer."

"Huh! And do you know how Angie and Brenda think? You didn't seem surprised when they brought out the bowl of keys back at the deer camp. I'll bet you had a hand in planning that."

"Uh-uh, nobody had any hands in planning that. I admit we'd talked about it but there was no definite plan to throw an orgy. It wasn't until we knew we were going to get snowed in that opportunity knocked. So we took it."

"And I'm glad we did. Mom will be so happy with a grandson for a change. Here I am, the only son amid four sisters and of all the grandchildren in the family, you're carrying the only boy. He'll be so spoiled . . ."

"And tonight I do have an inkling of what they've got in mind. Not in detail, mind, but broadly. It's going to be quite an evening if I'm right."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I'm not telling. Even if I knew for sure I wouldn't spill the beans. Besides, that's only Bren and Angie. Don't forget Shawna may have something 'specially hot to add, too."

"Yeah, she was so reluctant until Mase got her into bed and went to work. I've never heard a woman go off like that. Talk about a screamer . . ."

"Really! And she did the same thing for the next four nights. It didn't matter who was pounding her into the mattress, she blew up like a sky rocket with all of you guys. Very impressive orgasms, that gal. And now she's enthusiastic about us all getting together again. You gonna try for her ass? I understand Mason was amazed at how much muscle control she has back there."

"Does she, now? Well, if the option arises I will definitely keep that bit of information in mind. Shawna Miller en coda . . . I like the sound of it already!"

*

Angela Holloway regarded the image in her mirror. Long blonde hair brushed and shiny, enough make-up to look sexy but not enough to make a smudgy mess when the going got hot, strapless sequined sheath hugging her curves—there was no question that she was a dish tonight. And on some other night she might have had ideas about being a main dish but tonight the emphasis would not be on her. Her nose wrinkled into an expression of mischief. Even Mason had no idea what was going to go on tonight. Oh, he was quite sure that he'd be having sex with someone other than her and on that point he was right. The devil was in the details.

"Angie, they're starting to arrive."

Oh, good. We can spend an hour or so catching up since November, another hour or so flirting over the hors d'oeuvres and champagne and then things will get serious. Hot damn, will they get serious!

The Millers were, as usual, the last to arrive. Shawna swept in through the front door in full diva mode. "Darlings, how are you all? Come, everyone, kisses . . ."

Elliot handed Bill a flute of champagne, "Hell of a coat, Mr. Miller. Company bonus or something?"

Bill grinned wide, his eyes mere slits. "She may not know it but that coat is a reward for a certain someone who stuck her hand into a covered bowl thinking she was in control. But when her plans were blown asunder, she surrendered her 'virtue' to all my huntin' buddies. It's also for not gettin' all bent out of shape for my taking liberties with the ladies."

"Well, that's certainly a better payoff then she ever got from the alumni association when she put out for the backfield. I'd say that was right sugar-daddy of you, William."

"Thank-you. As an aside, Mr. Boxer, I am given to understand the two of you are expecting a son and heir?"

"Actually three of us are. The rest of the family will be so thrilled they will conveniently overlook any lack of resemblance. How about you two? Any family plans in your neck of the woods."

Bill looked chagrined. "She's starting to talk about it. In her opinion she now has four husbands to choose from so after I give her the first kid she'll be looking over the stud farm, to put it crudely."

"Well if it's a daughter she wants, I can almost certainly oblige. That's all my family has thrown for the last two generations. I sometimes wonder about my own existence, you know . . ."

As Shawna flirted around the room, Angie came out of the kitchen bearing a large plate of canapés. Taking one look at the scene, she put it down and with cries of "Fashion show, fashion show!" pushed all the chairs into two rows facing each other. She clapped her hands, "Seats everyone."

Smiling broadly, Shawna struck a pose at one end of the 'runway' and sauntered to the other. Everyone applauded as she twirled and strutted. At last she stopped in front of her husband. "If you would be so kind, dah-ling?"

Bill stood, took the lapels of the coat between the thumbs and index fingertips of each hand and whisked it off of her. She was naked. The applause turned to wolf whistles, foot-stomps and shouts of "You go, girl!" "Mama mía!" and "Atta babe!" Pose followed pose, each more provocative than the last until as a finale, Shawna slithered down the line, pausing on each man's lap long enough to deliver a torrid kiss. Panting she sat next to Karen.

"M'gawd, Shawna, a full, waxed Brazilian? Don't those hurt?"

"Just a little but nothing is too good for my guys, yanno. Now that I've got them, I want to keep them."

This was from the young woman who only two months before kept trying to tell herself that she was not, repeat not, going to play any games that led to mate swapping. In the end she had yielded to the group's gentle pressure and then, to her own astonishment, had loved every minute of it. Poly-love? Yeah, baby!

The evening wore on. In the midst of offering her guests more champagne, Angela felt hands take hold of the zipper pull on the back of her dress and slide it all the way down. A gentle push on the material on each side and she stood in strapless bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. "Well, don't just stand there, man" Brenda directed her husband, "strip her down!" In seconds only the stockings and high heels remained. Next Bill took her in his arms and kissed her deeply and long, leaving her panting when the kiss finally broke.

Karen let out a little squeal as Elliot lifted her from the floor and deposited her onto Mason's waiting lap. Before he could do anything she began to shimmy and grind, doing a lap dance that became a strip tease. Brenda looked around in disgust. "And what am I, chopped liver?" Before the sentence ended her clothes began to fly across the room and when she was completely nude the cloth was replaced by warm hands that covered, fondled, teased and tweaked. "Well now, that's better." She remarked and started to undo the buttons down Bill Miller's big chest. Once the shirt was open she paused to kiss and lick his chest, taking particular pains with each dark nipple.

"Well," Angela said, "that seems to get the party off well. And where there's a party, there must be party favors. And here," she reached under an end table, "they are! Now lovers and ladies, it works like this. Each woman takes a box with the favor in it and each man takes a ball with a lady's name in it. Guys, you join your playmate for the evening, then she opens the box and the fun begins."

"Ooo, sexy. What's in the favors box?" Shawna leaned forward with interest.

"You have to have a stud before you get to find out, darlin'." Angela proffered the bowl to Shawna who took out a box. She did the same for each of her friends, taking the last box for herself. "Well, gentlemen?"

Joe opened his ball and found a slip of paper that said "Shawna". Raising an eyebrow appreciatively, he stood next to her chair. "May I?" 

"But of course, dear man." Shawna rose from her seat and when Joe settled down onto it, nestled herself comfortably on his lap. Once all the couples were matched up the women popped the seal on the boxes and opened them.

"Oh my!"

"What the Hell?"

"No, it's can't be . . ."

"Great lightning, that looks like a . . ."

Elliot reached down and took the 'favor' from Brenda. "Good grief. I've seen this model. It's a like a strap-on dildo that doesn't need a harness. This end is big and shaped so that when she squeezes down on it she can start humping away. It's a lot faster to use than the old kind."

Joe looked puzzled. "Now hang on. Aren't those things usually for lesbians? Since none of you girls have tendencies along those lines, are you suggesting that . . ."

Mason grinned. "Joe, I hate to break it to you like this but—maybe you don't know your wife as quite as well as you think?"

Brenda stuck out her tongue at him. "Karen, slap that man for me, would you? I was going to keep that a surprise for his birthday or something. However, Joe honey, that isn't what we have in mind for tonight."

Joe sat upright. "Wait just a darn minute! I'm not . . ."

Shawna squirmed around in his lap and wrapped her arms around his head. "Baby," she purred, "the cock end isn't any bigger than you are. I know that from experience. And I have it on good authority that your Bren regularly takes you 'back there' and loves it. And if this is your first time, I promise I'll be gentle. Bill can tell you I know how, even if I'm not always gentle with him." She winked.

"Joe," Mason said quietly, "I felt just like you do about ten days ago. Angie proved me wrong. It feels a whole lot better than you think."

"Giuseppe," Brenda scolded softly, "you never complain when I snap on a glove and give you a prostate massage. At least those noises you make don't sound like complaints. Relax and give it a try. If you don't like it we'll never even mention these things again."

"Besides, baby," Shawna's voice dripped honey, "after I've done you, you get to do me the same way. Doesn't that sound like fun? Wouldn't you like to stick your big ol' thing up my hot brown ass? Hmmm?"

Joe was sweating. Shawna's wiggles had him stiff as a bat. He looked around the room. Angela was lying back on Bill's lap with her eyes closed as his big dark hands roamed slowly over her body. Karen had most of Mason's clothes off already and was sucking and biting his nipples. Elliot was no support either. Brenda straddled his thighs with her hands on his knees rubbing her crotch on his. Men have two heads and the one with the most blood runs the body. "Okay, I'll play along this one time if you promise to be careful and let me buttfuck you, too."

"Gooooood Joey," Shawna leaned up and nipped his earlobe, "you have no idea what you're in for. I promise. Now, sugar, since I'm already all hot and wet, why don't you just unpack this fine toy? I'll spread myself wide and you stick it in."

She turned back around, spread her thighs and held her cherry-filled chocolate pussy open. He took out the bright red toy and, after a couple of tries, pushed the short, thick end inside her. "Oh!" Shawna's eyes popped open wide, "I feel so full . . ." 

She stood up and looked down. The bright red silicone phallus stood up stiff and proud, glowing bright against her dark skin. She reached down and gave it a stroke. "Ooo, that's fun. It—it pushes on m G-spot and when I wank it rubs my clit, too. Girls, you have got to put yours on!"

In a minute Angela had a blue cock to match her eyes, pale Karen's was chrome yellow and brunette Brenda sported one in lime green. They looked at each other sideways.

In the midst of her first hand job, Karen said thoughtfully, "These have possibilities. I can already imagine them working in threesomes and quartets. Yeah, since I'll have to keep two men happy for a couple of months, this is going to get a lot of use."

Angela reached back and took Bill's hand, pulling him to his feet. "Mase, honey, I'll take Bill to our room. When don't the rest of you spread out through the house? We can meet back here in an hour or so for refreshments while the men recharge."

Mason lifted Karen easily in his arms. "I'll take Karen to the office down the hall. There's a guest room upstairs and these couches here are great for sex. We use them a lot!"

Brenda looked at Shawna. "Any preferences?"

Shawna had Joe on his feet and stripped down to his silk boxers and socks. She ran her fingers through the thick hair on his torso and rubbed her hands over his shiny bare head. "Oh, I think Joey and I will do just fine on the sofas, darlin'. You go ahead and take Elliot upstairs. I expect to hear bedsprings creak, y'hear?"

"More than just bedsprings, I think. Come on, Elliot, it's time you got in touch with your receptive side." She picked up a tube of KY jelly and a package of latex gloves in one hand and took Elliot by the other. "You can wait 'til we get upstairs to strip for me, baby. I like the Chippendale style but if you want to try something else, go ahead." 

Shawna pushed Joe gently onto the sofa and dropped to her knees between his thighs. "I'm gonna do you slow and hot, baby, and when you're begging me I'll slick this bad boy up and give you the ride of your life. You're gonna go home and beg Brenda for it again. I know, my Bill does, almost as often as he fucks my pussy." She opened her mouth and began to lick and kiss his hard member. Soon he was moaning. 

"Oh god, Shawna, that feels so good. Don't stop, girl, whatever you do, don't stop." 

She reached under his ballsack and began to play with it slowly pushing her fingers farther and farther under him. She stroked his peritoneum making him moan louder yet. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. 

"For god's sake, woman, finish me off. Anyway you want, just let me cum!"

That was what she had been waiting for. Shawna stood up, pulled on a glove and opened the lubricant. "Roll over on your tummy, honey, and spread your legs. This is gonna feel soooo good to you . . ."

She spread his cheeks with one hand and applied a gob of lube with two fingers of the other. First she rubbed it around, massaging and relaxing his anal sphincters, and then she gently pressed until both fingers were inside him. More lube followed and more massage. Joe whimpered softly.

The touches stopped while she squeezed an entire handful of the gel into the gloved hand and then smeared it all over the dildo. She climbed onto his back and settled between his legs. A couple of strokes across his shoulder blades with her nipples and then she pushed the tool against his waiting star. "Here it comes, Joey," she whispered, "relax, just relax and let it happen."

Corleone let out a moan as the head of the dildo slid into him. She waited for a moment and then with a grunt drove it all the way in. "Oh!" Joe's head came up in surprise.

"Now I've got you, Joseph, right where I want you and you can't get away. You are in for the fucking of your life, stud." And she began to pump. Long, slow steady thrusts banged against his prostate again and again. Soon he was lifting his hips in response and moaning with pleasure.




Party Favors



"I knew you'd like it, Joe, men always do. Not all women will take it up the ass the second time but when a chick does a guy right once, he's ready for it again forever—just like you will be. Now, I'm gonna speed up and make you cum like you've never cum before. It will be such a mess—I love it!"

"SHAWWWWWWNNNNNNNNAAAA!"

*

Bill lay on his back with his feet over Angela's shoulders. "Woman, you peg like a pro. How long have you been doing Mase?"

"Only did him once, right after these came in the mail. But I 'spect I'll be doing it again. Of course, I do have to let him bugger me in return. All that lube makes such a mess we keep a special bedspread to do it on. What do you guys do?"

"Ohhhhhhh . . . I—just bend over—the bed. Shawna gets—up on a—little stool and does me. I—think—we'll have to—try this more—OFTEN!!" Semen jetted up onto his belly but Angela didn't stop. After all, Mason didn't stop just because she climaxed and she wasn't about to until she had one of her own. It took a while . . . 

"Oh! Oh, Mason—your tongue is driving me crazy. I'm supposed to be doing you, tonight, dammit, stop!"

"Not yet, Karen" his voice was muffled by her pussy, "you need to be good and juicy to put this thing in."

She tensed her belly muscles and started to pant. That always helped her cum. A few more licks and she shuddered. He kept eating her and she spasmed again and again. Finally, in frustration she rolled over on one side where he couldn't get at her.

"Enough, Holloway! Now, you bastard, it's your turn."

He handed her the dildo and the lube bottle with a huge grin on his face. He knelt down on the computer chair with his butt stuck out. "Go for it, Karen."

She inserted the fat end into her pussy. Shawna had been right, it was big and she did feel full. Mmmm, yes this definitely has possibilities. I can already see this stuck up Elliot's butt while I suck off Joe. Yeah, three-way play!

She stood behind the man, covered the dildo in KY and grabbing him by both hips shoved it home. "Uh!"

"That's what you get, you rat, for tormenting me. And now I'm gonna make you cum!"

*

Upstairs, Brenda was finishing tying Elliot face-down over a pile of pillows. She spanked him lightly. "So, Mr. Boxer, just how do you do Mrs. Boxer's backside?"

"Mmmf."

"Elliot, put hour head up and talk. I asked you a question."

"Uh, I don't, actually."

"What? Don't tell me Karen won't let you buttfuck her!"

"No—I've never asked her. The subject never came up until tonight."

"Really? Well, that changes some plans for the evening. You really ought to be the one to pop that cherry, bein' her husband and all. Tell you what, in an hour or so, you just do what I'm about to do. She'll love this just like you will."

She gloved up and began to work his butt. Slowly she massaged and stretched him adding more and more gel as she went. Soon three fingers were teasing his prostate gland but only teasing. To his frustration, Elliot couldn't get her to go any faster or push any harder.

"Uh-uh, naughty boy. No hurrying." The gel tube 'glooped' again, this time all over the aggressive end of the dildo. "Mmmp!" Brenda pushed her end in then tossed the glove away. "Okay, Elliot, take a deep breath and push out 'cause here it comes."

Elliot was amazed at the sensation. The tool was smooth and slick. It popped inside him and as she thrust it stretched him out even more. The nerve endings in his anus were driven crazy and when the head hit his prostate he saw stars twinkle inside his eyelids. Nothing in his life was like it and he immediately admitted to himself that Brenda was right. He was definitely going to be up for more of this kind of play. 

Her stiff nipples brushed his back as she shimmied. "Oho, you like this, too, do you? Well, Karen and I will just have to have a little talk later tonight. Isn't it fun to learn new things?"

*

Much later they came downstairs and found Shawna sitting on the sofa next to the coals in the fireplace. The room was dark and when they drew near they saw Joe Corleone asleep with his head on her lap, a faint smile playing across his aquiline features.

Shawna put a finger to her lips. "I think he liked it," she whispered.

Brenda and Elliott sat next to her. "And did he get into you, too?" Brenda asked.

Shawna shook her head. "After I cleaned him up, we curled up here so he could rest and recharge and the next thing I knew he was out like a light."

Brenda shook her head and grinned. "Men! They simply have no stamina, yanno. I mean . . ."

Faint snores came from the other side of her. Elliott's head rested on her shoulder. Shawna nodded in sympathetic agreement. "I guess we'll have to give them some more time. Or we could . . ."

"Mmm, we sure could. But you know, I think poor Joe has enough shocks for tonight? Finding his wife in the arms of another woman can wait until I make a proper show of it. Maybe when I get back from Randolph we could throw a party and have the women start on the floor? And after they'd been watching for a while the men would just attack us!"

