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The Look

By: odubhslaine



I dab my lips with my napkin and I'm instantly transported by the faint smell of your sex on my fingers.

Transported from the table we're sharing in a restaurant crowded with Saturday night diners to the bed we shared before we dressed to leave.

Once again I'm fascinated by the reaction you have on my body. The merest whiff of your tight cunt enough to make me so hard it's uncomfortable to sit at the table without feeling the urge to adjust my throbbing cock.

It's not fair that I should be so uncomfortable. It's not right that I should be the one to suffer for you being a slut earlier, on all fours as I took you hard from behind. My teeth buried in the back of your neck, giving us the appearance of a lion and his lioness rutting, heavy balls swinging between your legs to slap against your lust engorged cunt, fingers entwined in your long hair, pulling your head back so I can whisper in your ear.

Nothing loving about this particular encounter. Both of us filling an overwhelming desire to satisfy ourselves on one another before we go out to eat.

I decide at that moment, just as the waiter hands us the dessert menus and departs that I'm going to make you suffer as I am.

I take my phone from my pocket and apologise to you saying that I need a smoke and I'll be back to my you shortly.

I step outside and drag deep on the cigarette. Not because I need the nicotine hit but because I want to keep my fingers at my nose. Relishing the musky smell on the tips that were buried in you earlier. All the more tantalised by the thought that you didn't have time to shower again before we left and that your knickers are full of your juices and the thick load I deposited into your pussy before we left.

A smirk crosses my lips as a deliciously dirty thought crosses my mind. I type and send a text message and after stubbing out my cigarette I return to the restaurant and my cumfilled lover.

I sit and smile at you, suggesting you should check your texts, knowing you wouldn't have heard the message arrive in the noisy restaurant.

I marvel at the myriad of changes that wash over you as you read what I've sent you. First the deep flush of embarrassment at what I've sent you while we're in public. Knowing that when we're in public you're in modest mode but reminded by how your breathing has changed that lusty you lurks just below the surface no matter where we are.

You begin to stammer I... I.. I.. can't but before you can finish I place a finger on your lips and look deep into your eyes, the look that comes by itself, the one that can never be faked and the one that always lets you know I mean business. I don't need to cajole. I don't need to explain. I just have to look at you and whisper "do it for me".

You nod and wordlessly rise from the table and head for the toilets. I sit there, loving how every male head turns to watch you glide gracefully across the floor, the new dress you're wearing accentuating your curves to perfection.

I sit back and surreptitiously brush against my throbbing cock. Eyelids heavy with lust and my passion growing as I picture you in the stall. Posed exactly as instructed in the text message, back against the door legs spread and dress lifted to you can finger your sodden cunni through your knickers. Pushing the flimsy fabric deeper and deeper into your slick hole before moving to your clit to make yourself come.

After what seems like an eternity but in truth is less than five minutes I watch you return. Your hair has lost it's earlier perfection and there's an almost imperceptible sheen of sweat on your forehead. Instead of immediately sitting you come to me and lean over to kiss my cheek and whisper that you've been a very good girl and done all that I commanded.

I nod, smile and expectantly open my hand, whispering a lust filled whisper that I knew you would as you gently place your creamy knickers into my hand.

I now excuse myself and mirror what you did earlier, masturbating hard with my nostrils completely filled by the stink of your sex, my knees buckling as I orgasm into your knickers. Just about managing the impossible and keeping quiet as I once again empty my balls, this time into your underwear.

I compose myself and return to the table. Sitting there with a smug grin as I watch to you attempt to slip your cum soaked knickers on at the table while all around us people content themselves with the humdrum of their vanilla lives.

The Look



It was the first day at the conference. As I walked in to meet my contact I saw her sitting by him. Her tall hourglass figure caught my eye immediately. Nice, I thought to myself as I noticed her jet black hair fringing a beautiful well tanned oval face. Her dark blue eyes looked deep into mine. 

I got "the look". She very briefly looked at me from my head to my toe and then stared into my eyes for a split second. The message was clear. I looked back with interest and then ignored her. I continued talking to my contact discussing business. Now and then my eyes wandered catching hers. Her body language said it all...I knew she wanted me.

My contact introduced us - Mike meet Julia my sales rep. You must be African she said taking in my muscular frame and broad black nose. Shaking her hand I held it a bit longer than usual and got "the look" again. As her eyes caught mine I felt a jolt of electricity rip through my body all the way down to my dick.  Pulling her boldly towards me I whispered in her ear "How about we meet after for drinks." 

She replied with a knowing smile "I don't know...maybe". With practiced ease I gave her my business card with my hotel room number written on the back. Saying my goodbyes to my contact I walked out of the conference.

