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The Cigar

By: Moneytalks



I sit, lazily, in an overstuffed armchair. The chair faces the fireplace. My back faces the doorway. I am expectant. I bring the cigar to my lips and puff on it gently. I let the slender stream of smoke escape from my lips with a small hiss of air. I shiver, even as the fire crackles before me casting a warm glow across my naked body. As you enter the room you see the smoke rise in an erotic swirl above my head. My hair is shiny clean. Your hand reaches forward eager to touch it. You hold yourself back.

You hear me sigh and a smile crosses your lips. Silently you shut the door behind you. At which point I become aware of your presence is unclear. Is it before I hear the solid click of the lock turning?

I look down at my own hand in surprise. It shakes slightly. I hurriedly place the burning mix of leaves and paper on the ashtray. Slightly fearful I will burn myself. I rest my now clammy hands on my thighs. I attempt to control my breathing, to calm myself.

Your hand rests now on the armrest to my right. I no longer care about my breathing. I am overwhelmed by the heady scent of you. Your aroma, soap and shampoo, or is it your after shave, perhaps even simply deodorant. I sigh with a different feeling now. My eyes close as I allow my sense of smell to rule.

I feel your fingertips cool against my cheek. They move with slow precision along my jaw line. They flicker briefly about my lips, which part and kiss you lightly. You chuckle and my eyes open. I gasp at the intensity of your stare. You look down at my body now and I feel the heat in my cheeks as I shy away from your perusal. You make a light sound with your tongue, a reprimand. I feel your fingers slide to the back of my neck and then you force me to look into your eyes again. I bite my lip, but know better than to turn away.

You smile again and I am at once pleased to have pleased you.

Your other hand moves to cup my breast. The nipple hardens immediately in response. Your thumb brushes against it teasingly before the fingers come around to pinch it hard. I moan. I feel my body respond instantly. The wetness I fear will be obvious and will glisten embarrassingly on the leather chair in which I sit. You pull me forward and I slide easily off the chair and stand before you. I still need to look up to see you. With your one hand still firmly behind my neck you push me down. Silently I obey and kneel before you. I shiver in delight at such strength.

Finally you speak. "You know I dislike smoke little one, I must take it that you deliberately test my will." You do not ask me a question and I am not so untrained as to speak now in the obvious evidence of your displeasure. I keep my gaze lowered, admiring the shiny polished blackness of your boots. You pick up the ashtray and throw it in its' entirety into the fireplace. It shatters. A startling sound, which causes me to jump in fright, followed quickly by the palm of your hand against my cheek. The burn lingers on shockingly even as the momentum causes me to fall to one side.

I feel the tears prick my eyes but I blink them back impatiently. I would expect no less for my misdemeanor.

"Sit up!" You bark impatiently and I struggle to return to my position. Kneeling again before you I keep my eyes lowered and the burn in my cheek still lingering.

Your hands reach for your own pants. I hear you unbuckle and unzip. I know this won't be pleasant for me. You are not allowing me to please you, to undress you. Your black pants slide down your legs and bunch up at your feet. Your hands grab my head and I am pulled unceremoniously forward. I feel the heat of your erection brush my cheek. The musky scent of you makes my nose twitch. You grab my jaw and force my mouth open. Thrusting your thick member between my lips I hear your command, "suck me wench!" I lick your cock head, attempting to please you with my skill; however, skill is not what you desire. Punishment and pleasure is what you desire.

You thrust your cock deep into my mouth making me choke. I detest this lack of control and you know it. You are delighting in it. I lift my hands to your hips in an attempt to push you away, to allow myself to breathe. You withdraw to my temporary delight only to slap my cheek hard again. My hands reach up to cup my cheek but you quickly grab them. I look up in horror realizing how displeased you really are.

I whimper, too late realizing my fate.

Your one hand easily holds my two wrists. Your other hand reaches slowly into your dinner jacket. I hear the metallic sound of the handcuffs. I shiver, but remain silent.

With deft movements you capture one wrist and bending down you pull it behind my back before connecting it to the other. You stand back briefly admiring your prize. In this position my breasts are pushed out, my shoulders pulled back. My eyes are bright with unshed tears.

Your hands return to my head and pull me forward. This time your thrust makes your exact intentions very clear. You will use me entirely for your pleasure and my punishment. I gag around the thickness of you attempting to relax, to make it less of an ordeal. It is as if you realize my intent and you thrust harder, deeper. I feel the bile rising and this too you seem to be aware of, backing off slightly. I cough and gasp for air only to feel you thrust forward again. Finally despite my struggles you come to a regular rhythmic thrusting. I hear your soft grunts of pleasure. Despite my punishment I feel a flush of happiness and pleasure at this.

There is a brisk knock at the door. Your thrusting continues uninterrupted.

"Yes?" You ask even as you use my mouth for you pleasure. "Sir, the guests are arriving..."

"Show them to the library Charles, I will be there shortly..."

I sniffle, aware that you really are using me. Your ability to converse so calmly is proof of it. Your eyes gleam in satisfaction as you see the sadness in my face even as you fuck it with steady strokes. Your thumbs brush my cheeks gently as you continue to plunder my mouth. Your pace quickens now and my cheeks bulge with the fullness of you. Tears fall freely down my cheeks and I feel your cock pulse against my tongue. With a deep grunt of satisfaction I feel your semen splash against the back of my throat. You pull out and the next spasm splashes across my tongue, twice, filling my mouth well.

"Hold it!" You bark at me. I was about to swallow and my eyes bulge as I attempt to do as I'm told. Your eyes narrow as you watch my throat carefully.

"Show me..." You whisper. I open my mouth carefully and show you my mouth full of frothy white.

You nod in approval.

"Follow me... you may show my guests your present from me before swallowing..." You pull up your pants and walk towards the door. I am expected to follow and with trembling legs I manage to rise to my feet. My arms ache for being cuffed behind me. I struggle not to swallow your load.

Quietly and most subserviently I follow you to the library.

The Cigar Bar



I had known Sonya since middle school and all the way up through high school we even kept in touch after we became grads, in more ways then one. We had our share of fun and good times as well as great sex until it was time we went our separate ways with no hard feelings at all it was just our time to move on.

We kept in touch with each other over the years through friends and family sometimes getting to see each other again face to face. Even though our old flame never re-kindled we both knew there was still that special spark there.

After several years and technology grew we began to chat more on-line filling each other in on our past endeavors and current adventures as it were. One summer Sonya informed me she would be up to visit her family for a few weeks and would like to get together, the idea thrilled me to no end. 

Sonya had arrived to spend time with her family having a wonderful time. On several occasions she would text and call me so we could catch up on old times, we made plans to go out one night for drinks.

One night while I was at work I got a text from her saying she was house sitting for a family member alone and had an upsetting call from her husband. I tried to console her but it did not seem to help. As the night went on so did the texting, she seemed more and more upset, I asked her if she wanted me to stop by after work but she was reluctant. As the night wore on she accepted my offer to stop by. 

As I walked in Sonya greeted me like the old friends we were with a hug and kiss on the cheek. She offered me a beer then we sat down on the couch to talk. It seemed a little awkward at first like she was holding back then she lightened up a bit as I made corny jokes. I even helped her with her laptop to find some sites I had told her about. 

As I finished my beer I stood to go toss it in the trash, when I returned Sonya was standing in the middle of the room. The look in her eyes told me what she wanted I stepped right up to her inches away and whispered, "Hi Baby"! 

Our lips touched and arms embraced each other as our tongues swirled in each others mouths. The heat was over the top we both need this so bad! We began to pull each others clothes off till we were naked and sank to the floor not bothering to go to the bedroom. 

Her tits were bigger then I had remembered and her nipples were bullets as I sucked them. My hands made there way down to her fur covered mound where I found her wet slit. I sank a finger in making her moan begging for more. I finger fucked her making her very wet as I sucked her tits. I pulled my fingers out bringing them to my lips to suck her nectar to find it was sweeter then I remembered, returning them to pump her some more only to let her get the next taste!

I was so excited and hot I could not hold back any longer I spread her legs letting my cock find her wet pussy, of which it did and pushed in slowly. We both let out a gasp! She was so wet and I was so pumped up I am almost embarrassed to say I did not last long I filled her hot folds with my cream! 

I pulled out and sucked her titties and rubbed her pussy as she sucked me clean to make sure she came hard also, and then we collapsed on each other. 

When I need to leave I saw the sadness in her eyes, I kissed her holding her cheek and said, "No tears!" 

Our lips met and I felt the warmth of her kiss again, before driving away.

A few days later Sonya and I had time to meet at the bar for drinks. We talked all night long and played darts as she told me about the cigar bar all the wonderful people there. She told me of the owners and that her husband worked there. As the night went on Sonya told me about Cindy the owner's wife and how she was the only one she has trusted with her secrets. 

As the beer flowed we got into a deeper conversation about our encounter a few nights back. We both enjoyed it very much. I asked, "Was that a first for you, having an affair?"

She said, "Yes."

I jokingly said, "So I broke your affair cherry then?" 

Sonya looked into my eyes then said, "You took all my cherries!''

She had never told me that before, it took me by surprise at first. 

"So I was your first back when we dated, and anal also?" I asked.

"Yep!" she replied with a gleam in her eyes. 

I thought back and remembered just how much she loved taking it in the ass! She knew what I was thinking and reached under the table to grip my hard cock through my pants making me jump. We both laughed. 

We ended the night with kisses and hugs in the parking lot, then I stepped it up, I turned her around putting my hands up her shirt and popping her tits from her bra. Even though there were others in the parking lot they were farther off and could not see. Sonya's weak protests did not go far, I pulled her nipples, rolling them in my fingers til they were hard. I lifted her shirt to expose her tits then sucked each in turn. She quickly pulled her shirt back over her tits as more people walked past. Being that we were both married we had no safe haven to go play. We kissed deeply before reluctantly going our separate ways.

All too soon Sonya's vacation was over and she flew back south. We kept in touch with text and Facebook as well as a few special pics now and then. We always got around to sex and talking dirty making each other so hot for each other, the problem was we were so far away from each other. We settled into an on-line relationship for several months. We would keep up with each others daily grind waiting for the weekends allowing us time to have our on-line sex. 