"Girl, I like the way you think."

Angela came down stars—alone. She stopped at the entrance to the living room, looked around and smiled wide. "What?" she whispered, "yours, too? Bill's sawing logs upstairs and—where are Mase and Karen? 

Brenda pointed down the hall. Angela nodded and crept along the carpet. When she came back her shoulders shook with muffled laughter. "They're both asleep! Well, ladies, do we go ahead on our own or shall we just break out some blankets and curl up for the night?"

"Blankets," Shawna replied. "Brenda just told me she'd rather keep the revelation of the girlie-play until she gets back from training. She's not sure Joe needs any more surprises this time. I say we call it a night and then take up where we left off after breakfast. No?"

"Yes. Here, let's get Elliott over on the other couch and I'll get enough covers for everyone down here. I'll go back upstairs with Bill and you two can have the guest room."

*

The next morning Brenda and Shawna woke up when they felt the bed being jostled. Joe was kneeing the mattress, coffee pot in one hand and a pair of mugs in the other. "Here you are, ladies. Elliott has a soufflé in the oven so wake yourselves up and hit the shower. Breakfast is in about forty minutes."

"Giuseppe, you are a complete angel," Shawna held out the warm mug. "You really are earning my backside, you know. Keep this up and I may just go home with you and send Brenda off with Bill!"

Angela appeared in the doorway with a pair of robes and two pair of stretchy slippers. "And since we're just going be diving back into bed afterwards, there's no sense getting dressed. However, to keep the guys from dropping their food while they stare at your hooters, you can wear these while you eat."

Warm and well-fed, the group reassembled in the living room.

"Now," Brenda began, "are we really all up for buggery? Because if we are I think four enemas are in order. It's just nicer to be clean inside and out, after all."

Karen bit her lower lip. She looked at Elliott, wide-eyed. "All of us? I've never done it that way before."

"I know," Brenda interjected, "and I, for one, think that you hubby really ought to be the one to pop that particular cherry. I coached him last night so he can 'break you in' gently so to speak. Now, off to the bathroom with you. Shoo!"

"I'm next," Shawna was firm. "I promised Joe a trip up the Hershey bar road and he's going to get it."

Angela smiled slyly. "I'm already clean," she reached over and patted Bill's crotch, "so if the big boy is ready?"

His big, dark fingers ran through her hair and gently clutched a handful. "He sure is, lover, and I'm really looking forward to seeing this dark salami hiding up that pink ass of yours." He stood up, pulling her with him.

"Ooo! Are you going to tie me up?" Angie put her hands behind her back.

"I was thinking of tying them to the bed posts." The couple started up the stairs.

"Elliott, why don't you take Karen upstairs to the guest bedroom. I'm sure Mason and I will be just fine in the office, won't we honey?" Brenda stood up and languorously let her robe fall to the floor. We'll just get in the mood while the line in the bathroom finishes." She took his hand and led him down the hall.

Karen came back, blushing furiously. "I—I guess I'm ready, Elliott. Be careful, please?"

Elliot picked up one of the lubricant tubes out of the basket on the coffee table. "Baby, I'll be sweet as sugar and gentle as a kitten. After all, I think I'm going to want to do this again sometime."

When they got to the guest bedroom, Elliott put the gel down on the nightstand. "Karen, I want to make sure you are good and ready before we give this a try so just lay back and spread your legs. I think a half hour of pussy eating should do the trick." He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it suggestively.

"Shall I put a pillow under my butt? Wouldn't want you to get a stiff neck or anything." She sat on a pillow and lay back, arms stretched over her head. Spreading her knees she murmured, "You can just do anything you want with that nasty tongue of yours, baby. And I don't think it will take any half an hour, either."

Spreading her labia, Elliott slowly ran his tongue up her slit, wiggling just the tip. After a few minutes he leaned in farther and putting his lips direct over her clit, began to suck gently. She hummed. When he wiggled his tongue and sucked at the same time, she moaned and began to thrust her hips against his face. Clutching his hair, Karen whimpered, gasped and then screamed. "Oh god, Elliott, gaaaaaawwwwwwwwwd!"

He didn't let up. Orgasm after orgasm jolted her frame until they all joined together into one continuous roll. At last she went limp. Elliott looked up in alarm. "Karen?" He patted her face.

"Mmm?" She came too with a lazy grin. "Damn, honey, that was the best you've ever done." She rolled up on one side. "Give me that cock." 

She opened her mouth and began to suck. Within moments he was hard. She pushed her head down and swallowed. Karen considered 'deep throat' one of her specialties and was quite up front about how much she enjoyed the slightly salty taste of semen. But this morning's entertainment was supposed to be about 'tail' not 'head' so after just a couple of gulps she released her husband, kissed his cheek and got up on her knees and elbows. "I'm ready, Elliott."

She closed her eyes in anticipation. Though she knew full well that there was no guarantee she would enjoy being sodomized, considering how much fun other kinds of sexual activity had been ever since those first gropings in the back seat, she thought the chances were good. Elliott's finger pressed against her anus, rubbing and massaging cool gel around. More pressure and more gel and it was inside her spreading the lubricant around the inside of her rectum. Next she was penetrated by two fingers that not only spread gel but gently stretched her sphincters wider and wider. Finally, the sensitive nerve endings told her that Elliot was pushing three fingers together through the opening and up in side. He rotated his hand around, shoving the fingers to the last knuckle. 

"I believe you're ready, my love."

He knelt between her knees and rubbed a well-greased phallus around his target. "Push out, now."

She pushed and as she did the round helmet spread her wide and slipped within. "Ow!"

He stopped moving at once. "Relax, Karen, relax, relax."

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay, honey, give me more."

Once more she pushed and he slid in the rest of the way, the entire length of his manhood spitting her like a roast chicken. He growled and clutched her hips. Slowly withdrawing the then thrust hard, driving himself into her again. She gasped. Elliott began to piston in and out. Karen whimpered then, to her surprise, began to moan. Softly at first, her cries grew louder and more fevered until at last she screamed wordlessly in the most intense orgasm of her life. Nothing the woman had ever experienced could have prepared her for the violence of her climax. Another stroke and, Elliott grunting with effort shot a load in his wife's ass and then collapsed onto her back. 

*

In the next room Angela grimaced with effort as she forced herself down onto Bill's solid erection. Whether or not black men in general were what legend said, her friend William was definitely well-equipped and a lot harder to take up her butt than Mason. When she had finally impaled herself on him, she sat for a moment, panting with effort. 

"Ow, that hurts, baby, but it's a good hurt. Kind of like the way my butt feels when Mason gives me a good spanking. Did Shawna ever tell you you're built like a ball bat?"

He grinned wordlessly in reply. She leaned forward, put her hands on his chest and began to ride. Up and down she slid feeling the long shaft stretch, spread and violate her least used orifice. Mason is going to insist on buggering me more often after this, I know he will. And he'll get it but I'll make him put out for me, too. That party favor is going to get worn out! Oh gaaawwwwwd!

Shawna's feet were over Joe's shoulders, her knees pressed against her ample breasts. He grunted and growled as he plundered her. Unlike the other women, Shawna didn't cum nor did she feel any need to. The look on her lover's face and the pleasure he took from using her ass was reward enough, she felt. Being seduced and royally fucked at the deer camp two months ago was probably the best thing that had happened to her since her honeymoon. Now she had four husbands to enjoy and the possibility of bearing children for each of them. The idea brought a tingle to her pussy. Maybe she could work up to an orgasm this way . . . 

*

"Mason, dearest, have you and Angela been playing 'alternate route' forever or have you just been practicing hard?"

"Oh, I was up her butt when we were still dating. The college we went to had this really prim idea about coeds on birth control and sometimes it was easier to get hold of butter or baby oil than condoms. The one thing I learned early on was that lots of lube was essential. Having your partner crying because you hurt her really takes the fun out of sex. But she was determined to learn to relax enough to enjoy it. How about you and Joe?"

"Joe? Just look at him. He's the hairiest man I know, all machismo and swashbuckling virility. It turns a lot of women I know completely off but for some reason it appeals to me. I guess I'm sort of masochistic-sub kind of feminist. Anyway, we'd been dating about a month when he announced one night that he intended to take me around the world. He tied my hands behind my back, made me kneel down and give him a blow job. Then he leaned me over the bed, fucked me blue then greased up my butt and did me a job. I was so relaxed from the fucking that it didn't hurt a bit. Like I told him later, the sensations were odd and different but I figured I could learn to enjoy being buggered. I did. So, since you're all hard and ready I'll just bend over and spread?"

As his cock sank into her pucker, Mason once again thought how grateful he was to have a wife who not only approved of open relationships but would seduce her girlfriends into sharing themselves with him. Variety was the spice of life, indeed. If Shawna was claiming she had four husbands, he was more than happy with his four 'wives'.

"Damn, Brenda, for a woman with a well-reamed ass, you're tight." He slapped her buttocks in time as he plunged into her again and again. Soon he hit his stride and anal sex became a dance that was hypnotic in its rhythm. He completely failed to notice that the other couples were gathered in the office doorway, watching. At last he could hold out no longer and with a groan spewed his cum up Brenda's ass. The crowd in the doorway burst into spontaneous applause. 

When he and CPT Corleone came out of the shower the others had lunch ready. The Millers and Boxers had coupled up again and Angela slithered up to Mason and twined her hands behind his head. "Happy New Year Mr. Holloway. And wasn't that more fun than watching the Rose Bowl?"

"It was. But it does give me some ideas about half time on Super Bowl Sunday . . ."



Party Favors



I have this problem. I'm old. Not decrepit, nor invalid old, but old enough that my beard is nearly white, and my hair once black is streaked with grey. Not exactly a positive advertisement to get young, fresh pussy. Yes, I am old enough though to be a dirty old man. And that is why I am sitting here at my nephew's football game checking out all of the young vibrant flesh in yoga pants, volleyball shorts, and short shorts as they climb the bleachers, and jump around bouncing wonderful nubile titties. And that is all I can do, look. I will not go to jail for too young a pussy. I won't take advantage of a child. 

My nephew has always had friends around, and even though his Mother has to be out of town for his eighteenth birthday, I am the one to watch or rather chaperone his party tonight after the game is over. One pent up frustrating night. The only good thing, is that he will be happy, and not moping about as his team is kicking ass. So all I'd need to do is sit with a beer and watch a late west coast game. 

The game ended, I folded my chair and headed for my van. I put it in the back, and opened the side door for Kenny and any of his friends who wanted to hitch a ride with us now, instead of coming later. I got in the driver's seat and waited. A group of girls was approaching the van, one of whom I recognized, but the other four were unknown to me. 

Sabrina came up to my driver's door and leaned in to talk. 

"Hi Uncle Jack. You watching over the party tonight?" she said flashing her beautiful smile and perfect white teeth. Her father was the town's preeminent Dentist. 

"Yeah, unfortunately. I guess it will be a beer and a late football game on the tv for me. Well, that is, if you guys can keep it under control." 

Sabrina ran her index finger along my forearm and as she did so said in a soft voice, "I am always under control, even when a guy makes me lose it. Are you always in control? Hunh, Uncle Jack?"

One of her friends called out, "Sabrina you slut, come on we gotta go!"

"You go guys, I'm catching a ride to Kenny's with his Uncle, anyone wanna come?" 

They talked rapidly and loudly among themselves, but it appeared that only one was willing to join us. As she neared the van Sabrina quipped, "Get yer arse in the van Sally!" As Sally climbed in Sabrina slapped her ass. 

"Hey, here comes Kenny girls." 

Sabrina moved into the seat behind me and leaned precariously close to me. Her left breast was nearly rubbing my cheek. I turned to look up close as I swore I could see her nipple harden. "Yeah," Sabrina said, "It gets hard like that when it cools outside at night, or, well when I am horny." She grabbed my head and pulled it in tight against her breast as she jiggled against my cheek. 

"Whoa," I said pulling back. 

"Relax, I'm eighteen. It says so on my driver's license. I'm legal Unkie Jack. If you like just let me know." With that she sat back as Kenny climbed in. 

"Where is everyone Kenny?" 

"I told them I wasn't feeling good." 

"Really, are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I just want a few people there." He turned and looked in the back, "I knew you'd be here Sabby. Is Sally and the others here?" 

"Here!" said Sally raising her hand. 

"Come here babe," Kenny said pulling Sally to him. His kissed her, and then released her so she could buckle up, as I had started pulling out of the parking space. 

"I would have thought you'd want all of your friends there. But, if it is what you want, I guess its okay." 

"Uncle Jack, it is okay," he smiled and patted me on the shoulder, "VERY, okay," He turned to look over his shoulder at the girls, gave a thumbs up sign and turned back to look out the window. 

I wondered what he was plotting, or had plotted. Sabrina was acting like she knew something was up. And sally. well, she seemed happy to just be here for Kenny. Just then I felt a soft touch on my left earlobe. I looked up into the rearview mirror and watched as Sabrina winked and blew me a kiss. Damn, that girl was getting a rise out of me. I had to shift position to ease the pressure on my rapidly growing cock. I wasn't sure but it seemed as if no one had noticed.

I pulled into the drive and the sentry lights came on. Kenny got out and helped Sally out of the van. Sabrina crouched in the doorway and whined that no one helped her out. I sighed and back tracked to the other side of the van. I put out my hand for her to take as I helped her down. Instead she lept from the van into my arms and locked her legs around my back, and arms around my shoulders. "Sabrina honey, you're going to kill this old man with moves like that," I said looking directly into her eyes. 

"I hope not, there is so much left of the night," as she put her forehead to mine, "and I don't want to miss a second. Now carry me into the house." 

Okay, I'll play along, "Yes, love." 

"OMFG! Wow do I like the sound of that!" she cooed and tucked her head into my neck and began to nuzzle my earlobe. 

My Cock which had been slowly settling down from the ride instantly sprang back to life and began to impede my walk. I shifted her and it forced her more to my front and lower where her firm little ass settled on my raging cock. She took note and wiggled and then bit my ear, "Unkie Jack wants Sabby's pussy don't he?" 

I stopped and thrust up into her fleshy mound she was now grinding against cock. "Does that answer your question Love?" 

"My God yes, why are we still outside?" 

"Because I am carrying you and while doing so trying to dry hump you. Not so damn easy." 

"Well, Fuck Unkie," she said as she let go and dropped to the ground, "Let's go!" With that she took off and shot into the house. 

My head was reeling. Could this be happening? I have always been on the lookout for beautiful young pussy, but damn, this girl is throwing it at me. Do I fuck her at what is supposed to be my nephew's party, and then again, is this what had been planned? I couldn't fathom the reality of the latter thought. Why? Why would this beautiful young woman want any of this old man? I shook my head and thought fuck it, just go in and go with the flow. 

Once inside the house I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. As I entered I saw Kenny on his cell phone, Sally hanging on him from behind blowing into his ear, and Sabrina making drinks for us on the far side of the kitchen. Kenny got off the phone and said, "Alright, we have two more coming. Let's get this party started!" With that he turned and scooped Sally up into his huge muscular arms. 

Kenny had grown into a mountain of a man. At 6'4" and 275 lbs, most sculpted muscle, the girls in his high school were drooling after him, not to mention the scouts from colleges. My nephew was a good looking young man. His blonde hair and blue eyes bespoke of a California surfer boy, but unfortunately he was landlocked here in the mid west. He had been a shy one, but upon becoming captain of the defense at the outset of his Junior year he had to become a leader. 

And now he was able to sweep this girl up and place her on the counter as easily as a bowl of fruit. He parted her legs and moved in between and took her hands in his, and softly kissed her. It was not something you would have expected from a beast of a man. 

I was now by Sabrina's side and decided to go for it. I placed my arm around her shoulder but not enough to interfere with her task at hand, then kissed her neck and lightly bit it. She sighed and I made the next move, "You know after the van, and your ride to the door, there is nothing more in this world that I want right now, than you. All of you. I want my hands and fingers to explore every inch of your beautiful body, inside, and out. I want to bring you to edge, dangle you over it, and pull you back, again and again until you succumb to my desires and then I will release every bit of pent up energy you have until you beg to pass out. Are you up to that?" I finished, dropped a hand to her ass and squeezed. I took on of the finished drinks and left the kitchen to reserve my place in the living room where I could wait, watch, and learn what was to happen tonight, something was up and I knew that for sure. 

After a few moments Sabrina joined me in the living room on the other end of the couch. She had turned sideways and leaned back looking right at me as she placed her feet on my lap. I took her right foot in hand and removed the sock. Her eyebrow lifted in a questioning way. I began to slow rub her toes, across the top and around the sides to underneath, spreading them. Her toes separated like a cat's, her head tipped back and a moan escaped. I worked over the ball of her foot, her instep, along the side and to her ankle. She had now slid downward allowing for easier access to her calf and lower thigh. I took the cue and worked my way upward. Her calf was firm, shapely, and magnificently receptive to my touch. I felt her muscle twitch and shiver and noticed her other foot had begun a slow almost imperceptible massage of my growing cock. I stopped, replaced the sock and pick up the teasing foot and began the same. Her moan turned to a soft "nooo" until I picked up her other foot. It was then that the doorbell rang. 