That evening the phone in my hotel room rang. It was Julia...she was downstairs in reception. Licking my lips in anticipation I asked her to come up. She walked through the door wearing a tight short black dress and stiletto high heels. I noticed her large boobs aching to be released of the tight bra. 

Before I knew it we were all over each other. Her hands held me tightly as i grabbed by her soft white bottom pulling her close to me. Feeling the heat in my groin she instantly reacted by grinding herself harder into me. I clasped her sexy white face in my strong black hands and leaned forward to kiss her.  she closed her eyes as her lips gently touched mine. I held back the desire to kiss her roughly and instead gently brushed her lips with mine. My tongue teased hers lightly. Opening her eyes she looked at me her dark blue eyes dark with desire and said "Fuck me hard Mike, be rough with me!"

As if that were my cue I pushed my hands between her legs and pushed her dress up. My fingers pushed aside her panties and felt her pussy already wet in anticipation. She wrapped one of her legs around mine and leaned into me moaning "Yes Mike that is so good."

I could feel her heat all the way to my dick. She rubbed her fingers on my crotch, stroking the length of my hardening dick. "Fuck me hard you big black dick," she said as she rubbed my crotch harder. 

Kissing her roughly I pulled her closer to the bed. My hands were all over her body as we both collapsed onto it. I wanted to tear her dress off. Feeling my desire she unzipped my pants and gasped as my big black dick jumped out hard and ready. Grabbing it with both hands she laid down on the bed and licked the tip.  "Mmmmmmm...I like that" she moaned. 

My fingers continued to tease her clit. Expertly I teased her clit with my thumb while my index finger slid into her tight wet shaven pussy.  "Oooooh Mike...your so Goood" she said as she continued to grind her pussy on my fingers.

I pushed her head back onto my hard black cock "Suck me harder Julia...faster...don't stop."

Her head bobbed up and down as she licked the length of my shaft. I continued to frig her pussy as she sucked faster and faster, almost gagging as she took the whole length of my dick. My left hand played with her hair pulling her harder onto me as she sucked my dick. "It's your turn now Julia," I said.

Taking my fingers out of her wet pussy, I almost tore off her sexy black dress. As I zipped it down I kissed every inch of her soft white skin. Stopping I gazed into her wide sexy eyes and eagerly ripped off her tight lacy white bra. "Tear my panties off Mike, eat my wet pussy you hunk," she said as she pulled my pants down.

My thick hands pulled down her thong and teased her pussy lips. Pinning her to the bed with my hand I kissed her hard nipples and sucked each one of them. She moaned "Fuck me hard...be rough with me you big black lover".

My tongued wandered lower, briefly teasing her cute belly button and then lower. Julia opened her legs wide and moaned as my tongue teased her eager clit. "Oooh yeah Mike, that's it, don't stop," she said. 

She wrapped her legs around my strong shoulders as I licked her clit faster and faster. I pushed my finger deep into her pussy as I licked it. She squeezed my hand and face with her thighs as I finger fucked her. "Miiikkke mmmmiiikkeeee don't stop, you hit the spot don't stop." I could hardly breathe. My other hand caressed her soft boobs at the same time. I could feel her about to cum. My finger fucked her harder and faster, my tongue licked her wet clit faster too. "Now...now...fuck me, fuck me, I wanna cum..." she said.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them wide. Pulling her to me by her waist I thrust hard into her wet and waiting pussy. "Ooooh yess Mike, that's it, faster faster." I kissed her sexy lips as my cock thrust deeper into her tight hole.  I could feel her body shake as she ground her hips into me. With excitement I pulled her legs over my shoulders and fucked her deep and hard. I could feel myself loosing control as I glanced at the mirror. 

"I am cumming, I am cumming again ooooh yess," Julia moaned, her face going flush red at the same time. She raked my back with her fingernails and pushed her groin up to mine. Thrusting deep into her pussy I fucked her uncontrollably, hard and fast. My hands grabbed her boobs as I felt myself begin to cum.  

"Yeah, yeah, cum for me cum for me Julia" I roared as I began to cum. My thick white semen gushed out deep into her pussy. Julia grabbed me tight with her hands and squeezed me breathless with her legs. With a deep moan she suddenly let go collapsing underneath me.

"Mmmmm" I moaned as I went limp and caressed her nipples. I could feel the sweat pouring down her body. "Wow that was good," I said as I rolled off her. My hands continued to caress her ass.

"Mike your very good, every inch what I imagined from the start" she said as she stroke my body with her hand.

At that moment Julia's cell phone rang. She looked at it and frowned.  Agitated got up and rushed into the bathroom. The door close as I heared muffled talking. After 10 minutes she came out and composed herself. Kissing me gently she said "Darling I have to go," "That was my boyfriend and apparently he came into town to surprise me."  With another passionate kisss she looked into my eyes and said "Thanks Mike. Remember Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas alright. Bye love!"