A few months later luck finally found its way to my door step. My sister hit a small lotto and wanted to pay for her sis (my wife) to come see her for two weeks. Some how I convinced my wife to go alone to California and I would drive to Florida to see my cousin in West Palm Beach taking my sailboard equipment to sell while there. I was surprised at how easily she agreed. 

When I e-mailed Sonya about my plans she was exited and scared at the same time. 

My wife flew out early on Wednesday. I had my things already packed in the truck for my trip and I drove straight through to south Florida. Found my hotel and checked in then showered and had a beer while I e-mailed Sonya that I had arrived, before getting some sleep.

I knew I was tired and slept for over twelve hours straight. I had e-mailed my cousin also letting him know I was coming down before I had left and that I needed to sell my surf equipment. He told me he knew who to take it to. When I awoke I sent a text to Sonya letting her know I was going to see my cousin first and take care of the sale. Since Sonya and my cousin lived near each other it worked out very well, I had picked a hotel half way between them. 

I met up with my cousin and we went to the sail shop. As it turned out the shop owner was a very good friend of my cousin and offered me a great deal paying me in cash. Afterwards we returned to my cousin's house to get his wife before going out to dinner, I tried to insist that I get the check but they were going to have no part of it. They even went so far as to insist I check out of my hotel and stay with them, but I respectfully declined.

After dinner we returned to their home and sat on the patio having drinks and talking late into the night. I did end up sleeping in the spare room that night. The next day after breakfast I said that I had to go, that I had others friends to see while on my trip and yet I would try to see them again before heading back up north.

When I returned to my hotel room I checked my e-mail first thing to find several mails from Sonya. It was now early Friday afternoon, I knew Sonya would still be at work which gave me time to chill. As soon as she got off work I got a text, when do I get to see you? It read. I replied, call me when you can.

Seconds later my cell rang, "Hello baby!" I said.

"Hi, it's so good to hear your voice, how are you?" She said.

"I am doing well thank you, when can I see you?" I asked.

"Not soon enough for me!" She replied.

I then asked the fireball question, "Does your hubby know I am in town and intend on seeing you?" 

"Yes, and he is not happy about it!" She said with a distressed tone. 

Sonya had told her husband about our past history from the early years and he was not very trusting.

"So when does he work?" I asked. 

"He works tonight and Saturday night eight to close." She replied before asking why. 

"That would be great we can meet at the cigar bar?" I asked.

"I don't know I would be uncomfortable." She said. 

"You, what about me, I think it is the best place to meet, he can meet me there on his ground and keep an eye on me, and you and I will play the bro sis game." I replied.

Sonya agreed and planned to meet me at nine that night in the lot of the cigar bar. While on the way there Sonya sent me a text, meet me at the Publix grocery, (local grocery chain) before you go to the bar. I found it with ease as it was on my way to the bar and I found her in the lot waiting for me. We both got out of our vehicles and she wrapped her arms around me giving me a deep wet kiss before backing off feeling flushed.

"I just had to have the first kiss!" She said.

"Wow, that's a great start to the night but you know we both have to keep our cool tonight." I said.

"I know that's why I wanted to meet you before so we could get the first kiss in before we went to the bar." She giggled.

We kissed again and I patted her ass before sending her off to the cigar bar. 

We agreed that she would go into the bar alone and I would enter a few minutes later. 

It worked out better then I thought she did not waste any time getting there and getting a drink before she sent me a text, telling me to come into the bar. The place was larger then I though and the pictures on Facebook did not do it justice. I was stunned at the crowed and good looking people also. I got a few odd looks from some as I milled around while I made my way to the bar. I had spotted Sonya soon after I walked in but acted as if I did not. I stepped to the bar and waited to be served when a man approached me. I realized it was the owner for the pic's I had seen on Facebook.

He was a younger guy mid thirties wearing a ball cap with a cigar in one had and a drink in the other. 

"First time here?" he asked with a grin.

I smiled and said, "Yes it is, and you would be Danny!"

That puzzled him. "And how would you know that if it's your first time here?" 

"I have seen your pics on Facebook, and I'm Sonya's friend from up north." I replied.

I could see from the face change he knew who I was at that point.

I held out my hand for him and said, "I'm Marc." 

Danny took my hand and shook it as if we were old friends then flagged one of the bartenders. She was a cute young girl and her name tag read Kris.

Danny told Kris, "Be good to him, he's family!" Then he walked off. I was shocked to say the least! 

Kris asked what I wanted, I told her and she promptly bought it to me then walked off without asking for payment. Now I was confused. 

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, as I turned I saw to my relief it was Sonya.

"Hi!" I exclaimed as if we had not seen each other since her trip. She wrapped her arms around me giving me a big hug, I did not expect that but I hugged her back. 

As she stepped back she said, "It's so nice that you could come down to see me!" The excitement in her voice told me that she had already downed one if not two glasses of wine and was playing the part of sis very well. 

She took me by the hand and led me toward a couple, when they turned Danny and I smiled. Sonya introduced me to them. "This is Danny the owner of the bar with his lovely wife Cindy." Sonya said.

Danny smirked then told Sonya that he and I had already met and that I was set up with a line of credit. With that I got a very surprised look on my face, Sonya gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him he was such a dear. Cindy did not say a word she just looked me over, smiled and gave a nod. 

Cindy looked at Sonya and asked, "Has he met Bill yet?" 

"No not yet." She replied in a nervous tone.

Cindy looked at Sonya then into my eyes before saying, "Let me introduce you to Bill."

Danny had moved on to the other customers as Cindy took my hand leading me to the bar. 

The bar rail seats were full but Cindy whispered into the ear of a couple seated there and they promptly rose from their seats picking up the drinks and moved off allowing Sonya and I to sit down. Cindy stood between us as Bill approached. Cindy made the introductions before Sonya could open here mouth. 

"Bill this is Marc, Sonya's friend and other brother from up north." She said. 

Bill eyed me as I held out my hand before he shook it. He was a big man with a good grip, so I lightened mine to make him feel better. 

Cindy ordered more drinks for us then slipped away with hers just after Bill brought them. Sonya and I had a few more drinks while we chatted at the bar with Bill hovering near, but we were cool with it. Thing's were going well then Sonya saw someone she wanted to talk to. I took the opportunity to find the men's room. 

As I stood up and looked around I did not see the normal sign pointing to the restroom. As I walked around the bar and looked for it I bumped into Cindy.

"Hi honey!" She said with a smile, "You looking for something?"

"Yes," I said, "the restroom actually." 

"Come with me I'll show you where you can go." She said with a grin on her face. 

She took my hand and led me down the hall, unlocking the door to a room that I knew was not the men's room. I walked in behind her and could see it was the office. Cindy then walked over to a door opened it turning on the light. 

"There you go hon." Cindy said.

I stepped past her closing the door behind me I could still hear the music coming from the bar but not as loud of course. I took a well needed piss then washed up before opening the door as I switched the light off. When I stepped from the bathroom I saw Cindy sitting on the edge of the desk swinging her feet. I walked around the office checking out the many décor items before asking Cindy.

"I take it that not everyone gets the executive washroom privileges, what makes me so special?" I asked. 

Cindy said, "Your part of the family and Sonya has told me so much about you, we are very close." 

That got my attention Sonya had never mentioned that she had told Cindy anything about me. So I thought quickly of something she may have told Cindy.

"So what has she told you about me?" I asked.

By now I had made my way around the room and walked up to her as she sat on the desk, I looked into her eyes to see the fiery gleam in them.

Cindy returned my gaze and without blinking said, "She say's you're a great kisser!" 

That caught me by surprise she has said that before, but was it a lucky guess, before I could ask more questions she beat me to the punch.

"So is it true, are you a great kisser?" Cindy asked. 

With the look in her eyes I could only reply one way. 

"There's only one way to find out!" I replied.

I stepped closer to her placing my hands on her thighs to test her reaction, she parted her legs as she pulled me in close, our lips touched the heat was intense and wet. Our tongues took over exploring each other as our hands roamed over each others bodies. I felt bolder letting my hands work her over brushing across her tits, her nipples popped up and stood proud through her dress and I had already noticed she was braless.

We continued to kiss and grope each other and a thought went through my head, if she was braless what were the odds she was with no panties also? We stopped kissing to catch our breath. 

I leaned back and said with a smile, "No bra I see." 

With that Cindy slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders pushing it down over her tits letting them pop into view. She was a nice c-cup and they were firm and round, her nipples were like bullets I caressed them and pinched her nipples making her moan before kissing her again. 

Again I leaned back feeling bolder saying, "So if no bra, what about panties?" 

She had fire in her eyes when she replied, "Only one way to find out!" 

I placed my hands on her thighs at the hem of her tight dress and slowly worked it up as she shifted her legs helping me expose her. Not only were there no panties there was no hair but for a small patch at the top. Her lips were parted just slightly and looked wet, I had to have her.

"Put your tongue to work down there, let's see if you're as good at eating pussy as you are kissing!" She said.

I kissed her lips once more before kissing my way down her body stopping only to work her nipples then moving on to her wet lips. Cindy spread her legs open inviting me to enjoy her wet folds that she splayed before me. I did not disappoint her slowly kissing around her thighs moving closer to her lips before sinking my tongue deep into her hole. I licked, fingered and sucked her making her moan and buck against my face bringing her to the edge of orgasm. 

I pinned her legs back over her body spreading her open fully then dove into her ass with my tongue as I strummed her clit sending her of to a thunderous orgasm that lasted longer then any woman I had been with. Her legs went limp over my shoulders as I kissed her pussy again before standing up. 

To my surprise Cindy quickly sat up and slid off the desk sinking to her knees as she deftly undid my belt, button and zipper yanking my shorts down to my ankles letting my hard cock pop free only to be engulfed deep into her mouth. She was not teasing as she sucked me Cindy, knew how to suck cock and she was not shy about it. 

