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Tarnished

By: br_neko



Lace. White virgin lace and crimson slut red. Sweet fucking Jesus, it ought to be a crime to dress him in anything else.

The blood is still fresh, trailing in perfect streaks down across his trembling stomach. Frightened, pet? Don't be. You want this, you know you do. Such a fuss at first, all riled up and arguing; you'll let me fuck you raw but this? No, never, too much dignity lost, too far out there, they all call you pretty and this just touched a nerve. It was nothing you wanted any part of.

Liar.

Sheer white silk, like cool ice to the touch; I rolled them up your bare legs and clipped the garter in place to keep them there. Your cheeks were flushed red and you wouldn't meet my eyes, but your body doesn't lie like your mouth does. You were hard already and you shivered when I slid the shoes over your feet and strapped the buckles around your ankles, tight enough to make you wince. 

But lies off your tongue are sweet to hear - go on, say it again. Tell me you didn't moan when I made you stand up. Tell me your breath didn't catch the first time you felt it, the stretch across your bound instep, the burn in your calves as the heels forced you to your toes and the smooth slide of silk between your bare thighs. Sweet God, but the move of your hips when you walked across the room would make a man weep. You look like a fucking wet dream.

Open your eyes, pet. *Look*. That image staring back at us out of the mirror is *perfect*, absolutely fucking *perfect*. The little noises you made as I let the tip of the blade play across your chest were all the hotter for it, gasped and mewling, the image and sound of tarnished innocence. Virgin blood, slicking white pale skin and sliding down to stain dark against the fabric at your waist. 

It slides up so easily, doesn't it? Nothing but a scrap of pleated fabric held on with little gold buckles, and it almost matches the grey of your eyes if they weren't darkened to hazy black right now. Pushed up in the back, with the tight curve of your bare ass pressed hot to my hips, but in front where the mirror can see, you might almost be decent... almost, but God, the flash of garter and skin beneath the skirt hem is mesmerizing. Angel and slut, all at once, and that's what you are, aren't you? Perfect little boy by day, but the slut inside wants out. You want to be pushed, you want a little force, you want the edge. That's why you're here. That's why *I'm* here.

My hand on your thigh makes you flinch and shiver. Open your eyes. Imagine it. I could let the knife play over your thighs, sharp steel just below that fragile pules that beats so fast in the curve of your hip. The blood would well up thick and hot, but drop the skirt hem down and no one would ever see. Not until it seeped down, crimson bright, dripping wet between your thighs to stain scarlet over white silk stockings... virgin blood, and your knees pressed tight, but it's too late for that, far too late. 

Or I could just reach beneath that hem and take you in hand. Hard and fast, just the way you like it. Would you like that? No, keep your fucking eyes open. *Look*. Do you know what you look like when you come? Ever wondered? Stripped naked and raw, open mouthed and gasping with those little cries you try to swallow... They think you're made of ice. Wouldn't the suits in your office like to see you like this? Pristine little corporate girl by day but your mouth lies, the clothes lie - only your body tells the truth, taut and writhing, hot and ready, back arched and hips trembling as you let my hand fuck you. 

Slut. Whore. Pretty pretty little girl.

You whimper when I stop. God that's a sweet sound. And the sounds you make when my fingers brush over those thin cuts is damn near intoxicating. Sing for me, baby. Cry for me. Do you want it? Do you really want it? 

Beg for it. Whore's mouth in a little angel's body, God yes. Beg for it, beg to be fucked, beg for me to push that little girl skirt up and bend you over, split your ass wide open on my cock. Fuck *yes*. Is that what you want? Is it?

Slick with your own sweat; sliding into you is like pushing into hot velvet, tight and sweet and the noises you make when I fuck you are pure heaven. Open your eyes, slut. *Open* them. There, in the mirror - that's *you*, painted in sweat and blood and sex, and your knees aren't closed now, are they? Wide open and begging, wanting, and a pull on that oh-so-modest fabric slides the skirt hem up and over your hard cock. Dark and aching, slick and wet with your own fluids; you'd beg me to touch but you know better, you know I won't - not when I can break you like this, with nothing but my cock driving hard into you. Dress you like a girl, fuck you like one, and you'll come like one, won't you, flushed and crying, breath short as you pant for it like a bitch in heat. 

I want to see my cum stain those little girl stockings, I want to see it drip down the curve of your thighs when I pull out, your ass red and open beneath that pleated skirt. 

That heavy chain you wear dangles down, streaked with blood from the cuts around your upthrust nipples - I let you keep it on because I love how it looks, heavy and cold and cruel around your throat where the links bite into flesh. Sweet sweet pet. Pretty girl. So easy to catch a cold length of chain in my fingers, twist and pull; you gasp as the links sink into your skin, blood flushed around your throat, caught tight and deadly. Another twist and you'll mewl for real, choked and trying to gasp, the darks of your eyes white rimmed and the sweat of your body suddenly cold with adrenaline. You want edge? I'll give it to you. I'll make you walk it. Feel the tightness in your lungs? Feel the cold flush through your stomach? Like the knife but even better, colder, and it makes your hips move harder against me, your whole body desperate, needing, animal fucking, so close and not quite...

Watch when you come, baby. Watch it. Keep your eyes open and watch as the flush moves through your skin, the tremble shivering through your body just before you stiffen, crying. Your lips are streaked in crimson blood, the lipstick of a real whore, and you can't look away, can you? Neither can I. Perfect. God damned fucking *gorgeous* and it's my hands on you, my marks on that ivory skin, my cock sunk in you and my cum that you're feeling wash hot deep inside you. 

*Mine*.

Whose little girl are you, boy? Say it. Bitch. Slut. Whore. Say it, gasp my name. And even if you don't... let the lies fall off your lips. I like to hear them. But your body will tell me the real truth. 

Angel.

Tarnished



Jen called me from work, late in the afternoon and ostensibly just to say hi, but I could detect something in her voice. An unspoken weariness.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah… just tired. Tired of all this. But I'm fine." Then she changed the subject and started to ask about my day.

"Are you ok? I felt I had to ask again, to push a little more for the truth.

"It feels, oh, I don't know, all of this is starting to stick to me. I'm starting to feel somehow… tarnished." She didn't elaborate. She didn't have to. I knew a little about the pressure she was under. The things she couldn't say. Things that were stealing her air, her vibrancy.

"Come over. I don't have plans. We can get some food, watch a movie?"

I heard the sigh that escaped her lips before she could suppress it. "No, I won't be good company, I'm just going to head home, take a bath and get an early night."

The light tremor in her voice both concerned and prompted me to press her. I didn't like to hear her that way, and I nudged her again. "Look, I don't need scintillating company. And you can take a bath here. I'll cook. Really… Don't be alone, J."

She looked so stressed, fragile almost as she stood at the door. Her beauty could still take my breath away, it was always there, but something was dragging her down and I couldn't bear to see that heaviness on her. I moved to hug her, intending just a quick hug between friends, but as my arms wrapped loosely around her, instead of a light reciprocating squeeze, she leaned into me and instinctively I held her tighter, my body molding to hers, my face buried for a moment in the soft red waves of her hair. Its fragrance caught me unawares. Soft florals, fresh, distracting. And the way in which she clung to me for that moment made my knees weak.

"Oh baby, you have had a bad day." I heard the slight quaver in my voice as I pulled myself reluctantly from the embrace. My arms slipped from around her, one hand taking a loose hold of hers, our fingers entwining as I tugged her in from the doorway where we still stood. "Let me run you a bath, hon. I'll get dinner ready while you soak."

This was a role reversal and I found myself reveling in it. Jen was the strong stable one. She usually looked after me while I mostly felt as though I was always whining about the silly minor things that got me down. The fact that she would come here and allow me to look after her was overwhelming. Capable J. Always appearing so strong. I really did feel somehow honored that she would come to me like this and allow me to pamper her for a change. I poured her a glass of wine and left her curled up on the couch as I went to run the bath. A quick search through the bathroom cabinets unearthed some bath oils kept for special occasions, and as I drizzled them under the hot running water the bath began to fill with bubbles, and the scent of vanilla, orange, and heady spices instantly pervaded the room. I lit several candles and set them on the counter, their flickering flames making everything seem to sway a little in their yellow-gold warmth.

"It's ready…" I called, and as she came into the bathroom I moved to pass her, "I'll go get us some food."

"Stay." She blocked my path, eyes meeting mine, her lips curved into a soft smile.

Time slowed until I opened my mouth to express the many reasons why I had to go to prepare dinner, but whatever words I had planned to say never quite made it passed my lips.

"Stay." Repeated. This time more quietly. An unmistakable pleading. I think my heart stopped. "Stay and talk to me."