She left as quickly as she came. I continued to lie down as if it were a dream.



The Look



I pull up to the curb, around the corner from my apartment. It has been a very long day and more than anything I am glad to be home and am looking forward to a nice long bath, some quiet music. 

I turn off the car, and look out my window before opening the door. For a moment my attention is drawn to the other side of the street. It is only for a moment and I shake my head, thinking I have caught myself starting to day dream. Checking for traffic I open my car door and get out.

As I start to close the door, again my attention is drawn across the busy street. I don't notice the cars racing by, all I see is this man staring intently at me. There is something about his calm, cool eyes that has caught me and holding me in place. I try to put a name to the face, in that moment before I realize I don't know him. Before I shake myself free and finish closing my door; walking around the car to get my stuff.

I feel him still watching as I move to open the door on the far side. Laughing at myself, it is surely my imagination, as I am not the type to turn anyone's head on the street, especially after a long day at work.

I can't help myself but glance up as I open the door, reaching in to get my bag. He appears to still have his full attention focused on me. I feel a blush come to my face. A heat coming the surface of my skin. This is so unlike me. A stranger effecting me like this. I start to drag my eyes from him, when suddenly he waves, a smile just barely coming to his face.

I turn to see what creature caused that look, his lover must be behind me somewhere, perhaps on the sidewalk or up on one of the balconies. But I see no one and when I turn back there is an annoyed look on his face as he continues to stare and me, shaking his head slightly. I look around one more time, and see no one near by, so point to myself with a questioning look.

He nods slightly. Then swings his head to the side, indicating that I should cross over to him. I bite my lip for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. I keep trying to place him. Have I seen him at the office, in a store? He acts as if I should know him, as if he knows me. 

I close my car door, and hit the key fob, causing the little beep indicating that is locked and secured, I look down the street both ways and then cross to him.

My heart is pounding as I approach him. The closer I get the more sure I am that I do not know this man. I have never seen him, never met him. I surely couldn't have met him and not remembered.

Stepping onto the curb, my mouth opens, unsure of what I am going to say when suddenly his finger comes up and touches my lip. His eyes daring me to say anything at all.

His eyes have caught mine and I can't pull them away. My lip plays against my teeth, as I hesitate, the urge to say something, to say anything so strong, even though his eyes so clearly warn against it.

A hint of a smile comes to his lips, as his arm slips around my waist, and he turns from the corner and my car. My heart pounds in my chest as I let him lead me down the street. I feel the weight of his hand on my waist, guiding me, and am shocked. His hand feeling so natural against me, this nameless man from the street corner. This well dressed handsome man, who is leading me god knows where.

This is so unlike me. I should say something. I can hardly believe this is me. Me, who doesn't take lightly to someone touching me, let alone letting someone I've never met lead me into the unknown.

I steal a glance over at him, but he isn't looking at me. Knowing I should turn and go, I can't make myself do it. What is the worse thing that could happen? I have always trusted my instincts before ...

A wave of relief runs though me, as I realize I am going to go wherever he takes me. That I am silent as his request, but it isn't a silence forced on me. I can speak. He may leave if I do, but it is my choice.

I smile slightly as I feel his hand slip down onto my ass. Feeling the weight of it with each step. The way it shifts against the fabric of my skirt. His hand flexes slightly, feeling me as we walk, I turn and he gives me that faint smile of his, as he guides me around the corner.

He turns me into a park, away from the main street and traffic. We approach a bench and as we come up behind it, he turns me slightly, leans in, and kisses me. At first, I don't react, my breathing stops, lost in the rush that his breath in my mouth causes. Suddenly coming to, my lips part as his tongue presses against them. Sucking him into my mouth, watching his eyes as we kiss, the sparkle in them reflecting back at me.

Slowly, he pulls back. I start to say something, but a warning look in his eye stops me. I bite my lip. Turning me around, his arms wrap around me. He pulls me back against him. Pressing his body hard against me. His hand moving slowly back and forth against my stomach. His mouth finding my neck as I gasp softly, then bite my lip, wondering if even that sound is too much. A soft chuckle vibrates against my ear, as his hands slide up, cupping my breasts, kneading them softly.

Slowly, his hands slide around me. Feeling a slight pressure against the small of my back, he pushes me forward, forcing me to lean over the back of the bench. My breathing getting deeper, my hands going down to brace myself against the seat of the bench.

A shiver runs through me, as his hands roam over my ass. My skirt sliding up along my legs. A cool breeze moves against my legs, a gasp escaping me, as the hem of my skirt settles at my waist. His fingertip traces the edge of my high cut black cotton panties. Sliding along the waist band, then along my hip. His finger working it's way down. His foot taps against the inside of mine. My leg sliding over, my stance opening so he can follow the fabric easily down between my legs, his fingertip tracing across my crotch, finding the other side and sliding back up. 

