0 comments/ 18365 views/ 3 favorites Sleeper By: slave_lacey He found her asleep. And naked. She lay sprawled on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely. Clothespins lay scattered on the floor next to her, a few lay discarded on her belly and on the couch between those incredibly long legs. There were two vibrators on the TV table next to her, one with ridges that was nearly as long as his forearm, and another, slightly smaller one, that increased in width from tip to base. One for each hole, he surmised. As he stepped closer, he spotted a third, this one simply a dildo, on the floor next to her outstretched hand. Since he knew she would never just fuck herself with a simple dildo (when she got close she lost muscle control and couldn't force it in and out) he assumed that she'd been sucking on this one. Forcing it down her slutty throat. If she didn't make such a beautiful sight, sprawled the way she was, he might have been angry. Using herself this way. Without his permission. As it was, he was a bit amused by the situation. She'd put herself into a pleasure-coma. He wondered how long it had taken her. She had trouble, quite a bit of trouble, reaching orgasm without his permission. She could get herself close, very close, but without his saying so, she merely hung there on the edge, unable to reach that maximum pleasure. For the first time he noticed that the television was on. The porn she had been watching had ended, and the opening screen was playing itself over and over. Pain sluts and Cum Whores was the all-too-engaging title, and flashes of girls pain-filled, cum-covered faces wracked in ecstasy rotated across the screen. That explained how she had been able to cum, at least. Towards the end of that particular film a Dom whipped his slut, finally commanding her to cum for him. His slut had the ability to imagine any man's voice as his own. She'd confessed to Him that she preferred it that way, that she preferred to hear every man's voice as His. It reminded her that she best not step out of line. His face hardened at that. She had stepped out of line, he thought. And no matter how much he enjoyed the sight of her, she would have to pay. *** She awoke slowly, her mind clearing. Then suddenly, snapped awake. She'd fallen asleep! She had to get up, put everything away, get dinner started before Master... Her thoughts stuttered to a halt. Her eyes were open, she knew they were, yet all she could see was pitch black. A power outage? She tried to push herself up, but her arms wouldn't move. As her mind started to race in panic, she recognized the feeling. There were ropes around her wrists, and her elbows. No way to move her arms. The blackness...not a blindfold, no, the darkness was too all-consuming for that. The mask. He'd put her in the mask. She started to move her lips, to call out to him, but there was none of it. Not the ball-gag. Not even the ring. A thick hollow tube had been inserted. Holding her mouth open, her throat unprotected. Anything could be inserted. That thought at least gave her some hope. If he wanted her throat open, there was a chance he would use her. Isolation was her worst fear, and he knew that. Maybe, just maybe, he hadn't been angry enough to put her there. "Ah, so my slut is awake, then?" His voice. Oh, thank God, his voice. She could sustain anything if she could only hear his voice. "Decided to play without me, my pet?" he drawled, and she whimpered. "Didn't expect me to find out?" He chuckled at that, and she felt a familiar brush against her leg. The whip. She closed her eyes tight. Oh, how she wanted to close her legs. He hadn't even started yet, but she could feel the bite of that whip against her most sensitive folds. He trailed it over her belly, and she shivered. "This is not your punishment, pet. Do not think I would let you off so easily. This...is merely my whim." And with those words, the whip fell, fast and hard, cracking at her right breast, the tip flicking across the nipple. "After all, you enjoyed yourself..." A second crack, this time across the left breast, and both were on fire. "I should get the same privilege." Flurries of whips, down her body and then back up. One final crack, well aimed, and the tip brushed her clit. Her body bowed in pain, pulling minutely at the ropes. Her body was on fire. If he could see her face, he would have seen the tears leaking down her face. That was, in fact, why he had placed her in the hood. Tears would invoke mercy, they always did, and he was in no mood to dispense any. He studied her body, smiled at the angry red welts that were already forming, and considered. There was no warning before the flogger smacked down, four times on the inside of each thigh. He traced it lovingly over her bald mound, slipping it between her swollen folds. It came away dripping. He sighed, loud enough for her to hear the agitation in the sound. Just like that, five fast flicks straight onto her clit. Her scream split the air. Her entire body shook and trembled. And the assault stopped. He moved towards the head of the bed and released his cock. He started to straddle her mouth, then thought better of it. "I would have you suck my cock now, slut, but you don't deserve that." Roughly, he reached down and shoved three fingers into her sopping cunt. He twisted cruelly until he had a handful of her cunt juices, then pulled out slowly, and began sliding his hand up and down his swollen cock. He studied her welts and listened to her whimpering softly as his hand moved faster. When he was done, he spurted his load all across her tits and belly, then reached out and squeezed them. "No, you don't deserve to drink my cum, bitch, not today anyway." She heard the door slam then, and her heart sank. Her body burned, in pain and in need. But there would be no relief. Not today. Sleeper I come out of your closet when I hear your breathing heavy and regular knowing you are asleep I stand at the foot of the bed watching you silently wearing my mask, dressed in black, invisible in the dark room I slide my hands into my pants and start stroking my growing cock in anticipation In anticipation of what is to come I have my rope I have my duct tape I have my blindfold after 30 minutes of watching you sleep, playing with my now rigid cock and listening to the sounds of the house that I have grown accustomed to, I slide Into your bed carefully and quietly you rustle in your sleep but do not wake up as I lay beside you my hands start lightly caressing your hair, you do not wake up I lightly cares your breasts, your nipples raise in arousal and a slight moan escapes your lips in your sleep you still do no wake up I put my hand on your inner thigh and slowly spread your legs apart, as usual you are sleeping nude and I can feel my hand pass by your trimmed pussy you still do not wake up but your legs are spread, your nipples still aroused I slowly pull down the bed covers to your knees, exposing your vulnerable spread eagle position I kneel between your legs and slowly breathe heavy moist air directly onto your pussy you still do not wake up I slowly and carefully place my warm wet tongue onto your pussy and lick your pussy lips lightly up then down, stopping to listen to your breathing and to the sounds of the house your breathing is still heavy, the house is still silent, no one is awake but me I continue to lick your wet mound, not lightly but not hard moans escape your lips but you still do not wake, I realize that your dream state must have been Influenced by my gentle licking and you must be dreaming of being pleasured I slowly and skillfully, spread your pussy lips exposing your glistening clit I place my tongue directly on it, my mouth surrounds it as I pull you into my mouth applying suction to further engorge your already enlarged clIt in my mouth my tongue swirls and flicks as I suck you completely in you are moaning more, your breathing laboured but you still sleep I work my tongue over and over your clIt as I suck, bringing you closer and closer to the brink your hips are writhing but yet you still sleep your body starts to shutter as my expert tongue continues Low guttural sounds escapes your lips as your hips raise, body shuttering you are Cumming yet you still sleep I feel more juices escaping your pussy as you cum hard in your sleep my tongue and mouth now full of your taste It is my turn In my mind I think to myself ...should I startle you awake? duct tape your mouth blindfold you, bind your wrists together behind your back, bind your ankles together ? make you get on your knees, hands bound behind your back, ass In the air, face forced downwards Into a pillow? then abuse your bottom causing you pain that no one can hear but me and you? then pull out my cock and fuck your ass and pussy hard from behind as I pull your hair hard? no one would hear you scream after all your mouth Is duct taped and I know your pussy would still be wet from me licking you to orgasm in your sleep I decide against that route tonight, I am not ready to escalate my deviant behavior Instead I pull out my hard cock and stand beside you as you sleep stroking my cock near your face as you sleep and dream I bring to my mind the vision of fucking you hard as you are bound and helpless with no way to resist me I stroke harder I stroke faster I bring to my mind the vision of binding you, gagging you and forcing you I stroke harder I stroke faster I bring to my mind making you my slave, kidnapping you, confining you, feeding you cock and fucking you endlessly whenever I want I want it often I want it