Kenny came out of the kitchen and answered the door. Two guys in their jerseys and two girls one in her cheerleader uniform came into the house. Kenny turned and introduced them, "This is Todd, he's the running back for our team and a good friend." Todd was roughly a 5'10" young black man with glowing green eyes. "This is Talia, she is the team manager and Todd's date, we are friends but I haven't known her too long." Talia was a young black woman with height matching Todd's, but she had meat on her slender body. While not having the booty seen in most videos these days, she was in every way shapely, and desirable. Her breast were large for her frame but not overtly so. She was simply beautiful. "This, well, Uncle Jack, is as you know Miguel." Miguel had been his friend since third grade, and while his family had moved often , they had always maintained their friendship. He was a cornerback on the team and 6'0" and lightening fast, he too was being courted by colleges. Finally, he got to the little waif hiding behind the others. "Melanie, come out here and meet my Uncle, please?" As she emerged from the shadows her exquisite beauty was apparent. This tiny young woman barely stood five foot. Her hair was jet black and there were signs of an Asian ethnicity. She was still in her cheerleader outfit and while she had slim legs, apparently a small booty under the skirt, and tiny breasts hidden under the cheerleading top she would have been the object of my affection if it were not for Sabrina. 

"Thank you Kenny for introducing them," I said and turned my gaze to them, "I hope you all have a great time. If you are over 18, you can drink, but you will have to stay the night unless a parent comes to get you. I know it is not the legal age, but I will not allow minors to drink. If you can sign up for war at eighteen then, fuck, you can surely have a drink. Have fun." They followed Kenney to the rec room in the basement, but first Kenny stopped, looked at me and laughed. 

I turned back to Sabrina, "Now, where were we?" I said picking up the sockless foot. 

"You were in the middle of pleasing me, teasing me," she said with her bottom lip pushed outward and rolled down, her pout only made me want to whip my cock out right there.

"Hmmmm, I'll remedy that," I said as I grabbed both ankles and pulled to 

my right and drug her along the couch until her ass met my left hip. "Let it the pleasing begin." I worked the foot, her calf, and began work on her knees, the backside was warm and begging to be tasted. I took her right leg and placed it behind my head, and put my lips to the backside of her left knee. I kissed and gently sucked and flicked my tongue over her soft warm skin. I let her leg down and shifted, turning to my left to face her. Now I grabbed her ass and hips and lifted her ass into my lap. I took her hands and pulled her to me. Face to face we took a moment to take each other in. I moved to kiss her -

"OMG!" Sally laughed, "you two can get a room later, but you guys have to come down now." 

"NO! I don't wanna go!" as she hugged me for dear life, "I'm happy here! No, wait. Let's go upstairs." 

I leaned forward and kissed her gently, "But I have to make sure everything is okay. We'll go down there, make sure everything is okay, and then we can disappear. Okay?" 

She slowly shook her head no, but softly said, "Okay." 

I pulled her hard into me and kissed her as if we were never going to break away from each other. I gave a couple of quick thrusts upward with my hips then said, "If you're a good girl, I have more for you later, without clothes."

She flung her leg over my head and spun to floor on her knees then like a sprinter shot towards the basement door. I followed her quickly and once we reached the bottom of the stairs we were greeted by Sally. She held out two bags, one pink, and one blue. Sally then led us to two spaces side by side in an octagonal shape around a low round coffee table I had rescued from the side of the road. Before I sat down I asked, "What's this all about?" 

"Well," Kenny piped up, "Those are party favors," pointing to the bags, "and this, while being my eighteenth birthday party, is also, well we all agreed, another kind of party. A party that requires couples so, we need you to sit." 

I felt a tug on my wrist, Sabrina was urging me to sit.

"Wait, who was supposed to be here for Sabrina?" 

Kenny laughed, "Uncle Jack, Sabby has had the hots for you for years. You, while here to watch over us, are down here tonight for her. And don't worry, everyone down here tonight is 18. Which is why there are only seven of us. We all think Sabby is out of her mind, but insisted on bringing you down here, or else she wasn't coming. So Uncle, please sit." 

I shrugged my shoulders and sat. I tried to be nonchalant about being included, but now I knew I had to take Sabrina tonight, and pray to god I had the stamina to make it until dawn once we were done here. I looked into the bag. Ky-gel for him, handcuffs with blue padding, three packages of condoms (small, medium, and large), a medium sized butt plug (I chuckled), a small thin whip, and a cock ring. I looked up and said, "What no candy? This party sucks." 

"Okay," said Sally, "What is in the bags are objects we felt might either be needed or useful in the game. The winning couple will get this coupon for two nights at the Mesquakie Casino Hotel, with tickets to their show. Now, if you quit you get zip. Only the winning couple gets the ticks. Okay? Let's get this party started." 

"Uncle Jack, since you're the oldest, its age before beauty. Pick a card." 

Sabrina reached out and took one from the top of the deck. "For two points," she read, "At the same time, shout out your favorite position." 

We looked at each other and counted down, "3, 2, 1, Doggiestyle! (Sabrina), Face to face! (me)." 

"Ooooh too bad," said Sally, "One hot answer, and one eh, not so much. Sorry Gramps!" 

"Oh, Okay, that how it is going to be." 

Next was Todd's and Talia's turn. "For 5 points truth, Have you two had sex yet?" 

Todd answered, "Um, no, not yet, but we have been close." 

"Oooh, no points for for you two either!" 

Melanie quickly leaned forward and picked up a card and began reading, "Dare, One of you must lick a partner's nipple for 5 points." Melanie turned before any decision could be made and pulled up Miguel's Jersey and undershirt and went directly for his nipple. He squirmed at first and insisted it tickled but Melanie was sucking, moaning, and - "Damn!" biting. 

I laughed, "Man, that was not the nipple I wanted to see!" All of the guys broke into a nervous laughter. Perhaps they were beginning to wonder what they would have to do.

Sally still standing leaned forward and her loose top dropped down and exposed one of her pendulous breasts but showed no nipple. Somehow, absorbed in Sabrina I had not noticed her development. She began to read, "Truth, for two points have either of you seen your partner's genitals? Oh hell yes! We got two points! We are on the board. She took the cribbage board and moved a red peg two places. 

Our turn again, Sabrina picked the card and began reading, "Dare, for five points one partner must lick the other's bunghole. Um, no." 

"Sabrina get up and drop trow," she hesitated, but stood. Every eye was transfixed on her next action. She unbuttoned her shorts, bent forward, and slid the back of her shorts down. I leaned forward, pulled her panties down and guided her backwards. There before me was the cutest little pink starfish I had ever seen. My eyes followed her perineum downwards and saw a heavy amount of moisture leaking from between her lips. I moved my mouth forward and traced a circle around her anus and then tried to push in, but I felt her tighten up so I moved forward and licked the moisture from her reddening pussy. It was so warm, smooth, and soft inside as I sucked the drops of dew. She shivered, and nearly fell forward from the unexpected intrusion, but her moans egged me on wards. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her tightly to me as I continued. 

"Hey!" Sally interjected, "No fair! You're supposed to lick her ass not her pussy! Kenny! Do something!" 

Kenny laughed, "Uncle Jack, she's right stop." 

I stopped amid groans of disagreement from Sabrina. 

Todd and Talia hesitated, looking at each other to see if the other wanted to continue. Todd reached out and took a card, "Truth, for 2 points have either of you watched the other masturbate?" 

Talia looked down to the floor, but Todd answered, "Yes, she has watched me masturbate." 

"Okay said Sally another couple on the scoreboard." 

Melanie quickly took another card, "Oh my GOD! Um no, no, no." 

"Mel," said Miguel, "please read the card." 

Melanie clearly did not want to read, nor do whatever was on the card. But she began reading, though very lowly and hard to hear, "Dare, For five points one partner must masturbate the other. Party's choice." 

We all looked around and nodded, "Miguel," said Sally, "you must masturbate Melanie until she cums." 

"Miguel, take me home." 

"Melanie, baby, its just a game." 

"Fuck that, you are not making expose myself and then doing that to me in front of them!" 

She was up and moving rapidly towards the stairs. Miguel excused himself, said goodbye and followed her up and out. 

Sally was giddy. She reached out and took their card, " I must read, and let my partner choose; A. truth, or B. dare?" 

Kenny was unsure but went for dare. 

Sally immediately blushed, "You must allow me to give you a blow job." 

"Alright!" Kenny yelled. 

"You really want me to in front of your friends?" 

"Sure hon, they're your friends too, and besides you picked this game and you want the hotel tickets for us right?" 

Sally slowly nodded her head and moved forward between Kenny's legs. He unbuttoned his jeans and she helped him pull them down to his ankles. As his shorts cleared his prick it sprung up and outwards. I knew my nephew had been packing, as I had seen his bulge before when he was swimming with some female friends. But I was unprepared for an 8 or 9 inches that was also very thick. Sally ignored us and began by licking the helmet, and then spitting in her hand as she began to jack him off while sucking on the head. I let out a loud, "BOOOOO, thats jacking him off not a damn blow job!" 

She stopped, considered for a moment then dove down until balls to chin, she choked immediately but held herself in place until her muscles relaxed and then began to move up and down effectively turning her throat into a pussy with suction. Kenny was lost in the moment, his eyes had rolled back into his head and it followed suit by dropping backwards and hung limp on his shoulders. 




Party Favors



I pulled Sabrina close and kissed her as I began rolling her right nipple between index finger and thumb. She broke momentarily and breathed heavily, "Its so fucking hot, do you wanna go upstairs or stay and see what we can do to top this?" There was a delightful wicked gleam in her eyes. Her libido was in control. I answered, "Let's stay, we have the night."

She was damn near purring now as her groans had become louder. She began rubbing the growing mound of flesh in my pants.

Meanwhile, Kenny was now swearing, "Fuck, oh fuck, Sally, so, so, so, fucking . . . God Sally don't stopppp I'm gonna cum!" Sally had stopped and pulled back but he shot load after load into her face, mouth, and hair. Once the spraying stopped Sally took him in her mouth again and cleaned him up. Kenny took of his shirt and cleaned her up as well, and then kissed her, and thanked her for such a wonderful job. 

Todd looked to Talia, and they both agreed, words unspoken, "Well," said Todd, "Thank you for inviting us, but I think we are going to excuse ourselves. You four have a good night." He helped Talia to her feet and they left as well. 

It was our turn again, and Sabrina picked up a card and began reading with a smile on her face, "Truth for 5 points. Your partner must answer. Where would they if given the chance at this moment like to kiss you?" 

I smiled my most lascivious smile and answered, "Honey, your lovely reddened with arousal pussy."

"Goddamn," her breath was deep and heavy, "Let's go!" She unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to her ankles and stepped out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into her sodden panties covered pussy. I immediately pushed my tongue into her slit and licked up over her panties and and then sucked them out withdrawing more of her sweet and tangy nectar. Her hips bucked and a small but perceptible orgasm spread through her. I reached up and yanked down her panties and slammed my nose, and mouth deep into her folds. My tongue shot forth and stabbed madly while I held my breath and massaged her little red bud of a clit with my nose. Another orgasm began and before I lost hold of her and she crashed I guided her gently onto the coffee table and spread her legs and slid her towards me. I placed her legs over my shoulders and dove back in. This time as her second orgasm subsided I sucked her clit into my mouth and began to attack it with with licks, suction, and flicks of my tongue, within seconds she was climbing the heights again, but before allowing her to reach it, I stopped, and stood. 

I released my belt and dropped my pants and stepped out them. My seven, slender inches stood erect and proud as Sally and Kenny looked on in amazement. I lifted her hips to me and placed my cock at her entrance. "OH GOD YES! FUCK MEEEE!" Sabrina wailed. I pushed in slowly, aided by her copious fluids. Soon I was balls deep and began to pull her up as I pushed in. Before long her body was flailing about as I swung her up and down. Kenny shifted and moved to her left side and Sally to her right. 

Before long their interest turned to action. Sally joined us in a deep kiss with Sabrina, and Kenny began to play and tweak her nipples. Suddenly her pussy twitched and clamped down on my cock, and though it made her delightfully more tighter, I pushed onward and inward. I was now pummeling her. Sweat was beading over both our bodies despite the coolness of the basement. Sally moved to a nipple and began sucking as well as Kenny. They watched each other intensely. Sabrina was now in mid wail as her bucking body froze, but I continued. Suddenly she went limp and I stopped. She had passed out. 

"You know, you two don't get extra points for that, it was truth only."

I smiled, said goodnight to Kenny and Sally, and then picked up Sabrina like a baby and carried her up two flights of stairs to my room. I placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Once covered I laid down beside her and gently caressed her head and neck. Even disheveled, soaked with sweat, hair an insufferable mess, her beauty radiated from every pore. I fell asleep next to her as I waited for her to recover. 

I woke with an early morning sun on my face, and movement on my cock. I looked down to see my lovely young lady working my cock to a full state of arousal. "Good morning my Love." 

She stopped, and thanked me for carrying her up here last night, and for the greatest orgasm of her life. Then went back to the task at hand. 

That morning became the greatest of my life, and for the next ten months she was my life, albeit a secret one she hid from her parents. Sadly she had to leave for college. We parted and she cried, but I had to let her go. So smart and adventurous, it would have been selfish and cruel of me to keep her here, to make myself happy. I knew I would one day die knowing she had been the love of my life.



Party Favors



Classical music played in the background, soft and slow but audible between the clinking of glasses and the casual chatter of the attendees. Men dressed in suits mingled with those dressed more casually, yet no one looked anything but professional. There wasn't a single outfit worn that cost less than ten thousand dollars, from the shoes to the pants to the shirt and everything in between. The champagne flowed freely, as did the talk, which ranged from profit margins and the economy in general to whose wives were cheating on whom with whomever else. It was a gentleman's paradise, the kind of party that required an invitation and a donation. The men didn't mind paying the donation, either.

Best of all, there wasn't a woman in sight.

From the outside looking in, though, that might not have seemed so apparent. Heels clicked as skirts and dresses cut low enough to be almost scandalous swished through the crowd. They carried trays of drinks or hors d'oeuvres to the guests, servicing them with smiles and pleasant attitudes. Their soft, sweet voices were almost melodious and the men's eyes lingered upon them in all the right places for more than just a second or two. There were probably a good five hundred people at the party, and every so often, one or two men would disappear alongside one of the hostesses. They would reappear soon enough, of course, each one looking thoroughly satisfied. Some of them disappeared for longer periods of time than others but they all returned eventually.

The party had begun late in the afternoon but by nightfall, the tables had been spread apart and the dinnerware had given way to dancing and talking. There were only a dozen or so hostesses serving the guests but that was really all that was needed. The party wasn't just for relieving certain...desires...it was also a good place to do business. It was neutral territory, a place where everyone could come to talk and settle affairs in a more civilized manner than what was often seen beyond the gold-plated, dragon-decorated, arched double doors that led into the place.

Nobody really knew who the owner of the place was; they only knew that he was responsible for setting up the parties and providing everything necessary for an incredible, even magical, evening. They were held regularly, always with their host working behind the scenes. That was really what this party was about, anyway: anonymity. People valued their privacy more than almost anything else, and this place was a safe haven for them. It was because of that fact that a surprising number of them turned up at every party. But was it really all that surprising? After all, the community to which these men belonged was not an exclusive one despite them not really feeling like a part of that community. Many of them had wives and the appearance of any inappropriate hedonism would have ruined more than a few of the men that gathered in this place every Saturday night.

One of the hostesses in particular was a five-foot-seven-and-a-half-inch-tall beauty with soft, thick, curly hair that reached to the small of her back; it was virgin, that hair, and as red as fire. The black-frilled purple dress she wore reached only a little further, stopping a little above the middle of her luscious thighs. Her curves flowed elegantly down to her ankles and into the purple chunky sandal heels that she wore. Her hair was done up rather elegantly tonight, a five-strand Dutch braid falling beautifully with a braided bun at the top and back of her head to either side. The purple eye shadow she wore complemented her well-groomed lashes and ruby-red lips. Those lips smiled as her pretty green eyes flashed mirth at the guests. Her nails, both those of her fingers and those of her toes, were painted a deep purple as well. Her long finger nails were surprisingly not a hassle as she carried around a tray of Roscato, however.

Roscato, a relatively cheap wine, was nonetheless a delicious blackberry treat. It was something she had donated herself in the amount of four cases; she knew it would last because only a few people here drank it, most of the others considering it far beneath them to drink such an inexpensive wine. The red-headed beauty preferred it, though. She turned toward someone calling out for a drink nearby, her star-shaped earrings flashing their horizontal rainbow stripes as the light hit them. She smiled and walked toward him; his eyes slowly dropped from her own to the pewter wolf's claw necklace that she wore, its silver chain glinting as much as the necklace itself. Then his eyes dropped further until they were between her legs. Finally, they returned to her eyes only to drop again to the tray of drinks she carried.