I gasp, biting down on my lip, all too aware, that my panties are already soaked through; that he already knows what he has done to me, has felt what he has done. Wanting to say something and start to lean up, but stop feeling the flat of his hand firmly against my back. Somehow I know, if I continue to push up, he will let me stand and walk away, but I can't bare that idea, so remain as I am, his hand moving over my ass. I wiggle slightly, but don't move away, his hand starting to move back and forth between my legs. My breathing getting deeper.

My body responding to him. The gravel crunches, his weight shifting as he moves around. My breathing coming harder, becoming less and less regular. The wind rustles in the leaves. And I hear people, off in the distance, but how distant? No one is in front me, but I have no idea who is behind me, who he can see, or is aware of.

Suddenly his fingers slip into the waist of my panties, pulling on them; tugging them down over my hips, I start to slide my legs together to make it easier to push them down but his foot pushes against mine. I stop, he pushes again, and I spreading my legs further, lowering myself against the bench. A shiver runs though me, the cool breeze moving across my now exposed pussy. I bite down on my lip hard.

He continues to tug my panties down until they are just above my knees. The stretched fabric trying to pull my legs in, but I hold them as they are. I can't help but gasp, when I feel his hand once more moving over my ass. Touching my skin this time. Then slowly he slides it down ... across my wetness, and I jump slightly as I feel a finger slide into me without warning. I feel a surge run up through me. A heat rising inside me.

Suddenly I feel nothing. Listening hard, hearing all the noises around us. I jump as he touches my face. Opening my eyes, looking up to find him smiling down at me. I start to raise up. He shakes his head, running his hand along my back, a little pressure to make sure I understand to stay there.

Hearing voices, I suddenly realize that I am totally exposed to anyone on the path behind us. I can't tell if anyone sees me, I can't hear enough of words to know if it is just background noise. All of this running through my head, as I am lost in his eyes, unable to pull myself from him.

He puts his finger to my lips, to quiet me at first, then the tip pushing against them. My lips part and as his finger slides into my mouth, slowly I realize I am tasting myself. His finger moving back and forth in my mouth, I begin to suck lightly, running my tongue against him.

Slowly he pulls his finger from my mouth, then takes my chin and pulls my head down so that I am staring into his crotch. I lick my lips, my hands lifting from the bench, to go to his waist but he steps back. Looking up I see the disappointment and disapproval on his face. I drop my hands to the bench and lower my head again, to find he has stepped forward again.

I nuzzle at his pants. His hand slides along my shoulders, petting me softly. Taking this as encouragement, I lean into him, running my nose along him, my cheek brushing against him. Feeling him grow against me, I move more, pressing harder against him. 

He steps back again. Leaning down, kissing me, as he does I hear voices and remember once more how exposed I have been all this time. Having forgotten in the moment, being so close to him.

He pulls back and smiling at me, before he walks around behind me. Wiggling slightly, I hear what can only be his zipper being lowered. I feel the fabric of his pants pressed to my skin. Then between my legs, I feel his hardness rubbing against me. A groan escapes me, as I feel him slide back and forth, through the wetness which now coats my legs and my upper thighs.

His hands slide over my ass. One finger, sliding up and down along my ass. Slowly, teasing me. I groan deeply as his finger moves over my asshole. I wiggle slightly as he pushes, feeling myself open to him. I breath in deeply, working to keep relaxed as the rest of me tenses in anticipation.

I hear everything at that moment. I am aware of the sounds of the street, of the trees, but what I most want is to hear his voice. The one thing he seems unwilling to give me.

Suddenly I feel the warmth between my legs pull back. I push back as I feel him pull away from me, longing to feel him inside me. Waiting for him to sink into me.

I feel him. His head pushing hard against my ass. I cry out. Then I bite down hard on my lip. Not wanting to make noise, not wanting to draw attention to us. 

His hands grasp my waist as he presses into me, forcing me further open. Biting hard on my lip to keep the sounds I make muffled. Groaning deeply as he slips into me, pushing harder, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. My body responds, the wetness slides down my thighs as he pushes deeper. Suddenly he is pressed against my ass, feeling him wiggling slightly, buried so deep within me.

Slowly he starts to back out, then thrust back in, grunting softly. It isn't a word, but I cling the sounds, as he builds up speed. The tension moves through me. Groaning ... my hands gripping the bench tightly as he works me, rocking back and forth. The fabric of his pants rough against my legs, as he presses deeply into me, over and over.

Suddenly the tension is too much for me, my body arches hard, pushing back against him, his fingers digging into my waist, as I cry out, pushing up and back as I loose control. My body shuddering hard as the waves start to move through me.