Cindy sucked me fast and hard, cupping my balls wanting my load. I tried to hold back as long as I could and she sensed that I was resisting, that's when she stepped it up and surprised me. Cindy reached under my balls and tickled my asshole before sinking a finger in causing me to erupt my heavy load of cum deep in her throat. I blasted so hard I thought I would choke her but she took it all gulping it down before going back to suck the last few drops from my cock. 

Cindy stood up smacking her lips before bringing her fingers to her lips to suck them clean, she had them in her pussy while she sucked me off. 

"Your better then Sonya had told me." Cindy said before taking my hand again to lead me to the bathroom to clean us both up. We kissed again before returning to the bar. 

We returned to the bar area with out even being noticed, I walked to the bar and ordered a drink Kris. When she returned I thanked her and she had a large grin on her face and winked at me. I was unsure what brought that on so I just shrugged it off as a friendly server. 

It was then Sonya walked up and asked, "So where have you been?" 

"I had to use the restroom." I replied.

We drank and chatted the rest of the night til it was closing time and we all went our own way. 

When I got to my room I took a shower before getting into bed and that's when I got a text from Sonya. 

It read: I talked to Cindy after you left.

My heart jumped then her second text came in.

We both will pick you up at five pm to take you to dinner before going to the bar. 

OK, sounds good, I texted back.

I was too tired to dwell on it that night I just went to bed and fell asleep.

I slept late the next day and chilled by the pool in the afternoon. The time slipped away from me and it was already five pm before I knew it. I rushed to my room hoping to have time to shower before the girls arrived. I quickly stripped before heading the shower, there was a knock on my door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and quickly pulled on a t-shirt before opening the door to find the girls standing there. They both smiled when they saw my outfit as it were. I stepped back inviting them in. 




The Cigar Bar



"Sorry," I said, "I was off to the shower and am running late." 

I pointed them to the mini bar and said, "Fix a drink I won't be long." 

They looked at each other then walked closer to me, Sonya kissed me deeply. I was shocked that she did so in front of Cindy then to my surprise Cindy kissed me as deeply. 

I stepped back in shock making the girls laugh. Sonya spoke up, "Get your cute ass in the shower!" was all she said. They both swatted my ass as I walked passed them toward the bathroom.

I took my time in the shower making sure I was squeaky clean and to tease them a bit. I dried myself then wrapped the towel around my waist before entering the room. In the rush I had forgotten to grab my clothes.

When I stepped into the bedroom I did not expect to see what was going on at all. Sonya and Cindy were naked going sixty-nine on each other. I stood watching as my cock grew pushing the towel up. I slowly stepped closer to get a better view. Sonya was on the bottom with her leg's spread wide while Cindy licked and fingered her pussy. From the angle it appeared Sonya was doing the same to Cindy.

I was now standing at the foot of the bed where Cindy's head was she looked up then reached out pulling the towel from my waist letting my cock pop free. She looked into my eyes with an evil grin then spit on Sonya's rosebud before reaching out to guide my hard cock into Sonya's tight ass. I knew Sonya loved getting ass fucked.

Cindy licked and sucked Sonya's pussy and clit as I fucked Sonya's ass making her scream into Cindy's pussy. The girls had two or three orgasms before I pulled out and shot my load all over Sonya's pussy and ass as well as Cindy's face. Cindy licked up all the cream before spinning around to share it with Sonya.

The three of us collapsed on the bed breathless. It was only minutes later when Cindy spoke up. 

"Come on, we need to shower quickly to make our dinner reservations!" Cindy said in an urgent voice. 

The three of us showered together playing a bit, even though we were late. Cindy sped us along as we finished and dressed. 

Cindy then told me to pack all my things to be ready to check out. I did as she asked without thinking about it. 

The three of us rode the elevator to the lobby, Sonya and I walked to the street to hail a cab before we noticed Cindy was gone. She soon walked through the doors to join us. Cindy seemed to take control and informed the driver where to go as the three of us played in the back of the cab. 

We arrived at our destination, it was a very nice restaurant, and it was my fortune the girls helped me dress for it. We had a wonderful dinner, and that's when the girls told me of their plans.

Sonya and Cindy had it all planned out, Cindy paid my hotel bill and was having my bags sent to her house. I was going to be Danny's and Cindy's house guest for the rest of my vacation. I was shocked to say the least. Cindy explained that I would be staying in the guest room just off the pool. I tried to object but they were not having any of it. 

I looked at Cindy and asked, "Why?" 

"Sonya needs you!" was all she said.

I turned to look at Sonya reaching my hand out to hold hers. Cindy went on to explain their plans for the night. The three of us were going to the cigar bar for drinks and fun, later the three would take a cab to Cindy's house for the night. When I questioned about Sonya's husband Bill, Cindy reassured Sonya and I both that Danny had him under his control for the night and everything would be good. By the time we left the restaurant we were all feeling no pain, good thing we were using a cab. 

We arrived at the bar just at sunset only to find it packed. Danny met us as we walked in kissing Cindy and Sonya then shook my hand as if we were old friends as he gave me a wink. It seemed everyone was in on the game plan except for Bill and Danny was sure to keep him busy during the night.

We drank the night away and I met many interesting people, bankers, lawyers, executives from large companies, as well as a few athletes. And I was the star of the show with many of them. Several of them flew with my company. I explained that I was a technician on the jets and they began to buy me drinks and ask question about the aircraft. I was open and honest with my comments and kept a professional persona though out all of it. 

Sonya came to my rescue finally as she took my arm excusing us from the group. As we walked away Sonya said, "Do you know that you have been talking to everyone for over an hour!" 

My eyes went wide and then I felt the pressure, I had to piss so badly. Sonya led me away from the crowd catching Cindy's eye. She met us in the hall giving us access to the office. I walked into the bathroom and did not even bother to close the door. The girls could hear me as I emptied my bladder. I washed my hands and face before returning to the office. 

The girls just stood there looking at me smiling not saying a word. "What!" I said. 

They both giggled before reaching to my crotch, I had left my dick hanging out. They both stroked it as they kissed me as well as each other before Cindy said, "It's time for us to go!" 

I did not realize just how drunk I was till I got away from the crowd. Sonya sat me on the couch tucking me back into my pants as she sat beside me. It was then I saw Danny talking to Cindy.

I overheard Danny say "I will cover for you." 

The girls slipped me out the back door as Danny returned to the bar. He explained to Bill that the girls were seeing that I got back to my hotel then the girls were going to their place for the night. Being that Sonya spent the night at Cindy's and Danny's home many a night did not surprise Bill.

The cab ride was short and we were home, well Cindy's home. Best part was that I was not as drunk as I acted, I had only played the part just as Cindy had asked. Funny part was that both the girls believed it as I continued to play the part til they helped me to the guest room just off from the pool.

I saw my bags were already there off to the side as we walked into the room, the girls walked me to the bed to help me lie down. That's when I surprised them, I turned quickly and pushed them both onto the bed. They both looked shocked til I said, "Now its play time ladies!" 

I peeled my clothes off in the best strip tease that I could til I was down to my boxers. The girls sat up as I stepped closer to the bed. They both caressed my thighs, one on each side and brushed their hands up to my growing package. 

Sonya looked at Cindy saying, "Wine, we need wine!" 

Cindy had thought ahead, she had stocked the mini fridge with several bottles. As she popped the cork on one bottle Sonya yanked my boxers down and popped my cock into her mouth giving it a long slow suck. Then Cindy walked up handing us each a glass before filling them with wine. 

Cindy looked at me and said, "I thought you were drunk!" 

"Maybe I should have been an actor." I quipped. 

Sonya giggled then took a gulp of wine before going down on my cock again. That girl really knew what I enjoyed. Cindy and I fell into a deep lip lock as I caressed her and began to peel her clothing off. 

Cindy stepped back and quickly removed the rest of her clothes before coming back to join us. She grabbed me pulling me away from Sonya making a popping sound as my cock sipped from Sonya's mouth. Sonya looked pissed that Cindy pulled me away as if she was stealing me from her.

"This is Sonya's night, we need to take care of her now!" Cindy said with a stern yet playful voice as she looked into my eyes. 

Cindy and I both smiled as we forcefully pushed Sonya back on the bed roughly pulling the clothes off her body. It thrilled her that we were being so aggressive. When she was naked we kissed her body all over making her quiver. Cindy and I then took turns touching, kissing and pleasing Sonya bringing her to the edge before backing off not letting her reach orgasm just to tease her. 

The more we played the more wine we drank. 

Cindy knew how much Sonya wanted me and that I felt the same about Sonya, but Cindy need to cum also, she fell onto her back as she pulled Sonya's face to her pussy, Sonya's was on her knees with her ass in the air, as Sonya licked Cindy I licked Sonya's pussy and ass sinking my fingers deep into her wet lips and ass. Both of the girls had a thunderous orgasm. 

The three of us sprawled on the bed as they recovered. 

Cindy looked into Sonya's eyes, giving her a kiss before saying, "Make his balls ache baby!" Then she stood me up grabbed my hard cock slowly stroking it as her tongue went deep into my mouth. "Fuck her til she can't walk!" Cindy said before slapping my ass. Sonya spun around pulling me onto the bed and onto my back as she mounted me like one of her horses engulfing my hard cock deep into her hot wet pussy. She began to grind her hips on my crotch making her sweet cream ooze over my balls.

Cindy made her way behind Sonya only to lick my balls and finger Sonya's ass til Sonya creamed all over my cock. I could not stop the flow of my sperm as I filled Sonya with my load. 

The three of us collapsed together breathless. 

Cindy was the first to move she got up' poured more wine for the three of us then gave Sonya and I both a deep kiss before saying good night. Sonya and I watched Cindy walk away as her naked ass gleamed in the dim light.

Sonya and I fucked all night til we watched the sun rise.

And I still had two days left before I had to drive home.



The Cigar Room



As they stepped into the crowded bar the pangs if nervousness began to lick at her courage. It took everything she had not to turn and walk away, but as she noted the confidence in his grin she was willed to continue. He held her close to him, squeezing her hand to reassure her that everything would be alright. He felt her take a deep breath and push back her shoulders, her secretive smile never fading as he lead her to a seat at the bar.