It wasn't only Roscato she carried, of course. White Zinfandel and a few other wines were carried as well. She herself had enjoyed a Crown and Coke earlier in the evening. She asked politely what she could do for him. First, he picked up the Roscato. Ah, he was one of those. She liked those.

"An excellent choice, good sir," she told him with a smile that bordered on flirtatious.

He asked for her name. He was one of the curious ones. She liked the curious ones, although they could sometimes become a little too attached. As long as they kept themselves restrained to the party and its favors, most of the hostesses didn't mind. There were a couple who maintained secret relationships beyond it, of course, but she didn't know them well.

"Erin," she told the man.

For that was the name she had chosen when she had begun this job: Erin Alice. Her surname wasn't important. Her life beyond the parties wasn't important, either. All that mattered was that Erin Alice was a lovely, red-headed hostess that was still "fresh", as her employer called it. That meant that she hadn't been here long - less than a year, in fact - and was still relatively popular. In truth, she'd only been called upon her in more private capacity four times. This would be number five, it seemed. They always asked for the name of the hostess when they wanted something more than wine; the guests knew to carefully avoid asking such for any information about the hostesses unless they were interested in doing something outside the view of others, and they never asked for more than a name.

The man closed his eyes and gave the Roscato a good sniff before opening them up once more. He looked at her as he sipped it, and she tilted her head as well. She retained a small smile and awaited his decision. Finally, he uttered a brief "mm" and asked if she was free for a few moments. She nodded, smiling, and said that she was. She led him over to the bar, where she deposited her tray and he (after taking another sip of the Roscato) deposited his glass. Then she took his arm and led him off to one side of the bar. They walked casually down the hall. He asked if she was experienced; she said that she was.

It wasn't a lie. She'd enjoyed the pleasures of other men before she had begun working at these parties, which she'd been invited to do six months ago by a man she'd been seeing. He had demanded discretion, of course, as it wasn't well-known that he was gay; but in return for that discretion, he'd given her a job opportunity. It hadn't taken long for her new employer to determine that she was perfect. She hadn't even considered herself trans before working here, and yet she was now quite comfortable dressing and acting as a woman.

The room she led him into was quite posh. The floor was carpeted in soft crimson swirls. There were red leather couches lining one wall of the room to either side of the door, while black suede love seats adorned the opposite wall. The lights consisted of lanterns and candles, with only the lantern-like sconces to either side of the door being powered by electricity; they were not very bright but allowed just enough light for the hostess to begin lighting the other candles and lanterns throughout the room. She closed the door and did precisely that now, until a lovely flickering ambiance had enveloped the walls. The paper upon the walls was of the same pattern as the carpet but a much deeper wine colour, and there were cabinets and shelves at one end of the room while a cozy-looking double bed lay at the other end; the pillows and sheets were the same colour as the walls. The whole of the room looked as though a subtle shadow passed from one side of the room to the other. It was a rather unique bit of ambiance that served its purpose well.

She went over to a small cabinet in one corner of the room and offered the man a drink. He accepted the offer, asking for a glass of Roscato; outside drinks weren't allowed in the rooms but that didn't mean that guests weren't to be entertained in them in every capacity. She asked if he wanted a cigar or a cigarette but he declined; she breathed a silent sigh of relief at that. While she had grown up around smokers and gun owners, that didn't necessarily mean that she wanted to partake of everything her family had to offer. Granted, she was rather pleased with her private gun collection at home, but that was another matter entirely.

She poured him a drink and he told her to enjoy one as well. She thanked him and poured herself one. They sipped their wine for a moment before he set his glass down on a small, round end table between two of the love seats. She set her own glass down upon the liquor cabinet, as her guest was clearly ready to begin. He took her by the hand and told her to sit, which she did. She smoothed her dress as she did so, and he stepped in front of her to spread her legs with his feet. She hiked her dress up a little, revealing black panties that were filled out more than any natural-born woman ever could. He drew in a deep breath and sighed, looking down at her lasciviously. His hands were in the pockets of his black slacks but the invitation was obvious. She looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes with a smile. His own handsome, angular features smiled back. Her eyes flicked to the short, dark-brown curls upon his fortyish head before dropping to the spot she needed to start with.

Her fingers slowly but deftly undid the black belt that held his slacks over the wine-coloured button-down that he wore, and her eyes flicked up to his own as she continued to open up his attire. Finally, her eyes lowered once more as her nails dug in between his black silk briefs and the warm flesh of his groin. She peeled those briefs down slowly, revealing a thankfully shaved and generous cock. He was already half-hard, she could see, and that would make her job just a little easier. She carefully removed his cock and lifted it to reveal the man's smooth balls; she was briefly reminded of a baseball, for they were perhaps half the size of one. She kissed his balls a little, her lips just barely touching them, before pressing her lips in upon them as though she was taking a bite. Her guest closed his eyes as she began gently sucking on his balls, taking more of them into her mouth with her left hand for guidance; she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his swiftly hardening cock, which grew to about eight inches in length before it was done.

Oh, she would have fun with this one.

She had soon taken his balls completely in her mouth. Sucking on them gently, she savored the almost musky flavour of them as she stroked his cock for a while. Then she slowly pulled her mouth away, eventually letting his balls drop, and stuck her tongue out. She ran it along the underside of his shaft, licking the natural salt of his sweat from it. She ran her tongue over his head and encircled it for a bit. He sighed again, more relaxed this time, and she ran her tongue along the sides and top of his cock. Each time, she came back to the head and encircled it with her tongue. Finally, she put her lips around the head and sucked on it lightly. Slowly but surely, those lips traveled further along the head of his cock until they had sunk to the shaft. Then she slowly encompassed more and more of his delicious man-meat, until she had it so deep in her mouth that she was almost gagging on it - almost, but not quite. She slid her mouth back just as slowly and over the head, and then she licked that head again before kissing it and finally working her way back down his shaft. She did this several times, prompting her guest to eventually remove a hand from his pocket and place it upon her head as she sucked him off.

When he was close to cumming, he reached over her head to grab the braid and pull her head forward. He didn't grab it tight - just firmly enough to control her head a little. He was already moaning in pleasure, although his moans were quiet and reserved. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his balls and began to squeeze them playfully, making him tighten up even more. His moans got just a little louder for a moment before he started gasping, and it was at that moment that his body tensed up completely. He shuddered as his love-juice squirted down her throat, making her gag for real this time. She pulled back forcefully so that she could properly breathe, coughing as strands of his cum hung between her lips and the head of his cock. When she was done, she put her lips back to that head to suckle it a little, prolonging his orgasm.

At long last, her face covered in cum and some of it swallowed - both intentionally and unintentionally - she pulled back from him. She looked down at her cum-covered lips and jaw, satisfaction in his eyes not reaching his own lips. She left the cum there and wiped his dick off with her left hand; she rubbed that hand on her left cheek and neck, looking up at him the whole time. Now her own cock was hard from the foreplay, and he lay her back upon the loveseat. Slowly, he removed her right heel and dropped it beneath the end table. Taking her surprisingly feminine right foot in his hands, he massaged it gently for a few moments. She watched him, anticipating what he was about to do. Sure enough, he was soon kissing her foot. He suckled her toes until she put her head back, her eyes closed. She had thought the foreplay was over but apparently, it was just beginning. She shivered as he ran his tongue from the bottom of her heel up to her toes and back again; he repeated this several times, causing her to shiver a little more and squirm just a tad. She was clearly enjoying it, though, as she moaned quietly when his mouth once more enveloped her toes. He suckled her big toe for some time before moving on to the others again. Through it all, he continued to massage her foot.

When he removed the left heel and dropped it beside the first, she settled in for more. He gave it to her, doing the same thing to her left foot that he'd just done to her right. He moved fluidly between the toes of both of her feet, licking and sucking on them until she was writhing in pleasure. He licked the bottoms of her feet and kissed them like a connoisseur making love to the finest pastries in the world, and her quiet moans continued. But soon, the time came to move slowly up her ankle to her calf and shin, and then on to her thigh. He pushed her dress up as he did this, once more revealing her black panties. Lifting her right leg, he put his head at her groin and kissed the bulge that rested just inside. He kissed it again, and then he grabbed her panties with his teeth and pulled them back to reveal her own six-inch-long boner. He kissed up and down her cock for a moment before settling upon the head, licking and kissing and sucking on it. He slowly slid his mouth down her shaft just as she had done to his, only to then rise just as slowly. But unlike the hostess, the guest was cruel in a way.

He brought her to the brink of orgasm before drawing back, but not so far that it would go all the way. He stepped away from the squirming hostess, and they exchanged a long look - hers half-longing and half-questioning, his curious and mysterious - as he took an equally long sip of his Roscato. Finally, he sighed as he put down the glass and began to undress. He did so slowly, giving her just as much of a show as he felt she should have given him. Revealed to the hostess was a man with a healthy amount of muscles despite approaching fifty, yet he had no six-pack. Still, he didn't need one; what muscles he had were toned and his flesh was tanned. He knelt before her once more and removed her panties; before dropping them atop her heels, he took a deep whiff of them. Then he knelt to taste her balls, pushing her legs into the air by the thighs. She laid her head back and enjoyed the feeling, yet once more, she found herself deprived of an orgasm. Still having a face covered in his cum, she watched as he came around to where her head was laid back and slid his cock between her waiting lips once more.

This time, it was the guest who was doing all the work. He pushed his cock deep inside her mouth, brushing her throat, and pulled it only most of the way out before slowly shoving it in again. He did this for some time, and she raised her hands to grab his buttocks but he slapped them away. Again, she tried to reach around to grab his ass, but again he pushed them away. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth completely and turned around. She smiled and stuck her tongue out again. She ran it around the edge of his ass hole, intermittently kissing it from time to time, and squeezed his butt cheeks with her strong fingers and sharp nails. He loved every minute of it but eventually turned back around. He shoved his cock down her throat once more, this time less gently and more forcefully, but she dealt with that easily enough. She gagged several times before he began shaking once more. This time, he pulled his cock out of her mouth but held her head in place as he sprayed her with his cum. When he was done, her face was completely covered in his love-juice and she'd even managed to get a little in her mouth, which she'd swallowed. She pulled his cock back into her mouth now to clean him off, and he let her before moving around to push her legs up in the air once more.

He held her legs in the air by the knees after pulling her body forward just a little, raising her ass in the process. He teased her ass hole with his hard, slick cock for almost a full minute before pushing it slowly inside her. She gripped the edge of the love-seat and its back, whimpering as he shoved himself into her. It took him a moment to get all the way inside, slightly widening her tight hole. Then he started slowly, pulling back and pushing forward. The hostess moaned and whimpered as he slowly fucked her. She had soon put her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure. But he was having none of that...

"Look at me," he said to her.

It took her a moment to comply.

"Look at me!" he said, a little more forcefully but not harshly.

She raised her head; he was smiling and leering at her but her eyes inevitably dropped to her own hard cock flopping about. He eyed it as well and rested one of her legs on the back of the love seat. Then he grabbed her cock and held onto it, squeezing it and stroking it as he continued to fuck her. Her breath came quickly and she continued whimpering, but she didn't look away from where he was fucking her and stroking and squeezing her lovely little cock. He asked if she liked it. She wordlessly nodded in response. It was all she could do to keep breathing as he fucked her. He smiled.

"Good," was all he said.

He increased the pace and the force of his fucking gradually until he was pounding her ass like a locomotive, driving his hard cock deep inside her ass again and again. She was whimpering with almost every breath now and moaning frequently. She couldn't help at one point but throw her head back, for she was getting close to cumming. He leaned forward, supporting himself by the back and the arm of the love-seat, and drew her head up to his. He continued fucking her fast and hard as he pressed his lips to hers, a kiss she returned with passion. They exchanged tongues as well, starting with her own, and she was moaning fit to almost be screaming into his mouth as her body began to tense. It was uncertain who came first, for almost at the same moment that she felt his hot cum shooting into her, she also felt her own warm cum spraying his belly and landing in equal parts upon her dress. She was gasping when he pulled away from her, and they were both shaking from their orgasms. He pulled out of her, prompting another whimper as the soft pop of his cock sliding back into open air resounded in the otherwise quiet room. He came around to her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She could taste her own ass as well as his cum as she sucked his hard cock once more. But he only did this, it seemed, so he could shudder in ecstasy one more time. Then he pulled away.




Party Favors



He stood her up and removed her dress, leaving her slender but perfect male body as naked as his own masculine one. He turned her around and pulled her close. Wrapping his arms around her, he ran his hands all over her chest and slapped her ass. She grinned at the momentary pain, and he slapped it again - harder this time - to get a little gasp out of her. But it was not an unpleasant gasp for either of them. He began stroking her cock from behind, his other hand, massaging her balls, while he kissed her shoulder and neck. One of his hands moved around and began stroking her ass, the eventual result a finger being pressed into her hole. After a moment of finger-fucking, he slid a second finger in - much to her delight. He nibbled on her ear as he fucked her with his fingers and stroked her with his other hand. Then three fingers went in, making her moan just a little. Her breathing came quickly again as he continued to fuck her and stroke her, and it wasn't very long at all before she was once more close to cumming. This man definitely knew what he was doing, and the intensity of his finger-fucking increased but the stroking of her cock did not. He finally stopped stroking her hard cock and turned her head around to kiss her as he finger-fucked her from behind. Their kissing was passionate, tongues were exchanged once more, and her body finally stiffened as she once more began to orgasm. He held her cock up so that her cum shot all over her naked chest and dripped onto his hand. Then he held his hand up for her to clean off with her mouth. The taste of her own cum was odd but not something she was unfamiliar with.

He turned her around at last, holding her close the way a man would hold his wife, and kissed her. How long she stood there, her lips locked against his own, she did not know. It didn't matter. She was not here to please herself, even if she gained pleasure from her clients; she was here to please the guests only, and that meant doing whatever they wanted. Right now, her guest wanted to hold her and kiss her lovingly, so that's what was done. They ran their hands over one another's asses as they kissed, and he finally broke the kiss. She smiled up at him, and he nodded as though to say "this was good". But in truth, he spoke not a word.

He dressed quickly and left her a tip - a hundred-dollar bill - as she went into the private shower adjoining the room. She didn't spend a lot time in there and she didn't bother washing her hair, although she did make sure that none of her guest's cum had gotten into it; none had. There was a wardrobe just outside the shower itself, and after toweling off, she dressed just as quickly as her guest had. This time, she chose fishnet stockings and a lace garter, both black; crimson panties buckled to the stockings; and a lovely, off-shoulder dress that just covered the lacy tops of those stockings. It was red velvet, that dress, and she chose a matching pair of chunky sandal heels again. The discarded garments had already been dealt with by the time she got out; the rooms were maintained quickly and quietly, and the tips were not touched by the staff. She smiled when she saw the bill lying upon the table next to the empty glass of Roscato; she went to her own and drained it slowly, steadying herself over a short period so that she wouldn't look like she was still excited when she went out to resume her duties.

Finally, she went into the locker in the bathroom and turned the dial until she heard the click. She opened it up, put the bill away, and closed the locker once more. She spun the dial before leaving the room. When she went out into the hall, one of the other hostesses was just leading someone into her own room. Each hostess had a separate room with a distinct theme or colour scheme, and all of them had various toys and restraints and what-not. But sometimes toys and restraints were used, while other times they were not. Erin got paid by the hour for being here and was paid no extra for the private services she offered, yet she - like the other hostesses - was often tipped. And given the nature of the people she served - both publicly and privately - she was often tipped well. So were the other hostesses. But when private services had been completed, she was to clean up and return to her public duties.

She found her tray still waiting there when she came out, although it was empty save for a single glass of champagne that had been half-emptied. She dumped the excess and put the glass away before refilling her tray. Then she checked her lipstick, put on her best smile, and walked out to greet more of the guests. Her night had only just begun. While there was no guarantee she'd be asked to perform private services again later, she privately hoped she would. But even if she didn't, she sometimes got tipped just for delivering drinks - not often, mind, but every once in a while. Of course, she didn't just do all of this for the tips or the money.

She loved her job.



Party Favors: Class Reunion



Party Favors:

Teacher-Student Reunion 

Leanne had a way about her... a certain mystical charm which drew you to her like a moth to a flame and would ensnare you in her carnal web of lust and desire. Once ensnared, all were hopelessly enslaved and unable to escape her wicked charms, yet who would complain. I know I certainly wouldn't.

What was it that drew people to her like helpless sheep to the slaughter so willingly, knowing that they would be forever imprisoned by her, yet still submitting to her wanton desires.