I must have murmured some reply as I averted my eyes. Always so shy. I envied her confidence, her lack of inhibitions. She often joked about how terribly repressed I was. I busied myself as she slipped so quickly, with such grace from the clothes that suddenly became a heap of fabric at her feet. I focused there on the pile of clothes rather than on her, utterly lost for a minute or more in my confused embarrassment, the sound of the slow still-running water almost as loud as the pounding of blood in my ears. I distracted myself by opening the cabinets again, searching for towels, anything. I heard rather than saw her body slip into the warm water, the gentle splashing as she slid down, submerging herself beneath the bubbles. As if from outside myself I heard my own voice. I was talking about nothing. Nonsense. Anything to fill the air. Unable to occupy myself in the cabinet any longer I set the towels on the counter and turned back toward her.

I leaned across, to turn off the still-flowing faucet, forced finally to acknowledge the fact that she was now naked in my bath, leaning back, her legs slightly pulled up towards her chest. I tried, tried so hard to sound normal. To sound as if my feet were on the ground. To act as if mind was on something other than this incredible vision.

"Tell me about your day." At last I managed something coherent. But when I glanced up at her face I saw she was smiling at me, with a distinctly amused shake of her head. She reached up to the shelf to take hold of the large natural sponge.

"Catch!" It caught me off guard. But somehow I managed to catch the sponge in one outstretched hand. Her green eyes now betrayed more than a hint of mischief. She knew me well enough to know exactly what was happening inside me, and just the thought of that brought a hot flush to flood my cheeks. I managed a small smile back and tried to control my ragged breathing. She leaned forward a little, lifting her hair from her neck to drape it over her shoulder, turning slightly, her eyes making a brief detour from mine--over her shoulder and back again to give me silent direction. Hesitating for the barest moment I slipped down to my knees at the side of the bath, reaching down to submerge the sponge in the warm fragrant water before raising it to the nape of her neck and then squeezing it gently. Slowly. A thousand scented bubbles, the water ahead of them forming rivulets that flowed down the valley of her spine. She shivered. I thought I heard her breath catch in her throat, and when I tore my eyes from the droplets that glimmered in the candlelight on her skin, I saw that hers were closed. I filled the sponge again, this time pressing it to the top of her spine, dragging it slowly down with light pressure over that perfect curve, watching her shoulders lift and hearing a soft sigh which of course made me do it again.

I was mesmerized by the cascade of water that flooded over her pale skin, and almost independent of my control, the sponge moved in slow caresses over every inch of her back and shoulders, filled anew with warm scented water at each pass. Not a word spoken. I could feel the tension washing away. The relaxation tangible. The constriction of her soul loosening. She sat up slowly, straightening her back, and I moved the sponge up to her shoulder, resting it there for a moment before squeezing it again, watching the water now rush over the swell of her breasts, my eyes hardly daring to follow its path downwards. The sponge fell from my trembling fingers into the water, and as I reached for it she turned her head and our lips brushed in the lightest of kisses. It was the softness that undid me. Soft like silk. Soft like petals. My eyes closed, and it was a while before I realized that the series of breathless moans I heard had come from my own lips still pressed to hers.

She moved slowly but deliberately to take hold of my wrist, her hand pulling mine underneath the water, the back of my fingers brushing against the satin skin of her inner thigh for a second before my fingertips were drawn closer to touch at the apex of those thighs, now parted, her knees pressed to the edges of the bath. I drew back oh-so-slowly from that kiss and forgot to breathe again, almost gasping for air as my fingers explored with inexperienced eagerness within the soft folds of flesh. Gently probing, fingers curling, thumb pressing, circling.

I watched as her head rolled back just a little on her shoulders, her eyelids heavy, finally closing. Gazed in awe as she drew her lower lip in between her teeth. Sighed with her as the gentle rocking of her hips against my fingers became more insistent. Gasped quietly as she began to tremble, both of her hands clutching at my wrist, finally pulling my hand away, lifting and placing it over her heart. Felt her pulse race and pound with mine until slowly we could breathe again.

Later as she rested back against me and I gently towel-dried her hair, I was certain I could see a brighter gleam in her green eyes. The return of the soft luminescence to her skin. I like to think that I had made her shine again. Maybe it was just the candlelight. 



Tarnished Image



"I don't think it is a good relationship, you know. I know Lisa and Al are friends, but you going out alone with Lisa is not helping her drinking problem. You are kidding yourself."

"Well, you don't know that. I like her and the others like her but won't go places with her. We have a good time. And I like going out with her. And since you had your affair, I am going to have a little fun once in a while, not hang around the house doing housework!" 

Jill Kelly felt completely vindicated by this argument. She continued getting ready for Lisa to pick her up for a night at a club or two. She snapped the brassiere and tugged it around her waist, then pulled it up over her shoulders and settled her heavy breasts into the cups, leaning toward the mirror.

The pantyhose, she secretly knew, were a safety garment to help ward off errant men's hands in case they became too forward. In the bars of course, something like that could happen even if she did not encourage it at all. Her plan was simply to listen to the music, share complaints with her friend, have a few drinks and come home. The problem could sometimes be having too many drinks, but she did not let that thought linger.

Lisa rang the doorbell and Jill hurried to button the black dress and put on lipstick.

"Al's out of town, who knows where. I don't. He doesn't tell me shit, Ben, you know that!" She had a deep laugh but her blue eyes didn't laugh with it. "How have you been? How come you aren't out of town too?"

"Next week, Lisa, next week I am in Boston. You two will be careful, right? And don't forget you have to drive."

"Who knows, Ben, maybe we'll get lucky. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't say that, should I?"

Ben thought ruefully that she might just mean it, though.

Jill came down the stairs in a cloud of perfume. They were quite a pair. Both attractive, one brunette and the other blond with her hair up on top of her head showgirl style. Both dressed stylishly in black dresses that showed their impressive shapes. Jewelry sparkled here and there. Their high heels clicked through the hall and out the door.

"We won't be late! Make sure Jeffrey does his homework." 

Ben knew they would in fact be quite late and probably quite tipsy, if not drunk. He could only hope for the best.

#

"Where is Al?"

"How would I know? He doesn't tell me anything! Well, maybe Atlanta, he might have mentioned it. I don't give a crap. Let's go to Johnnie's and dance a little."

"OK. I should be home before midnight, Lisa. Right?"

"Right."

They pulled into the parking lot that swung all the way around the low flat roof building with the tall sign announcing "Johnnie's Pastime Club in red neon script.

Their heels made a scrunching noise until it turned from gravel to pavement near the entrance.

"Wouldn't you think they could pave the damned parking lot?" Lisa grumbled. "They charge enough for the drinks."

"No cover charge ladies, it's Ladies Night" Chet was a familiar face and didn't charge these two at any time. 

"Oh, Chet, you are so sweet! It's always ladies night, isn't it?"

"Yes for you two it is always ladies night. How are you Jill?"

"I'm fine. Nice to see you. Are there any seats left?"

"Plenty, if you can?t find one, come back and I will find you one."

They entered under the neon lights of the front and stopped a minute to let their eyes become accustomed to the darkness of the large bar and dance floor.

"Over there?"

"Yes."

Jill followed Lisa among the tables as she said an occasional hello or patted someone on the shoulder.

Lisa ordered a screwdriver and Jill ordered a Manhattan cocktail on the rocks. "Don't let me drink these all night!" she urged the waitress. "They make me crazy!"

"This is a nice band, eh?"

"Yes. Nice." Jill replied.

They put their heads together to talk above the crowd noise. Lisa complained about her husband and trouble with the children at school. She had been called to the school for her oldest not attending again. She really was a caring and concerned parent, but her demeanor and language was a bit of a put-off to many of Jill's friends.

Jill was a sympathetic listener and so after the second round of drinks, they were deep into commiserating.

"Can we join you ladies?"

Lisa smiled at the two men and motioned them to sit down.

Jill was not always comfortable with Lisa's easy ways but did not protest. She was the friendly outgoing person in her family. When she was out with her husband, she was always a little afraid of strangers approaching because Ben came across as not very friendly to strangers. Usually he was not in the mood for the small talk it required.

But Jill herself was at home with strangers and very engaging with small talk needed in a bar setting.

Jill switched to white wine when the waitress came back. They had a third round with Bill and Kyle and Bill asked her to dance. They all got up and went to the dance floor. Bill was a good dancer it turned out and they fell easily into step on the swingy country song being played. She was soon laughing at his jokes and teases and having a good time. She was feeling very happy and feeling the alcohol. She was a bit wary, but having a good time. They were becoming friends.

The music slowed and they stayed on the dance floor. Jill felt his prick bumping into her tummy. She was sure she should back away... But they were being friendly and she relaxed against him. It was just enough that she was aware of it as their bodies moved together with just a little movement side to side. She could feel it slide slightly against the dress and the pantyhose underneath it. Just a nice pressure. What is he thinking? She wondered. Was he thinking about the feel of the dress against the nylon underneath, or was he not aware of that at all? She was not naive, but she always had a positive thought about things like that.