She was dressed in a black, backless dress with a lose halter-style front that hardly worked to conceal her pert breasts. The hem of the dress fell just above her knee and her long legs were showcased in black back-seam thigh high stockings and stiletto heels. He dark hair was pinned up with loose tendrils that teased at her creamy shoulders.

Strange eyes moved over her body. Men openly watched her move and smiled hungrily as she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to inch up her thighs. He grinned, seeing her confidence grow, knowing that others coveted what only he could possess. Giggling slightly she slid her hand on his knee and leaned in, whispering, 

"I can't believe we're actually doing this…" He nodded, his eyes feasting over her body, her pouty smile nearly causing him to take her right there. He had fantasized about this night for years, spending hours teasing himself at the idea of taking her in such a manor.

They each ordered a drink and he quietly observed while the men around her blatantly smiled and flirted with her despite his presence. She simply greeted the attention with demure smiles and soft warming of her cheeks before returning her longing gaze to him. His eyes were locked on her. He was eager to have her, feel her body pressed to his. His demeanor was calm as they finished their drinks but inside he was on fire, the anticipation causing him to itch with desire.

Finally, he could take no more, taking her hand in his he stood, leading her through the bar, down a dimly lit hall to an adjoining room. Called The Cigar Room, it was quiet and intimately lit with soft sensual music as it's backdrop. She followed closely behind him to a little nook near the back of the room which was partially concealed behind small partitions. There was a sleek loveseat in the area with a side table next to it which held four, softly scented flickering candles. She watched as he sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled her onto him, so that she now faced him, straddling his lap. He smirked at her soft blush and nervous giggle while his hands inched her dress up her thighs to reveal soft glimpses of skin above her stockings.

"You liked that, didn't you? All of those men looking at you like that…" His tone was matter-of-fact but erotically menacing. As he continued speaking a finger traced up her parted thighs, reveling in the warmth of her sex.

"Mmm, yes. Yes you did. It made you wet, didn't it…"

Relentlessly his fingers toyed with her swollen lips, no panties to deter him, just as he had asked of her. She moaned softly, her inhibitions beginning to melt into pleasure as he endlessly brushed his finger tips over her wet slit. With his free hand he reached behind her, pulling her dress up over her bottom, delighting in the feel of her body quivering against his.

She could see the heads of the other patrons passing by the short partitions but the idea of their being caught only furthered her excitement. His fingers pushed past her heated lips, penetrating her, causing her to gasp slightly. Two fingers were deep inside of her, coated in her excitement when suddenly delicious pain inched down her spine as he yanked her hair, forcing her face close to his. Leaving her sex, he brought his fingers to her lips as he whispered, "lick them." Her eyes locked on his as she eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, licking and suckling them clean of he salty juices. The bulge in his pants was nearing painful as it pressed up between her thighs while he watched her. 

Her hands, as if acting on instinct, moved to free his manhood, quickly unzipping his pants. She fondled and toyed with him amidst her finger tips. The sound of his soft grunt sent shivers down her body and she became more courageous, her moans a bit louder, wrapping her hand around his cock. Neither of them noticed that some of the people around them had stopped to stare, or whisper. Neither of them cared.

Reluctantly his fingers left her mouth to roughly push aside the fabric that toyed at her pert breasts. Like an animal, her pulled her close, latching onto her hard nipple, sucking and hungrily raking his teeth over it. Her hips were grinding into him and he pulled her down, pushing himself into her tight sex. She moaned loudly as he penetrated her, whimpering and breathing his name. A small crowd had gathered to watch the show, people commented and giggled nervously but no one dared speak loud enough to cause them to stop.

He was thrusting deep inside of her, his hands on her hips as she bounced on his cock, begging him to make her cum. It was dirty and erotic, both of them fueling one another's passions. She was moaning, crying out his name as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Shamelessly she rode him, grinding down on him as his eyes were locked on her, watching her unbridled passion. He could feel her body tense against him, her breath quickening and knew she was close to her orgasm. Leaning forward he sucked each erect nipple as he grinded into her, her sensitive clit throbbing against his shaft. The pleasure was dizzying as each approached release, the anticipation sliding up their spines. Cold waves of ecstasy washed through them as they came, clinging to one another, shivering and lost.

She buried her face in his neck, fighting to catch her breath. Leaning back, she opened her eyes and saw the people about them who had witnessed their love-making and she gasped as modesty gripped at her. She then felt his comforting touch as he slid her dress back down her thighs and again concealed her breasts . Smiling softly to him, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned into him, pressing her moist lips to his in an intimate kiss as the crowd softened at their embrace.



The Cigarette



It was Sarani and me at the table, and Wygotzki and Cherkov playing cards by the door, keeping an eye on the dirt track leading up to the cabin. We were waiting for the batch to arrive, but it wouldn't be in for hours. Needless to say, we were bored.

Somehow, we began talking about sex. I don't remember just how it happened, but there I was, laying out the graphic details of my kinky sex life for Sarani. I suppose I was trying to shock her. Like I said, I was bored.

"Kinky girl, huh?"

I shrugged and brought a cigarette to my lips. As I reached for the lighter she grabbed my wrist.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you."

"How else am I going to smoke it?"

"You're not."

"That an order?" I said, arching an eyebrow at her.

Sarani kept her firm grip around my wrist, looking into my eyes. "Do you want it to be?"

My heart skipped a beat. Thing is, Sarani is hot. All lean and sinewy, with small, firm breasts and narrow hips, a flat stomach and abs and biceps to die for. If there was anyone in the group I'd fuck, it'd be her. In a heartbeat.

I looked down at her hand holding my wrist, and then up at her face again, struggling to find a witty retort to her question, one that wouldn't come across as either disinterested or desperate. In the end I opted for silence, but when she released my wrist I took the cigarette out of my mouth and placed it at the table between us as a wordless challenge.

Sarani sipped on her beer, reading the intent in my eyes. I didn't look away. Finally she turned to the two men.

"Wygotzki. You've got the time?"

He glanced at his watch. "Twenty-two hundred. Want me to check in with HQ?"

"Nah. They'll be here when they'll be here. They said midnight, right?"

Wygotski shrugged. "We should be so lucky."

Sarani glanced at the cigarette lying between us, then met my eyes. "You've got a safeword?"

"Jesus."

It made her laugh. She took the cigarette, flipped it over, and stuck it into her breast pocket. "So, want to play?" She might as well have been asking for a beer. Like it was all the same to her.

"Why not?" I said with a shrug, going for the same kind of easy carelessness. "It's not like we've anything better to do."

For a moment the words hung in the air between us. I fiddled with my sleeve, stomach clenching, trying not to think about how much the prospect of a game with her excited me. She leaned forward.

"I've got to warn you, kid. I play rough."

"I like it rough."

"I'll make you cry."

I scoffed. "Good luck."

She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest and watching me with a small smile on her lips. "Stand up."

I stood. Her smile grew predatory and my heartbeat picked up. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs.

"You into pain, Nielsen?"

"Yeah," I said, hoarsely.

She beckoned me around table and caressed my cheek with the back of her tanned hand, then grabbed my chin and turned my face up. "Yeah, what, Nielsen?"

"Yeah, ma'am?" I guessed.

She nodded and let go off my chin. I was both relieved and disappointed.

"Do you enjoy being slapped?"

I nodded.

"Want me to hit you?"

I glanced towards Wygotzki and Cherkov, but she'd kept her voice low enough and they didn't seem to have caught on yet. If it were up to me, I'd have taken this game upstairs, but if Sarani didn't mind their presence I had no intention of letting her think that I did.

"Hell yeah," I said.

Again, that smirk. "Ask nicely."

Acutely aware of the guys only a few feet away I straightened my back, looked Sarani square in the eyes and said: "Please hit me, ma'am."

Sarani backhanded me across the face. It wasn't a hard blow, as such things go, but I turned with it, savoring the heat that rushed through me. I heard a curse over by the door, and from the corner of my eye I could see both of the guys staring at us. I touched the burning cheek with my fingertips and grinned at her.

"That all you can do? My last lover was half your size, and even she wouldn't call that hitting."

Cherkov sniggered, and Wygotzki made some wise-ass comment I barely heard. I kept my gaze on Sarani, whose reaction was the only one that mattered. She stood up, towering over me. I saw her pull her hand back and steadied myself.

The blow sent me staggering back against the table. I knocked over a chair that fell to the floor with a crash. "Fuck, boss!" Wygotzki reached out to steady me. "You trying to break her neck?"

I could taste blood in my mouth, mingled with the sharp, metallic taste of fear. I licked my lips, looking up at Sarani.

"Better?" she asked, sarcasm thick in her voice.

"Oh, yes," I said, without a hint of mockery. "Thank you."

"You're fucked up, Nielsen." Wygotzki helped me to my feet and slapped my back. "Get a room."

Sarani grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me towards her. "Let's go upstairs."

***

It was a small room, just two bunk beds and a window. A place to sleep and walk away from, never looking back. A good place for a casual fuck, only there was nothing casual about what Sarani did to me.

She threw me down to the floor in the narrow space between the beds. My training kicked in and I rolled over my shoulder, coming to my feet without thinking.

"Nice." Sarani covered the stretch of floor between us in two steps and grabbed me by the neck. "But when I throw you down, I expect you to stay down." She pushed me down on knees and elbows, rubbing my face against the floor. When she released me I remained as she'd placed me and closed my eyes, listening to her movements.

"It's a shame I don't have my toys here," I heard her say from somewhere above me. "I guess I'll just have to improvise."

The thought of Sarani improvising made my heart beat faster. I counted my breaths until she hauled my up to my knees and slapped my face several times in rapid succession. It was too much too fast and I got scared then, but she placed her face inches away from mine.

"Remember your safeword?"

I stared blankly at her, dazed from the blows.

"You have a safeword, Nielsen," Sarani said, patiently, as if talking to a small child. "Do you remember it?"

I blinked to clear my eyes and nodded.

"Say it."

"Jesus," I said hoarsely.

"Say it again."

I had no idea where she was going with this, but I was not about to object. "Jesus," I said.

"Remember it. From now on, that's the only way for you to stop this. You can scream and beg and cry all you want, but until I hear you call out for your Lord, it won't make a difference. Got it?"