hard I stroke harder I stroke faster I bring to my mind binding you and teaching you deep throat so I can fuck your face, make you my slave I cum hard I spray my load of hot white cum all through your long hair you still sleep I silently give you a soft kiss on your mouth as you sleep, then slip out of your room, out of your house and into the dark night laughing to myself, knowing what I just got away with, wondering what you will think In the morning waking up to find your hair all matted with the fruits of my devious labor I barely get one block away and I am hard again, hungry for you again, my appetite is large and I need to start planning for the next time where I might not be so gentle Sleeper On his way back into the building Vincent nods to Jeff, the security guard plowing his way through an over-filled sub, as if to say: hey, it's only me, as always this time of night, no need to extricate yourself from that mountain of beef and salami. As ever, the guard ignores or misinterprets the gesture. By the time he reaches the barrier the man is up - surprisingly fleet of foot for someone so portly and gray - waiting for Vincent to remove his jacket and put it through the metal detector along with his little box of Chinese takeout. Vincent sighs inwardly, thinking: Really? I'm a threat to this place? Employees as well as visitors have their belongings scanned at RCE Energy, ever since a disgruntled marketing exec passed comment concerning his being passed over for promotion by emptying a handgun into the third-floor photocopier. That photocopier had always been asking for it, though. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time. In recent years, though, there had been a rise in attempted invasions. Protestors, objecting to the Corporation's take on sustainable energy, running into the building armed with eggs, paint, other things not so pleasant. So Vincent doesn't make any comment to Jeff the security guard, just complies as usual. Vincent's not a security man, but he actually feels some sense of solidarity with the guy ever since the CEO came down to his office one night after hours, asking him to carry out a special intelligence project. "The major threat's not people throwing shit at our building, Vincent," the man had said. "This is the information age." Vincent had accepted the job, of course. The kudos of a personal visit from Mr Stanton had been far too much to turn down. His constant dedication and extensive record of overtime had finally been noticed, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity now. He probably wouldn't know what to do if he ever did find a mole, of course. Vincent's not in corporate intelligence - Stanton no longer trusts the folks in corporate intelligence - he's just a lonely soul who doesn't have a life, coming back to the office with a little box from Wong's, just long enough after everyone's gone home so they can't see he's a sad workaholic. Sad that he gets a little thrill when the elevator doors slide open to confirm that the 33rd floor is now empty. Sad that when he reaches the fake walnut door to his office, he's buzzed to have some time to himself to get ahead on his work. Sad that there's nothing for him at home but a dark little hole of an apartment. He twists the doorknob and does a dorky little 360 as he slips inside, easing the door shut so that the latch clicks, sealing him inside his quiet sanctuary of gray, black and chrome. When he turns around again, Cassandra Mayer is right there, lying there on his desk, waiting for him, without a stitch on. "Hi, Vincent." * Vincent drops his box of sweet-and-sour, eyes wide, jaw dropping to the floor. The shapely brunette is lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her long hair draped over a shoulder to hide her breasts, the only part of her that is in any way concealed. To say it's a shock would be putting it mild. He's never even seen the corporation's senior planning policy officer in casual clothes before, let alone stark naked, sprawling across his desk. And yet the very first wince of embarrassment that passes over his face is from realizing his beautiful, startlingly nude colleague just bore witness to his dorky little 360 as he entered the room. It takes a moment before it begins to sink in that his disturbingly bare colleague is lying on his desk, waiting for him to react. "C-C-Cassandra..." he stammers, wishing to the high heavens he could somehow channel Cary Grant just now. Just an ounce of cool, suave calm would be worth the world. Cassandra smiles as she traces a hand down the elegant curves of her body, from breasts to thighs, as though guiding his startled eyes to take in what he clearly can't quite believe is in front of him. The warm peachy glow of her skin is so out of place in the coldness of the office with its black leather, cool steel and stark white decor. God, he can even see a little smudge of dark hair pointing the way to the delights concealed between her thighs. "Why don't you close the door and come over here?" she says, seeming incredibly calm. He always thought she was pretty, but she'd always played it down. Frumpy suits, little if any make-up, glasses that did not make best use of the angles of her face. Right now, she's made up like a supermodel, dressed down to the maximum, there's no sign of any deficiencies in her eyesight. Vincent steps forward, gulping a huge lungful of air as a mix of emotions washes through him. The thrill of seeing Cassandra like that, so stunning against the sober backdrop of his office, offset by a sudden heart-stopping realization that she is the one he's been hunting. She is the mole. The air conditioning comes on with a cough and a grunt, breaking him out of his thoughts. "What's this about, Cassandra?" He tries to add a note of strength to his voice, if anything to counter the tremor he knows is in there. It's not an entirely successful attempt. He takes a couple of steps forward, involuntarily. Though he's a little horrified at what she's done, he's drawn by her beauty, can't resist. "It's about you, Vincent," she says, teasing a finger or two through her hair, then on down her breathtakingly flat stomach, pointing the way to the center of her womanhood. "It's about you, and me." He can detect the slight sweetness in the air from her perfume, even above the clinical corporate cleanliness of the office. His whole body is pulsating with desire, how could it not? His cock swelling inside his pants, as good as a devil sitting on his shoulder telling him to ignore the facts that have recently come to light in this case. "Come here," she says, tilting her hips and then with just a little movement, turning to lie on her front, revealing a glimpse of her pert derrière to him, as she gives him a come-hither flick of the fingers. He takes another couple of paces forward, and she smiles again with feigned innocence. As if to say, I'm just a silly girl who couldn't resist your charms, Vincent. But Vincent doesn't believe he has charms. What he does believe is that he has information that puts Cassandra at risk. "How did you find out I knew?" he asks her. He trembles a little, and tries to hide it. He'd be nervous at the best of times if ever a beautiful woman like this offered herself to him, but right now he's terrified someone will find them, assume this has been going on a while. He'd lose his job, his career. When all this came out, about Cassandra stealing secrets, they would assume he was in on the job. Maybe that's what all this is about. She's lying here on his desk, naked, like a siren to lure him in, to be smashed on the rocks. But what beauty. He's dazzled, a deer in the headlamps. He's not even thinking about resisting her, though he is wondering how far she will go before somebody leaps out of a closet with a camera, to gather evidence and trap him. "Never mind all that," she breathes, and reaches for his belt. He's a little surprised he's already within her grasp. Hardly noticed how close he'd gotten to her. Her hand touches down just below his buckle, and then sweeps over the hardness that's almost bursting out of his pants. "Mmm..." she coos, and looks up at him with mischief in her smile and fire in her big brown eyes. "You don't have to do this, Cassandra," he says softly, but he doesn't stop her unzipping his fly, reaching inside his pants to grab his rock-hard shaft, springing it free into the open air. "You want me to, though, don't you?" There's something obscene about his exposed cock clasped in her hand, just inches from her pretty face, her full lips, as though it's some kind of microphone and this is just another session of office karaoke. It seems so wrong, his own swollen member out in the open air, held by this oh-so attractive young woman. But she's not looking at it with revulsion - quite the opposite, in fact. She responds as though it is the finest delicacy. Then Cassandra, of all people, has his cock inside her mouth. Her eyes close in bliss, as her mouth sucks gently at the tip and her hand begins to squeeze his shaft, then slowly pump him. The heat encircling his cock is exquisite. Vincent is a little surprised that the person with a camera hasn't jumped out of the closet yet. He's more than a little surprised that someone as respectable as Cassandra Mayer, the youngest senior policy officer in the Department's history, has her lips around his engorged shaft. That she'd go this far just to stop him exposing her. She tilts her head, looks up at him as she withdraws the tip of his cock from her mouth, and then she's smiling broadly