"Like the music, Jill?" he asked, turning his face so that she would hear.

"Yes, I love it, don't you?" she replied, aware that she was probably blowing in his ear. He pressed his cheek against hers and pulled her just a little closer. She felt the warmth of his prick, which seemed to be getting firmer... warmer. Jill pressed her tummy against it... just a little. After all, that's natural when you dance.

"That's a pretty perfume." He said.

"Thank you! Not too heavy, is it"?"

He took a deep breath with his nose nuzzling her hair. "Mmmm, perfect."

Jill put her head on his shoulder, and squeezed his hand.

They had another round waiting when they came back to the table holding hands.

"It looks like you two are hitting it off!" Lisa whispered.

"Oh shush. We?re just dancing."

"But he's nice?"

"Yes, he's very nice. Cute, too."

"Want to go to the little girls' room?"

They excused themselves and went off to the Ladies' room.

"She's hot!" Kyle said.

"Jill" or Lisa?"

"I meant yours, Jill. But mine has great tits!"

"Yes, Jill is good. Nice rack on her, too. Good dancer, too."

"Think she'll do it?"

"You never know. I would like to though. She is one hot MILF."

"I'll bet. How long has your old lady been gone?"

"Six months."

"Shhhiiiit!" Kyle laughed and slapped his thigh.

They didn't feel the need to get up when the girls came back.

"Jeeze, look at those things sway when she walks!" Kyle said quietly turning his head to the side. The two did look statuesque in their high heels. They were dressed a little better than most of the women and attracted a lot of men's eyes.

They had another round of drinks and Jill could feel her face was a little flushed and her words flowing easier. Her laugh was more frequent and her smile very open and friendly. Her knee touched both men when they leaned in for conversation. She made a point while talking and placed her hand on Bill's wrist when she talked.

They went back on the dance floor for a slow number and didn't move very much except against each other. She felt his prick now and it was quite firm against her tummy. Jill knew that it was making her moist between her legs and she enjoyed the feeling. He seemed very nice and she let him kiss her. They stopped while the kiss soaked in... how long? She wasn?t sure. It was pleasant. She let the tip of her tongue barely slip out between lipstick lips. It wasn't much, but he felt it and slipped his tongue against her lips, her teeth. She opened her mouth and let him give her a deep soul kiss... there, right there on the dance floor, with all those others doing similar things. Rubbing her mound against him and taking his tongue into her mouth. Her married mouth. She suddenly thought about that... and decided not to mind. His hand was below her waist, the top shelf of her bottom. He traced her panty-line, through dress and pantyhose; he found the trace of her panty leg over the cheek of her ass. She knew what he was feeling. There was a plane on the side of the cheeks of her ass and she knew that it was a fascination for men. Not completely round, her flank had a flat spot that was quite sexy. And he had found it and was fondling her there. She enjoyed the light touch across her bottom and slipped her hand across his broad back under his jacket in a sensual caress.

Bill rotated his hips in a clearly sexual way against her mound and felt her softness against the underside of his cock. He had carefully adjusted it to stand vertical under his pants before they got to the dance floor. In a few seconds, he felt the pressure returned. The attractive woman was fucking him back! She looked up into his eyes and they kissed again. Her tongue dueled with his and he was afraid he might ejaculate right there against her tummy. He tried to calm down. He moved his hand across the width of her bottom, caressing and exploring across the lovely double loaves of her ass and into the interesting crease between them.

There was something almost innocent about her. He almost thought that she wasn't thinking of the meaning of pressing her pussy against him like that. It just seemed the natural thing to do. He had no idea why he thought that, but it was just a fleeting thought because mostly he was thinking how nice it would be if she let him put his eager cock into that pussy and let him pleasure both of them. He was breathing a little heavy, and finally let her lips escape his. He smiled down into her brown eyes and she smiled at him. She was slightly drunk, he was aware of that. He brought their hands up between them so he could feel her tits. They were real. Real and soft and firm at the same time. Would he get to take her brassiere off tonight? He thought of that and traced the wide band across her back. Wide because she needed a strong brassiere to hold that load, he thought. Maybe a Maidenform that he used to look at in his mother's catalogs and in his mother's clothes basket. 

The music had stopped but he didn't notice and kept moving against her. She giggled against his chest and pulled him toward the table.

"Kyle wants us to go out to Bill's house in the country. He has a hot tub and he says it is a nice place. Shall we go for a while? Are you up for a hot tub"

"Oh, I don't know, Lisa..."

"They seem nice enough. I would like to." Lisa replied.

There was a long pause. 

They had another drink and Bill slipped his hand up her arm so that their hands were touching each other's elbows while they talked. "Kyle suggests that we go out to my place. It's nice out there. Would you like to go out for a nightcap on the back porch in the moonlight? I would love to show you my place."

She looked into his eyes carefully. "I shouldn't."

"Please?"

She looked into his eyes and nodded. "Just for a little while?"

#

They climbed into the big shiny pickup truck and Bill put on a large cowboy hat and looked at her playfully.

"Ohmigod, you're a cowboy! It's Clint Eastwood!" she laughed.

Lisa and Kyle got into the rear cabin and went quiet almost immediately.

Bill pulled her over to him on the smooth bench seat and she didn't resist. She thought about the fact that he had not mentioned the hot tub. Clearly that is where Lisa was thinking of going, though, Lisa and Kyle. Lisa and Kyle who were entangled and kissing in the back seat.

She felt his strong rough hand snag against her stockings and her skirt was well above her knee. She didn't object, and put her hand on top of his as a form of control. He wriggled it a little, taking baby steps up her thigh. She didn't have to hold it back too firmly, just a little backpressure and he didn't fight it. She smiled into his eyes and patted the big warm hand on her nylons. It felt nice and he seemed safe. She glanced at the clock. It was a little before eleven. Plenty of time, she thought. It will be OK. We just won't stay long.

"We probably should shoot for 12, or no later than 12"30 Lisa...." She glanced back just long enough to see that Jill's legs were spread wide and Kyle's hand was fondling her panties. She closed her mouth and snuggled closer to Bill, slightly wide-eyed at how quickly Lisa was moving.

The house was very nice. A bit messy like a bachelor might have it. 

"What about it, are you ready to go back to Manhattans? I'm going to have one, so I have the fixin's." 

"Oh, I shouldn't."

"That's your favorite expression, 'I shouldn't' am I getting that right?" he laughed in that open boyish laugh.

"OK, I will have one more Manhattan!" she said with a grin.

"Can we have a house tour? This is quite a place." Lisa wondered.

"Sure, bring your drinks along." Bill led the way upstairs and showed them the five bedrooms on the top floor. There were signs of children having moved out taking most of their stuff and leaving lots of holes in the walls and few pictures and posters remaining.

Back on the main floor, he led the way into the master bedroom. "I don't use it... some bad memories, I guess... at least not every night.

"Oh, that's sad... I am sorry." Jill caressed his bicep and stood close to him, looking into his eyes.

"No... not necessary... I have moved on! Thanks though."

"My god... look at the size of that bed! We could all sleep there in an emergency! " Lisa said, bouncing on the bed. "Come here Jill, try this." 

"Maybe we shouldn't..." Jill said quietly.

Bill joined Jill on the foot of the bed and urged Jill to try it.

"Try it out... maybe you'll like it! I hope, I hope, I hope." He grinned.

Jill came closer and sat next to him, laughing a little. 

Kyle joined them and pulled Lisa up the bed and they lay there kissing.

Bill urged Jill to do the same and she relented. "Remember you are not going to let me get stupid and do something a married girl shouldn't"

"Oh, sure...." He agreed. The other two laughed and continued necking.

Jill lay back tensely in the crook of his arm and held the drink to be put on the nightstand. His arms were around her and his tongue into her mouth immediately.

"Look at this baby." Kyle said holding a clicker. He clicked and the lights dimmed. Another click and music came on. A third click and an adult movie started.

"How the hell do you know so much about this bedroom?" Lisa whined.

"I was the builder! "

"That's true." Jim confirmed. "Knows more about the place than I do."

"You sly dog! Here's something I didn't build!" He jingled a chain attached to the corner post of the four-poster bed and showed them there was a black leather wrist cuff with bright little studs decorating it."

"Ohhh my god!" Lisa laughed, "What did you do with those?"

"From my old life. Sorry about that." Bill flushed slightly.

Jill started to ask a question, but Bill's lips silenced her. His hand slipped under her skirt but she kept her legs together. She turned toward him to hide from the others when she noticed that Lisa's skirt was already up to her panties. They were kissing noisily.

Jim's hand smoothly caressed along the outside of her nylon covered thigh all the way up to her waist, moving Jill's skirt ahead of it. He ran his hand up and down the taut nylon, then found the seams and leg elastic of her panties under the nylon and ran his fingers along each seam coming finally to the one arching over her pussy. He could feel the extra thickness of her patch of hair holding up the layers of panty and pantyhose. He sought entry between her tight closed thighs and Jill relented and loosened herself to allow one finger to slip between her thighs.