Was it her crystal ice blue eyes which could peer into your soul and awaken latent desires long suppressed or was it her pouting full ruby read lips that begged to be kissed. Maybe it was her shoulder length chestnut brown naturally curly hair which she so playfully and teasingly put in front of her face like a innocent little girl begging you to come out an play, yet she was far from innocent. 

Perhaps it was her sumptuous 5'8" 125 pound 34C-24-34 body which she so elegantly and gracefully strutted out on the dance floor as her body moved in perfect unison to the pulsating rhythms spun by the DJ.

While out on the dance floor, she would gyrate and her body would beckon people to dance with her, yet she was very particular who she danced with. Very rarely would a man stand a chance with her but yet she loved to tempt and tease them. 

Her favorite tease was to sensually and seductively run her hands over her body concentrating on the "vital areas" and wearing skimpy and revealing clothing which left very little to the imagination, just enough to make you want to see more. 

Her other tease which could run a close tie to her favorite way to mercilessly tempt men would be when she would dance with her girlfriends or even some girl she never met before in the bar. 

The way they would dance as they put their arms around each other's waists, passionately French kiss, rubbed their hot sweaty scantly clad bodies together as their pussies grinded together while they danced together would be just short of X-rated and was reminisce of a show you would find two hot girls doing on stage at a private strip club.

After Leanne had you in her clutches, what kept you there? Perhaps it was the way those pouting ruby red lips wrapped themselves around your cock as she went down on you, taking your tool all the way in her warm wet mouth and sucking you dry. She would use her tongue and lick around your cock head and up and down the shaft as she would massage your balls.

Taking your cock back into her mouth she would drink you dry as you spewed your hot manhood. Leanne would swallow it all down not missing a drop and her motto was "Good girls suck but bad girls swallow."

Perhaps another way she kept you coming back for more was the way she made love to you. Maybe it was the way she rode you cowgirl style as her golden bronzed tan body moved up and down and her shaven pink pussy gripped the sides of your cock and milked you dry. Try to imagine her sweet sugar walls gripping the sides of your cock and stroking it like 1000's of satiny smooth velvet fingers. 

As she would ride you she would pull you up and allow you to suck on her sumptuous breasts as she held your head there and your bodies rocked back and forth in perfect unison.

Also try to imagine her warm soft hot sweaty body underneath yours as you fucked missionary style. Her little body would writhe under yours and her perfectly toned short little dancer's legs would wrap themselves around you as her long torso rubbed up against your body.

Your bodies would melt together like warm butter on the finest fresh baked pasty and you would move together as one. Your souls would be mystically united as the world around you slipped away. Time and space would lose all meaning and you would be caught up in your own universe aware only of the other and without saying a word you would intuitively know what the other wanted.

As your passions rose higher and higher your pleasures grew stronger and stronger and your orgasms grew ever closer until you both climaxed in unison. She would flood your cock with her hot sticky nectar and you would spew your hot manhood forth deep into her waiting pussy like a massive erupting volcano which had been long dormant and had just awoken.

If the sexual gratifications weren't enough to keep you ensnared what other possible ways could she keep you from ever wanting to leave her side. The answer probably lied in her mannerisms and womanly charm.

Apart from being a sensual and seductive party animal and a insatiable lascivious wanton slut in the bedroom, Leanne had a softer side, a charm, elegance and grace about her that was just as evident and just as much a part of who she was.

Even though she was a total insatiable slut in the bedroom, she was very much the lady in public and be the first one to help anybody who needed it. Perhaps she could be faulted for being too caring and generous, but again I never have heard of compassion ever being a personality weakness that needed to be worked on.

When it came to intimacy, however, she was very selective in the men she allowed in her life not only because she could because she had what every guy wanted sexually, but also because of the fact that once committed, she was fiercely loyal to her man and treated him like a king.

Leanne would go out of her way for her special man and would stand behind him in all that he did and would do all that she could to encourage him to reach for his dreams. Leanne would also make her man feel special, dress for him in certain ways if he wanted her to, and not only stand with him during the good times, but would be willing to walk with him through the fires of life and together, hand in hand, they would face whatever life handed them.

In short, Leanne could be considered a modern day "June Cleaver" or even "Harriet Nelson," but with a twist. Not only was she a totally devoted loving housewife and domestic partner, she was a career woman as well, who balanced both with grace and charm.

"How do I know so much about Leanne," you may be asking yourself, well let's just say that I am the lucky man who won her heart and affection but un beknownst to me I had it the first day she walked in to my sphere of influence and those affections would lie dormant for years until we were reunited as fate would ordain a certain summer's eve.

It all started few years ago. I had just finished my undergraduate in mathematics with a minor in computer science and had graduated early(that December). During my last semester in school, I had interviewed with a number of reputable companies but had my heart set on working with a well known and well sought after defense contractor.

However, there would be one little snag that would briefly stand in my way from landing a job with them... they were in the middle of a hiring freeze that would last for what they estimated to be about 19 months.

They were very interested in hiring me but they couldn't until their new facility was built in my area which would bring over 1500 jobs to the area. I signed a contingent contract offer which stated once the plant was built I would be hired as a systems analyst. 

It was contingent on my area winning the bid to build the plant. You see I wanted to stay in my area if at all possible seeing that I had been left a nice lake side cabin by my parents when they retired back east to be with my mom's family.

While I was waiting to be hired I made use of my time. A friend of mine suggested I teach math while I waited on the company to be built here and so I did. I was hired on to replace a math teacher who took an early medical retirement and was given a Junior class homeroom.

It was one of the five county schools in our area which was rated class 4-A in athletics(roughly about 1250 students). I taught 3 sections of Trig/Advanced Math, one section of Pre-Calculus and one section of what came to be known as "senior math"(math for those who just needed an easy credit to graduate). 

Of the other two periods of the day one was taken up by duty(during lunch) and the other was my planning time. Any how, Leanne would arrive to the school just a few weeks before I did as a junior and was assigned to my home room. 

I remember the first day I saw her. She was looking very stunning in her white sweater and grey skirt and I could tell she was going to be quite popular and would eventually have the boys eating out of her hands. She also knew it and used it to her advantage. 

For the first couple of weeks she didn't say much to me but I could tell she liked me just by the way she kept watching me and finally she would eventually come up after homeroom and asked if she could aid for me on my planning period and I said sure.

During this time she would let her hair down around me and I came to find out she was what you would call a chatty Cathy, in that he would talk your ear off if you let her.

Leanne told me that she was an army brat and her father had been assigned here for 21 months but said when it came time for her to move again she was going to stay here. Leanne was tired of constantly not being able to put roots down and besides she confided in me that she fell in love with the natural beauty of the area with the lakes and mountains.

Over the rest remaining 5 months in school, I could tell we were getting closer and I could tell she was sending off signals that she liked me but I never acted on it for a number of reasons. First of all, I had a hard and fast rule. I never got involved with "Jailbait"(girls under 18). That was bad news and trouble and I wanted neither

Second, my standard minimum age was usually 21. On one rare occasions did I date someone between 18-21, but that was when I was in college and was attending a frat party. We were both pretty wasted and ended up fucking. When we sobered up she had the attitude like it never even happened so I never saw her again.

However my last rule which I added on the advice of one of my closest friends was to never get involved with someone under your direction such as a employee under you or in my case a student. He said to trust him on this and it would save a whole mess of headaches.

The next year and a half passed pretty much without incident although during her senior year Leanne had pretty much ramped up her affections for me and as I would come to find out she wasn't the only one who had the hots for me. Pretty much all the girls in my classes thought I was a "stud muffin." I guess I could see that seeing that at age 24 I had that preppie charm and pretty boy looks going for me.

Anyhow, Leanne would graduate but about a week before she did, she came down to my room all excited. 

"Guess what Mr. Johnson," 

"What's up Leanne" I said with a smile.

"My scholarship came through from Valley College," she replied as she ran up and hugged me.

"Congratulations sweetie," I said without thinking. "I knew you had it in you all the time. All you had to do is believe in yourself and you could accomplish anything you want.

"Thanks for believing in me Mr. Johnson," Leanne said with a smile as she hugged me tight, pulling her soft warm body to mine. "You are really special to me and I will never forget you."

"Well I will always be here for you no matter what," I replied with a smile. "Just because I won't be your teacher any more doesn't mean I won't stop caring for you. Anytime you need anything, just let me know"

"Thanks Mr. Johnson," Leanne said with a smile "You know, you are a very special person I am sure whatever girl is lucky enough to land you for herself will have a treasure."

"Like wise for you Leanne," I replied. "I have never met a sweeter, nicer and more caring human being. It has been a pleasure teaching you."

"It has been so very wonderful to have you as my teacher," Leanne said with a sigh as a tear began to come to her eye. "I am going to miss you so very much while I am away at school but who knows, our paths may just cross again one day soon," and with that she gave me a hug.

I could tell the chemistry was there between us and we so both wanted to take it further and kiss and much more than that but we both knew better of it. Little did we both know that we would be foreshadowing what fate had in store for us only two short years from now.

The next two years seemed like they flew by. I started to work for the company I had interviewed with 18 months ago and Leanne had finished Dental College in 21 months and was now a licensed Dental Hygienist and was working for one of the most reputable Dentist in town.

Little did I know that while at college, Leanne would let her hair down and become quite the party girl.. She worked hard and played even harder and used her beauty as both an asset and weapon.

I on the other hand. had become a Systems Analyst making almost 3 times my previous salary as a teacher(close to $72,500/year), so needless to say I was doing quite well for myself 

As far as my intimate life was concerned, I wasn't hurting for companionship. It turned out that I found out a lot of older women dug young looking guys and I found myself making love to many an older woman, some married, some single. We both knew it was a short lived thing and at first it was okay but as time went on it kinda wore old and I was wanting to find someone nice and settle down.

I had given up bars for looking and wasn't much in the church scene. To me that was almost a contradiction to look for a date at church. I tried the work thing but soon learned office romances can prove fatal.

So where to look. You know there is that old saying that says that when you least expect it, you will find true romance in the place you thought least likely. Well that is what happened on a ordinary June night. 

It was a Wednesday, just like any other and some buddies and I decided to let off some steam by going to a hot new club that had opened up about 9 months ago named Aladdin's Playground.

The club had opened on the ground floor of the Marriot™ and sponsored what they called "Pool Parties" with one of the local radio stations. Since we had just finished submitting and being awarded a large defense contract which was to last for five years we figured it was time to celebrate.

However that wasn't the only thing my buddies and I were celebrating. It seems that management had been quite impressed with my work on a number of projects so as a reward, they made me project manager and Mr. Harris, the company CEO told me to take the rest of this week and the following week off.

That turned out good for me because there were a number of things I wanted to do around the lake house, one of which was just to take time relax and fish as well as go boating.. 

After work we all met at Aladdin's Playground around 6:30 just as things started to get hopping. We sampled the finger foods and walked around the pool and had a couple of beers while we watched the people.

I looked over at the pool and much to my surprise I could have sworn I saw Leanne wearing the skimpiest 2 piece bikini I had ever seen which didn't leave much to the imagination but figured she would never frequent a place like this. However, I knew it was her. I could just tell by her mannerism and her walk, but before I could get over to say hello she was gone. 

Little did I know that she was here celebrating her birthday with one of her many close girlfriends. I saw her walk to towards the elevators but before I could find out which one it was they were gone.

"Let it go," I told myself. "It probably wasn't her anyway," I reassured myself so I went back to the party which by now had moved inside the club

I sat at the bar and watched the people dancing and even got out on the dance floor with a couple of young 25 year old Asian cuties. After about 20 minutes of getting down, we went back to our respective areas and that is when I saw Leanne again. 

This time, however I knew it was her. She was wearing a very short black one piece club mini dress that had a spaghetti strap on top and a low plunging u-shaped neckline and short skirt. It looked more like an undergarment than a dress. She was sitting at a table with some of her girlfriends smoking a cigarette had what looked like a margarita in her other hand 

Suddenly the DJ put on some hot tunes and Leanne made her way out to the dance floor and was dancing fairly provocatively with one of her girlfriends. Guys were lining up taking their chances to dance with both of them but she shut them down cold. It was funny to watch yet at the same time it made me want to take my chance but I decided to play it cool.

It wouldn't be long until Leanne would make eye contact with me and she would immediately recognize me. Moving her body in a seductive manner and pointing to me with her index finger and bending it back several times in a "come here" gesture, she beckoned me to come to the dance floor where she was.

I looked around to make sure she was pointing to me and I pointed to myself and she nodded her head and blew me a kiss. I got up from my seat and began to walk over where she was dancing.. 

However, I wasn't the only guy who thought Leanne was talking to him. Some rich preppy looking pretty boy type who obviously though he was "God's gift to women" by the way he had been trying to hit on every girl that came in the door beat me over to where Leanne was.

I thought I had been snubbed out by a another prep but much to my surprise and delight just as I was about to turn and walk away Leanne and her girlfriend pushed him away and did the "Shoo" motion at him. She then looked at me and held out her hand as she took it and led me out on to the dance floor. 

"Mr. Johnson," she said with big smile as she put her arms around my waist as we started to dance to music. "It's so good to see you again," 

"It's good to see you too Leanne," I replied as I moved with her. "And you don't have to call me Mr. Johnson any more," I added. "My name is Dave. I am not your teacher any more and since we are both adults, I think you have earned the right to call me by my first name."

"Very well, Dave," Leanne replied with a smile and then a naughty grin came over her face. "Well, Dave honey, since we are both grown up and since there is not that student teacher taboo anymore, have I earned the right to do this?"

Without warning, Leanne pulled me close to her and planted a long, deep, intense, tongue probing, tonsil swabbing, breath taking French kiss as she rubbed her warm soft body next to mine grinding her crotch against the bulging hard on that was growing ever so quickly in my pants.

At first I was taken off guard yet I wanted the kiss just as much as she had wanted to give it and I went with it and returned it just as intensely. Leanne took my hands and placed them on her butt just under her skirt and that is when I found out she wasn't wearing any panties.

As we broke the kiss, Leanne said with a lusty voice "Mmmmm I guess the answer to my question is yes."

"Most definitely," I replied, "and anything else you desire," I added

With that Leanne took me to a secluded L-shaped booth and we ordered some drinks while we continued our conversation in private.

"You don't know how long I have waited to hear that baby," Leanne said with a lustful purr kissing me on the lips again.

"About as long as I have been waiting if not more," I replied. "I must confess I wanted you the first day you walked into the door but I couldn't do a damned thing about it"

"But now you can sweetie," Leanne said with a smile as she slipped her underneath the table and placed it on my navy blue casual pants and began to rub my crotch.

"You can help me celebrate an important milestone tonight." Leanne added with a soft smile as she ran her hand over where my already pulsating cock was.




Party Favors: Class Reunion



"What milestone is that honey," I replied as I tried to keep myself from cumming in my pants

"My 21st birthday and my first time to, well you know," Leanne said blushing as she withdrew her hand

"You mean you are still a virgin," I said softly with amazement thinking someone with her beauty would have been bedded down by now. After all she could have anyone she wanted but much to my surprise she was still a virgin, well sort of as she would go on to explain.

"Well, you could say that I am a technical virgin in that I have never been with a man," Leanne said kind of blushing almost embarrassed.

"What do you mean," I replied.

Well I have never been with a man but I have been with plenty of women," Leanne said.

Leanne went on to explain that how in college she experimented with lesbian love.

"I never really considered myself to be a lesbo," Leanne said "but having sex with a woman really helped ease the sexual tension that masturbating alone couldn't and it helped fill the empty nights until the right man came along to which I could freely give the flower of my womanhood to."

And who may that lucky guy be," I said ironically knowing that she was more than likely talking about me.

"Well sweetie I met him about 4 years ago when I was assigned to his homeroom," Leanne said smiling "and I have been waiting patiently for the day when I can give myself to him"

"Well Leanne, why waste time," I said wanting to sink my cock into her." Why don't we blow this place and go to my lake house."

"Patience my pet," Leanne said calmly and softly smiling "The night is young and I want to party some more and catch up on old times with you," she said as she lit up a cigarette..

"Besides honey we don't have to go anywhere," Leanne added. "I've got my own room here in this hotel and when we get finished partying down here we'll take the party up stairs Anyway, I have always wanted to make it in a hotel room," she added with a naughty grin. 

"So enough about me, tell me what's new with you babe," Leanne said smiling as she took a long drag of her cigarette and seductively blew the smoke out. "Are you still teaching?"

"Nah, I gave that up a couple of years ago," I replied casually. "I am now working for Triton Aeronautics as a Systems Analyst and now I am their newest project manager so I guess I have something to celebrate as well."

"Cool Beans," Leanne said smiling "That's great. I am happy for you. Too bad you ain't teaching though. You were a very good teacher. Oh well that's life."

"Well as for me sweetie, I am now working as a Dental Hygienist," Leanne added. "It's a lot of fun and I really enjoy it."

Just then the DJ started to spin some more funky dance tunes and Leanne took me by the hand and said "Lets party Dave," and led me out to the dance floor.