at him, as though this is the most wonderful thing in the world. She bites her lip and slowly pumps him a little, before her tongue emerges and she's licking him in long, sensual strokes, releasing little moans of pleasure apparently at what he is allowing her to do. She's exploring him, and he can see her feet gently rubbing against each other and against her calves, as she focusses on his pleasure. He just can't understand why she's doing this, why she's making it appear that she's enjoying this. She's the smartest person he knows - in their dealings, she's always a few thoughts ahead of everyone else, she's always the one with a grasp on the situation, and the best course of action. Why does Cassandra feel she needs to seduce him like this? Why does she think he's dangerous enough that she has to distract him with her body? He's in no position to object, however. She licks up from the base to the tip of his cock, then takes it back inside her mouth, her head bobbing down impaled by his hardness. She tucks a strand of her hair behind an ear, then presses forward, putting everything into the motion of her head sinking down his cock, time after time. Tentatively, a little unsure of where he should put his hands in such a situation, he touches her face, caresses her cheek, runs a hair through her dark, silky hair. He places his palms on her head as she continues the motion on his shaft, and it's almost as though he's taking control. Cassandra moans quietly in encouragement, and tilts her head up again to smile at him, accepting his touch, urging him on. Now he holds her more firmly, and she moans again, louder, encouraging him. He holds her head firm, and stirs his hips a little, and she's coaxing on further, so that he is now controlling the motion, the speed, the force of his swollen head inside her burning wet mouth. Vincent, bashful Vincent, shy and retiring Vincent, Vincent the corporate geek, is fucking the face of the most beautiful girl at the company. * Oh, he'd attracted the passing attentions of female colleagues before a couple of times, at Christmas parties gone by, or other celebrations or corporate outings. He wasn't an ugly guy. But he'd always found it somehow tacky, lacking class. He didn't want to be seen in that way by his colleagues. Cassandra is, and always was, on a whole other scale of temptation. Still, what a weak person he turned out to be. The pretty brunette now slips him out of her mouth, and she's reaching up, pulling his head down to kiss her lips. It seems like forever since he kissed anyone, in fact he can't even work out how many years it was since it last happened. But it feels natural with Cassandra, taking her lips inside his for the first time, touching his tongue gently inside her mouth as she responds a little more vigorously. "Why are you doing this?" he asks, snatching a moment for breath. "Why do you have to ask?" she replies, and she's looking into his eyes like some kind of starstruck teenager gazing at her idol. And damn, she's so naked. She swings her hips round on the desk, so she's sitting on the edge as she kisses him, her hands exploring his hard cock once again. Vincent finds himself looking down at her breasts in their full glory, nipples hard and pointing at him, and he can even see down between her thighs, see everything, right there in front of him. "I'm not... going to... tell anyone," he says between kisses. "I don't know... anything about... what you've been doing." She smiles again, "What I've been doing is trying to attract your attention, Vincent." He's a little surprised, doesn't know what to say. "You haven't a clue, have you?" she's amused by his lack of social skills, no doubt, the fact he finds women such a complete mystery. She pulls him close to her now, her legs brushing against his thighs as she tears at his belt, forcing his pants and underwear down to the floor. The air is cold on his bare behind, but the contact of her soft hands sprawling over his loins inspires enough heat to make up for that. Then she's using his cock to caress the soft flesh either side of her pussy, and he's forgotten all about the chill. She's using his erection like it's her own personal sex toy, stroking herself with it, running the tip along her moistened folds, grazing his cock against her clit. "I've been after you for a while, Vincent," she growls, "but you never seemed to notice me." "I was always told it wasn't polite to stare." With a little more nerve, he takes over the motion of his cock against her searing flesh now, and she lets him, and lies back along the desk. He continues the caressing action, gliding the purple head around her pussy lips, over her mound and that little sprinkling of soft down, then more firmly against her sensitive bud. She gasps a little at the contact with her clit, but he continues his teasing motion, even dipping his tip in between her lips, only not quite penetrating her. She says, "I thought the only way to break through might be some kind of bold move." Her pussy is seeping as he toys with her lips - it's clear she's aroused by him, or by this situation. "Risking your job, your career, just so I would notice?" he asked. "I think we're talking about two different things," she smiles. "The bold move I'm talking about is what you see before you right now. All that other stuff - well, that all began long before I noticed you, Vincent." It's the first time she's actually acknowledged that "all that other stuff" is true, that it's real, it's out there. That without saying it explicitly, his suspicions about her are correct. "You don't have to do this," he says, though his attraction is so intense now, the thought of stopping seems unbearable. "I'm not going to tell anyone about - " "Shh..." she touches his lips with her forefinger, gently stifling him. He wants to believe her, that her seduction is not merely an attempt to crudely derail his little investigation, but the coincidence is just a little too irresistible. It's too late to back out now, though, metaphorically or otherwise. His cock is already wet with her juices and throbbing with need for attention. If there's a photographer waiting in the wings, then so be it. He'd be a shipwrecked mariner the rest of his life, but at least he'd have the memory of being with this exquisite creature, even for the briefest of moments. He strokes her pussy lips with his hardness, moving in ever-decreasing circles towards the center of her heat, coating himself in her copious moisture, teasing her a little before he slowly inches forward, slipping his tip gently inside her. "Fuck me, Vincent," she says quietly, staring into his eyes wild unbridled lust. He's far beyond any doubt now, beyond the event horizon that would allow anything other than giving up to the irresistible forces driving him forward. She closes her eyes and gasps as he glides inside her, his massive erection piercing her, squeezing its way into the hot, slippery tightness he can feel trembling with desire. She gasps again as he fills her completely, the tip of his cock grazing against the centre of her sensitivity, deep inside. For a moment, just a heartbeat or two, he pauses to look at her, in awe at her beauty, those curves in all the right places, shapely breasts peaked by hard nipples, her pretty face the stuff of his dreams. Then just as slowly, he's slipping out again, almost completely, so that his burning hardness very nearly breaks contact with her, only his tip touches against her pussy lips. He smiles in sheer bliss, and she responds with her own smile, her eyes locked with his, that spark in her whole demeanor that makes him forget anything outside of their own connection. Then gently but firmly, he places his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he begins a slow thrusting, circling his hips to slide his cock in between her slick folds, easing into a rhythm deep inside her heat. Her head turns to the side, eyes closing again as he begins a steady pumping into her, her mouth opening to suck in air as the energy threatens to overload her system. "Oh God..." she moans. "Oh, Vincent..." One of her arms cradles her head, and she's running her hand through her silky hair as he thrusts into her, massaging her head as if to cope with the sensations flowing through her. His own need drives him on now, to accelerate his pace, penetrating her with growing force. She looks up at him with another powerfully bright smile, to encourage him and simultaneously inspire him. He responds by upping his pace, and her expression transforms into one of almost aggression, a silent growl in reaction to his power and stir him on to continue as forcefully as he dares. Urgently, now, ordering him: "Fuck me, Vincent. Fuck me." Her whole body is shaking, pulsating, shuddering as he ploughs into her, and her moans turn to gasps as she lies back, eyes closing again to cope with the explosions of ecstacy rippling through her body. She's so wet, he can be as violent as his fitness will allow with his lunges inside her, pounding her flesh, each thrust its own dramatic collision. Her hands sweep over her body to end up closing over her breasts, coaxing them and teasing her nipples to draw out their own passionate song as he continues to fuck her. He feels himself approaching the final peak of his endurance, but eases his rhythm a little to sustain it a little longer. As if to make up for the slowing pace, he moves his hands from her hips to trace over her contours, one ending up caressing her soft, slippery flesh around her pussy and his own rigid shaft plunging