He pushes me forward hard, wedging me against the bench as he slams into me, and suddenly I feel his own release, stretching me as he fills me. A shiver running hard through me.

Slumping forward, trying to catch my breath. I hear him gasp, slowly his breathing returns to normal, and he pulls out me. His hand resting against my back. 

I hear his zipper sliding back up. He wiggles my panties up. I feel the fabric cling to my wet body as he pulls them against me. His finger tracing the leg.

I feel the fabric of my skirt fall back down, and his arms slide around my waist, pulling me back against him as I stand. 

Looking down I watch his hands run over my stomach, up to my breasts where they linger a moment.

His finger slides up and is pressed to my lips. Reminding me again not to speak, as if he read my mind. Then his hands slide back from around me. I stand there breathing hard, waiting for him to turn me. Then I hear the crunch of gravel, and I turn my head, to find he is no longer behind me.

Turning... I see his back as he turns a corner on the path.

My heart is still racing, wanting to call after him, but having no name to put to him.

I sit down on the bench for a moment, savoring the sounds, before slowly getting up, and trying to walk back to my real life ...



The Look



I walked through the doorway to the hotel bar and began scanning the crowd. I was curious to see how the local talent was shaping up tonight. My left hand began to itch, specifically my left ring finger, so I idly scratched the pale band at the base as I let my gaze slide across the room.

I took a couple of steps into the darkened bar, glanced at the rectangular shaped bar in the middle of the main room, the stopped and stared. What immediately sprang to mind was the lyrics from the Jimmy Buffett song, "There she sat at the corner of the bar/As I broke another string on my old guitar/Someone call a cab/Lady won't you pay my tab?"

She was a short redhead, five-foot-nothing, wearing a little more makeup than I tended to prefer, but she had the kind of rack I've always liked and a body that carried it well. There was one other thing she had that really caught my attention. She had what I've always referred to as The Look.

The Look isn't something that you can necessarily describe in specific words. The Look certainly involves looking good, but there's that indefinable something she just has to have. For starters, women with The Look tend to be a little bit older. Young hotties can look good, but they haven't had enough time to develop the proper attitude that always accompanies The Look.

Women with The Look  Know Who They Are, and Like It. 

Women with The Look are  Confident and Know Exactly What They Want, and Won't Settle for Less. 

Women with The Look  Aren't Necessarily Shopping Around, but When They Find It, They Make Sure They Get It. 

Most guys don't truly understand what The Look is all about. From my experience, women with The Look tend to intimidate men who instinctively head the other direction. The biggest part of The Look is the fact that you'd better bring your A-Game. Even the hint that you might even have the possibility of a B-Game is enough to have women with The Look leaving tire tracks on your torso as they head down the road, not even looking in the rearview mirror at your mangled body.

What they really don't get is the fact that women with The Look are worth all the effort required. You can have all the young hotties -- they're a dime a dozen. You manage to get yourself a woman with The Look and you have something that will leave you gasping and breathless. They're so above the rest of the females in the fray that looking for anything less means you're cheating yourself of an experience you'll never forget.

That's a lot of words trying to quantify something that's basically undefinable. But like the Supreme Court justice said in a ruling, you know it when you see it.

She had it. Oh, yeah, she had The Look, in spades. I felt my pulse pick up, and a stirring in my gut, and a little bit lower as well. The Look always gets me going. And this time, it got me going toward the corner of the bar, even if I didn't have an old guitar as an icebreaker. 

I had taken two steps, and then started cursing myself for my hesitation as I'd walked into the room. A tall guy with a goatee sidled up next to her as she was finishing off her beer. It was obvious he was getting ready to buy her next drink. 

But then she did something curious. She turned toward him, and you could tell she was saying him no thanks. He persisted, said something that he obviously thought was clever, and then waited confidently for a response from her.

She looked at him, shook her head at him again, and when he looked confused at her response, she said a short phrase of some kind. With that, his eyebrows went up and he scuttled off as quickly as he could. You could almost smell the scorched flesh from whatever she'd told him. Whoa.

I smiled and walked toward her. I figured, what the hell, what did I have to lose? As I approached her, I said, "You look like you're ready for another one. My treat." 

She looked up, and instead of the blank stare she gave the other guy, the redhead smiled at me. "It all depends," she said. "Are you a lying sack of shit?"

How the hell do you answer that? "I do my very best not to be." I paused then added, "Miller Lite, right?" 

The redhead nodded. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. "Hi, I'm Steve."

"I'm Anna." I sat down on the seat to her right, and gave the bartender the order for two beers. "You sure you're not one of those guys who's a lying sack of shit?" 

"Pretty sure. Been having problems with that type lately, huh?"