"Mmmm, you are so soft and feminine."

She almost felt sorry for him being deserted in this big house and slowly parted her legs so that he could put his hand between her and cup her warmth.

"OH.... I'm sorry... I am moist down there... from dancing with you... Is it terrible?"

'Of course not." He reassured her and continued fondling, feeling the soft silk panel of the pantyhose and the soggy panty crotch covering soft wet pussy lips. "Oh course not... wonderful!" he whispered into her hair, kissing along from her lips to her earlobe. Jill shivered with the excitement of his caress. Bill noticed and moved his hand up over her mound, up over her tummy. He found the elastic of the pantyhose and then her panty and slipped his big hand inside, finding the hair over her mound and combing his fingers through it and then into her wet slit.

"Uhhh!" she cautioned.. But then she opened to make it easier for him to part her pussy lips and slip into the cream between her lips. It was uncomfortable fighting the elastic and his hand slowly pulled out. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and substituted his wet finger. Jill was surprised, but then reengaged with her tongue, joining his in wetly licking her juices from his fingers.

"Ohmigod!" she said quietly and then they pressed closer and their tongues rejoined the duel inside their mouths. Jill felt herself lubricate even more down there between her legs as his hand began fondling her breasts.

Jill snuggled against his warm body and his thigh pushed between her nylon legs keeping her skirt pushed high on her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder to find Kyle lying on top of Lisa, between her legs. She wondered if he had unzipped his pants and taken his cock out.

She felt the round firmness of Bill's cock pressed hard against her as it had been on the dance floor.

'Mmmmmm!" she heard herself moan.

Bill's hand was on her ass pressing her against it and he was making hardly perceptible little fucking thrusts with his hips. He pushed her skirt up and Jill cursed herself for lifting a bit so he could bare her from the waist down. Essentially, he was able to fondle her entire pantyhose. She admitted that she liked the caresses.

He took his prick out and slipped it between her legs and she allowed it. "Oh, Bill, careful!" 

She closed her thighs around its warm roundness and couldn?t help rolling her pelvis slightly.

"Ohhhhh... my god." She murmured breathily.

"This is nice! And you are safe..." he reassured her.

Jill nodded slightly against his cheek and kissed his neck. As long as it didn't go further, it was just like dancing at the club. Nearly.

"I didn't say you could take that thing out!" Lisa snapped. " I thought we were going to see the whole house?"

Click.

The lights came on brighter than before.

"Right... that's where the hot tub is too!" Kyle said brightly.

'Ohmigod! " Lisa said in her she-bitch kidding tone. "C'mon you two, or are you staying here?" she laughed.

Bill was struggling to put his prick back in his pants and Jill couldn't get her skirt down until he was decent, she thought. She didn't want to let the others know she had his prick between her legs.

"Coming!' she said. Looking down to see how big the thing he was putting away was.

"Lisa was lining up a shot on the pool table when Bill and Jill came red-faced into the lower floor recreation room.

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Tarnished Image



They were all pretty drunk by the time Kyle led them to the tub set into the planks of the sun porch just off the recreation room. Even the porch was nicely decorated and had comfortable chairs and couches.

"We don't have suits." Jill cautioned, knowing it was a futile argument.

"Not allowed in the tub anyway." Bill said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, come on... Jilly!" Lisa drawled. "Let's have some fun!" She held her liquor pretty well from long experience, but Jill knew Lisa had had enough. But then, she knew she herself was feeling no pain and everything seemed funny. 

"Oh, OK. Let us get in first, though?"

"Sure... we won't look, will we Bill?" Kyle laughed wickedly.

"Oh... silly... let them see us... won't see anything new! " Lisa was being wild.

Bill led the way, one arm around Jill's waist, low on her buttock. Here it is!" He pulled the cover off and moved it to one side. The water was steaming and looked clean and inviting with lights under the water and bubbles swirling from the jets.

"OK... boys, turn around..." Lisa had begun to unzip her dress. She turned to Jill for help and Jill unclipped the top snap and it slid down Lisa's arms. Jill took it from her and laid it carefully over a chair. When she turned back, Lisa was struggling with her brassiere. The men had their backs turned but were cheating a little and joking about it. Kyle was naked. Bill was bare from the waist up and was unbuckling his belt.

Lisa handed Jill her bra to put with her dress and Jill noticed that Lisa's nipples were very hard. She was tempted to pinch, but refrained. 

"Jesus, Lisa, you DO have a nice rack!" she giggled.

"Damned right! " Lisa laughed. "But look who's talking!}

Jill's dress buttoned all the way down the front and Bill offered to unbutton it for her. She decided to let him do it and stood still while he worked his way down and let it fall open to show her lacy black brassiere and the fact that she wore matching see-thru panties under the pantyhose. 

"I'll do it, Bill." She said as he showed an interest in helping further. "Turn around! You've seen enough for now." She chided with a smile. 

Jill dropped her Maidenform brassiere on top of the dress, the cups still retaining the shape of her ample breasts. Her nipples and areola were rather pointed in shape and it gave her breasts a briskly teardrop shape. They were maturing nicely in other words, rather than sagging onto her ribcage. Quickly she pushed the pantyhose down and left her panties on. They stepped into the tub, helping each other. The men turned and looked while they were still standing.

"Wow..." Kyle murmured. "Hey... no panties!"

"Yes..." Bill echoed.

Jill was blushing but complained. "Just at first, then? But she got out of the tub, stripped them off and tossed them toward her dress, then quickly stepped into the steaming hot tub. She stood for a minute, getting used to it, her back to the men.

The men approached the tub, both with raging erections.

Jill huddled chin deep with her knees clutched in her arms, while Lisa was bolder and let her nipples break the water.

"Wow this is hot!" Lisa complained.

"That's the idea. It gets cold out her in the middle of winter." They laughed knowingly. Even tonight if they stood up out of the steam it would feel cold. Kyle was still playing technical guide and he sat down close to Lisa and put his arm around her.

Bill got into the tub in a practiced step into the deep center and sat down next to Jill pressing close to her lush body. He draped his hand around behind her under the water. She felt his hand caress her hip and bottom. There were more drinks on a tray that Bill had brought with him.

'Oh my next one should be white wine, not a Manhattan." Jill's eyes pleaded over the lip of the dark drink as she sipped it. She loved the rich sweet taste, but too many of them would be a disaster. 

Bill said, "Right... sure thing." His hand came up her side and he squeezed Jill's soft breast. The feel of it under water was like a wonderful soft toy. He stroked down to the pointed nipple. 

"You are beautiful, Jill." He murmured into her ear. It tickled and she pushed her shoulder up toward the ear and he kissed the shoulder, licking drops of water from it. "Your skin is perfectly soft... I love touching it..." he went on. She put her hand on his knee and squeezed and turned to let him kiss her. His mouth felt soft in the steam from the water and once again she offered her tongue as she had been doing all evening. Her nipples firmed a little more and she felt the warmth of the liquor and the sexy kisses and more warmth between her legs.

"You can't do it in the water, you boob, all the lubricants are washed off and it hurts when you try to put it in." Lisa was preaching a learned lesson about sex in a swim pool.

"We could try. I'll be careful." He argued drunkenly.

"No." Lisa said firmly.

Jill couldn't see under the water what his hands were doing but they seemed to be between her friend's legs. Everyone's legs and feet were scrunched together in the middle where a game of footsie was inevitable. Lisa floated her legs toward them and Bill took her toe and towed her legs back and forth in an arc. Her mound with more than a tuft of auburn hair rose above the surface. Jill took Lisa's other foot and they turned her floating body until her pussy was facing Kyle and Bill held up her shoulders.

"You're beautiful, Lisa," he said.

"Isn't she? I tell her that all the time but she won't have it." He smoothed a few drops from one of her breasts.

"She's got a great set of tits," Kyle slurred and reached between her legs, then came off his seat and pressed his face to kiss her pussy under the water. His eyes were on Jill, gauging her reaction. Lisa didn't seem to mind.

You got any pot, Billy?" Kyle wanted to know.

Billy directed him to the table and he stood up, his prick bouncing nakedly in front of them. He came back with a fat, smoking, hand rolled cigarette clamped with something metal. He dragged on it and passed it to Lisa.

"I haven't done much of that in a long time." She said slowly.

"Here, I'll hold it for you." Kyle insisted.

He held it expertly avoiding getting it wet.

Jill took a medium drag, remembering what it had been like in college. She let the smoke linger in her mouth, then leaned back and let it slowly drift away from her. The smell of the weed was pungent around them. Everyone took a hit and then they began to pass it around for more. Jill felt the effects quickly in the hot water and with her steady drinking.