into her. His palm comes to a halt directly over her most sensitive button, and the pretty brunette is almost singing in response to the exquisite sensation of this new pressure on her clit. Continuing his new slower grinding action of his burning cock inside her, Vincent presses down on her, his strong hand applying growing force to her little bud, until he's almost using her clit to support the weight of his body while he fucks her. Echoing the rhythm of her own hands caressing her breasts, he gently stirs his soft palm against her clit while he continues to grind his hardness against the sensitive wetness of her vagina, and her elevated gasps and moans only drive him on until he's virtually crushing her little button with the heel of his hand. She pulls herself up onto her elbows, and she has a wry smile that suddenly shocks Vincent into thinking this must be it: the game is up. She's going to call out the man with the camera to capture all this for posterity and the law courts. It's all over. But she only bites her lip, still wanting more from him, and he sees she just wants to switch to a different position. Her feet drop down over the edge of the desk, and his cock slips out of her as she pulls herself up, standing to kiss his lips before flashing him another dazzling smile. Sleeper Cassandra turns, and leans out over the desk, presenting her delectable rear to him now, waiting for him to take control. There's a moment where Vincent pauses, finding himself again astonished at just how sexy Cassandra can be, this brunette from his own department. In just a few short moments she has revealed to him just how staid and pathetic his love life has been. He's never had a girl offer herself like this before. He's never fucked someone from behind. Even at his age. With one hand on her hip, he eases forward and grips his shaft, then strokes his sensitive tip around her pussy again, seeking out her wetness and the perfect angle to glide inside her. He pushes forward, the tip of his cock nudging aside her pussy lips to gain entry. Cassandra closes her eyes as he fills her, and presses herself flat against the desk, her hands clutching at the edges of the wood to support herself, as he buries his impressive hardness up to the hilt. A hand on each of her hips, Vincent withdraws, until only the very tip is still inside her - then he squeezes his hips and surges forward again, forcefully enough to cause her to exhale quite suddenly in response. "Oh Vincent," she moans, "you have the most wonderful cock." He smiles, then pulls out once again, upping the force a notch to pound into her tight pussy. He's never done it this way before, but it feels natural, feels right. It makes him feel strong, in touch with his masculine side in the most primordial way. He's suddenly the king of beasts, subjugating the most beautiful female in his pride. "Oh my God, oh my God, Oh, Vincent..." She's gasping for breath, doing her best to cling on to the desk as he pumps his rock-hard organ inside her. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she implores him, and it's not long before her beautiful soprano voice is ringing out in blissful melody as he rides her over the top, the energy feeling like a stampede of horses swooping over a mountain pass, and he manages to just about stay in control to time his own peak as she soars over hers, before he's releasing his hot seed deep inside her. * When he slows to a halt, breathless, his entire being pulsating with the ultimate high, he opens his eyes to find her gazing back at him in pure wonderment, her mouth open, eyes wide in unconcealed astonishment, the corners of her lips squeezing upwards in a smile. "Where have you been all my life?" she says, turning to him now as he pulls up his pants to refasten his belt. She leans into him, and kisses him, but he breaks away, saying: "What does this all mean, Cassandra?" Cassandra, earnest, says, "It means I want to be with you, Vincent. That's all." He breathes in her scent, feeling his heart strings tugging, even as the warm energy from their lovemaking continues to flow around his body. "Is this all just to buy my silence?" he asks, his pulse quickening. It's been so very long since he's been with a woman. He'd forgotten that in relationships, no matter how short, the wonderful highs were generally balanced out by devastating, exhausting lows. His years of casual celibacy might not have given him the pleasures he might have found with a partner or series of partners, but they have spared him the painful side. Now, after the unbelievable high from being with Cassandra, he's facing the prospect of unfathomable pain that this brief taste will be his only taste, even though she has him addicted. "It's to buy your affection, Vincent," she says, now ducking behind the desk to retrieve her clothes. "Is that so bad?" "My affection?" Cassandra smiles, and steps into a pair of little black lace panties, draws them up her slender thighs. She says. "I want you, Vincent. I want to be with you, I want to share my body, my thoughts, my secrets. I've had a crush on you for two years - ever since I first saw you stand up in a meeting and say the Corporation needed to change how it operates." Vincent breathes in, and she's waiting for his response. Her nipples are hard, perhaps only from the cool air, but it sends another tingle through his loins. He's not going to give her an easy way out just yet, though. "As for tonight, well, yes. I did realize you were on to me," she takes a deep breath. "I was worried you were going to tip Stanton off." Vincent gives a slight nod of disappointment, thinking it's confirmation she's just using him. But he allows her to go on. She says, insisting, "I didn't come here to force you to keep quiet, Vincent. I came here because it was my last chance to win you over, to get you for myself. Leaving it any longer and it would have been too late. You would have been hunting a mole, and I'd only ever be a target for you." Vincent stands like a statue. Her eyes flicker over his face, trying to read him. Trying to work out whether her final appeal has worked. After a long moment-and-a-half, he says: "Two years, huh?" And he smiles. "You ever thought to just ask me out for a drink after work?" Cassandra throws a shoe at him. As she finishes dressing, she scorns him for the times she did ask him out for a drink after work, and each time he had assumed it was a work thing, and invited everybody else in the department along too. He says, "So, you want to grab that long-awaited drink now? We could talk about all this - properly." "That would be lovely," she says, offering him that heart-meltingly beautiful smile that he knows, ultimately, could get him to do absolutely anything in this world for her. She traces her finger over his lips, but he can't quite tell what she's thinking. He says: "You are... recruiting me, aren't you? I mean, I really want to pursue this whole crush thing of yours, but..." The dazzling brunette kisses his lips, and says: "Not recruiting, Vincent, seducing. There is a difference. I just want to date you, you don't have to do anything at work you wouldn't have otherwise..." "Apart from quietly fail to find a mole in the company." "I promise to make it worth your while," she kisses him again. "You can tie me up and interrogate me if you like, probe me for answers." He says, "You haven't even told me what all this is about - who you're working for." She nods, says: "I'm working for the good guys, Vincent, you don't need to worry about that. The guys that want clean air for people to breathe, unpolluted water for people to drink." Vincent feels something akin to relief wash over him. What had he been fearing, that she was a Russian spy like that other pretty brunette, Anna Chapman? An environmentalist - that wasn't so bad. Much better than a simply case of corporate espionage, too, in his eyes. She was doing it for a reason other than money, after all. She looks at him, and he can see her eyes skirting about, trying to read him again. He says: "Tell me you're not going to start climbing up the company's smoke stacks or chaining yourself to a power plant front gate, making me look like an idiot for not finding our mole?" "We're not doing that kind of thing so much these days. It's all about embedded activism these days." "Embedded activism?" "We fund bright, motivated young supporters through college, get them the best possible corporate qualifications, and help them avoid any possible links with environmentalists," she explained. "Then we feed them into key corporations." "Changing things from inside." She nods, but says: "We can talk later, where it's safer. We shouldn't leave together right now. Do you might staying a little while?" "I was planning on it," he says, a veritable cocktail of emotions running through him now, teetering on the edge between the sheer thrill of a new relationship with this stunning brunette, and the fear that he was entering a new and dangerous world, undermining the corporation that had been his home for so long. "Come out of the building in half an hour. I'll be waiting in the Starbucks down by the Metro station." "Do you mind that I'll be driving?" he jokes. She offers him a mock-stern look, saying: "I think we'll have to talk about that SUV of yours, Mister." "You can give me some transport advice over dinner," he says. "Sure," Cassandra kisses his lips again, and then she withdraws, heading over to the door. "But if you're going to use me as a consultant, you'll have to compensate me." "Compensate you?" "I'm