The beers showed up, and I handed her one of the bottles. As she took it from me, she glanced at my left ring finger and saw the pale band. Her eyes widened just a bit. That's when I looked at her left hand. There it was -- that same pale band. Interesting.

She smiled. "Matter of fact I have. You see that guy that just came up to me?" I nodded. "He used a really tired, standard pickup line. I asked him how limber he was. That stopped him cold. Then I told him to go fuck himself."

"At least you got rid of him quickly," I said. "Any suggestions for me?"

She gave me a smile. "Yeah. Let's move to one of those open booths."

"Sounds good to me." We picked up our beers and strolled over to a corner and sat down. "At the risk of sounding lame, I haven't seen you here before. I sure would have remembered that."

She gave a little chuckle. "I'm from out of town. Work sent me here for to take some classes. If I want to get promoted, or get a raise, you have to take these two and three day seminars. They're kinda boring, but it's nice to get away every once in a while. Gives me a chance to relax, or even party a little bit." 

"Well, I have to warn you, I'm actually a professional bullshit artist, so be warned."

"Nice." She took a sip of beer. "I can tell. At least you're an honest bullshit artist. That last guy looked like a real weasel."

"Let's just say I approve of your judgment. I'll do my best to live up to it," I said, laughing. Then I took my own slug of beer. I asked her what she did, and she began telling me about her job, throwing in stories about crazy customers and the like.

I loved watching her as she talked. She had a pleasant voice, and a wry way of saying things. Being in a corner booth had its pluses. We weren't sitting across from each other -- instead we were side-to-side, and since I'm rather hard of hearing, I had to slide over a bit, and lean over to hear what she was saying. I tried to concentrate on looking her in the eye, but it was hard since she was wearing a top that was slightly unbuttoned and showed some cleavage. Nice cleavage, too.

I responded with my own work-type stories, and the whack jobs I'd run into on the road over the years. I got her laughing, and she had her own stories. Playing "Can You Top This" with her was fun. Almost as much fun as another variant of the game would be. 

The bar was kind of quiet, a little bit dead, but like usual, they had the music playing too loud. Fine with me -- another excuse to get a little closer to hear what she was saying. I had to get up to get our refills, since apparently they'd sent the waitress home. I have to admit I was checking her out pretty good, and after a couple of brews, not only I was getting a little bit interested, it was showing. I think she caught me looking down her shirt a couple of times, but didn't say anything. On the contrary, I caught her checking me out the second time I got up to get refills on the beer. 

When I came back with the beer that last time, I handed it to her, and I swear a little spark of electricity hit both our hands. Love cheap carpets in bars. She let out a little "whoa." The smart-ass line was uttered before I could even think about it. "We definitely made a connection there. Must be fate"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, big boy," she said. But she patted my hand when she said it. Voluntary contact. And it felt pretty damned good. Another of those little ice-breakers. Very nice. And then I noticed we were sitting even closer together, almost touching. 

We continued talking, but the stories were getting a little more personal. I asked her what kind of music she liked, etc. etc. etc. As we were finishing our third beer, the dreaded Call Of Nature hit. Dammit, right when things were starting to click.

I headed back to the john, and even though there weren't many people in the bar, there was a line. It took me a good three minutes to get to the urinal so I could piss and get out of there. I made a beeline for the corner booth. There were two empty bottles on the table, but no sign of her. I figured she had to pee as well, so I headed to the bar to get two more beers. 

When I got there, the bartender said, "Your ladyfriend there paid off the tab." 

"She left?" He nodded. "Shit. Shit, shit shit."

The barkeep smiled. "Relax. She left you a note." He smirked. "Have a good night, buddy."

Asshole. "Thanks." I turned and started walking away. Damned if I was going to let that schmuck see me rip open the envelope like a kid with a birthday card hoping for money inside. I walked to where the light was better and slipped it open. The note read:

  I'm feeling adventurous.  

And better yet, there was a hotel door-key card included. Room 469. A broad grin creased my face. 469? Oh, yeah -- and I liked the symbolism. I headed to the elevators as quickly as I could.

I stepped off the elevator on the fourth floor and took a right like the sign on the wall said. It looked like room 469 was all the way at the end of the hall. When I got there, I took the card out of the folder and started to slip it into the slot. At that point I paused and rubbed my naked left ring finger. I felt myself shiver with anticipation, and plunged the card in and pulled it out rapidly. The green light went on, and I opened the door and stepped into the hotel room.

She was standing next to the queen-sized bed, with two more buttons open on her blouse showing off even more of those lovely D-cup tits as she slipped off her shoes. She smiled and licked her lips as her face began to flush. "Didn't take you long to get here."

"Let's just say that in sales you have to make your move when the time is right. And the time couldn't be any righter. Strike when the iron is hot, and all that." I closed the door walked toward her.