The party became friendly and they were soon kissing liberally and touching and fondling each other. Women's curves feel extra lush under these conditions of course, and everyone soon thought that everyone else was beautiful. Kyle pinched Jill's nipple when he came across for a wet kiss. With so many stimulants in her body, she thought it felt good, even though earlier she hadn't cared for dancing with Kyle.

"Jill... Jill... Did you feel the dick on my date? Sheeeee! Come on, just hold it a minute, see how nice." Lisa said drunkenly, then giggled as if it was very funny.

"Thanks hon, I'll stay over here." Bill took it as an invitation to bring Jill's hand down onto his cock. She looked into his eyes and squeezed it for a moment, then put her hand on his stomach feeling the hair above the base of his cock. She could see it clearly through the water.

Bill put his hand between Lisa's lags and she let him kiss her with his tongue while she opened her thighs and let him touch her. He didn't try to put anything inside her body and she was glad of that. Lisa was correct about rubbing down there with the lubricant washed off by the water. It could hurt.

His hands felt smooth now with the weed she had smoked, everything seemed smooth and she let him pull her up onto his lap. Half floating with his hands under her she felt his cock toy with her crack and momentarily touch her labia.

"Mmmm." She moaned a little into his ear because he was being gentle, as he played with her body. Their bodies slipped against each other voluptuously and she was feeling no pain at all, just pleasure. The passing time seemed irrelevant. Or at least she forgot about the passing time and just let the man she had met a few hours ago play with her body any way he wanted. He felt, touched, pinched, caressed freely, soothing her into a dream-like state.

Lisa was standing in front of Kyle and Kyle had his finger in her pussy. A light in the background glinted through Lisa?s legs and Jill stared at the finger playing in side her friend's pussy. She had never seen that sight in her life, she reflected. She stared transfixed. She could see that his fingers were being lubricated now that her bottom was not in the water. She watched as Lisa straightened her back and pushed down on the fingers, two, now. Jill shuddered with the sexuality of it as a tingle coursed through her body.

"Want to do that." Bill whispered in her ear. 

She shook her head slowly negatively. "Married." She giggled, and then turned and kissed his open lips once again and fed her breast into his hands. She straddled him and pressed her mound against Billy's cock.

"Ohmigod!" she moaned.

But she didn't let him penetrate with anything. She just felt him. And thought about how very fat his prick seemed under the water brushing amongst her black hair.

"We probably have been in the water too long." Billy cautioned. They all stood up thoroughly hot-soaked now.

"I have to pee! " Lisa said.

"Inside."

The girls went to the bathroom together. Lisa hurriedly sat on the stool and the sound of her flood sounded heavy.

"You OK, honey?" Jill asked, putting her hand on her friend's cheek.

"Oh, yeah, Just a little water-logged, Jill. How about you? Are you doing OK with Bill?"

"He's being OK. We should be going soon. I don't know what time it is."

"Honey... I just want to... do him... OK.. Just a little while longer? He has me so hot... I want to get laid tonight. Do you mind?"

"Sure? I wasn?t thinking of that, you know."

"Won't take long." Lisa insisted.

"OK, I just want to know that you really want it."

"Yes. Need it. You should do it too. 'S good for ya!" She giggled, got up, and blotted between her legs.

"Hand me my clothes when you go out, will you?' Jill said, taking her place on the potty.

Lisa padded out and then brought Jill's clothes and left again.

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Bill was disappointed to put his hand on her knee and find she had put her pantyhose on under the dress. He groaned quietly, but didn't say anything more, just pulled her down onto the couch and pulled her close. He had his trousers on but no shoes or sox. He had combed his hair and put on his cowboy hat.

"Let me try that on." She asked. She put it on and they laughed at how far down over her ears it came.

"Where are they?" she asked after a minute.

"They took the truck and went over to Kyle's."

"What?" He repeated it. 

"Wanted to be alone, I guess." And then his voice turned a little cruel and he said, "I think he is going to fuck her over there."

Jill cringed inside, but she just nodded knowingly.

His big hands found her breasts and he squeezed.

"Well I hope they aren't gone long. Do you have another car you can take me home in?"

"No, I'm sorry. I don't think they'll be long, she seemed ready." Again the voice was meant to be cutting.

"Let's go listen to some music, maybe a dirty movie." He murmured, blowing into her ear, and she felt her hair swirl under his breath.

"Music would be nice."

He stood up and scooped her up in his arms.

"Whooooo!" she tried to be friendly.

He took her down the long hallway to the master bedroom. She was still floating a little from the smoke and the whiskey but she was worried about what he was expecting.

He dropped her in the middle of the bed and she scooted up to the pillows, here shoes still on. The lights went down low and the soft music came up and a dirty movie came onto the screen.

"Look what they are doing, looks like fun." 

Jill glanced at two beautiful people having sex in a rather acrobatic position and then felt something on her wrist. She was reacting slowly and didn't bother with it, just swung her wrist and watched as the man on the screen pulled out and then shoved it back in very quickly. Bill went to the other side of the bed and she felt something on her wrist there too.

Suddenly she realized he had put leather shackles on her wrists and chained her to the head posts of the bed.

She tried to be calm. "Bill... Bill... what is this?"

"The little woman sometimes liked this feature, being restrained just a little while we did it. Not too tight, are they."

"Noooo, she said thoughtfully. You promised to help keep me from doing something a married woman shouldn't, Bill. We still have that agreement?"

" I would never make a married woman do something bad."

He reached for a third shackle for her leg. She kicked out at him, catching him in the chest.

"That's enough Bill."

"I like a little wildcat." He said, rubbing his chest. 

"Now Bill, we've had a nice evening. A nice date. Haven't we?"

"Yes, I still like you, Jill. Bit honey, teasing isn't nice either, is it. Prick teasing, I mean?" He took her foot firmly this time and snapped the ankle to the chain. She tried to kick again, and then decided she had to use words. And persuasion, not force. He was much too big.

"Oh, Bill. Let me give you a hand job. I can make it feel just like my pussy. Come on, let me play with that big thing some more. I couldn't do it in the water, but I wanted to."

He was unbuttoning the dress now and she watched her breasts so nicely trussed in her brassiere appear, then her panties under the nylon of her stockings.

He didn't take it out from under her, just opened it and left her lying on to p of it.

"I could scream." She warned.

"I don't think they will hear, darlin'. It's a couple miles to Kyle's place.

"Won't they be coming right back? You said Lisa looked ready to be fucked."

"Maybe. But don't hold your breath. Old Kevin likes to go at it a lot once he gets it in some sweet poontang! She won?t be running any races when she comes back."

He sat on the bed beside her and put his hand on her pussy, gripping the mound under the tight pantyhose. 

"Now why did you run in and put your pantyhose after it took me so long to get them off your sweet ass? I liked feeling you up all free and soft, don't you know."

"Oh, that feels good, Bill, rub me some more."

He put his other hand on her breast and squeezed too hard.

" That feels good too, hon, a little softer, though."

Panic was setting in, the panic of unpredictability and fear. In spite of herself, her pussy was starting to lubricate under the big hand exploring through the chastity belt of Hanes pantyhose.

"Bill wouldn't it be better without my arms and legs tied like this. I could put it in for you, and if my legs were free I could thrust against you when you shove it in?" She was desperate. It seemed inevitable she was going to be taken by this man. She didn't want to be hurt. This couldn't be a rape, could it? She had thought it would never happen to her. Now she was looking anxiously around for an escape, but could find none. Where the hell was her friend Lisa?

He was between her legs now, blowing his warm breath through the thickness of her pantyhose and her panties. The spot under his mouth got very hot concentrated as it was. She tried pulling on the cuffs but they were well designed. They wouldn't leave marks but she couldn't get them off either. 

She felt the moisture from his tongue as she looked down into his eyes. He stood up and took off his pants. There were no undershorts.

"Bill..." she gasped. "It's so big! " Try flattery.

"So, my dear, you want to suck it for me, eh"

He kneed up the bed and straddled her chest letting the long length flop against her chin. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and tried to look beguiling. He pushed the tip up to her bottom lip. Jill tilted her head and tried to lick him. She felt the slick precum on the gleaming head and leaned for more, but he didn't move any closer. She pursed her red lips prettily and looked beseechingly into his eyes.

He got off the bed and went rummaging though a drawer.

"Oh, my god! Bill, you don't want to hurt me, do you?" she beat back the tears and stared at him. He looked huge now and he had a large pair of dressmaker's scissors in his hands. They must have been a foot long or more. 

"What are you going to do with those, Bill" Please. I have children to take care of."

"I'm not going to hurt you!'

"Oh, sweetie, good. Thank you. What are the scissors for?"

He grinned and came onto the bed again.

"I tried the subtle way, now the direct way." He was drunk and swaying as he talked. He pulled one strap of her brassiere and slipped the scissor under it and waited. She couldn't believe it and she flinched away, afraid of a careless jab with those points. Her scream would have woken the neighbors if there were any.