sure we can agree terms once you've got me home and in your bed." Vincent feels a tingle between his thighs, things stirring even this soon after orgasm. Wow. This gorgeous girl wants him to take her home to his bed. His head spun, dizzy with thoughts of devouring this exquisite creature. Parting her thighs and burying his face in her sweet, wet pussy. Then she says, seriously now: "We shouldn't be seen too much together, Vincent. Not at work." "Of course. No more than normal, at any rate." "Then I'll say à bientôt, Vincent," she says, a sparkle in her eye, and then she's gone. For half an hour, Vincent sits alone at his desk, just like any other night in the office. He breathes deeply, trying to keep calm. Even tries to get a little work done, as he might normally have done of an evening. The stainless steel clock on the wall ticks steadily, monotonously, calmly, counting out the seconds until he can begin his new life. Sleeper Ch. 02 Sometime in the next few hours she fell into a restless sleep. He hadn't come back into the room the entire time, and her mind kept straying to where he was, and what his plan was for her now. He had told her that this wasn't her punishment, only his pleasure. She dreamed of him. Of him coming into the room, removing the mask and kissing her tenderly. He wiped down her body with a soft warm cloth, cleaning away his semen and the red welts that covered her body. He undid her restraints and lifted her carefully into his arms. The dream faded away into warmth and pure light. When she awoke she was in a different room, but the mask was gone. Groggily, she tried to look around, to move, but once again she was bound. She lay on her belly, her ass lifted into the air and her legs bent at the knee and spread. Her tits hung through holes in the board she lay on, she felt the slight pull of their weight. Her head was held in place by a chin-strap, and her mouth held open, this time with an O-ring. She closed her eyes, wishing this to be a dream. She knew the room, knew the device she was attached to. This was Master's chamber, the room designed purely for punishment, for anything he desired to do to her. "Ah...good." Master walked around so that he stood in front of her. "The selfish bitch is awake." She shuddered. More than his words, the slur in his voice terrified her. He'd been drinking. Quite a bit if she was judging correctly. He was never quite as careful when he'd been drinking, and his ideas tended to lean more towards breaking her. Her limits, her spirit. "Scared?" He laughed. "You should be. I've been very tolerant with you, lately. When the laundry wasn't done last week...when dinner wasn't ready...when you had a head-ache the other morning..." He backhanded her across the face. "You forget why you exist, little girl. To please me. Your pleasure, your desires, they come second." She closed her eyes tight. She had messed up lately, she knew. Some had been to test him, to see if he was weakened by the feelings she knew he had for her. And some had been, she knew, because she wanted him to correct her. She wanted him to take control of her once more, and not just let her drift. But she may have pushed him too far. He sighed and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled hard so that her neck arched back. "You'll remember when we're done here today." He promised, with menace in his voice. "I've been drinking a bit while you were sleeping," he said as he slid his hard cock through the O-ring and into her mouth. She tried to suck at him, and he yanked harder on her hair and pushed in deeper until he felt the back of her throat against the head of his cock. "Lesson one," he said, and began to piss. She choked and gagged for a moment, she was so unprepared. Her stomach roiled even as she began to slurp at his golden juice, drinking it down. He shoved in a bit deeper so it flowed readily down her throat, and she struggled not to gag again, concentrating on relaxing her throat muscles for him. He pulled out before he was fully done and sprayed the remainder on her face, in her hair. She closed her eyes tight against the onslaught, and only opened them again when she felt his cock slap against her cheeks. He grinned down at her. "Now that's a pretty whore. A nice little piss-slut." He picked up a pair of underwear from the floor beneath her face that had caught whatever droplets that had missed her, and used them to mop up her face. Then, without warning, stuffed the underwear into her mouth. "Now, I don't want you to think this is all about me, my little whore. Since it's so obvious how much you enjoy your movies," he pushed a button on a side-panel and a flat-screen TV lowered from the ceiling, "I'm going to let you watch some while I prepare here." He hit another button, and the movie filled the screen. She was surprised for a moment. There had to be some hidden agenda here. And then she saw. It was Master on the screen. Master and someone who wasn't her. The girl kneeled beside him on a leash while they walked through what appeared to be a park. She saw other couples in the background, and knew it was the private park that belonged to one of their friends. Master paused and turned to the young slave, and she bounced around, licking her lips and nuzzling at his crotch. She closed her eyes, trying to block out what she was about to see, and was rewarded with a quick CRACK of the whip across her shoulder blades. She hadn't even seen him go for it. "You will watch, Lacey," Master growled. "You may actually learn something." Lacey shuddered but opened her eyes. On the screen before her, Master had pulled out his magnificent cock, and the young slave was practically panting. On Master's signal, she moved in and wrapped her lips around his cock, then held herself still as he began to fuck her throat. Passersby merely glanced at them as they walked their own slaves. She knew when he began to cum, watched the slave's throat convulse as she swallowed feverishly. Lacey's heart ached as she watched Master pet his slave on screen, and leaned down to kiss her softly, praising her before they began to walk again. Another scene flashed onto the screen, a different slave, this one a petite blonde. This one was tethered to a wall along a line of urinals. No one else was in the restroom yet, but she sat eagerly, mouth open and head tipped back, welcoming anything that may be inserted. Master stepped up to her, and she smiled and opened her mouth wider. The golden stream missed at first as Master painted the blonde's face, and then began to fill her open mouth. She let it pool until her mouth was nearly brimming, then closed her mouth for only a second as he swallowed. Other men entered the room and began pissing unceremoniously on the little blonde, some aiming for her mouth, others merely coating her young lithe body. When all bladders had been emptied, Master reached back and undid the chain that held her to the wall, and pointed to the floor. With an eager smile, the blonde bent down and began licking up whatever had fallen to the floor. As she was doing this, Master pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid into her unprepared ass. The blonde faltered in her licking, but only for a moment, her eyes closing in pain. Then, as Master began to slide in and out of her tight ass, she returned to her task, not stopping until the floor was clean. As soon as she stopped, Master pulled out of her ass and moved around until he stood in front of her. She opened her mouth hungrily and took his cock, that had just been buried in her ass, deep into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, shoving her face down on him until he was balls deep in her throat. She did not choke, did not even gag, as she continued to force her head down on his cock. Tears were sliding down Lacey's cheeks. He had cared for these slaves, she could see it in his eyes, in the tenderness he showed them after they had finished him. He looked at them as he sometimes looked at her. Another scene was beginning on the screen, but she was distracted by a feeling behind her. Master's finger was sliding around her tight asshole, probing it gently, and she recognized the feeling as he gently lubed her ass. At least he was not planning on raping it, as he had to the tiny blonde. There was some relief in that. Then all relief faded away as she felt the tip of the hose being inserted and clamped into place. CRACK. Another swift strike of the whip, across her thighs this time. "Pay attention, bitch." She struggled to comply, even as he reached underneath her and placed a biting clamp onto her swollen clit. She cried out softly behind the gag, and tried to blink back the tears, even as her body bowed in objection to the sharp metal teeth biting into her most sensitive nub. She struggled to focus on the screen as a third scene unfolded. The slave from the first scene was back, and Master was fucking her. Softly, tenderly, in the bed that Lacey shared with Him now. There was definite feeling between the two of them, and Master stopped slowly and lowered himself until his mouth rested above the slaves cunt. He nuzzled her, tasting her, his tongue laving up all of her juices. He brought her to a shuddering climax, and then another. Slid up her body and kissed her lovingly before he entered her again. This was the most painful scene yet to watch. This woman was no slave to Master. They cared for one another. Master was tying rope around the base of her tits. She grimaced as he laced them tight, pulling at the rope until she was sure her poor breasts would be purple and engorged before long. Lacey's body bowed again in pain as another biting clamp was attached to her left nipple, then her right. Master tightened them until there was a constant pressure, until the pain nearly brought a scream from behind the gag. Then, horrifyingly, she felt him begin to add weights to the clamps. Her breasts ached enormously, she felt them swelling even as the clamps and weights pulled them down. A fourth scene began, and she fought to focus on it. She needed to endure this torture, both physical and emotional, to please her Master. He had to know she was willing to please him. But the fourth scene blurred before her eyes as she heard a low hissssssssssss and her ass began to fill with warm, soapy water. The pressure seemed never-ending as it continued to fill her, making her muscles spasm and contract. She squirmed in her bindings, and received the more hits from the whip. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. "None of that, cunt. You'll take your punishment, and thank me for it later." Still, he seemed to consider. "Maybe it's too much pain, not enough pleasure to even it out?" He wondered aloud. Before she knew it, there was a huge pressure at the entrance to her cunt. It felt larger than anything she had ever taken before, larger than Master's fist. He was twisting it in, pushing hard. Her cunt rebelled, trying to push it out. She was too full already. She couldn't take anymore. CRACK. "Relax, you stupid cock-whore!" The thing was pushing in harder, and in terror she realized that he was hammering it into her stretched and aching cunt. When he was satisfied that it was deep enough into her cunt, he stopped, and patted her lightly on the ass. Tears were streaming down her face, and low, keening sobs came from behind the gag. She was fuller than she had ever been, stretched to the breaking point with no preparation, no relief. He moved in front of her now and pulled the urine-soaked panties out of her mouth, used them to mop up her tears. She continued to sob uncontrollably, and he softly tsk-tsk'd her as he shook his head. Turning, he grabbed a large dildo off of a shelf and worked it into her mouth and halfway down her throat while she gagged and choked. It managed to effectively quiet her sobbing, and he nodded. "Good girl. Never quite happy until you've got a cock in your mouth, are you?" Whistling, he walked behind her and checked the now empty enema bag. Then he took a small vibrator and attached it to the clit clamp. Turned it on high. "Now you just enjoy for a few moments." He told her, and patted her on the head. "I have a few things to do." He pulled on the weights hanging from her nipples and set them swinging, then, whistling, walked out of the room. Sleeper Train The first view I ever got of Tingting was my favourite one; a hundred and eighty degrees straight down her top. I was standing with one foot on each of the top two bunk beds in the trains cabin, trying to make our back-packs fit into the luggage rack when she put one foot inside the room, peering at her ticket to see if she was in the right place. Her top, while not indecent when viewed from a more normal angel, allowed me to see clearly between her two large breasts, and even down to her belly button. For a moment, I got a glimpse of heaven, and then she decided she was indeed in the right place and started to dump her bags on the bunk bed, breaking my view in the process. Following behind her was her friend, of whom I could see little, except the fact that her typically Chinese long black hair had been dyed slightly red, and that she was a lot smaller than her friend. As they settled down on to the left-hand bed, I gestured for them to pass up their cases to me. As usual for women, their cases were about twice as large and three times as heavy as ours, and I nearly slipped and broke my leg pulling them up. By the time I had rearranged the rack so that everything fit neatly, Lewis had already started to make friends with the two girls. Since he was over six foot and there was not much space on the bunk beds he was forced to lean forwards towards the girls, and he was trying to communicate with simple English and the odd Chinese word he'd picked up. In terms of actual information being transmitted, he was a complete failure, but his big smile and infectious laugh seemed to be already endearing him to the skinny girl; the fatter one if anything seemed a little unsure of what to make of him, maybe even a little nervous. I wondered if she had ever met a black man before. I'd only met Lewis a couple of days before, at the train station where we were both trying to buy tickets to Beijing. He had a teaching job starting in a few days in some small town in the north of China somewhere, and I was taking a short holiday. After being made redundant from one company, I had quickly found a new job, but one which didn't start until the new year, and so had decided to blow some of the compensation on seeing something of the world. Both of us had been trying to buy train tickets for Beijing, a process which had been much complicated by the fact that no-one in the ticket office spoke English and all the tickets for that day and the next had been sold out. As we'd ended up buying the tickets together at the same window, we'd ended up in the same cabin. Actually, as I watched him talk to the girls, I marvelled at how quickly Lewis could become friends with anyone, whether they spoke his language or not. He was encouraging the two girls to touch his dreadlocks, something they had never seen before. His huge laugh boomed out completely covering the two girls' soft giggles. By this time the train was pulling out of Chengdu station. The newer high-speed trains would do the trip to Beijing in about ten hours, but we hadn't managed to get tickets for one of those. As it was the train would take nearly twenty-four hours to arrive. It was eight in the morning, and the four of us would have a whole day and night together in the small cabin. The scarcity of tickets, meant we had been forced to buy the first class tickets, which meant that while the cabin was still cramped, we had a little bit more space than in the ordinary carriages, in which the bunk beds were piled three high instead of two, and our section had a door which could be closed, for a little privacy. After seeing our new travelling companions though, I suddenly felt glad we'd had to pay the extra. I climbed down from the top bunk and sat next to Lewis on the bottom one. The two girls smiled at me and I introduced myself: "Hi, I'm Roger". "Ro-ger" the fatter girl echoed, trying to get her mouth around the unfamiliar syllables. "Where...", she thought for a second, then finished "...you from?". "I am from England", I told her slowly and she seemed delighted that she had both been understood and understood the answer. "How old are you?" she asked more confidently. "I'm thirty-six" I replied. "How...no...why...", she stopped and started a discussion in Chinese with her friend about how to say what she wanted. Occasionally there would be an English word, but none of them seemed to satisfy the two girls, and I was completely bewildered as to what they wanted to communicate. Eventually the room settled into uncomfortable silence. At this point, Lewis got out his iPad and started to show them pictures he'd taken at the panda reserve a few days ago. The girls cooed over the pandas and panda babies and the communication difficulties were forgotten for a good fifteen minutes. After we tried to play cards together; the girls attempting to introduce a game which they couldn't explain except by playing open hand after open hand. Whenever we thought we'd got the basics down we would lay a card only to be told "No, no, no can't. This one" and to have another card taken out of our hand, or else one of the girls would lay a card and triumphantly announce that she'd won, though we were never quite sure why. Our confusion didn't matter much, the ice was being broken and everyone was laughing a lot. While we played the girls ate endless sun-flower seeds, cracking them between their teeth and then spitting the shells out into a bag. The two girls also made an odd couple. Tingting was fat by Chinese standards, though by no means obese; she had breasts that were so large that they seemed to stretch out her sweater and made it seem ill-fitting. She was curvy, although her ass was large, her waist was much thinner and this gave her a pleasing hour-glass figure. She had a round red face, especially when she blushed, which often happened as she made another failed attempt to communicate. She had one long braided pony-tail which reached all the way down to the start of her legs and which she had to be careful not to sit on. On the other hand, her friend Mei was incredibly skinny, and her ribs could be seen through the midriff between her top and short skirt. Although the girls were probably about the same height, Mei wore the most enormous high-heels, which made her look much taller. She also wore, cheap plastic hipster-style glasses, with no glass in the frames. This was obviously some stupid current youth trend, and I thought it looked ridiculous, but even so, I had to admit she was immensely cute. The differences between the two girls was highlighted by the fact that Tingting had chosen to wear warm clothes, it would be wintry once we arrived in Beijing, however Mei was dressed for the still very pleasant weather in the south, with denim shorts and a low cut top. The day wore on. We played cards some