"Iron, hunh? We'll see." As I reached her, I placed my hand on her lower back and pulled her to me as I leaned down to kiss her. Our lips met for a moment, then her lips parted and the kiss progressed rapidly. My hand slipped down to her ass and I pulled her closer. She responded by pressing even closer and then suddenly stopped and chuckled.

"Iron is a VERY good word," she said as her right hand slid down to touch the tenting crotch of my pants. She rubbed my gently. "I like iron. A lot."

I shivered, then let out an involuntary groan as she slipped out of my arms and took a couple of steps back. She started to unbutton her blouse, and I reached out and grabbed her hands. "That's my job." 

"Then get to work while I do my job." As I unbuttoned the next two buttons, she began to return the favor and started working on my shirt. I pulled her shirttail out of her pants, and slid my fingers into the front of her bra and stroked her rock hard right nipple. It was her turn to shiver.

I slipped my hand out of her bra, and slid my shirt off, then slid off her blouse. I rubbed and caressed her back, then bent down to nibble at the nape of her neck. She jumped and let out a squeal. I stopped nuzzling her neck and slid down to kiss between her breasts. The three fasteners on her bra unsnapped easily. 

I straightened up and gently grasped the straps to guide it off of her body to reveal those sexy tits. She had the classic redhead complexion, including the dusting of freckles across her chest that only made her hotter. I again pulled her to me and resumed kissing her deeply. Our bare chests met, and the heat came off of both of us in virtual waves. 

I slipped off my shoes, then fell to my knees and began to lick and suck her nipples. "Oh, yes," she whispered under her breath as I worked from her right side to her left and back again. The nipples stood out like pebbles from her heavy tits, and I drank in the sight of them each time I changed sides. 

I raised my hands and squeezed her tits together and began sucking on both nipples at the same time. This time when she said "Yes" it wasn't under her breath. She put her hands behind my head to pull me closer as I continued to give her beautiful nipples the attention they deserved. 

When I pulled back, I unsnapped her pants, and slid the zipper down. The aroma of her arousal was unmistakable, and it only inflamed me further. She pulled at my arms, asking me wordlessly to stand up.

I complied and she reached down and worked on undoing my belt. She bit her lower lip in concentration, and her tits swayed gently as she completed the task. Unsnap went my pants, zzzzip went the zipper, and slid her right hand into my underwear to grab my now rock-hard dick.

"Oh, I knew it would be nice and big," she said, looking me in the eye. "Just what I need." She began sliding my pants and underwear down as she fell to her knees. I'm no fool. I stepped back and out of my pants, and as I did, my dick almost slapped her in the face. She grasped it and smiled. "You could put an eye out with that big thing. I have a better idea."

She leaned forward and slid my dick into her mouth. She bobbed her head once or twice, then pulled it out and gave it a lick, swirling her tongue around the tip and the glans. The feeling was indescribable. "Mmmm, nice," she said sotto voce and again began sliding it in and out of her warm, moist mouth. 

I wanted to throw my head back and close my eyes to concentrate on the sensations, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from this sexy woman attacking my dick oh so firmly and oh so gently at the same time. She knew the right rhythm, the right pace, the right method, to put me on the edge almost immediately. It was clear she knew what she was doing, and that she enjoyed doing it.

"You like watching me suck your dick, don't you," she said saucily as she tilted her head back to look me in the eye. "You like having me on my knees in front of you, don't you? You like the thought of standing over me while I do this don't you?"

All I could do was nod. "I like doing it. Your dick is perfect for sucking. Do you want me to put it back in my mouth?"

"God, yes," I gasped.

"I will when I'm good and ready." She stuck her tongue out. "I have something else in mind. Oh, my. These are nice balls." She began licking my ball sac, gently sucking on one then the other before raising back up and running her tongue along the underside of my shaft all the way to the head. My knees began trembling. It was almost more than I could handle.

It was then that she stood up. "I've been doing all the work so far. Now it's time for you to do something." She reached out and took my hand and slid it into her panties. They were absolutely soaked with her juices. I took my index finger and slid it up and down along her pussy, grazing the clit one, two, three times. She gasped when I pulled my hand away. That's when I slid her pants and panties down in one motion, exposing her slickness. When they were past her thighs, I dropped down to my knees to make it easier for her to step out of her clothes. She disentangled and stepped forward, giving me a good look at her snatch. 

It was a beauty, no other way to describe it. She'd trimmed her pubic hair to a minimum -- not a landing strip or anything like that, just trimmed the hair back to give easier access to what really mattered. The lips were obviously swollen with desire and gave off a clean, musky scent that ratcheted up my desire another notch. This was a pussy I not only wanted, but that I HAD to have. And I knew was going to get my wish.