"Yeah," I said. "Got it."

Sarani pulled me to my feet and ordered me to strip. She'd seen me naked a hundred times before, but this time was different. I suddenly felt nervous to stand naked before her, knowing her gaze would follow the curve of my breasts and my belly and the black hair that covered my cunt. 

Sarani's going to fuck me.

The thought hit me like a mailed fist in my stomach. My breath caught, my cunt clenched, and I felt all feverish all of a sudden.

I ducked my head to keep her from reading the thought in my eyes, and my gaze fell on her hands. Long, slender fingers, hands coarse and calloused, skin tanned dark from long hours in the sun. Her nails were short and smoothly rounded, well kept, the kind that could go all kinds of sensitive places without tearing or cutting.

I fumbled with my shoelaces, then fumbled with the belt, and all the while Sarani watched me, leaning against the wall, arms crossed under her chest, face giving nothing away. I felt myself flush again, uncertain and embarrassed, and as I put aside the last piece of clothing I had to fight the urge to cover myself up.

She crossed the floor and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me savagely. It was all teeth and tongue and the bites brought tears to my eyes. Her free hand roamed my body, caressing my breasts and belly and sliding over my cunt to feel the wetness there. I groaned into her mouth, touched her arms to steady myself. A stinging slap hit my cunt. I gasped. She shoved me up against the wall and grabbed me around the throat, lifting me until I was balancing on the tips of my toes.

"You don't get to touch me, Nielsen," she growled. "You don't get to do nothing I don't tell you to do. All right?"

I nodded.

A slow smile spread on her lips, sending shivers down my spine. She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest again, tapping her fingers against her arm as she watched me thoughtfully. After a while I had to look away, and from the corner of my eye I could see her smile grow.

"Lick my boots."

She gave the order like a challenge, daring me, and I jerked my head up. My gaze darted from her face to her boots and up again. She watched me steadily, lips curving. 

Heat crept up my face as I sank down on my knees before her, awkward and clumsy. Her boots were filthy, covered in caked mud and dust, and there was nothing sexy about it but I did it anyway, tasting dirt and leather on my tongue.

"Good girl," Sarani said.

I flushed with pleasure at the praise, then flushed with shame. I was torn between wanting to please her and wanting to defeat her, prove to her that I was every bit as tough as I'd claimed to be. At least, licking her boots, I didn't have to look her in the eyes.

She lifted my chin with the tip of her boot, then placed her foot against my chest, pushing me up to a kneeling position. "Well, Nielsen. Looks like you'd make a better slave than I thought."

I didn't know whether to be pleased or insulted by her words. I took a breath to mouth off at her, but she put a finger across her lips in a hushing gesture. 

"Uh-uh. I decide if you get to speak."

Another arbitrary rule, another wave of fire rushing through me. The blood was pounding through my sex and I needed to feel her on top of me, inside of me.

Sarani crouched before me and reached one hand between my thighs. I gasped as her fingers found my wet slit. She grabbed my hair with her other hand and pulled me up on my knees. 

"I'm going to fuck you." She turned my head and forced me to look at her. "You're going to look me in the eyes while I do. Afterwards, you're going to thank me for it, and you're going to lick my fingers clean."

I heard a whimper coming from my own throat. She pushed two fingers inside of me, and her thumb pressed against my clit as she started pumping the fingers in and out. I moaned, biting my lip. Sweat trickled down between my breasts.

"One more thing, Nielsen." She pulled out her fingers and stroke my cunt surprisingly gently. "You don't get to move until I say so. Knees apart. Hands on your head."

I scrambled to obey. It was a demanding position and my knees were already starting to hurt. I licked my lips, trying to hold still and wishing she'd get a move on.

"You like this. Don't you?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"Say it." She was still stroking my cunt, rubbing her knuckles against the slit.

"Fuck you."

She slapped my cunt, making me jump. "I don't fuck brats. Be good, or I'll walk out on you."

I didn't think she would. She liked this too; I could see it in her eyes. But the thought of ending the game now terrified me, and I wasn't about to take any chances.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, looking down. "Sorry, ma'am."

She laughed, a wonderful, throaty sound. "That's more like it." Her hand started roaming across my sex again, slipping a finger inside. "Look me in the eyes."

I did.

The finger was joined by a second, then a third. It took all my concentration to keep from bucking my hips towards her. I bit my lip, trying to swallow the moans and keep still, keep eye-contact. She slipped a fourth finger inside, then slowly curled her hand into a fist. I thought I was going to black out. Sweat pearled on my lip and ran into my eyes and I was breathing heavily, feeling the pleasure building up. Every tiny movement of her hand inside of me sent shocks through my body.

"I never said you had to be quiet," Sarani said.

"I-" I gasped. "I can't-"

She smiled and turned her hand. I threw my head back, gasping. "Oh fuck," I said, "oh fuck," clenching and unclenching my fists behind my head, and she pulled out her hand of me slowly, then began fucking me for real. I forgot about her, forgot her orders, forgot everything but the need growing inside me.

***

"Well?" Sarani said, a little later. I was still on my knees, breathing deeply, trying to steady myself. I felt charged, full of energy and a little shaky, not knowing if I wanted to laugh or cry.

I looked up at her. It took me a moment to figure out what she wanted to hear.

"Thank you," I said. "Ma'am." I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand and laughed shakily.

She arched an eyebrow at me. "You think it's over?"

My stomach clenched again at her words and I had to look away.

"I promised to make you cry. Remember?"

I couldn't help it. I tried to bite it back, but the damn smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

"Think that's funny, Nielsen?"

"No, ma'am," I said, but my grin grew in anticipation of whatever she had planned. I turned my face away to hide it, but she caught my chin, forcing me to face her.

"I think you do. Think it's all a laugh, don't you, all fun and games?"

"No, ma'am, I-"

"Did I say you could talk?"

I looked up, confused. "I- No, I-"

"Then why the fuck do I keep hearing your voice?"

"Maybe 'cause you keep asking these stupid questions?"

She didn't hit me, like I figured. Didn't speak. Just raised her eyebrows, and I swear the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. She looked at me until I couldn't take it any longer, and then she looked some more.

"Stand up." Her voice was all ice. "Grab the beds." 

She took off her belt and ran it through her hands. I watched, mesmerized, knowing what was coming and wanting and fearing it in equal measures. 

"What do you think I'm going to do, Nielsen?"

I wet my lips. "Hit me, ma'am."

"That a request?"

I badly wanted to rub my thighs together. "Yes. Please. Ma'am."

"You're going to have to beg a lot prettier than that." She slapped the end of the belt against her open palm; I flinched at the sound of leather on flesh. "Who's in charge here?"

"You are."

"You scared yet?"

"No."

She swung the belt in the air towards me. I flinched.

"Liar."

Sarani stepped up real close to me. Her scent was intoxicating, all leather and sweat and something else, something unmistakably her. She ran the end of the belt down between my breasts, over my belly, avoiding my cunt to caress the inside of my thighs. I might have whimpered. I couldn't figure out whether to pull back or arch towards her.

"I'm going to hurt you." The belt moved up again, tickling my side, my ribs, the sensitive skin underneath my arms. I swallowed thickly. The metal bars were getting slippery under my sweaty palms. "You may scream. If you want to. But I'd rather you didn't. Show me how tough you are, why don't you?" She took a step back, coiling the belt around her hand. "Now. Beg."

I begged. She made as if she wasn't even listening, absently running her fingers over the leather as she examined my body. So I just kept right on, telling her everything I thought she might want to hear, pretty as please, how much I wanted it, needed it, how good I'd be, how I'd make it worth her while, oh, yes, ma'am, I would.

The first lash cut me off mid-sentence as it hit me hard across my thighs. It was sharp, vicious and without pleasure, and suddenly I believed every word about her hurting me, and I mean hurting, for real. I clutched the bed frames hard to keep from screaming, throwing my head back and clenching my teeth.

For the second lash, she made me wait until the tension was so thick I almost cracked under it. I could hear my own ragged breaths, taste the acid fear in my mouth. Every time she shifted, I winced. When it finally came it felt like mercy, and then the strokes fell on me like soft summer rain, light and rapid, making my skin tingle. 

I might have laughed. I might have cursed her. The intensity picked up, harder, faster, and then I was floating, falling, out of my body and out of myself. It was glorious, every blow pushing me higher, further, my head spinning.

The slap across my face came out of nowhere. Wasn't hard, as such things go. The room shifted back into focus, the beds, me, Sarani. It hit me like a bucket of icy water over my head, and something cracked somewhere. Don't know how to describe it. Felt like a fucking switch being thrown in my head; one moment everything was bliss and glory, and then I was crying like a fucking baby, having never felt so lost and so miserable.

Sarani, the bitch, just tilted her head and looked at me with that self-satisfied little smirk on her lips, the unspoken "told you so" thick in the air between us.

So I hit her.

Or actually, I tried to hit her. She caught my wrist easily enough, and instead of shoving me away she pulled me into a rough embrace, pressing me towards her, rocking me and murmuring nonsense in my ear. Just made the crying worse, I can tell you that.

I don't know how long we stood like that, her hugging me towards her, me fighting to hit her and fighting to get away and fighting to hold on and calling her all kinds of vicious names, cursing her in every single way I'd ever heard and some that I probably made up on the spot and wouldn't repeat now if my life depended on it.

Eventually I stopped crying. There was this strange calm, that lasted for all about ten seconds, until I remembered where I was, and with whom, and what a fool I'd made of myself.

I began to pull away, opening my mouth to apologize.

"No," Sarani said, her voice gentle, but leaving no doubt as to who was in charge here.

"I don't-"

She pushed me back far enough to look at me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet her gaze. "You want to safeword out of it?"

It's funny how the body works. Two seconds earlier, hot kinky sex had been the furthest thing from my mind, but with one simple question she made it all come back to me. Like some damned quick-start button. I felt my body respond, instantly, to the threat and the challenge.

I looked at her hands. At the belt on the floor. Then into her eyes again, and realized there was no way, no way I was going to let her win this thing, no way I was going to be the one to call quits. I hadn't even got to taste her. I wanted to taste her so bad I could feel it in my mouth.