more, then spent some time looking at the scenery going by. We were in the mountainous regions of China and we passed lakes and rivers, as well as many obviously quite poor villages. It was a world away from the large industrial city we had just spent the last week in. Lewis and I didn't eat lunch, we'd had an extra large breakfast at Pizza Hut before we had got on the train; while we were both generally enjoying the Chinese food, we were wary that out stomach weren't yet used to it and having food-poisoning on an overnight train would be no fun at all. The girls however disappeared off and returned with two cardboard bowls full of instant noodles. Lewis asked to try some and Mei ended up playfully feeding him with the plastic fork. After eating the girls decided to have a sleep, Lewis played a game on his iPad and I read the guide book I had brought with me and started to decide where was worth seeing in Beijing. After waking up Mei showed great interest in the game Lewis was playing, so they played together for a while. Tingting slept more, but eventually was woken up by a phone call, after talking on the phone for what seemed like an age, she thrust the phone Lewis' hand and said "My sister. Say Hello". Lewis, as graciously as he could, said hello and then gave me the phone. I said hello as well, but at the other end of the line there was just a lot of giggling. Eventually a female voice very quickly said "Hello. Please to meet you" and then hung up. Tingting looked at me apologetically and said "Sorry, she shy". Now the phone in my hand was disconnected, I could see the wallpaper was a picture of Tingting with her arms around a lanky young Chinese boy with a rather ineffectual thin moustache. "Your boyfriend?" I asked. Tingting thought for a moment and then said "Yesterday boyfriend. Today no boyfriend". She rather theatrically mimed crying with both hands, but, in truth, didn't look that upset. Lewis seized this opportunity "What about you, Mei, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked. Tingting replied for her. "No, Mei not have A boyfriend, have many many boyfriend". Mei looked shocked for a moment and then hit her friend playfully. The two girls collapsed on the bed, laughing and arguing in Mandarin. By now it was getting dark. Mei had her laptop with her, so she set it on the small table between the beds and we watched a Hong Kong kung-fu movie. Luckily we were eventually able to find English subtitles; it wasn't very good, but it helped to pass the time. For dinner we invited the girls to the dinning car and ate some terrible, overpriced food together. After finishing we had some warm, overpriced beer and continued to chat in our confused, broken way, which was only slightly helped when Lewis dug out a Chinese-English dictionary he had on his iPad. In the space of an hour we manage to establish that the two girls were business students, both from Sichuan, but studying in some town we had never heard of that was about an hour away from Beijing, and were going to graduate next summer and we told them a little about ourselves and where we had been in China. Eventually the staff in the buffet car indicated that it was closing, and we returned to our cabin. Shortly after the lights went out and we all decided to go to bed. Lewis had the bottom bunk on the right and I was above him, and Mei had the bottom bunk on the left and Tingting was above her. It was still only about eleven o'clock, so I got my MP3 player out and listened to music for an hour with my eyes closed before deciding to try to sleep. This wasn't easy given the bumpiness, which seemed to be amplified by being on a top bunk built from a wobbly frame. It also didn't help that the beds were obviously designed for someone who was both shorter and thinner than me and I had to rest my feet on the Tingting's suitcase on the luggage rack. Nonetheless I eventually managed to doze off for a while. When I awoke the train had stopped moving; from where I was sleeping I couldn't see if we had come into a station or if we were waiting in a siding to allow another more important train to overtake us. Though still dark, there was some light coming into the cabin from the window. I could hear the two girls on the other side having a whispered, but intense conversation. I couldn't understand what they were saying obviously, but I got the impression that Mei was suggesting something, and Tingting was refusing. Whatever it was, it seemed simultaneously funny and urgent, they were both trying not to giggle. I continued listening to them for about ten minutes, my eyes still closed. Eventually the girls conversation seemed to reach a conclusion; my best guess was that Mei had somehow won. I heard her get out of bed and move over to Lewis' bed. Lewis had been snoring gently, but he woke up suddenly with a 'huh'. From beneath me, I heard Mei make a 'sshh' sound. There was the sound of rustling clothing followed after a minute or two by the sound of a zip coming down. At this point the train suddenly shuddered, and slowly started to move again. As it picked up speed it became more difficult to hear what was happening below. Without thinking I opened my eyes and rolled onto my side; at this point I could see Tingting herself was sitting up, having to hug her knees to avoid hitting the roof, and watching what was happening below. She immediately saw I was awake, and for a moment turned away embarrassed. After a second, she looked back at me; I smiles, she smiled, and we both looked down at what was happening below. Mei was sitting on Lewis chest. For a moment, I though they were already having sex with her riding him cow-girl style, however I soon realized that firstly she was sitting a little too high up for that, secondly they weren't moving with any kind of rhythm and finally that she still had her shorts on. She was rubbing her hands over Lewis' hairy chest, and every so often leaning forward and kissing him. In one movement she lifted her top off over her head, threw it on the other bunk and pulled Lewis' hands up to fondle her chest. In truth she didn't have much of a bust, but I still found it intensely erotic. I found my cock stiffening in my underpants, as I watched. Mei was now reaching behind with one hand behind herself. I couldn't really see well in the low light; now that the train was moving the light came and went at one second intervals, but I could see from her movement and from Lewis' face that she was doing something stimulating with his cock. We went over a unusually sharp bump and this caused me to I look up at Tingting. I saw that she wasn't watching the couple below any more, but instead was looking across at me. I suddenly realized that my erection could be clearly seen through my shorts, as I'd turned my body slightly my crotch was no longer covered by the blanket, and Tingting had obviously seen this. This time when our gazes met, she didn't look away. She looked in to my eyes and then back at my crotch. Down below, Mei was pulling off her shorts and panties. This was not easy, given there was limited space between the top and bottom bunks and Lewis was already taking up a lot of it. Eventually she got them off and again threw them on the bottom bunk. She manoeuvred round so she was sitting on Lewis' chest backwards, leaned down and began to suck his cock. Her black hair in the darkness made it difficult to see what was happening, though I did get a good look at her ass, which like her boobs were practically non-existent. There seriously was not an inch of spare flesh anywhere on the girl. The loud sucking sounds being made were clearly audible, even with the train moving at high speed. I wondered exactly what time it was and hoped the people in the next cabin were soundly asleep. I looked over at Tingting, and a second later our gazed met again. I was pretty sure she wanted me, but I wasn't sure how to proceed. The two top beds were cramped up against the ceiling, and would be hardly suitable for making love. If we were closer together I could gently touch her arm or knee and wait to see if there was a response, but it would be hard with the half-a-meter gap between the two beds to do that in a casual way. I also sensed that she would be unlikely to make the first move. What I did next was an embarrassing, but it was all I could think of. Breaking her gaze, I looked down at my erection, then back at her, and when I was sure she was looking, I lay on my back, lifted my legs up and slipped my underwear off, so my cock was exposed. Looking back at her I made sure she had not turned away. Now I rested one hand on my dick, and gently made one stroking movement, without breaking eye contact with her. With my other hand, the one closest, to her I reached out across the gap and put it on top of the clothing covering her chest. Immediately both of her hands came up and held mine, and then slipped it inside the sweater so it was now holding part of that large breast. As she did this she gave the quietest, sharpest intake of breath. For a moment, we both lay there, neither sure what to do next. The impasse was broken by a voice down below. Mei had obviously finished the blow job she was giving and, after spitting something out on the floor, asked Tingting something. I knew enough Chinese to know that, whatever the question was, Tingting replied positively. Mei reached over to her handbag and, after rummaging around, through something up at Tingting. It landed on her belly, just below where my hand was. She took it and pressed it into my hand; a condom in its packet. Mei