SNIP

SNIP

Both straps fell uselessly. "Oh, don't ruin my underwear. I'll take it off for you. I took it off for you already. Didn't you like seeing my breasts and nipples and my pussy? I took my underwear off for you once."

"And put it back on, bitch." He said meanly.

She moved her chin back as he tried to cut through the band of her brassiere. It was too tough and so he grabbed the straps and yanked the cups away from her tits. He straddled her again and laid his cock between her tits and moved it up and down between.

"Loosen my chains and I'll press them together around that big cock, honey. Please. I like the way that feels, too."

He said nothing, his eyes glazed and intent on her nipples and the way his white cock slipped between her soft tanned breasts.

"You can't do this, Billy." The tears were in her eyes now, there with the fear. Her traitor pussy was flooding, though. Something about the sexuality and the fear was making her moist. She remembered the council that the way to ward off rape is to pee on him. She knew she wouldn't be able to do that if she thought it would be a good idea. And she didn't.

He moved down and bit her nipples. That can feel good, but she was too frightened to feel a good tingle. He had the scissors again and her tears weren't swaying him. He held the scissors threateningly right at her pussy. She cringed and closed her eyes. She felt him pull the nylon crotch away from her body and then heard the zip of the scissors and the fresh air going into the slit he had made from her mound up a few inches in the pantyhose. He turned the scissors around and she felt the cold steel slide down between the cheeks of her ass near her anus.

SNIP!

That sound again and more cool air.

She felt the blade slide along her inner thigh and another. 

SNIP!

The other leg followed .

His mouth was on the crotch of her soggy panties now, again blowing a hot spot right over her clitoris. His big hand curled under the sweet little panties and the scissor made short work of the crotch of her panties. 

SNIP!

Her genitals were now:

BARE!

And the cool air rushed in against the wet lips. Her eyes were wide as saucers, staring in disbelief at what had just been done to her. There she lay, 

SPREAD-EAGLED, as wide as her legs could go.

She felt sullied and used as his tongue swept up her slit, spreading her lips. He touched her asshole with the wet tip of his tongue and licked her all the way to her clitoris and even up into the hair of her mound. His big hands scooped up her ass cheeks and he lifted her for another long slow lick touching all the surface between her lips and her cheeks. He was doing a thorough job. Every surface was tingling in spite of the fact that she thought she was being raped.




Tarnished Image



She was sure the circumstances of this would not sound so much like rape, but she knew it was. What did they call it now, 'date rape'? His tongue slipped deep into her vagina and she closed her eyes. The awful thing was that it felt good. Two fingers went inside and curled to find her G-spot. He tickled it there in the creamy moisture of her vagina. She wondered why her husband had never succeeded in finding that wonder spot, but here in this situation, a stranger finds it first try out of the barrel. She hated it that her sense of irony was active with her lying there spread wide on this huge four-poster having her pussy eaten by this stranger.

He continued plundering her pussy with lips and tongue and fingers. He explored her rectum with fingers juicy from her vagina.

While he lay between her legs licking her, his hands slid along her sides until he could reach her breasts. His touch was still gentle most of the time and he caressed and fondled them, then alternated rolling her nipples between thumb and palm, then pulling the nipples away from the tit and rolling them again and again, then caressing the whole breast in his big hands. He massaged the fleshy sides of her breast and slipped his hands under her waist and down under her bottom. He squeezed the tender flesh with relish and lifted her so he could eat her pussy in more depth. He pressed his nose into the tangled hair of her muff, then slipped into her with his chin as well, all of these were new to her.

She felt his hands cup her bottom and then his thumbs part her labia. She thought of how pink she would look; pink and wet, and opalescent as his tongue again licked from bottom to top, then flicked her clitoris back and forth.

"Ohhhhh...." She moaned again.

"What must I look like with my stockings, panties and brassiere all cut from my body.?? She thought. My god, it must be the cover of some BDSM magazine. And black stockings, why did she wear black stockings? 

These were strange thoughts flying through her drunken mind.

He lay on top of her and she felt the weight of his body as he kissed her and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tasted her own juices. His face was wet all over, so deeply had he eaten her pussy. She had never tasted so much of her own juices because she had never been so completely eaten.

Her body shook with a surprising orgasm and she heard the strange accompaniment of chains as she thrashed arms and legs involuntarily in a fit of sexual release.

"Ohmigod... Ohmigod... Ohh... Ohh. God..." she moaned in spite of herself and she disliked her body for calling out this way. She didn't remember such a thoroughgoing spasm of her sexual organs before. She slumped and closed her eyes.

"Good, eh?" he mumbled into her ear.

She refused to agree, but he knew, of course.

She looked up to see him gripping his large organ and feared that she had made him angry. She said, "Yes, it felt good. But you shouldn't have done it this way."

The bed complained under his knees as he stood between her legs and looked at her, his cock menacingly waving back and forth. He guided it to her steaming opening and paused with the head in her wet slit.

"You're very wet now." He said quietly. Staring wide-eyed, he pushed forward, is hand still around his cock as if carefully aiming it.

She flinched as it touched her moist hole.

"Ohmigod..." she said, shivering a little as she waited for it. "Ohhhhh..." The hot head was inside. Jill looked down at the thick, flat oval shaped cock slowly lanced into her body pulling the lips inside as it went. She knew it was only half way in when he stopped.

She felt very full and was aware of the blunt warm shape parting the velvet like wet drapes of her vagina. Her mind reeled with thoughts. What is it like when your inner space hasn't been opened by a pleasure seeker for two months or more; it had been that long since her husband had looked there for pleasure. Can this stranger tell that her pussy has been unused for so long? To her the space now pushed open so unfamiliarly, felt strange. She tried to think what it felt like. As if sprinkled with sparkly little confetti? Only the first four inches. It now clung to the large head and three inches of wide shaft. What was the word? "Effervescent?" Yes, this little-used space felt almost effervescent in the portion he was now invading.

"Oh, god... oh...mmnf!.." She mumbled.

It looked like a sword buried partly with the wide blade still threatening; sticking out from the soft lips of her pussy. She felt the need to shift her position but did not want to admit having pleasure. Involuntarily, her pelvis moved just a little and she could feel the velvet glove that gripped his cock move just a slick, sliding little bit around the big shaft. It was like caramel oozing around one of those displays in a candy store, she thought.

The aroma of their sex enveloped her.

She realized that her arms were tense against the chains. They were just sex toy chains, but strong enough to keep her there in position. "Why has he stopped" she wondered looking up at him. He too was staring at the sight of his cock half buried between the long soft lips of her pussy all covered with her juices.

"Beautiful." He said at last. "It is beautiful; you are beautiful."

She felt her pelvis move slightly again, only a tiny movement around the hard shaft.

He pushed again, staring at her eyes. His hands were on the bed under her arms and he pulled them tight against her sides to feel her breasts, as slowly he continued sliding into her pussy. 

"Ohhhh...." He gasped, feeling the intense heat of the enclosed space of her vagina as the panes of wet, warm velvet opened before the plunging head of his prick. It felt like something he tasted with a virgin tongue for the very first time, wrapped in sugary syrup. He wanted more of the sensation. Hot, syrupy, slowly parting, but at the same time engulfing his hardness with friendly tongues almost licking his prick. It was something no longer part of his body but exploring, finding, touching, licking, fondling, feeling, reaching out, all those feelings from the sensors all over the end of the probing prick. "Ohhhh... my god... " he said quietly.

Their hair was tangled together there at the base of his cock. Hers was wet and his would soon be soaked too by the secretion of her sex; the perfect pure secretions of her woman's sex. Bill pressed as close as he could, burying it in her softness. He urged his cock deeper and lingered there the base of his cock now clutched tight by unseen muscles as he tried hard to get the flat of his groin against the flat space surrounding her vaginal lips. Harder he pressed, longing to increase the circle of tender flesh compressed between their bodies. He strained to keep that contact. He felt her pelvis twisting and turning sensually trying to do the same thing. It felt like he had his prick through a very firm knothole in some fence plank, except that everything around it was the epitome of softness.

He almost wept with the sensation. "Mmmf." Was all that came from his mouth, just the short plaint of intense pleasure.

Jill lay wide-eyed, feeling the sensation of fullness. Her inner space now filled with the startling bulk of his prick. "Ohmigod..." she strained the words from between clenched teeth, unable to stop it. He had slowly pushed his entire length into her and the sense of sprinkled confetti extended deeper than she had ever felt before. She had wondered what it would be like to be touched so deeply, to feel a man touching further back... further... deeper than... ohmigod, he is deeper than her husband had ever reached though they had both sought positions for her to feel something deeper, even trying one of those rubber cock extensions sold in porn shops. But this was a firm but soft feeling, tender exploration of the depths of her space, unlike anything synthetic dick could produce. It was at once hard and yet soft, searching inside her dark, moist, longing space. 