"No, ma'am," I said, a little hoarser than I would have wanted.

"That means you do what I say." She stood up. I began to join her but she pointed at the floor and said: "Stay."

God, I wish it didn't turn me on like it did. So I stayed on the floor like a well-trained dog and watched as she pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it on the bed. Underneath she wore a plain black sports bra that flattened her chest, making it look almost boyish. She reached for the fly of her worn blue jeans, then paused and looked at me.

"Would you like to show me how good you can be?"

I nodded.

"You know what I want from you. Don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, ma'am. Please, ma'am. I'd like to. Please."

"All right." She crossed her hands over her chest. "Take off my shoes."

I noticed my hands were shaking as I loosened the laces. She lifted her feet, one at a time, and I pulled off the shoes as gently as I could, blushing as I remembered how I'd been down here just a little while ago, licking them at her orders.

If the guys ever learned about this, I'd never live it down.

"Put your hands on your back."

She used her belt to restrain me, then stood back again to watch.

"You look good like that. Girl like you is clearly wasted on her feet."

Just when I'd thought I couldn't feel more shamed. What do you even say to something like that? I opened my mouth, then shut it again, looking down. Feeling oddly flattered and humiliated at the same time.




The Cigarette



"I believe I just gave you a compliment," Sarani said, dryly. "What do you say?"

"I-" Even after everything she'd made me do, I still choked at the words. "Thank you, ma'am."

"I think it's time we called things for what they really are. Don't you?"

There didn't seem to be more than one possible answer, but I dreaded finding out where she was going with this. I nodded, throat suddenly constricted.

"You like being naked on your knees before me, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'd like you to look into my eyes when we have this conversation."

I couldn't. I just couldn't. I'd rather die. "Please-"

"Are you a coward, then? A little hypocrite?"

"Fuck you!" I snapped, looking up. "You've no right to-"

"No?" Her voice got scary silky. "You gave me the right. Remember?"

I'd never walked on thin ice and felt it crack under my feet, but I imagined it would feel something like this. It occurred to me that she would keep doing this, keep handing me just enough rope to hang myself with.

"Is your cunt wet?"

I forced myself to meet her gaze. "Yes."

"Do you think it says something about you, that you get off on this? Kneeling, crawling, licking my boots, begging me to hurt you, begging me to touch you. Just begging, really. What's up with that?"

I couldn't answer. There was no words for this, no explanations, no reasons. I just watched her, helplessly, silently pleading with her to let me off the hook.

"You look pathetic. And delicious. I can't even tell you how hot it is to see you like that, all desperate and horny and terrified and eager to obey. Spread your legs. Good. You look like a cheap whore."

"Please," I whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please don't make me-- don't--"

"I'm going to make you do whatever I want to. That's the deal, isn't it? It's what you want. Isn't it?"

I swallowed thickly. "Yes."

"You want me to treat you like dirt, don't you? You want me to humiliate you."

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Not good enough. Look me in the eyes and say it."

It took all of my pride and all of my courage to meet her gaze and force the words out. "Yes. I want it."

"Ask for it."

"Please-" I took a pained breath. "Please humiliate me. Ma'am."

"Why?"

"I want it. I need it. Please. It gets me off. Please."

"I don't know. I'm hearing a lot about you here. What's in it for me?"

She must have seen the disbelief in my eyes. I considered and discarded half a dozen of snarky retorts, and finally settled for the easy out: "What do you want?"

She smiled. It was the kind of slow, cruel, deliberate smile that can turn a girl's insides to ice. She reached out and touched my face, gently. Then she spat in my face.

I'd have recoiled in shock and disgust if she hadn't grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and held me.

"Say 'thank you'."

I opened my mouth but couldn't force the words out. She crouched down until we were at eye level, leaned forward and licked the spit from my face. It could have been kindness, I guess, but it felt horrible, invasive and shameful, and just when I was trying to figure out how to deal with it her fingers reached my wet cunt and started stroking it, never penetrating, just coating her hand with my juices. I whimpered, pushing my cunt towards her.

Sarani laughed. "There's just no stopping you, is there? Look at the mess you made." She held up her glistening fingers for me to see. The scent of my own cunt was undeniable, and I couldn't even pull away from it, the way she held me. She wiped her wet fingers against my face, then held them up to my mouth. "Lick them clean. Impress me, and maybe I'll let you lick my cunt too."

There is an art to sucking a woman's fingers. You want to do it so well, so thoroughly, and with enough gentle pressure that they can't help but start imagining what it would be like to have a cock. It's one of my biggest turn-ons. It's nonsensical, of course. You can't make her come by sucking her fingers, but by putting everything you have into it, you can make it a demonstration of your willingness to serve, a proof of your skills, a tease and a promise all in one.

I licked her fingers, taking them into my mouth one after the other, sucking them, playing with my tongue, careful to keep my teeth away. I could tell that she liked it from the way she allowed me to linger over the task, sucking, kissing and licking long after any trace of my pussy juice was gone.

"Enough." Her voice was hoarse. She stepped back and eased her jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. Her cunt was covered in curly brown hair, and I was close enough to see that I wasn't the only one getting off on this. I drank in the sight of her, muscular calves, the soft, pale hairs on her legs, the long, thin scar on her left thigh, her flat stomach.

"Please, ma'am," I whispered. "Let me taste you. I want to touch you so bad."

"What part of 'I decide if you get to speak' don't you understand?" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I could smell her strong, musky scent. I wanted to grab her thighs and bury my face between her legs, but the belt held my arms firmly trapped behind my back.

"You're just a toy, Nielsen. You think I give a damn what you want?" She straddled me so that he cunt was inches away from my face. "Stick out your tongue."

I obeyed. She brushed her cunt against my tongue, damp and hot like a fever, her curly hairs tickling my nose and lips. I whimpered as she began rubbing against me, using my face like toy to get her off. I was used to licking pussy, but this was something different. My knees were aching, and my neck was starting to hurt from craning, but she held me fixed in place, hand tangled in my hair, legs on either side of me. I struggled to breathe as she smothered me with her cunt and the taste of her filled my mouth. My whole face was covered in her juices, and as she began to groan and grind her cunt harder against my face I heard myself whimpering and moaning in response, my empty pussy desperate for stimulation.

I have never felt as used in my life.

She shuddered when she came, and I felt the tension melt out of her body as she released my hair and took a step back. I swallowed thickly, licking my lips. I knew I must look a mess, face all flushed, sticky and glistening with her juices, with pubic hair in my mouth. 

I expected her to mock me for it, but she turned her back on me like I wasn't even there and began to get dressed. She put on her boxers and jeans and pulled her hair back in the usual neat ponytail.

I made a distraught noise, and she shot my a glance over my shoulder. "What? Were you expecting me to fuck you now?"

There was so much condescension in her voice that I blushed. She sat down at the lower bunk and pulled on her boots, giving me these considering glances.

"Oh, what the hell." Sarani snapped her fingers at me. "Get over here."

I went to her on my knees, arms still tied together behind my back. In truth, it didn't even occur to me to get up, and she probably would have snapped my head off if I'd tried.

Sarani wiped my mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at her hand and grimaced. "You need a shower." She wiped her fingers across my chest, making me feel even more filthy. Still I couldn't help but lean into the touch. A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She stroked my breasts, first one, then the other, running her nails over my nipples, making them harden. 

"Did I ever mention what my favorite game is?"

I looked up at her, questioning. She tugged at my nipples, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers, alternating between making me gasp in pleasure and wince in pain.

"Tease and denial." She grinned at the look on my face. "Imagine what it would be like to feel like this, all the time? To dream of sex every night? To wake up and find yourself grinding your cunt against the mattress? To not be able to think of anything other than being pounded by a thick, hard cock, having all your holes filled, being covered in cum and begging for more?"

She kicked my legs apart and placed one foot between my thighs, pressing the steel-capped toe against my cunt. I grunted and very carefully did not move, watching her with desperate, pleading eyes.

"You're lucky I need you to be able to focus tonight. So, here's the deal. When I say 'go', you're going to rub your cunt against my boot and make yourself come. We both know you're nothing but a whore, so there's not point in trying to keep the noise down. But this is the only time I'll ever let you off the hook this easy. If you play with me again, you'll learn what it means to have to work for your pleasure. All right?"

I nodded, too desperate and horny to think beyond the possibility that there might be another time with her.

"Go."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked myself on her boot as she watched me, amused by the way I writhed and moaned, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. It didn't take long for me to come.

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Well done, Nielsen. I'm pleased with you."

***

It took me a while to clean myself up. After making sure that I was okay and there was nothing I needed, Sarani kissed me and left me alone, only pausing in the doorway to tell me that she hadn't had as much fun in months.

There was no shower in the cabin, but I went into the bathroom and washed myself at the sink, replaying the events of the night over and over in my head. There were some bruises on my arms, thighs and back, but nothing that would show under my clothes. I was suddenly ravenously hungry.

When I got back downstairs, Wygotzki and Cherkov greeted me with wolf whistles and a round of applause that made me want to sink through the floor. Cherkov slapped my back and I fought to hide the wince. Over his shoulder, Sarani grinned at me.

"There's some sandwiches on the counter. We're moving out in thirty minutes."

"Got it," I said.

I finished three sandwiches in a matter of minutes, earning myself another impressed whistle.

"Hey, Nielsen?"

I looked up. Sarani pulled something from her front pocket and held it out to me. It was the cigarette she'd confiscated earlier.

"Go ahead," she said with a nod. "You've earned it."

She leaned over and lit it for me, and I sat back and closed my eyes, taking a deep drag. No cigarette had ever tasted as sweet.



The Cigarslut



I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip.

"Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?"

He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible."

"Incredibly edible, I hope," I said archly. I crossed the room to the table, my ass swaying erotically. I took a long, thick double-corona, a Partagas, from the humidor, unwrapped it and placed it in the center of my lipsticked mouth.

"Got a light, lover?"

He put his cigar back in his mouth and drew deeply. "Come here," he said thickly.