was opening another packet down below, leaning over Lewis and slipping the protective down over his shaft. It seemed to take a while, but eventually she was satisfied. She straddled him and slowly brought herself down on his cock. She sat there for a second, shifting her weight from side to side. Once she started to move, it was more horizontally, back and forward across his chest, rather than the more usual up and down motion. The confined space of the bunk made other movement difficult and her riding was a strange mix of crazy passion and enforced silence. She asked Tingting another question, and again Tingting said yes. The fatter girl got down from the bunk and, taking the clothes that were on Mei's empty bed, put them on the upper bunk. Having done this she reached up, and taking my hand, gently pulled me forward and I got down from the top bunk. As I got down, I exchanged looks with Lewis, who gave me a huge smile, the petite Chinese girl grinding on top of him without pause. There didn't seem to be a need to say much. Standing in the gap between the two bunks, Tingting started to take off her clothes. Unlike Mei who seemed to be able to disrobe in seconds, her warmer clothing made this a complicated process, especially in the dark and cramped space. I stood there, shirt still on, but naked from the waist down. I felt embarrassed being so close to the couple fucking in the bed besides me; indeed several times as she moved, Mei's buttocks rubbed against my elbows. After what felt like an age, Tingting was finally naked and she moved me towards the empty bed. We sat at first, and gently I kissed her on the lips. We parted for a second and I putting my hands around her, I again drew closer for another kiss. This time she opened her mouth and our tongues touched. My other hand moved up to cup her breast and we slowly touched and caressed each others bodies. For a moment, I think, we both forgot the other couple grinding next to us. After a few minutes of foreplay, I started to move my hand lower and lower, then across her slightly parted thighs and then up again. Happily I discovered that she was wet and ready and I gently pushed her back onto the bunk and separating her legs, stroked between them. I could feel that she was mainly smooth with just a small tuft of hair at the top of her sex. The moment was spoiled slightly while I had to feel around in the darkness for the condom which I had put down on the bed while we kissed, but eventually I found it. The condom was a Chinese brand and seemed tight and difficult to put on. Having finally got it on, I leaned forwards and rested the tip of my penis at the entrance to her hole. While the slightest of pressure, my dick started to slide in, slowly at first, but, after pausing for a second to check she was okay, I applied a little more pressure and the whole of my shaft was engulfed. She was obviously not a virgin. For a moment I had been worried that she might be, maybe naively as here she was, fucking a stranger on a train. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp as she was penetrated. We started to make love slowly. The bed was not really designed for it though and she had to put one leg down on the floor so I could fit comfortably within her. Unlike Mei, she was obviously a passive lover; she looked in my eyes and kissed me, but she didn't attempt to take any kind of control. She seemed to be enjoying it, even though she was quiet. Sleeper Train We fucked for what seemed like hours; slowly and with slow movements; rather than pumping away, our sensations were drawn from small movements, gently in an out, or by changing the angle with which I entered. Mei on the other hand was like an animal. The situation forced her to be quiet, but you could imagine that her moans and groans would be much louder if she had the choice. Once when I looked around I saw that she still on top, but this time she was riding him backwards, his hands on her ass as she leaded forward, grasping his toes with her hands. I returned to kissing Tingting and forgot the other couple for a couple of minutes, until I felt a hand on my shoulders. Stopping our-lovemaking, I pulled out of Tingting, and sat up. Mei lent passed me and said something to Tingting. She sat up as well, and Mei went over to Lewis and, standing, took his cock, still wrapped in the condom, in her hand. Bending it slightly towards Tingting, she said something and Tingting giggled. Leaning forward she took the cock from Mei and felt it up and down. For just a second she masturbated it, moving it forward and back, once, twice and then a third time. At the same time Mei moved forward and put her hand on my chest. At this point Tingting let go and said something to Mei. Mei asked a question. Tingting replied, then she leant forward and kissed me, and then lay down again, pulling me forward on top of and into her again. Mei said something dismissive and went back to Lewis, who, throughout this had remained strangely passive. We continued fucking, slowly and intensely. When I finally came, it was one of the most intense sensations of my life, her body shuddering along side mine, neither of us able to cry out aloud. I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and held her in my arms for a long time. Around us, Lewis and Mei continued to fuck, but eventually too Mei reached a silent shattering orgasm and a few minutes later Lewis did as well. It was only after they finished that I pulled out of Tingting, even though I was already half-soft. For a nasty moment I thought the condom had split; it had nearly come of because I was nearly flaccid by the time, but none of the liquid had split out. Mei, who had already taken the Lewis' condom off, reached in her back and offered me a few sheets of toilet paper in which to wrap the used condom, as she wrapped the other. She then dressed quickly, and took both bundles of paper with her, presumably to flush down the trains loo. That was the end of the night. We tried to sleep together on the same bunk, but eventually around four o'clock we decided to return to our own beds, so we would have some chance of getting some sleep. When we arrived in Beijing, we spent the day with the girls seeing the tourist sights; the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace. We cancelled the booking at our youth hostel, and instead booked into a nice hotel. The following night Tingting and I again made love and spent the night in a proper bed, holding each other. That too was wonderful, but it was more ordinary and I don't need to go into the details here. Finally the next day the girls had to leave to return to their university, they were already in trouble for being a day late, and they didn't dare to stay any longer. I spent another few days in Beijing until finally it was time for me to return to England and start my new job. I sent Tingting a few e-mails after returning home, and she wrote back, but communication was difficult and we couldn't really say anything of any consequence. I said I loved her in a few of the e-mails, but she never said it back to me. I didn't really keep in contact with Lewis directly, I read some of his Facebook post about his life in China. It seems Mei came to visit him most weekends for the first six months of his contract, but afterwards something, I'm not clear what, happened and they stopped seeing each other. I know Tingting went with Mei sometimes and I wonder if she ever fucked Lewis. I like to believe that he didn't; I prefer to think of her as a nervous girl, pushed by her friend into doing something crazy. It was painful for me to thing of her as doing something like that again; somehow I'm still quite protective of her. I'm grateful that she didn't decide to fuck Lewis that night, even though he was more handsome and better hung than me. I feel like that's some kind of victory for me; that what we did that night really meant something more than just a raw animal lust. Given that Tingting and I parted two nights later, I suppose I should regret that I didn't fuck Mei as well, but somehow I don't. Mei was a thrill seeker, who would sleep with anyone for fun. I'll be the first to admit to being pretty hypocritical about this, we were all strangers, barely able to communicate, who had sex because we all wanted to. Initially I was turned on by Mei's brazenness, but ultimately I found Tingting's sexual naivety more comforting. All this happened fifteen years ago. In the meantime I have got married and had two kids. I love my wife and generally speaking I am happy. But if I'm honest, my encounter with Tingting remains the most erotic experience of my life. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had stayed in China to be with her, and if I would have been happy if we'd stayed together. At the time it seemed impossible, impractical and even today I have to admit it would be crazy for two people to attempt a life together when they could only speak a few words of each others language. I heard that she got together again with her original boyfriend, the one in the photograph on her phone. In my mind, I always assume they got married, even though I can't imagine that, since she wasn't heartbroken when they broke up that first time, that he ever truly made her happy. Again, I'm being unreasonable, I've no reason to suppose she was any more more upset when I left for England. I guess it's important for my ego to believe she was, and that I could make her happier than anyone else. Its funny how one night can seem more real and intimate than years of marriage.