"Easy..." she said simply. Her eyes closed and she wanted him to leave it there a moment. In spite of herself she wanted to think about that bulbous mushroom now in a part of her that had not been explored. No lover before had a long enough cock to touch her as she was being touched. She took a deep breath and she felt her hands clenching and unclenching, Her toes were pointed, everything seeming to be struggling to feel the sensation and grasp it, understand it, internalize if. 

"Ohhhhh...." She moaned, caught on this spindle of life. In spite of herself she found her body straining slightly to get further onto the shaft even though it was impossible, so tight was her mound clamped against his. The tight muscle at the entrance seemed to be trying to suck him into her body as well. She could feel how tight her little muscle was around the thick base of his shaft. For a moment she thought she might actually faint, but the feeling passed as the middle of her body was suffused with warmth.

"My nip... nip... my breasts..." she moaned. He lay on her and grasped both breasts then fastened his lips on her left nipple and began to suck just as he began to make little strokes.

"Ohhh god!" she cried. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to stop them.

He held onto her breasts and began thrusting, his excitement overwhelming him. He had to let them go so he could stroke into her and get move pleasure. His hands were on the bed and his powerful torso coiled to deliver thrust after shaft to the cock he drove in and out of her body. He lay flat on her body, curving his hands under her and upwards to grip her shoulders and press her down onto his urgent thrust.

"Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh...." She heard him panting and straining as he drove it in and out of her slick, clinging pussy.

"Nnha, Nnha,Nnha, Nnha,Nnha, Nnha,Nnha, Nnha,Nnha, Nnha,Nnha, Nnha," her breath was expelled by the thrusts into her center.

It seemed endless and then it seemed to end too soon, with a flood of his semen, spilled deep inside. The warmth of it spread through the deep folds of her vagina, once, twice, thrice, another, then another spill filled around his thick invading cock. And then he lay there on top of her, his fading prick lolling in the wet, warm bath of his sperm and Jill's magic lubricants.

'Ohhhhh goddddd..." he lamented as he rolled off her and his spent cock slipped from the magic glove between her legs.

She wanted to throw her arms across her eyes, but the restraints held her firm.

"Take these off!" she snapped, coming back to her sensible self, just as the sperm trickled to the entry of her pussy and began to drip ignominiously between her legs.

He woke from his reverie and immediately obeyed.

She sat rubbing her wrists for a moment.

"Sorry..." he said, every part of him seemed to have shrunk along with the sad prick between his legs.

"You have to find some way to take me home. My husband may be frantic it is so late."

"Help me up!"

He took her hand and she stood up and walked to the bathroom. She sat down and her pee came immediately and so did some of the s perm he left to drain from her snug sex space. Jill pulled the cups of her brassiere up, then let go of the useless cut straps. The cups clung familiarly and precariously to her mounds.

The shreds of her hosiery and her panties dribbled moistly between her legs as she began buttoning the front of her dress. A cold damp spot touched the back of her legs. She could feel the crusted cum on her stockings, what was left of them.

"I do have a motorcycle...?" He said a question in his words.

He shouldn't have done it, Jill thought, but of course, we had been working toward it all evening, the dancing, the kissing, the fondling, the undressing for the hot tub, the sucking on things... "It would be one of those lawyerly things about date rape." She knew she was just going to go back to living life, not expose the whole thing in some dusty courtroom where she would be the only thing on display. And in her heart she knew she would have let him fuck her if he had made one more attempt to take off her panties.

The motorcycle roared into life and she donned the helmet and straddled the seat behind him. The darkness wrapped around them down the long dirt driveway. The wind was chilly on her inner thighs as it channeled up across her bare pussy. She held on tight to the seat, trying to avoid contact with Billy, as the Harley rumbled between her legs, carrying her through the early morning.

"My god, what time is it?" she wondered out loud. Not yet light, at least, but the eastern sky was threatening to begin lighting the landscape. 'Three?" "Four?" she couldn't be sure. She directed him with finger pointing and felt her nipples crisp from the cool night air. She pointed again and her familiar street came under them. She flattened her hand asking him to slow, as they got nearer.

"God, how many neighbors will catch sight of the soccer mom climbing off a motorcycle from behind a leather jacketed, black helmeted unknowable stranger in the middle of the night... no, not the middle of the night..." she thought as he coasted down the street somewhat quieter.

She pointed to the house and signaled to let her off in the street rather than up the driveway. She was thinking clearer now, the alcohol having faded a bit. She had a headache, though and the beginning of a hangover for tomorrow.

There was nothing to say as she swung off the seat and reached to button the bottom buttons on the dress, then hurried up the drive with the subtle rumble of the Harley driving away in her ears. He had the decency to drift away at idle speed rather than a full-throated roar the aficionados so loved. Jill counted it among her blessings. She began wondering what reception she had in store upstairs with her husband. 

She unlocked the side door as quietly as possible, and stepped into the dark garage, lighted only by meager streetlight glow through the row of windows on the door. She stepped out of her shoes, lifted her dress and slipped the shredded panties and stockings down her legs and into the garbage container.

"Damn!" she scuffed her shin on the lawnmower and smelled the fresh grass mashed against its inner surface. Carrying the shoes she let herself in the house and listened. No sounds.

Through the kitchen and silently up the stairs.

Stop and listen again. Nothing.

Unbutton the dress all the way down. "Oh god, forgot to throw the brassiere in the trash." She unsnapped it and tucked one cup in the other as if it was a normal bra being put away.

Through the open door. 'Just coming back to bed from checking on the children,' she thought. 

Stop and listen. 

Snoring. 

Open drawer, stash brassiere, grope for black cotton panties usually kept in reserve for her monthly period days of maximum flow. She pulled her "Black Mariahs" up her thighs and felt their familiar cotton utility settle around hips and snuggle over her pussy securely.

She folded the dress onto a chair and found her nightie under her pillow. She dropped it safely over her head and then tiptoed to their bathroom. She peed in the dark and didn't flush because of the noise.

Jill Barton slipped quietly under the covers next to her husband Ben at 4:12 AM.



Tarnished Tinsel Town



There was always a sigh of relief from Scott Steele whenever Tiffany Amber Thiessen emerged from a building and was safely in the confines of her limousine and moving at speed towards her residence. As her body guard, it was his job to worry, and now that they were on the freeway, he could relax a bit.

"How was your tennis match today," he asked quietly, trying to sound nonchalant as he gently steered the conversation into something more profound?

"Good. I'm not as sore as I was last week so I played a bit harder. I can definitely see though how that game can keep you in shape."

"Oh yeah, its great exercise and stress relief too I suppose."

"Oh Definitely..."

"Speaking of stress relief, you do know it's my birthday today don't you," he said letting his words trail off. Tiffany slowly nodded her head, the expression on her face now turning to a look of seriousness as she looked down at her stark white canvas shoes for a lack of a better place to look.

"Yes I knew that, but I'm not sure I can keep up that birthday tradition this year. I'm married now Scott."

"Oh my God, do you really think Brock would care? I guard you with my life Tiffany."

"I know that, and I know that he probably wouldn't care, but..."

"But now that you are married, you don't want to?"

"It's not that I mind, it's just that I feel guilty about it."

"But it is tradition," Scott countered weakly with a shrug of his shoulders.

It was no big secret that many female celebrities had a long standing tradition of giving their body guards a blowjob as a birthday present. Considering what they did and the sacrifice they were willing to make, it was only fair. For the last three years, Tiffany had honored that tradition, but this year the dynamics had changed.

As the limousine pulled up to the lavish estate in Long Beach, it only slowed as the giant iron gate slowly swung open and the car began to pull up the long driveway to the front foyer. When it stopped, Tiffany turned to Scott.

"Why don't you meet me at the pool house in half an hour and I'll give you your birthday present? It's probably not right, but...." 

Scott was not disappointed when a half hour later Tiffany stepped through the doorway of the pool house and smiled at her body guard. She was still wearing the same outfit she had worn to her tennis practice, but Scott knew Tiffany well and knew the casual, comfortable clothes was more her style than the dresses and fashionable heels her career forced her to wear on most occasions. He especially liked the way the stark white clothing contrasted against her tan skin.

For the moment Tiffany was content to lean against the door casing and let her body guard take her all in. She watched his gaze slowly slide up from the floor obviously enjoying how her feet looked in her white canvas sneakers and matching stark white slouch socks that scrunched up just below her calves. From here only the toned, tanned color of her skin rose up as Scott enjoyed the look of her tight calves and thighs before the color turned white again. It did so at the hemline of her mini-skirt, a hemline that hovered several inches above her knees and rose until it connected with her white polo shirt. Except for a few thin ribbons of dark blue piping and matching buttons, the collared polo shirt was as stark white as the rest of her outfit. Still Scott was hardly disappointed.

"How do you want to do this," Tiffany asked as their eyes finally met and she began to step closer to him? Scott answered by moving so that he was sitting sideways on a small wooden lounge chair. Pulling a foam pool toy over with his foot, a set of directions was given without saying a word.