Leanne's hot little body wriggled around mine as she shook her tight little ass next to my crotch and I took my hands and put them on the sides of her hips and she took them put them around her waist just under her breasts.

Leanne then began to grind her little ass against my crotch knowing for sure that would get my cock bulging and she was right because within a matter of just two short minutes I had a pulsating raging hard-on.

Leanne further turned up the heat when she turned and faced me and rubbed her crotch against mine and rubbed her breasts against my chest. She then put her lips to mine and gave me a long sensual tongue probing tonsil swabbing kiss

After she broke it she began wriggling her hot little body next to mine. She turned to face away from me and backed her little body in to mine and put my arms around her waist and wriggled her tight little ass against my crotch. 

I almost creamed my pants right there as I felt her hot little body rubbing and gyrating against my growing hard-on . It was all I could do to keep from cumming. I felt my cock tingle as it was filling with cum and twitch and any little stimulus would have set it off.

Leanne must have felt it to because she turned to face me and put her arms around me and whispered in my ear "It's okay Dave honey. Give in to your passions."

Just then the DJ slowed it down and began playing slow romantic songs. The first song he played was "Unchained Melody." © Our bodies pressed together as we passionately kissed and we threw caution to the wind. 

In the low light no one could tell what was going on. Leanne had her warm little body pressed tightly against mine. I could feel her soft breast pressing in on my chest and her crotch grinding against mine, dry humping me.

That was all the stimulus needed to make me spunk my load and I came in my pants. I knew Leanne felt it because she smiled and whispered in my ear "I wanna feel that hot manhood deep inside of me," and with that she led me out of the club to the elevator and upstairs to her private room.

Once inside the room we wasted no time undressing each other until we were both naked. She led me over to the bed and laid me out and crawled on top of me as we embraced.

Leanne and I passionately kissed as our bodies rubbed together and our limbs intertwined. My cock was growing harder again and pressing up against Leanne's pussy. Leanne felt it because without missing a beat she took her hand and guided my cock into her pussy.

"Oh god Dave honey you don't know how long I have waited for this moment, " Leanne purred as my cock was no in her pussy. Without wasting any time, she rose up and began to ride me cowgirl style.

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming because there was the young girl I had wanted ever since she walked into the classroom four years ago now fucking me.

I could feel Leanne's soft silky smoothly shaven cunt grip the sides of my cock and milk me for all it was worth.

Deep inside I felt my cock swell with cum again and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. I could tell Leanne was on the verge of cumming because I felt her juices trickle over the sides of my cock and soon she flooded my cock with her cum.

Just as she came I also felt her hymen break and juices flooded my cock. 

"OH god yes-s-s-s-s-s I am a complete woman now," Leanne hollered as. she came.

This sent a signal to my brain to instruct my cock to let go of its load and I spewed my hot manhood forth from my cock deep inside her pussy.

"Oh Yes baby," Leanne moaned "Gimme more of you!"

She dismounted me and rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I crawled on top of her and inserted my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her more as she locked her legs around my back and pulled me in.

We slowly fucked this was for a good ten minutes. Our passions began to rise and the world began to slowly slip away. All we could hear was the beating of our hearts as they beat in unison.

Our bodies slowly melted together like butter on freshly baked pastry. It was like we were in our own little universe as the outside world slipped away. Time and space lost all meaning and soon we would become one soul spirit and body.

We could feel the other's pleasure and instinctively knew how to 

Our pleasure would rise like the sudden torrents and soon they would peak and we both knew we were on the verge of cumming.

Our juices flowed together as we came in unison and then we held each other as we slowly came down from our orgasmic high. Soon the world around us began to come back into view and we kissed and caressed as we basked in the feeling of our afterglow.

I suggested we get dressed and take the party back to my lake house and Leanne was all up for that but first she needed to let her friends know she was leaving and to pay for the room and return the key.

We got dressed and after we checked out we looked for her friends and Leanne introduced me to them. She told them that she would be going home with me and they all grinned at her.

We left the hotel and when we got to my place we showered and then for the rest of the night we made love.

The next morning I was awaken by Leanne giving me a blow-job and then we had a hot 69 session. We made love to well in to the morning then went for breakfast.

"It's a good thing I asked for the next two days off," Leanne said smiling 

We had breakfast and then went for a walk around the lake near my house. Later that night we made love on the dock at midnight under the full moon. 

Never did I ever imagine that I would see Leanne again after she graduated but fate smiled and allowed us to become soul mates and lovers. Ever since that weekend, Leanne and I have become inseparable. I am so glad we had this reunion. 



Party Favors



James starts to quiz his Rachel with many questions, while he blisters her bottom. "Do you deserve this paddling? Do you think you should be punished?" 

By now, Rachel is blubbering freely, although she is quick to answer James. "Ouch! Owe! Yes, Sir." She wiggles her bottom with almost every well-placed swat. "Owwee! I'll be a good girl now, Sir. Please, my bottom! Ouch! Please, Sir!" 

James sees movement in the corner of his eye. He looks to see an image disappear from the window. "I think we are being watched. I wouldn't be surprised. You know how Jenni is. She probably brought her video camera over. Well, no problem. Your protesting must have attracted their attention, Rachel. We will just give them all a good show." 

Rachel's voice is now hoarse from her crying and yelling, but she continues to plead forgiveness. "Please, I'll be good. Ouch! I promise to be better. Ouch. Owie. I'll be a good girl." 

James also continues scolding her. "I will make sure they know you have been punished, when we return to the party. And yes, we will be going back to the party." 

"Oh, please, don't make me go back. Please! I'll do anything for you. Please?" 

"I'm going to blister this bottom and you will go back and sit with the guests. And with no panties! The panties stay in my pocket." 

"Yes, Sir" whimpers Rachel. "I will do as I'm told, Sir!

James continues with the paddle, but harder than before. "Do you deserve this paddling? Were you a bad little girl?" 

"Yes, Sir. I deserve it, Sir." 

"I want to hear you, loud and clear! I want the guests to hear you, if they are outside listening. They deserve a good show, don't you think? After all, you were mean to most of them. Now, they are watching your behind get the blistering it needs." 

Rachel screams "Yes, Sir! I deserve my spanking, Sir! I have been a very naughty girl!"

James gives her ten last swats and makes them hard and fast. Rachel screams and squirms with each swat. Then, looking in the drawer, he finds some KY jelly. Smiling, he opens the tube and applies some liberally to Rachel's bottom hole. Feeling the cold gel, she lets out a knowing gasp. 

"Okay, get up and sit that red and sore behind on my hard cock. I want you to fuck your ass for me." A still sobbing Rachel climbs up off James' lap; her hands still cuffed in front of her. Reluctantly, she lowers her ass onto James' cock. He aims his cock into her slippery behind, and lets her weight slide down onto it. 

"Oh, God!" exclaims Rachel. "I'm so full! I love your cock, Sir!"

"Now, young lady. Let's see you fuck. Keep in mind, there could be a guest looking in every window. They are all watching me fuck your sore, punished ass." 

Rachel slowly begins to move up and down on James' cock. Each time her sore bottom reaches his legs, she gasps from the pain. She pulls herself up, then James pulls her down. 

She takes her time going up and down, and James doesn't like it. He smacks her behind with his hand and tells her to hurry up. "Get with it, you naughty girl. This is punishment. Up and down. Up and down." 

With a groan, Rachel begins to move faster. James grabs her waist and forces her to go even faster. 

Rachel moans in pleasure and pain. She is getting what she wants. She needed her behind spanked, and she got that. She loves the humiliation. Her behind is getting fucked, after being blistered. Now her ass is his completely, making her do all of the work. James takes the back of her skirt and sticks it in the waist of her belt, so he can see Rachel's sore bottom get fucked. 

"Faster! Fuck that ass! Punish it! Punish that naughty ass of yours. Milk my cock. I am going to cum in your naughty little ass."

"Oh, yes, Sir! Punish your naughty girl. Make me understand I have been very naughty."

"Faster! Bounce up and down on my cock. Faster. Fuck my cock! Make me cum in your ass."

"Oh, yes. Punish me, Sir. Fuck my hot ass. Teach me my lesson." 

James reaches around and grabs Rachel's wrists. He pulls them up over her head and behind her neck. He holds them there, while she bounces up and down on his cock. He thrusts up into her ass as she is coming down on it, so it rams hard into her. 

Rachel is getting into it. She loves her punishment. "Oh! Cum inside me, Sir. Please! I love it."

"Oh, I will. But not until I am ready." 

Rachel is nearly breathless, fucking as fast as she can. James keeps swatting her behind, to keep her going. "Fuck me hard! I want to hear your ass slapping against my legs." 

Rachel slams herself onto James' erection fully with every downward thrust. She feels her sweater rubbing against her hard nipples, with every one. She gasps nearly every time his cock sinks into her ass. He continually drives her to fuck him even harder. "You are wearing out my ass, Sir!" 

"No Rachel," James laughs. "You are wearing out your own ass." He gives her ass a swat and tells her to get up. Then he walks her over to the couch. "Kneel on the couch. I'm not finished with you, yet. Now it's my turn to wear out your ass." 

Rachel kneels on the couch, with her ass up in the air. James pulls her cuffed hands back over her head again, and holds them at the back of her neck. This forces her face up very near the window. Then he stuffs her panties back into her mouth, and she moans in protest. "This last bit of humiliation will be the most fun, Rachel. After tonight, I think you will think twice before you force your bad moods onto others." With that, he rams into her ass again, and rides her hard. 

It seems the guests were curious about what was going on in the guesthouse. They have been watching all of this from outside. Rachel can now see her friends standing around the window her face is pressed against. Her face turns warm and bright red, as she sees them laughing and cheering James on. 

James laughs when he sees them peering into the windows. "You can't do anything but grunt and groan as I ram into your ass. A naughty girl needs to learn and this is how I want you to learn. My Rachel is embarrassed, and her ass is getting fucked. Isn't it?"

Rachel quickly nods her head in agreement. She whimpers at her situation. Her friends are cheering James on, as he continues to punish her ass. She closes her eyes and tastes her panties, visualizing what her friends must be seeing. 

James can see the faces of the women who are watching. He studies the looks on their faces. Some are standing with their mouth open wide, in disbelief of what is going on. He grabs Rachel's hair and pulls it hard, as he fucks her ass. He grabs with both hands and rams into her ass. The women cheer from outside the window, when he does this. "It looks like I have a cheering section outside. Unless they are cheering for you."

This comment gets a groan from Rachel. She is bouncing with the force of his fucking. She sees the guests cheering and laughing at her expressions. She moans from all of the sensations. Her pussy is dripping wet and she loves being used this way.

When James tells her he is about to cum in her ass, she moans again, drinking in all the feelings of the moment. 

James quickens his pace, knowing he is about to cum. The last few thrusts are massive, his body smacking hard against Rachel's ass cheeks. Then he moans loudly, filling her ass with his hot cum. He moves his hands to her hips to help drain his cock. Grabbing her tightly, he jerks in spasms, pumping in and out of her quivering ass.

Rachel's body shudders as she cums right after James. She feels his hot cum shooting inside her and her own climax gushing between her legs. A warm, used feeling comes over her, as she knows has pleased her Master. She kneels there as James pumps inside her. His cock is contracting in her ass. She begs him to fuck her even harder, but her panties muffle her request. 

Finally, James falls back and releases her. He pulls out of her ass and plops on the couch, beside her. Rachel leans forward completely exhausted, but satisfied. 

After a short time, James gets back up, grabs her hair, and pulls her face to the window. "See all of these people? They are watching you get your punishment!"

Rachel nods her head.

"They are your friends, and they are enjoying what they see. They think you deserve this. I think you deserve it, too. You were mean. You were disrespectful. But, you paid the price." He takes the panties from her mouth, and removes the cuffs from her wrists. He puts both in his pocket. "We are going back to the party, now."

"Yes, Sir. Can't I please have my panties back?" 

"No, I told you that. Did you forget?" 

"No, Sir. It's just everybody will know. It will be so embarrassing." 

"Yes, it will. But, that will be your last bit of punishment. You'll go back to that party, and take the looks and snickers of your friends. Do you agree?"

"But, Sir?" Rachel asks.

"Yes, Rachel? Do you want to ask me something?"

"No, Sir. I understand. Yes, I agree."

"Okay. Now, lets see how well you sit on that sore behind, for the rest of the party."

Rachel cringes at this idea, but knows she must agree. "Yes, Sir."

James pushes Rachel in front of him, out the door and back to the party. Both are in a very different mood than when they went out that door a while ago. Rachel notices the envious looks from the men and women as they re-enter the party. Nobody says anything, but everybody has a knowing smile on their face. The air is thick with sexual tension. 

She quickly looks for an out of the way place to sit. Jenni waves her hand, pointing to an open spot next to her. Rachel has to walk past many of her friends to get there, remembering each face from the window of the guesthouse as she passes. James watches as she sits down. She looks to him as she slowly lowers herself onto the chair. Her face is now red again. But not near as red as her sore bottom.

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Party Favour



Amanda was a nice, normal girl with no annoying habits or quirks. And this was good, because she was going to be my room-mate at university for at least the next year. It was a relief to find we got on with each other, and in fact we had several things in common, such as bands we liked, TV programmes we loved and hated, favourite clothes shops and the like.

One thing we didn't have in common was our attitude to men. Amanda wanted a meaningful relationship: intimacy, affection, trust and all the rest of it. I just wanted sex, as much and as often as possible. Let loose at university, I was like a kid in a sweet shop and by the time the first term was halfway over, I was well on the way to becoming a good old-fashioned college slut.

One of the great things about Amanda was she wasn't judgmental. While a one-night stand or a drunken shag behind the student union bar wasn't her idea of heaven, she accepted without question that my sexual habits were different to hers, and she never criticised my behaviour, even when I was staggering back to our rooms in the small hours with my knickers in my handbag and sperm running down my legs. If she woke up at all, it would be merely to ask "how was he?" to which I'd reply "crap", "okay", "fucking huge", (or, on one memorable night, "it wasn't 'he', it was 'they'") depending on how satisfied that night's partner had left me.

After a few weeks Amanda started going out with Matt, a fellow first year. He was a decent guy, quite good-looking with a pleasant personality, and he treated Amanda well. So we were all quite content.

"Matt's halls are having a Halloween party," Amanda said one day towards the end of October, "It's fancy dress – are you up for it?"

"Should be a laugh," I replied, "what are you going to wear?"

"I thought I'd go as a witch," she said, "keep the Halloween theme going. Plus it's cheap!"

"Cheap is good," I agreed, thinking of my limited student funds, "I'll probably go as a St Trinian's schoolgirl. Cheap and slutty!"

On the morning of the party, I was both relieved and dismayed to get my period. Relieved because it had been slightly late and although I was on the Pill, accidents can happen, but mostly dismayed because that effectively put paid to getting laid that night. I was determined to still enjoy myself though, and with luck I could at least set myself up with a date for a few days' time.

My outfit consisted of a tight white shirt knotted under my bra-less tits, a short black wrapover skirt, a tie from the local charity shop, black fishnet stockings and suspenders and high black stilettos. I drew on freckles with a brown eyeliner pencil and fastened my dark hair into two schoolgirl plaits. To complete the picture, I had a lollipop to suck.

"You look great," Amanda said, wrapping her black cloak (made from a discarded satin sheet from the same charity shop) around herself.

Once inside, we split up; she to find Matt, and me to get a drink and find someone to flirt with. No sooner did I have a can of cider in my hand than I felt a pair of hands sliding onto my bare stomach from behind. I turned to see Matt's friend and room-mate, Stu, grinning at me. I'd met him a couple of times since Amanda and Matt had started going out, and although nothing much to look at, he had a wicked smile and a dirty laugh that I liked, and we'd exchanged flirty, suggestive innuendo without anything developing. Now he was dressed up as a vicar.

"How appropriate," he said, still holding onto me, "I'm a vicar and you've come as a tart,"

"Please sir," I lisped playfully, "I'm just an innocent schoolgirl,"

"Innocent my arse," Stu leered, running a hand up my leg and flicking the strap of my suspender, "I bet all the teachers have had a go at you,"

"Only the ones with the big cocks," I whispered, still lisping as I stepped in towards him. The atmosphere suddenly became less jokey as he moved his hand up to cup my buttock firmly, pulling me closer to him as he did so. I could feel his cock stiffening against my thigh and moved my hips instinctively, rhythmically to rub against it.

"Can I shag you?" Stu asked bluntly. I silently cursed my tedious monthly hormones.

"Not tonight," I replied, "it's that time of the month. But I'll suck you off, if you want."

Stu groaned and gripped me harder for a second. "Fuck, yes," he sighed in my ear.

"Let's find somewhere quieter, then," I suggested. We left the common room and he led me to the room he shared with Matt. Once inside we kissed for a few minutes. He untied the knot in my shirt and began to knead my tits eagerly, stroking my already-erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. In response I rubbed the insistent bulge beneath his home-made cassock.