I did as I was told and bent over him, the deep-cut gown exposing my full breasts. He lit my cigar with a silver-chased lighter and, as I drew the fragrant smoke deep into my lungs, he slid his hand into the hip-length slit on the side of my gown, up my satin-smooth thigh to my crotch. His hand cupped me there and found my stiffening she-cock and smoothly-shaved, full and heavy femme testicles. He drew the gown aside and gazed at his discovery, his lips wet with anticipation.

"Oooh, suck me, darling," I purred. I puffed lasciviously on my cigar as he leaned forward and engulfed my big girl-dick with his mouth. There I stood, smoking a big cigar as he sucked on my stiff, throbbing she-cock; gowned in black satin, wearing six-inch black patent stiletto heels and shoulder length black cire' fingerless gloves that showed off my long red nails. I wore a wig in frosted honey-blonde, very full and teased into an enormous bouffant. My face was heavily, whorishly made up with long false eyelashes and multiple shades of eyeshadow in cinnamon, russet, gold and smoky beige. Beneath that slinky gown, I wore a tightly-laced, heavily-boned corset of black satin, cinched down to a firm 26 inches. My full breasts were supported by an old-fashioned, circular-stitch sling bra, the better to expose my nipples.

In all, I felt like a complete slut. And loved it.

He took his mouth away from my she-cock and puffed deeply on his cigar. "I want you, Michelle," he said. Another deep drag and he blew the smoke over my throbbing female penis. "I want to fuck you."

I inhaled deeply of my own cigar and blew the smoke in his face; a challenge. "Umm, that would be delightful, sweetheart. I want your big dick deep in my cunt-ass. But first: I want to smoke your cock. I wanna give you a cigar blow-job."

He leaned back in the chair and unzipped his pants. I knelt, puffing on my cigar and pulled out his huge dick. The head was rounded and thick and a lovely shade of purplish-red. I inhaled deeply on my cigar and blew smoke over it and then bent my head to kiss the swollen glans. Puckering my red lips, I slid his big cock into my mouth. Although it was a good eight inches in length and perhaps five in circumference, I had no trouble taking the whole length down my throat for I am an excellent cocksucker, especially when I am smoking a cigar. My distended ruby lips reached the base of his shaft and I began to pump my blonde head up and down, slowly at first, then faster. As I sucked him, I looked up into his face to see how he was enjoying it. He face was flushed and his eyes closed as he continued to smoke his cigar while I sucked his cock.

I felt wonderfully feminine, sucking a man's cock as he smoked his cigar, submissive yet somehow in control. The aroma of our cigars filled the room, mingling with the musky odor of his genitals and my perfume, exciting me even more. I paused to take a deep drag off my cigar then pumped my mouth faster on his fat penis, exhaling a double stream of cigar smoke out my nose, surrounding his crotch with smoke. I wanted his cum in my mouth so much, to taste his male juices and know that I was his woman; his bitch.

He dick began pulsing in my mouth as I sucked and I knew that he was close to climax. I pulled back to kiss and lick the tip of it when he moaned and clutched the top of my head. Suddenly, his cock twitched and began to spurt warm globs of sticky, salty semen into my mouth. At the third or fourth spurt, I deep-throated him and let the warm, rich ejaculate shoot down my throat. I gulped and swallowed, trying to catch it all. It tasted heavenly!

Amazingly, when I withdrew, he was still erect. "Oh, my," I said, licking my lips. "That was lovely. Do you want to fuck me, darling?"

He nodded. "God, yes," he said. "More than anything." He stood, unbuttoning his shirt. I touched up my lipstick a bit and then relit my cigar, watching him as he finished undressing. His dick remained erect, almost vertical and flat against his belly. He laid down on the bed and, exhaling a big cloud of blue cigar smoke, said:

"Strip for me, bitch. Smoke your cigar while you undress. Let me see those big tits of yours. Let me see that big, fuckin' she-cock."

I smiled and submissively did as I was told. I placed the big cigar in the center of my red, pouting lips, puckering my mouth around the thick butt and puffing gently on it, savoring the exquisite flavor as I inhaled. Swaying back and forth, I unzipped my gown and slowly let it fall, exposing my DD breasts. The gown fell to the floor in a shiny black puddle of expensive fabric around the gleaming heels of my stilettos. I drew deeply on my cigar and blew a huge cloud of aromatic blue smoke at him, feeling my she-cock stiffen and my nipples grow hard.

"Walk around," he said. His voice was thick with lust. "Play with yourself and smoke your cigar. Act like a slut for me, Michelle."

"I don't have to act, darling." With the cigar dangling out of my mouth, I cupped my tits and tweaked the big, meaty nipples with my long red nails. "I am a slut. Your slut. Your cigarslut."

I did what I was told; an obedient whore. I strolled across the room, back and forth in my six-inch heels, my ass swinging sexily; a blonde Amazon transexual over six feet tall. I pouted at him and puffed lewdly on my cigar, fondling my big tits and jerking gently at my stiff she-cock. I felt superb; displaying myself to my man, showing him my big boobs and girl-dick while I smoked a long thick cigar. My balls felt tight and full of cum and my big tits encased in that sexy, open-front bra jiggled invitingly as I strutted for him. I puffed on my big cigar, inhaling it deeply and tasted the heavenly flavor of it across my painted lips and my she-cock grew so very hard in anticipation of what he was about to do to me.

At last, he said, "Come here, you fuckin' cunt. Lay down next to me and take what I have for you."

I strutted over to the bed and slid down next to him. He put his cigar in the ashtray and, putting his arms around me, drew me closer and kissed me deeply. His thick tongue jabbed into my mouth and I sucked on it, savoring the taste of expensive tobacco as he frenched me.

He rolled me over and knelt, spreading my legs. He smeared a dab of lube on the head of his big cock and placed the head at the entrance to my cunt-ass. I put the cigar in my mouth and resumed smoking as he slowly entered me, the long, thick, delicious length of his enormous shaft distending my rectum, filling me up. I sighed in delight, exhaling a fragrant cloud of cigar smoke across my full bosom.

"Oh, fuck me, darling. Pump my pussy-ass. Stick your cock inside me, baby! I am your whore, your cigarslut fuck-bitch and I want your cum in me."

He grunted in pleasure as he fucked me, deeper now, his balls slapping against my ass. I puffed languidly on my cigar and spread my legs wide, wrapping them around his muscular torso, pulling him ever so deeply into me. He was hitting bottom regularly, the head of his enormous cock slamming against the interior of my cunt-ass. My rigid she-cock was clamped between us, rubbing against the smooth satin of my corset, driving me wild with lust. He fucked me with deep long strokes as I smoked my cigar. I was a blonde tranny-slut enjoying the forbidden pleasures of anal intercourse, a cigar-smoking she-male whore humping like a bitch in heat beneath my man as he pounded deep into me and I loved it more than anything. It was what I was made for, what I had always wanted to be; a complete slut, a sex-toy for a man with a big cock, a cigar-smoking, bosomy blonde she-male whore.

I puffed my cigar, taking a deep pull off it and then frenching his mouth to exhale a big lung-full into him. We fucked for what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than fifteen minutes, my silky legs wrapped around him, his big cock up my tight, wet cunt-ass, a long thick cigar in my full red lips and it was certain that both of us were in complete and total ecstasy.

His strokes increased in speed. His eyes closed as I began to whisper obscenities in his ear between long, languid drags on my cigar.

"Fuck me, darling! Fill me up with your big cock! Cum in me! I need your hot sperm inside me. Shoot off in my tight little ass-pussy while I smoke my cigar! Fuck me good, big man! Give me a big butt-full of your hot cum! Fuck me while I smoke a cigar!"

He moaned in delight and savagely slammed into me. His back arched, his hands clutched my breasts convulsively and then he was shooting his cum deep into me. I felt his hot, wet load erupt in my bowels as I drew deeply on my cigar. I slid my long-nailed fingers into his hair, pulled his face to mine and exhaled a lung-full of rich, fragrant cigar smoke into his mouth, my tongue squirming wetly against his as he spasmed again and again, filling my insides with warm semen, spurting his creamy cum into my rectum.

He collapsed atop me, burying his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling. I relaxed, spreading my legs and then noticed something I couldn't quite believe.

"My god," I said huskily. "Are you still hard?"

"Uh-huh," he muttered. His mouth was at my nipple, licking and sucking at the tip of my left boob. Electric waves of pleasure tingled through my body as he gently bit at my tit. "So are you, I notice."

I laughed throatily. "Well, I haven't had an opportunity to cum, yet. What do you plan to do about that, stud?"

He reached a hand between us and began to slowly masturbate me."What would you like, bitch? Wanna take me up the ass? Fuck my face?"

I pulled gently at my cigar and exhaled thoughtfully. "I think I would like to stick my cock into your mouth and make you swallow my cum."

"Can't rape the willing, bitch." He pulled his enormous penis out of me and I felt his semen dribble out of my asshole as it slowly contracted.

"Then suck my cock, honey. Give me a blow-job while I smoke this cigar."

"Mmm, you say the cutest things," he said as he bent to take my she-cock in his mouth. I spread my long, lovely legs and let him go to work on my throbbing hard-on. There was a mirror on the ceiling and I watched as he blew me; a tall, sexy blonde Venus with a penis, dressed in black satin, smoking a cigar while a man sucked her she-cock. It was so delightfully perverse, so exquisitely, incredibly sexual that I moaned softly as I exhaled a long, sensuous plume of cigar smoke, cupping my breasts, feeling his warm, wet mouth descend in a tight ring toward the base of my straining shaft.

He slid three fingers into my cunt-ass and began to finger-fuck me, churning the cum in my pussy into a white, creamy froth. His mouth slid up and down on my rigid boner, sending waves of pleasure through me. His other hand came up to grasp the base of the shaft and cup my smooth, hairless balls. I gasped in delight as his mouth came down, swallowing my she-cock whole, engulfing it completely.

"Oh god, baby, that feels so good! I'm gonna cum, darling!"

He grunted, his mouth busy. I moaned again from the sheer ecstasy of it and took another deep drag on my cigar and left it in my mouth to dangle saucily to one side of my painted lips. On the ceiling, a blonde she-male dressed in black satin with a thick, half-smoked cigar hanging from her mouth exhaled lewdly as her long red-nailed fingers twinned themselves in her lover's hair.