"On my knees I assume?"

"And topless."

"Oh and topless too," she said with a pretend huff, but quickly knelt on the foam toy and set about unbuttoning her polo shirt. It only took a few seconds to thread the nylon buttons between the slots in the cloth, and then she peeled off the rather constricting shirt and tossed it unceremoniously onto the concrete floor beside her.

Her white sports bra came next, and with a bit of fussing to undo the catches in the back, Tiffany released the tension, but held the bra over her chest with her hands. Pulling it free was a bit harder than she thought, for Brock had been the only one that had seen her partially nude since being wed. With a deep breath she finally pulled the white bra away from her chest and felt the cool air rush over them as they spilled free and was exposed for Scott's viewing.

Scott was already pulling down his black denim jeans, and it surprised Tiffany to be helped him tug these down to his ankles. Scott had hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his underwear as he did so, and thus in a matter of seconds, Scott was well prepared to be given his birthday present.

"Happy birthday Scott," she said with a smile as she reached out to tame his shaft as it arced slightly to the left and twitched ever so slightly from the arousal of her half-nudity.

She had to admit, as much as this was a favor on her part, she liked how it looked, a violent purple color now that it was engorged with blood, and contrasted with the pale color of Scott's hips and groin. The skin of his cock was also a contrast, sweet and soft, but was also thickly veined and as muscular as the rest of his body. Tiffany turned her head and began giving him a blowjob by licking up and down his powerful cock, burying her face in the warmth of his body, and giving him a pleasure so many men in America wanted, but only prominent men actually got.

"In your mouth Tiffany," he said through half-closed eyes and could not resist the urge to stroke the back of her head as he steered her mouth towards saliva-covered shaft.

Like a languid weight gently pushing her gently down on him, Tiffany opened her mouth up wide in an effort to capture as much of the bodyguard as she possibly could. As the shaft slid along the roof of her mouth it forced her cheeks out in a big bulge. Tiffany knew there was no way she could fully accommodate him, at least, not nearly as much as her bodyguard wanted her too. With his hands gripping the sides of her head, she became subtly aware of his ultimate goal. She eased her mouth off his shaft again, pressing hard against his hands, and then tried to relax her throat as she lowered her mouth over his shaft again, hoping to take the man to a depth that he would accept.

"Deeper Tiffany, all the way to the root," came his reply as Tiffany began to gag. It had been her ambition all along and even now she tried to corkscrew her mouth onto his shaft, hoping the twisting action would allow his cock to find a path through her mouth that was comfortable for her as well.

Whether it was a sense of urgency or just a sudden lustful urge Tiffany was not sure. But as she began to cover the bottom portion of the prick, he gave his hips a quick little thrust. With his hands on the sides of her head, Tiffany could not recoil with the thrust, and instantaneously felt her lips touch the man's wrinkly scrotum while her nose plowed through his wiry pubic hair. It certainly was not comfortable, and Tiffany gagged unmercifully from the forced act. As he held her mouth there, tears starting to invade the corners of her eyes, but made eye contact with him out of obedience. She could tell that was all he wanted when he released his grip and let her mouth slip back to a more comfortable position.

"I just wanted to see if you could take it all Tiffany. But you can finish any way you want now."

Tiffany nodded as her mouth engulfed his length and she endeavored to slide as much as she could down her throat. It was not to the same submarine shattering depths that she had achieved before, but she was proud to at least capture two thirds of his shaft. She grew a little nervous as he grabbed at her hair and began to move his hips. This time at least she accommodated him in comfort, even as he began to increase his tempo and close his eyes. She still maintained her suction, but her main goal was to hold her mouth steady and give him a warm, moist cavern for him to thrust his cock into. This simple act brought him even closer to orgasm.

"Tiffany, I'm close," he announced as his balls rose in preparation to fire.

As he said that, he could not help but to reach out and grasp at the two fleshy globes that were dancing just ahead of him, keeping time to that of the ministrations that she was plying upon his cock. Tiffany tried not to flinch, but she could not help but to tense up as his hands slid along her breasts and toyed at her nipples. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes, trying to will herself into denying the wonderful sensations her bodyguard was now giving her.

It was impossibility, for Scott's hand's touched her just like her husband's. His palms squashed her breasts with the same sort of pressure; his fingers spread out in the same star pattern, but it was the way in which he flicked in time at her sweet nipples that gave Tiffany the sense of shame from her infidelity. Even though she was sure Brock would not care, that he would understand this was simply a tradition, the feeling of wrongdoing was so great that she pulled her lips off Scott's shaft and began to cry.

"I can't do this Scott. I am sorry, but I just can't," she tried to explain through sobs as she threw on her white tennis top and bolted from the pool house.

For the next two days Scott and Tiffany hardly said a word to each other, the dynamics of their relationship having changed from the ultimate rejection Tiffany had given him. Scott still ensured her safety was never compromised however whether they were returning from her daily tennis lessons or engaging in a high level social function as was the case this evening. As Scott sat next to her and looked out the darkened windows of the limousine, he was surprised when Tiffany finally broke the silence.

"For what it is worth Scott I'm sorry I did not finish what I started. I know you don't understand, but I just couldn't. I'm married now and that does mean something to me."

"It's alright Tiffany. It was just tradition anyway," Scott said with a forced grin, but Tiffany could tell he had been crushed by her rejection. Tiffany padded his knee knowing no amount of words would help him understand, but hoped at least a sign of compassion would ease the hurt.

As the limousine eased up to a stop beside the lavish foyer of the theater, a throng of media reporters, fans and security officers began to swell around the back door. With each black limousine looking identical, the opening of the rear passenger's door was as much a thrill at finding out whom the celebrity was as much as it was the popularity of the celebrity itself.

Protocol ensured Tiffany emerged from the vehicle first, followed quickly by Scott. Forcing a big smile, she twisted in the seat, heard the latch of the door open and then stepped out into the flashing cameras, cameramen and fans as they milled closely about the door.

"Tiffany..." came a loud voice from somewhere in the crowd. "Tiffany," it came again as she turned to see who was yelling above the crazy media circus that now engulfed her. "Can I get your autograph?"

Scott looked up as well and saw a man pressing himself between two police officers as well as pressing hard against the red rope that separated fans from the red carpet. As he did however he held up a pad and be a pen, or at least what appeared to be a pen. From out of the corner of Scott's eye he saw the pen reflect light. With his mind churning a thousand thoughts a second, he realized there were no metallic parts on a pen.

Instantly his thoughts collided with the fan's as the fan made a lunge for Tiffany. As the spun between the two police officers and toppled over the thick decorative rope, Scott lunged forward as well. He tried to grab the man's wrist and deflect it away, but missed. Instead the mid air collision between the two ended up in a bone-jarring crunch. Tiffany was tripped up in the upheaval and was sent sprawling to the carpet.

"Tiffany"...the man began to yell, but as he tried to squirm out from underneath Scott, his wrist twisted and a knife concealed as a knife emerged. Tiffany crawled away from the mess as quickly as possible as the Police Officer's all around the vicinity began to recover and join Scott in detaining the deranged fan.

Scott looked over his shoulder and tried to make sure Tiffany was alright. He tried to call out her name, but no sound emerged, just a bubbling, gurgling sound. Out of fright Scott looked at the knife blade now been wrestled out of the fan's hands and saw a trickle of red crimson blood slowly drip down the shiny stainless steel blade. He tried to yell again, but once more only a gurgling came out.

In the pig pile that ensued, it only took a second for Scott to be rolled off the man by an army of police officers. As he did, the injury the fan's knife inflicted on Scott was evident. Blood continued to be pumped in a gush out of neck from where his arm had failed to come into contact with the assailant's and the knife brought directly across his throat.

In the upheaval, Tiffany and Scott were separated. Roughly shoved into the protection of the theater's main doors, Tiffany was surrounded by security personnel and police officer's and cut off from the craziness still churning just outside. She had no idea what was going on outside until she overheard the conversation of two security guards next to her.

"Yeah it's too bad. The body guard, he's done. Did you see the knife cut to his neck? He'll never make it."

It only took a second for Tiffany to realize they were talking about Scott. As she pressed her cheek up to the revolving glass door, she saw the bright red lights of the ambulance slowly pull away from the curb and screech down the street.

"Scott...Scott...I should have finished what I started. God how I wish I should have finished what I started," she said aloud. Somewhere in the night, buried deep inside of the ambulance, under a magnitude of blankets and over the wail of the ambulance's sirens, Tiffany knew she heard him.

As she continued to watch however, she saw it pass by a street light that suddenly burned itself out. As if by divine symbolism, Tiffany knew it was at that very moment that Scott died. As the ambulance screamed its loud wail around the street corner and disappeared, Tiffany looked down the long narrow street and knew tinsel town would forever be changed. Tinsel town would forever be tarnished.