"So how do you want me," I murmured as our lips parted, "on the bed, or on my knees?" Stu closed his eyes and swallowed, then looked at me with a wild, greedy expression.

"Get on your knees," he said huskily. I could tell he could hardly believe his luck. I smiled sweetly and dropped obediently to my knees in front of him. He stripped off the fancy dress and stood in just his black trousers, which I unfastened and pushed down his thighs. His cock poked out of his boxer shorts and I manipulated it free. It was only a little more than average size – nothing special for a shag, but a nice size to suck. Stu moaned as I held it lightly. I turned to his thighs first, biting gently and bringing forth more moans of pleasure, which became louder as I ran my tongue over his swollen balls and took first one, then the other, into my mouth. As always, the thought of their contents pouring down my throat in a few moments' time made my cunt contract. By the time I kissed my way up and around his stiff shaft with the lightest of butterfly kisses, pre-cum was oozing out of the tip, his cock was twitching in my hand and my thong was soaked with my own juices.

I inhaled deeply, loving the distinctive smell of an aroused cock, before delicately licking the drops of salty liquid from the tip of Stu's prick. He sighed heavily, his hands balled tightly into fists with tension and anticipation. I paused and looked up at him, waiting for his eyes to open and meet my gaze before I spoke.

"That's delicious," I said softly, smiling up at him in a way I knew to be provocative, "I hope your spunk tastes as nice when it's spurting onto my tongue. Shall we find out?" His only reply was a long, drawn-out groan of ecstasy. I parted my lips and guided the head of his cock into my eager mouth, feeling it throb and judder in response. I sensed he wasn't going to last too long. Most men didn't, if they weren't used to getting blowjobs. Stu placed his hands on my head, gripping my plaits. I tilted my head to get the angle right to deep throat him, and slid his cock smoothly in up to the hilt, swirling my tongue around his rod, until his balls were on my chin and my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"Ohhhh, fuck," he moaned, as he glanced down to see his cock buried in my throat. I put my hands on his hips and rocked him back and forth, letting him know he could move in and out. For a second he seemed uncertain, then he realised what I was letting him do, what I wanted in fact, and he began to thrust roughly, eagerly. I gagged and drooled but kept my hands on his hips encouragingly so that he knew I didn't want him to stop. I relaxed my throat even more as he fucked my face with fast, urgent strokes. After a few moments I felt him tense and his cock swelled and stiffened even more.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Stu gasped. Quickly I pulled back and he yelped "Nooo!" and tried to clutch my hair, obviously thinking I was letting his cock go altogether. Instead I held the head firmly between my lips so that as he cried out inarticulately and began to shoot his load, he came in my mouth rather than down my throat. I wanted to taste it, to savour the delicious saltiness on my tongue. Wave after wave of hot, creamy sperm spurted into my mouth and I felt my juices soak my thighs in response.

At last Stu's cock stopped jerking and dribbling in my mouth. I let it slide from between my lips and looked up at him again. When he met my eyes I opened my mouth, showing him his jism on my tongue, then I very deliberately swallowed, feeling it slide smoothly down my recently-fucked throat. Stu moaned again with pleasure and I smiled as I began to rise.

"That was amazing," he said breathlessly, sitting down as his legs began to shake. "It was the best blowjob I've ever had. Not that I've had many – most girls won't suck cock, and the few that do hardly ever let a guy come in their mouth."

"Most girls are very stupid," I said softly, re-tying my shirt, "but that means all the more for me."

"Can I see you again?" Stu asked, "I mean, will you do this again? And maybe next time I could fuck you as well?"

"I never say no to a delicious cock," I replied, "and yours was certainly delicious. I'll look forward to having it again soon,"

And so I did – but that's another story!



Party  Favours



Steve looked helplessly up across the garage interior with all its apparatus. He gazed up at the window. Being anchored to the wall with no means of retreat or escape Steve shuddered at the thought of his workmates standing at that viewing window, staring down at him as Marie smiled that prim little smile of hers.

“Oooh Baby has got a hard one hasn’t he?” Marie smirked at Steve as she drew the whip handle back and then flicked it. The tip of the whip flailed his rigid cock. 

Carlene was still strapped helpless to the massage table in the middle of the room. Derek worked slowly and carefully watching the expression on her face as he slid one dildo into her cunt only to remove it and try another larger one. Carlene enjoyed the feeling of her cunt stretching. She was amazed at how Derek could fit such large dildos into her body.

Marie snarled. “You like seeing how big her cunt can get?” She pulled the whip back and flicked it harder at Steve. This time a red line cut across Steve’s cock.

Steve snapped. “Fuck! Marie!”

Derek worked a ten-inch vibrator into Carlene’s gaping cunt, easing it slowly in and then back out again. Carlene felt the stretching as Derek slowly pushed the vibrator back into her body. The vibrator was easily four inches in diameter.

The whip again landed stinging its red nettle across Steve’s cock. “I don’t remember asking for you opinion. You’ve had your fun tonight. Now it’s mine.”

Derek flicked the switch on the vibrator. Carlene shook in her restraints. Pussy juice flowed out of her wide-open cunt and onto the massage table. Steve watched Carlene as his own cock stung with its red lash marks. Marie walked over and dipped her fingers into the pussy juice and returned to Steve. 

“Here! Lick my fingers Boy.” Marie’s almost simpleton looks had changed. She was still changing right before her husband’s eyes. Steve had never seen this firey tigress within his own wife. He lapped at her fingers with his tongue. “Good Boy!” Marie soothed. “You can be a good boy can’t you?”

Derek leant forward sucking on Carlene’s stretched and tortured clit. Carlene’s pussy gushed with juices.

Marie stepped back surveying her helpless husband. She took the stock whip and turned it so that the end of the stock whip was rubbing on her clit. She worked her clit as Steve watched. 

Stunned that this mighty sexual Mistress was his homely little wife, Steve’s mind was on that whip handle and how much he’d like to replace it with his cock. “Touch your titties, baby, touch ‘em” He urged her softly.

Marie flicked the whip once again and this time a red slash fell across his chest from nipple to nipple. “Ahhh!” He tried not to speak.

“I will touch what I want when I want and you Boy will do my bidding. You have already proven yourself a worthless little boy-slut tonight.” 

The snarl bit into Steve’s body like the lashes from the whip. She was right. He had proven he was a boy-slut. He had fucked Carlene at the first chance. “Thank god.” He thought. “She doesn’t know about the others.”

Derek fastened a strap around Carlene’s waist and another up between her legs to hold the dildo in place. “Don’t want my little sweet pushing that out. Do we?” He then stepped around to Carlene’s side. Her face still encased in leather, Derek could see Carlene’s eyes. Here eyes sparkled with delight.

The thought crossed Steve’s mind at the same moment that Marie retrieved a folded piece of paper from under her leathers. “Hunny.” She read. “I want to be with you too. But you know that Marie could not cope without me. I have explained that to you several times now. I have also explained how much I love our sweet interludes and how each one of them helps me to maintain my sanity. Love and Kisses. Steve.”

Derek turned to watch Steve’s face, delighting in the rapid changes as Marie read his private love e-letter.

Steve’s face paled as Marie read those all too familiar words. “Since when did Marie know how to use a computer?” He mused.

“I believe that one was to Angie, the new secretary at your work! Dated February fourteenth I believe. Valentine’s Day!” Marie smirked as she watched Steve squirm from his discomfort. 

Angie stood at the window staring down on the scene as her own private email was being read aloud. She grew angry. “How could Steve be so stupid as to let his wife have access to his emails.” She thought.

Marie looked up to the window. “Angie Michaelson. Come on down!”

Steve watched as Angie disappeared from the window and reappeared at the same door that Marie had entered through.

Derek began sucking and biting at Carlene’s nipples. He sucked the hot flesh into his mouth and let it slide out again from between his teeth. His eyes were on the scene nearby. He watched intently

Angie strode across the room to Marie.

“Marie. I am so sorry.” Angie pleaded.

“Sorry be fucked!” Marie snapped back. “You loved every second of that dicking he gave you. How can you be fucking sorry now?”

Angie hung her head. 

Marie watched in delight at Angie’s discomfort. “Any idea why little slut boy couldn’t escape for even one hour on Valentine’s Day?”

Angie shook her head.

“Because” Continued Marie. “He was with me. Do you know what we were doing on this last Valentine’s Day?”

Angie shook her head. Here body was shaking from the unknown.

“Little slut-boy here and I were in a church. Care to guess what we were doing?”

Angie’s eyes welled with tears. She shook her head again.

“Tell her!” Marie prodded Steve with the whip. “Tell your little hunny what you were doing on Valentines Day last!”

Steve hesitated. 

The whip cracked across his face a red mark turning blue with the vehemence of the whip. “Tell her!”

Steve hung his head. 

Marie lifted his head with the handle of the whip. “No little slut-boy when talking to a lady you need to look up to her! Now tell the lady what you were doing you worthless piece of whorish shit.”

“I was renewing my wedding vows to Marie.”

Angie’s face showed anger it dawned on her. Steve had never intended on leaving his wife. He had played her like the fool she was.

Derek let his eyes wander up to the viewing window. He watched the gathering of voyeurs as there eyes glazed over and there hands rubbed, touched, teased their own cocks and clits. He smiled.

Marie pushed the whip into Angie’s hand. “Here. Show the little slut-boy how you feel about him now.”

Angie played with the whip. Watching the tip of the whip flail back and forth as she swung it. Emotion welled inside her. She lifted her arm and brought the handle of the whip down across Steve’s face. “You fucking little boy-whore!”

Marie grabbed Steve by the cock while his head was still reeling from the blow. His cock was still hard. His balls full with cum. She yanked his ball bag down.

“Fuck!” The word escaped Steve’s mouth before he thought of the consequences.

Marie turned to Angie. “Your dismissed!”

Angie obeyed and left the garage through the door she had entered, her shoulders shaking from the scene she had just taken part in. Her pussy wet from the sexiness of being in control and being at Marie’s mercy at the same time.

Marie glanced up at the window again. “Email number two.” She began. “My Dearest Kate.” Marie glanced at the window above again.

Kate raced from the window, downstairs, through the door and out into the garage. She was wild with anger. 

Derek stopped biting at Carlene’s nipples and stood up as Kate burst into the room.

Steve watched helplessly.

Kate grabbed at the email and shoved Marie to the ground. “Give me that here. You fucking she devil” Marie grabbed Kate by her long auburn hair with one hand and sunk her nails in to her pretty white flesh with the other. The email fluttered to the floor. Kate kicked and hit out at Marie.

The voyeurs at the window became frantic, rubbing, stroking, and squeezing their clits and cocks as the catfight continued.

Long gashes from fingernails bled freely on Kate’s face. 

Bruises spread over Marie’s legs and arms as Kate struck out at her. 

Marie grabbed at Kate’s dress and tore it from her body. She wrapped her legs around Kate and rolled atop her, pinning her to the garage floor. Marie spat in Kate’s face and demanded. “You pack your fucking things and get out of town!” Marie punched Kate in the face. “If you contact my husband ever again I am the one who will be fucking you and you wont like the experience.”

Kate stared up at the hard cruel face of Marie’s.

Steve was overwhelmed with his desire to fuck both women as they fought and rolled around on the garage floor. His cock strained against its own flesh, veins stood rigidly along the length of his shaft and his balls ached for relief.

Derek took two strides across to the women cat-fighting. He picked up what remained of Kate’s dress and grabbed Kate by the arm and led her to the door. “You get to miss out on the fun!” He said as he shoved the disheveled woman out into the cold night air.

Marie got to her feet with anger slashed across her face. She took the whip and began flailing at Steve’s body. Angry slashes criss-crossed his body. “See what your fucking little whore slut is like. See what she does to me. You mongrel dog slut-boy.”

“Enough!” Derek’s voice rolled through the garage like thunder. He didn’t mind a scene and Marie’s suggestion of a revenge scene had been a great idea. But, he didn’t want any trouble from the law.

Derek returned to Carlene. He undid the restraint holding the vibrator into her body and slowly drew it from her body. Carlene arched her back. “Well my pretty one. I am going to remove the mask now. Close your eyes and then open them slowly in a minute. You don’t want the lights hurting them.

Carlene closed her eyes and smiled. Derek really did love her. of that she was certain.

Marie stopped. She stood shaking. Staring at her husband’s body now with blood oozing from the whip’s lashes. She stepped towards him and ran her finger through a long line of red. She lifted the finger to her mouth and tasted his blood. “It tastes like Steve.” She mused.

Derek slid the mask of Carlene’s face and began kissing and licking at the streams of sweat on her face.

Steve enjoyed watching the changes come over his wife’s face as she touched his body gently now and smiled at him. 

Derek loosened the restraints on Carlene as he watched the husband and wife try to understand what had happened and how their life had changed from this night onwards.

Carlene stretched her body out.

Marie whispered to Steve. “I love you.”

Steve whispered back. “I know. I love you too.”

Derek approached Marie and took the whip from her hand. “You have had enough. He has had too much. I told you what happens if things go wrong. I told you. Didn’t I?” Derek looked down at Marie.

“Y.yyes. You told me.” She murmured.

“What?” Asked Steve.

“Shut the fuck up slut-boy.” Derek snarled.

Derek led Marie to the massage table. Marie lay on the table obediently. “You are going to learn to control yourself Marie. Control. It is all about Control.” Derek fastened the restraints on Marie’s arms and legs, as she lay spread-eagled on the table.

Carlene now sat on a nearby sofa. Her legs jelly like from the many orgasms. She watched intently as Derek began teasing Marie’s body.

Steve watched in amazement as his wife submitted herself to the ministrations of this man. Derek certainly had a way with women. He had a way with everyone. Steve’s cock hardened.



Party Favours



I went to a party thrown by my friends Bobby and Trish. Trish's cousin, Marta, was in from out of town. I normally am attracted to slim petite women, but Marta and I seemed to hit it off that night. Marta was on the chunky side, with wide hips and large breasts that hung down. She had long, strawberry blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Her and I danced and joked around almost all of the evening together. When it was time to leave, Marta asked if I would like to come to her motel room for a drink. My friends had some other people staying at their home and Marta decided to get a motel room as not to be all crowded in her cousin's small house.

I followed her over to her room and when we entered, Marta was all over me. I don't know if it was the alcohol or just generally being horny. She threw her arms around my neck and started kissing my mouth. I opened my mouth to her and we had a long, tongue kiss. After a few minutes of this, Marta started to tug on my belt buckle. She got my pants free and she managed to pull my underwear down. My semi-erect cock sprung loose.

"I knew you had a big one," Marta said to me. She got down on her knees and took my cock in one hand. Marta then slowly licked the tip of my pecker with her tongue. I thought I was going to lose it right there. Marta then surrounded the head of my cock with her lips and started going down on me. She slowly worked her way down to the root of my dick and then looked up at my face.

She would have seen me panting like a dog. I placed my hands on the back of her head and Marta continued going up and down my throbbing cock. Eventually she pulled off and stood up. She walked over to the sofa and started undressing. She revealed her big breasts that were topped off with long circular nipples. Her pants and underwear came off and I got a glimpse of her pussy. She was shaved way down and I could see she was already soaked down below. 

Marta lay down on the couch and motioned for me. I got in between her legs. I began to rub the head of my cock up and down her sopping wet hole.

"Are you trying to make me crazy?" She asked.

She reached out and guided my cock to her folds and I pushed into her. The air went out of her lungs and she moaned. I pushed in all the way and just held my cock there for a minute. I thought Marta would go nuts. She locked her legs around my back and I started to slide my dick in and out of her tight hole. After a few minutes I started to slam into her as hard as I could. I stretched my legs out and drove my cock into Marta.

You could hear the loud slapping noise of my balls ploughing into Marta ass cheeks. Marta was screaming loudly by now. 

"Fuck me Bill, please!" Marta cried out to me.

I kept slamming my cock into her, then I stirred my cock around in circular motions. I kept hitting her pussy walls and building up friction. How long we were at it I couldn't tell you. I just knew that Marta was having one orgasm after another. They were small ones and I wanted to push her over the edge. I pulled my cock out so just the head of my cock was in place. Then I buried my shaft into her pussy with long strokes. Over and over I drove into her right up to my nuts. The dam then broke.

Marta started to cum uncontrollably. She squirted her fluids all over my belly. It was like a hot shower of cum hitting me. I was so close when I finally couldn't hold on a second longer. I pushed in one more time and gave Marta my love seed. It seemed I just flooded her with my hot cum. Marta locked around my cock and squeezed me clean. After a few minutes of this we collapsed into each others arms. The sweat was rolling off of our bodies. We kissed some more and my cock slowly slipped out of Marta.

Marta then got to her feet. She was a bit shaky, but she managed to go to the bathroom and get some towels for us to clean up with. After that, we went straight to her bed. We continued to fuck that night. Marta somehow managed to make me hard again with her mouth. She then mounted me and rode me. As Marta slammed down hard onto my groin, I reached up and pinched her hard nipples. I then switched to taking her ass cheeks in each of my hands and pulling them apart. I brought my ass up off the bed and drove my thick cock into her pussy. Marta wanted it all that evening. I made her cum again as I reached for her clit with my thumb. I pressed on it as I fed her with my shaft. That last part pushed Marta to cum again. She just kept sliding up and down my pole until she finally had to stop and rest. 