I bucked my hips up and down, frantic for orgasm and rammed my stiff female shaft deeper down his throat. The end of my half-smoked cigar glowed brightly as I puffed on it, taking the delicious smoke deep into my lungs, feeling the heady rush drive me closer to climax.

"I'm cumming, baby! Suck my cock, darling! Oh, I'm going to shoot my load into your mouth!"

A hot, wet surge that started at the base of my swollen testicles fountained out the tip of my rock-hard girl-dick and spurted into his mouth. I inhaled deeply on my cigar as he jammed his fingers deep into my soft, wet cunt-ass, his hand and mouth milking the creamy sperm from my girl-cock. Five, six, seven times I ejaculated, sending thick globs of silky white she-semen spurting into his insatiable mouth. He swallowed greedily, slurping my salty juices as he sucked the last of the cum from my thick, feminine penis.

"Aaah, that was marvelous, sweetheart." I took a long, sensuous drag from the cigar and noticed that most of it had been smoked away. "Um, why don't you go light us a couple more cigars and then come lay beside me? There's two Jeroboams on my makeup table. I'm in the mood for a cigar as big as your beautiful dick." I rose up on one elbow as he got up, licking his lips and noticed that he was again erect. "God, are you ever satisfied? I suppose you want to fuck me again?"

He lit one enormous cigar, puffing on it 'till the end was a glowing red and then lit another, surrounding his head with fragrant blue smoke. "Yeah, that would be great. Can your ass take it?"

I smiled at him and drew my nylon-clad legs up to my breasts to expose my swollen cunt-ass to him. Semen was still dribbling from it and the cum-smeared entrance puckered invitingly at him.

"Darling, I can take as much cock as you're willing to give me. But if you want me again, I must insist I that I get on top."

He approached the bed and put the huge cigar into my wet, red mouth. "Sounds good,' he said. "You do all the work for a change. Maybe you'd like to fuck me?"

I smiled again. "It is a man's place to fuck a woman, even if the woman has a cock between her legs and not a cunt."

"You are a cunt," he said.

"Why, thank you, darling. How nice of you to say so."

I rose from the bed and let him lie down. He smoked his cigar, stroking his big prick, watching me as I redid my makeup. A little power on my nose, some lipstick; most of which had been smeared away by his passionate kisses, a quick spray of perfume between my tits and I was ready for him again. I puckered my mouth and placed the cigar in the middle of my full, red lips, taking a deep, lung-filling drag, feeling the heady rush of fragrant smoke excite me, making my nipples hard.

I turned to face him. My she-cock had come erect again as I reapplied my makeup and now jutted obscenely outward, a full eight inches of stiff, thick feminine hard-on sticking out from under my tightly laced corset, aimed directly between his eyes. I placed both hands on my hips, thumbs forward, and strolled sexily toward him in my spike heels, puffing on my huge cigar, my round, full tits jiggling deliciously in my sling bra and my erect she-cock bobbing lewdly up and down as I rolled my hips like a cheap whore. He stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, puffing deeply on his cigar and I knew he was mesmerized by the sight of a beautiful woman with big breasts and a big cock, smoking a huge cigar.

The fragrance of our enormous cigars mingled with my perfume and stiffened my she-cock even more, turning the mushroom-shaped head a deep red. A silvery drop of pre-cum crowned it, begging to be licked. As I strutted toward him, I could feel the last of his cum dribble from my cunt-ass and roll down the back of my nylons. I let it drip. I love to feel my man's cum drip out of my hole.

I paused and struck a pose, letting him admire me; a tall, blonde goddess wearing a tight-laced, black satin corset, gloves that displayed her long, crimson, claw-like nails, silky sheer, opera-length full-fashioned nylons and six-inch stiletto heels; the original CFM pumps that turn boys into men and makes men weak in the knees. My big breasts strained at the black nylon sling bra that supported them without concealing them and my thick she-cock jutted lewdly from between my long, shapely legs, much as the enormous cigar I was smoking jutted from my full-lipped, red-painted mouth.

"I want your cock in me, darling," I said huskily, the big cigar hanging from the side of my mouth, its thick butt already coated with my lipstick. "I want to sit on your cock and take it deep within my cunt-ass. I want you to fuck me, pump me deeply and squirt your hot cum up inside me while I smoke this big, fuckin' cigar. I want to be your sex toy, darling. I want to be your blonde, big-breasted bimbo with a boner, your cigar-smoking whore. Fuck me, darling. Make me your cigar-whore. Fuck me hard and make me cum like a whore while I smoke my cigar."

His hand was gently stroking his enormous erection as I climbed atop him. Slowly, very slowly, I placed my rump over him and lowered myself onto his stiff cock. I felt the head slide into my entrance as he palmed my asscheeks, spreading them while he held his cigar firmly between his teeth. Inch by inch, I worked the entire length of his magnificent penis into my cunt-ass until I had taken the fullness of it, my entire body quivering with pleasure, my nipples erect and prominent, my she-cock stiff and hard with anticipation.

I relaxed, inhaling deeply on the huge cigar jutting from my lipsticked mouth and allowed my ass to settle in contact with his belly and then I began to slowly grind my hips in a tight circle, flexing my muscles and causing him to moan around the end of his cigar and grip my corseted waist in ecstasy. Slowly, I increased the tempo until I was bumping and grinding like the finest stripper who ever bared her tits to an audience of sex-crazed men, my ass swinging in a tight figure-eight that soon had him groaning around the butt of his cigar.

I puffed lewdly on my own cigar, inhaling deeply of the rich smoke, then exhaling thick clouds of fragrant bluish-white into the air as I masturbated for him, my long, slender fingers tipped with ruby-red claws flashing back and forth, up and down over the shaft of my stiff she-cock, moaning lasciviously as his huge member slid all the way into my cunt-ass. I was in heaven; penetrated to the fullest by my man, a long, thick cigar in my mouth, the aroma of expensive tobacco and exotic perfume and the warm, musky odor of sex filling my nose. I felt complete and completely fulfilled; the ultimate sex toy for a wonderful man, a man who had always treated me like the queen I am and I loved every sexy moment of it!

I added a deep, heart-stopping thrust to the motion of my ass, making him groan even louder and he began to buck beneath me, working his big fuckstick deeper into me. Had I not been so wet and ready for him, it could have split me in two. Instead, I felt joined immeasurably with him, as if we were but one lust-driven creature, obsessed with the pursuit of a thunderous climax, the Ultimate Orgasm.

I placed one long-nailed hand upon his broad chest and leaned forward to blow a long stream of silky cigar smoke into his face. He opened his mouth to receive it and I leaned closer and stuck my tongue into his mouth. He caught it gently between his teeth and sucked on it so I frenched him for a time as he fucked me, my distended cunt-ass pulsing in waves of pure pleasure as his long, thick boner slid in and out of me. Our tongues squirmed wetly together, the mingled taste of our cigars only exciting us more as we fucked.

He released my tongue and I leaned back, really letting go with all that I had, my ass bouncing up and down on his throbbing meat, my right hand almost a blur of furious motion on my stiff she-cock as I jerked off. I inhaled deeply on the jeroboam, the rich, creamy smoke filling my lungs, stiffening my she-cock even more. Cupping my big tits, I squeezed my nipples hard as I exhaled through my nose, twin plumes of delicious cigar smoke jetting from my nostrils, feeling my climax building within me, a potential geyser of warm, sticky-sweet she-cum I knew he longed for. I knew he could feel it as well when he began to arch his back and slam his shaft deeper into me. I began to whisper obscenities to him in a breathy, sexy, little-girl voice, lisping around the thick butt of the enormous cigar dangling from my glossy red lips. I can't help it. I always talk dirty when my man fucks me good. I feel like such a slut when I smoke a cigar and he fucks me like this, his big cock all the way inside my cunt-ass, that I have to talk dirty to him:




The Cigarslut



"Oh, give it to me, baby! Fuck me, daddy! Gimme your big dick! Cum in me, honey! Shoot your hot, creamy load deep into me while inhale this cigar! I want your sperm, daddy! I'm your whore, your own blonde fuck-bitch, a cigar-smokin' slutty shemale and I want your hot, wet load in my cunt-ass! Screw me deep and hard, honey! Fuck my tight ass-pussy while I smoke a cigar, daddy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! Fuck me hard and cum in me, baby! Fuck my cunt and cum in me while I'm smoking a cigar and make me shoot my girl-cum all over you! I'm your cigar-whore, darling! Fuck me!"

With a sound that was half-roar and half-groan, he ejaculated into me. I could feel his climax as a warm slippery flood that spewed deep into me, a veritable Niagra of male juices that drove me over the edge and into the Void. It filled me so much that Time seemed to stop for one breathless, smoky second as my she-cock quivered and twitched and shot a warm, silky stream of she-cum into the air and across his broad, sweat-shiny chest in a silvery river. His giant prick continued to pump semen into my cunt-ass and there was so much of it that I could feel it slip out past the puckered ring of my entrance, exciting me unbelievably. I puffed deeply on my cigar while I milked his dick with my ass muscles as I milked my own she-cock, squirting big globs of my girl-sperm onto his belly. I took the cigar out of my mouth and rubbed the lipsticked-stained butt in the creamy flood, then put it back in my mouth and puffed on it, savoring the taste of expensive tobacco and salty she-sperm. I scooped some of it up on the tips of my long nails and offered him some and he eagerly licked them clean. I scooped some more and rubbed cum on my big tits, smearing my cream across my erect nipples as I pumped my last shots onto him, his cock spurting the final remnants of his load within my pulsing cunt-ass.

Eventually we slowed, our breathing the only sound in the bedroom, and I took a lung-filling, soul-satisfying drag on my cigar, exhaling the delicious, fragrant smoke into the hazy, blue air of the bedroom. It was done, yet it had only begun and I knew that I wanted this moment to last forever. But there would be other moments as rich and satisfying and, deep within me, I felt a twitch of anticipation.

"Next time," I said. "I want you to fuck my tits." 

THE END