We both woke up in bed together the next morning. Marta was supposed to head over to her cousin's house for breakfast. We got cleaned up and I left for the time being. I got a phone call later in the early evening. Marta needed me, she said. She had me and my cock on her mind the whole day. I went over to her motel room again and we had a follow up session. Marta told me no one had ever fucked her like that before. She wanted me and hoped I would want her from now on. We ended up fucking right up until the next morning.

Marta had to leave and head back home. We now have plans to pick up where we left off and Marta will be back in town in a few weeks.



Party Favours



The whole thing began in the most innocent and innocuous way. The office had been working very hard for the last 2 months on the preparation of a very large building contract. Because we are such a large and complex construction company, we have the opportunity to bid on multi-million dollar projects and we have had huge contracts all around the world. The contract that we were working on was at best long gamble, but we knew that if we could pull it off, there would be big money it for the company and bonuses for all who worked so hard. We also knew that our main competitor was aggressively seeking to take it from us, and, as much as we wanted it, we felt that they probably had the inside track. Because of that, it came as a very pleasant surprise that we, instead of them, had been awarded the contract. The boss was ecstatic, and decided to throw a champagne party for the staff after the Friday afternoon closing. 

Today, we had had that party and it had been a good one. The various departments all gathered together and the speeches were plentiful and the beer, wine and booze flowed freely. There were the usual 'pep' and 'nose to the grindstone' speeches. There were also the 'we have the greatest staff in the world' type speeches, but the one that got to us all, was when the boss, almost in tears, said thank you. It was simple. It was sincere and it was personal. We were all touched by his candid sincerity. It was then that I noticed her. She was about 5'6', brunette, and the perfect weight/height ratio. Her shape was absolutely divine. Her legs just the right size and covered with white stockings. She had a grey skirt and jacket, a beautifully tailored white blouse, Her hair, though brunette, tended toward the darker side of that shade. She could almost have been called black, but the highlights, where definitely brunette. She had it cut in a pageboy style and it framed the most beautiful face that I have ever seen. She was simply stunning, and, believe me, the sight of her stunned me. I almost did a double take, which to my mind is about the most embarrassing thing a man can ever do in the sight of a beautiful woman. Collecting myself, I smiled at her, and, surprisingly, this lovely creature smiled back at me. Nothing more was exchanged, as the speeches picked up again and our attention were drawn elsewhere. 

Finally, the speeches ended and we were all invited to stay and enjoy the party. We were told that food had been laid on and the drinks would flow as long as there were people there to enjoy it. It was clear that no expenses had been spared to make this party a good one. Most of us, knowing on Monday that this party was in the works had made plans and warned our family's that we would not be home. It was no problem for me as I am a bachelor lately come from an intimate relationship that had gone terribly sour. I had purchased an apartment/condo about a year ago and Violet and I had lived in it, until she found another 'prick' that she like better. I learned from that experience, that while a big cock might be an initial attraction, it would not make a relationship. I suppose all the extra work that we engineers had done preparing the bid had cut into her 'screwing time'. If nothing else, Violet liked and needed to be fucked regularly – no not regularly – daily, hourly, every five minutes was more like it. Damn, that woman could burn a man out in no time at all. I can't say that I was sad when she left with Tony or whatever his name was. I was looking for some rest and relaxation. I like sex. I like it a lot, but a steady diet not a constant diet is more to my liking. All that is but aside because this party suggests to me that it will be a good one. We all have a lot of steam to let off and there is much to celebrate before we get called back to work so that we can build this monstrosity. 

We had milling about before the speeches were announced so the vision had just happened to be beside me. I had not planned it, but, if I had seen her before the speeches, you could be sure I would have planned the meeting. Any man in his right mind would have. 

When the speeches ended, I turned toward her, but she had gone. It was disappointed to say the least. I was hoping to start up a conversation with her. It was easy to do in these circumstances. You had also sorts of work-based questions that would eventually lead up to more personal questions. The work-based questions broke the ice and prepared the way to more intimate questions. Now, she was gone, and I was heart broken. I had noticed, (for I always make note of the important things) that she was without the ring, the one on third finger left hand. She looked liked fair game to me, and I felt that I might have been likewise to her. Alas, such is life. Well, I thought to myself, there is always the bar and a single malt would taste might fine just now. I headed that direction. 

As I approached the bar, I noticed my vision coming the same way. I arrived at the same time as she did, and so I said to her, "Can I order you a drink."

The Vision reply; "That would be grand. Could you get me a single malt scotch with just a touch of water, please."

I instantly fell in love. A vision with a taste for single malt scotch, who had ever heard of such a combination before. Most women hate scotch. They can see nothing in it that would ever tempt them to take it. It is a drink whose taste I acquired and, once acquired, makes all other drinks pale beside it. 

I said to the vision;

"WOW! A woman who likes single malt. You are a first for me. I generally get raised eyebrows and a look of disgust from those women that I have dated when I mention Scotch, let alone single malt."

"You obviously have dated the wrong girls." Said the vision.

"I am sure that you are right. My name is David and I am from the engineering department. May I be so bold as to ask your name? (I would have crawled over an acre of glass to get it at this point."

"Certainly! She said confidently. "I am Natalie, I am an electrical engineer working with the electrical department. What do you do in the engineering department?

"I am a structural engineer. I take those incredible shapes our architect designed and try to make some kind of engineering sense of them. I can tell this project is going to be a challenge to pull off. We are going to have to think beyond the box for this one. 

"David! It is David isn't it?"

I nodded in the affirmative.

"I think that this project will be a watershed for this company. If we can pull it off, we will set ourselves as a company to look to for other large developments. Whatever you do, you have to make it work. I want to be part of that new wave which we can be when this project is completed."

The conversation instantly translated into work based problems and challenges. Suddenly, we were on the same base, page and wavelength. The time began to take wing. The whiskeys arrived, were consumed and reordered. The conversation never seemed to end. We were so into what we had done over the last six months that we hardly had time for our stories and/or ourselves. Suddenly, it as 10 o'clock. We noticed that the crowd had thinned out considerably and the bartenders and food servers were packing up things. We both looked at each other, and then giggled. I said; "That went by quickly didn't it? Natalie said; "It certainly did. You know, I think that I am hungry."

"I think there is some food around here, isn't there?

"There was supposed to be some laid on." Said Natalie. 

We got up from where we had been sitting and went toward a table that looked as though it might hold food. When we arrived, we soon were aware, that, whatever had been there, was no more. There were very slim pickings. It was clear that our hunger was no going to be satisfied here. 

"Well! I think we blew it." Said I.

"David, I think we will have to look elsewhere for some food."

"Does that 'we' suggest that we will go together?

"We have been together this long, lets not break up a good thing." Said Natalie

"Any ideas of what you might like?" I asked her.

"Just a bite, sandwich, hamburger, pizza anything like that will do. I just want to take the edge off." Replied Natalie.

"Same here." I said "I wonder if Joe's is open?"

Joe's was a small restaurant close to the office where most of them would go grab a quick lunch. They made most of there money making take outs that were brought back to the office. 

"I am not sure that they would be open. Don't they just cater to the businesses. They couldn't have much of an after hours trade." Said Natalie

"Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained." Said I, "Let's go see."

Natalie said; "You will have to give me about 10 minutes then meet me at the elevator. I have to do a tour of the little girl's room and gather up my stuff."

"Same here, I said, "but it will have to be the little boy's room unless you are not modest. In that case, I will join you in the little girl's room."

Natalie laughed and said; "There are two reasons why that can't happen. One, the management frowns seriously upon the practice. Two, it is too soon." 

Having said that, she winked and made her way toward the lady's room and her office.

David paid his visit to the boy's room and was surprised by the time it took to pee. He had been a long time between visits. Then he made his way toward the office. He gathered up his stuff, packed his computer in the case because he knew he had some homework to do now that the project was to go ahead. A last check, and he went to the elevator. Natalie had not yet arrived when he got there. He pressed the button and hoped that the elevator and Natalie would arrive at the 25th. floor at the same time. It didn't happen and two more elevators came and went before Natalie arrived. 

"Sorry, I'm late." Said Natalie. "I never thought that I would get out the little girl's room. That must have been a record pee." She said candidly. 

David laughed and said; "I know. It must have been hours since I last went."

Then they both laughed. They pressed the elevator button, and subtly, almost unnoticed by both of them, they edged closer to each other. 

When they got out on the street, they noticed that lights on Joe's were on and there seemed to be people going in and out. That was a hopeful sign, David thought. At Joe's, they had yet another surprise. Joe was there. It was close to 11:30 in the evening and Joe was still there. 

"Hi! Joe!" said David "Working a bit late aren't you?"

"What is late? Said Joe. "We are open 24/7. 

"You're kidding! I never knew that." Said Natalie.

"Oh hi! Natalie." Said Joe. "Are you and David an item now? He asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Not really." Said David (kind of liking the idea though). "We were at a celebatory party tonight. We won a big contract and all the office had a party."

"That's great!" said Joe. "Have a table, I'll get someone to serve you both. I have to do some cooking."

With that he talked to one of the waitresses who he instructed to put the couple in the back booth where it is quiet. Secretly, Joe liked both of them, and he thought that they would be a good match. He liked to help out Mother Nature and men and women's hormones on the occasion.

David and Natalie couldn't decide on whether or not they wanted B.L.T. or a Hamburg. They compromised. Each took one and told the waitress to make sure they were cut in half. They would have both. 

The conversation drifted back to the new project. Natalie asked David how engineering would translate the modernistic looking building into structural and buildable frames. With that, David lit up. Natalie could see that he was excited by the prospect of working on the outer edge of engineering problems. The way he talked suggested to her that he was not just another engineer, but rather a leader in this project. He talked about his team and he talked about it as though he was the one in charge. It did not take long before he had a napkin and a pen and was drawing on them and describing the things that they proposed to do. Next thing, he noticed that Natalie had come out of her seat and had slid in beside him so that she could look at the drawings from the front. She got in real close and was as involved in the conversation as David was in his explanations. When the lecture ended, the two suddenly found themselves at intimate distance from each other. They were pressed closely together and they were within kissable distance. It was awkward at first, but it was lovely too. They had become aware of each other in that other way, that sexual way. Their bodies pressed together and their hormones beginning to rage. 

For both of them, it was a very pleasant surprise. 

David spoke first." As he said; "My it is close in here isn't it? Frankly, it is kind of nice. I like it."

Natalie laughed; "It certainly is 'close'. I would say within 'kissing distance". Would you agree."

"With what? The distance or the kissing? Said David.

"Both" said Natalie, and with that she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"You missed." Said David. I was thinking of here and he kissed her lightly on the lips.

"MMMMMMM" said Natalie. "That was nice, but I can do better." She then kissed him on the lips, a kiss that is meant for lovers. 

David picked up his glass and said jokily. "Is there something in the water, because suddenly I feel very passionate toward you."

Natalie knew what he meant immediately. She wondered how she had got there so fast, but she was definitely feeling some moisture arising in that wonderful spot between her legs. What is this she thought to herself? How did this happen so fast?

She looked a David. Her rational processes, which were profound, took over. My he is good looking. He is well educated. He is funny and kind. He is generous with his compliments and he certainly is good leader. Damn woman! She said to herself; "This man is a hunk. A good-looking smart, sexy, piece of male. Go for him babe, go for him.

David was having no less thoughts about Natalie. She was an incredible dresser. She was with him and understood everything that he was saying. The hours had been minutes with her, and she was so good to have beside him. Beautiful, bright, sexy, intelligent, and wonderful to be with. Man! Are you crazy? What more do you want. This is it. GO FOR IT.

Suddenly, that black cloud of doubt hit for both. The question arose "Where do we go from here? What is the next move? It was late. They had so few choices. One, they found some way to keep the night going apart from their homes. Two, they separated, took numbers and promised to call in the morning. Three, they went to his place or Four, they went to her place. 

The problem was that they were both tired. The prospect of keeping it going artificially did not sit well with either of them. They had found each other, and they liked each other, and they wanted to be with each other so the idea of taking a number and calling in the morning, while a solution, was not one either of them wanted as well. The only thing left was to retire to his or her apartment, but who was going to make that proposal. What if it was rejected? The one or other would have felt like a fool. A fifth option, a lousy fifth option was found. They would take a cab to her place. She would be dropped off and he would go on to his place alone. BUMMER. They hailed a cab. 

They crawled in back and got really close to each other. The cabbie asked the address and Natalie said. "The Newgate Apartments" 1520 State St. W. please.

David smiled and said "Yes please"

The cabbie took off. Natalie began to tell David how much she had enjoyed their time together. How she hoped that they could continue to see each other and how much she was interested in what he was doing. 

The cab ride was over almost before it began. David told Natalie to wait until he paid the Cabbie. She waited on the sidewalk ready to give him a kiss goodnight. The cabbie being paid, sped off into the night leaving David and Natalie standing on the sidewalk.

"I thought you said that you were going to take that cab to your apartment? Natalie said.

"I did." Said David.

"What are you playing at David?" said Natalie. "Is this some sort of a trick to get into my apartment and God knows what else you may have in mind to get into?"

"Well! Yes and No!" said David, his grin growing ever so much bigger. 

"You rat!" said Natalie laughing. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am? Do you think that I am into one night stands or something."?

"I would most certainly hope not." Said David. "I would expect a great deal more than a one night stand with you. I would begin with a weekend though."

"Well of all the cheek!" Natalie said. "Not a night, a weekend no less. Are you sure that you might not want to make it a lifetime next."

"The prospect of that had a definite appeal." Said David. "Now, can we go into our home now."

"What do you mean by that? She said. 

"What do you think I mean? Said David

"To be honest, Mr. Riddle, I have lost you. I don't have a clue what you are talking about. Would you please fill me in." said Natalie

"A wonderful choice of words." Said David "I would be most happy to 'fill you in' at any time and at any place, but for the time being, will it be your apartment or mine. Mine is 1632. What is yours?"

Suddenly, Natalie clued in. She laughed. "You mean to tell me you live in this apartment/condo complex too?"

"Yes maam, I do." He said with a smile.

"Well damn! She said. "What a happy coincidence. How come we haven't met before."

"Ever since you told the Cabbie your address, I have been asking the same question." David said. "Now what is your apartment # madam. The least I can do is to see you to your door."

"You are not going to believe this." She said. With that she handed him, her key. You might try this in the next door beside yours,1634. Now does it matter which one we fuck in because I am so damn horny now I could take you in the hall."

They rushed into the nearest apartment. David giving thanks that his cleaning lady was in today, because he was absolutely sure that he would not make to the next-door apartment. Pre-cum was dripping from his hardening cock. Natalie was awash in juices. It had been awhile since they had had sex and tonight was going to be a feast that both of them intended to savour.

Things started coming off in the elevator. Natalie's beautiful white panties fell to the floor. David's shirt was coming undone. Buttons on the blouse we popping open. Kisses were being plastered all over the place and David's hand had encroached into that very special place which those dropped panties had been covering. Natalie was thrusting herself on to his fingers and she was sure that the floor of the elevator would have to be mopped up. Her trimmed pussy would not be able to hold the drips that we coming from her ever so ready cunt. 

Finally, the elevator stopped and the door opened. David peeked down the hall to see if there was anyone there. There were none. The half stripped pair slipped across and down the hall to 1632. David opened the door. They slid in and finished the stripping. Hands were flying everywhere. They couldn't make it to the sofa. The throw rug looked good. The nice clean place was littered in moments with skirts, bras, hose, garter belts, pants, shirts, shorts, socks as two hot and sticky bodies thrashed on the floor between them. 

This wasn't making love. This was fucking. Fucking with ever-primitive passion that we human's possess. If they could have got farther into each other they would have. David's cock felt like it was in Natalie's uterus and she was loving it. Her ears, her nose, her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her pussy, her legs, knees and feet had all been kissed and licked. She was basking in sexual bliss. She had never ever been fucked like this. She was sure that she would never ever be fucked like this again, but she had hope because she had David. 




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David had been kissed and sucked all over. She gave a blowjob that would have made a Hoover look lame. His brain was trying to catch up to his cock and balls. He had a vision of a beautiful lady. Tall, slim with breasts that stood out proudly. Not big but those lovely pear shaped ones that move sensuously when she walked. 

Neither one of them knew how long and how many times they made love or fucked that night or that weekend. The love making just kept on going and going and going. When they weren't screwing they were talking, and when they weren't talking they were screwing. It was wonderful. Everything they did with each other pleased each other. They were meant for each other. They were a match, a team. a pair, a couple made in heaven. Yes, David was right. He didn't want a one-night stand, nor a weekend, but a lifetime, and that was just fine with Natalie.