It doesn't get any better than that, right? Guess again. I looked at her. "You're right. You have done all the work so far. It's time for me to take care of you." I grasped her by the waist and gently pushed down, forcing her to flex her knees. That opened up her thighs and I leaned forward with my tongue extended and began to work on her box.

I licked up and down along her pussy lips, briefly making contact with her clit at the top of the stroke before moving back down. After doing this three or four times, her pussy really began to flow. I tasted the juices of her desire. Tart, musky, sexy. Just right. Yeah, just right.

When I tilted my head back further, I put myself at the proper angle to slide my tongue into her tunnel. That's when she let out a long, drawn out "Ohhhhh...." and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me deeper into the Y formed by her legs. I grabbed her ass, and tried to slide my tongue even deeper. About three thrusts like this was about all she could handle. She stepped back, breathing heavily. I like what that did for her tits as she tried to get her wits back.

She took another step back, and bumped into the queen sized bed. "It's time to find out how much this mattress squeaks." She licked her lips slowly. "This is a pretty nice hotel. I'd bet you'd have to be fucking me pretty hard to make the bed squeak."

If possible, my dick got even stiffer as she spoke. She walked to the far side of the bed and peeled back the covers, and then lay down on the mattress. I walked over to the side of the bed, and she grasped my rock-hard prick and slid it into her mouth and began sucking on it again. That stopped me in my tracks as I felt myself begin to approach a climax. "Oh no you don't," she said. "My pussy needs to be filled."

"And I'm going to fill it, don't you worry." I crawled onto the bed. "Slide up a little bit and open those beautiful thighs for me." I rose to my knees and placed myself into position to enter her. Her pussy was sopping wet, the lips pink and engorged with blood. I reached out with my right hand and slid my fingers along her labia, teasing the swollen lips then caressing her clit. "Are you ready for me? I want you to tell me what you want."

She let out a small moan. "I want your dick inside me. My pussy needs it. I need it. Fuck me with that big dick now."

I had to fight myself, but I managed to maintain control. Placing the head of my cock at her opening, I began to slide myself inside ever so slowly. The feeling was indescribable. Her cunt was tight and warm, and wrapped itself around my shaft like velvet. Wet velvet, of course, but this was the sensation that has caused men to do desperate things to experience the ecstacy of taking a beautiful woman. Wars had been fought over less. And this was certainly not less by any stretch of the imagination. This was more, almost more than I could handle.

The first thrust was slow and measured. She gave out a little gasp and hitched her hips forward in an effort to drive me deeper into her tunnel. "You like my dick, don't you? You like being fucked by it, don't you?"

"Oh yessss," she hissed. "Dammit, fuck me deep!"

Ah, to hell with self control, I thought. I sank my cock in all the way to the hilt, and she let out another gasp, then began to push back with her hips. I tried to keep a measured pace as I kept driving it in, feeling it strike bottom again and again. But this bottom was a soft, welcoming place, one that kept drawing me in like a magnet. We bucked and thrashed on the bed like a man and woman possessed, driving and searching for the destination.

I kept lifting her up as I sought to go as deep as I possibly could, looking for the exact right spot in her pussy to drive her over the edge. Then I found that magic place. She began to moan, giving a little cry, then her body began to shake as her tunnel began to clench and spasm, squeezing my dick like it had never been squeezed before. Suddenly, another cry from her, and I felt a flood of moistness surround me. It was at that point that I gave out a cry of my own and began to fill her with my own juices.




The Look



I swear I must have orgasmed for at least 20 seconds, spurt after spurt filling her pussy as deeply as I could. This was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced as I arched my back and drove my dick into her depths one last time. I collapsed on top of her in a heap, totally spent. But I didn't withdraw. The thought of losing contact with her inner core any sooner than I had to was too painful to contemplate. 

"Wow" was the only word that my fogged out brain could form, but I was unable to speak. After some unmeasured amount of time, I rolled off of her and lay beside her, still somewhat out of breath. I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss that she returned with enthusiasm. "That was amazing," I said, "absolutely amazing."

She smiled, and hummed to herself in agreement with my statement while running her fingernails up and down along my arm, giving me goosebumps. As she glided her nails up toward my hand, I grabbed her left hand and bent to kiss it. After touching my lips to the back of her hand, and then to her wrist, I again saw the pale band around the base of her left ring finger.

I couldn't help myself. I caressed that knuckle, and looked her in the eye. She sensed the question behind my gaze, and spoke softly but firmly. "Let's not go there, okay? This is not something I am willing to discuss or debate. This has nothing to do with us in this hotel room, lying together naked in this bed, enjoying the afterglow."

She hitched herself up, and looked me square in the eyes. "This is about pure physical pleasure. We're both traveling, out of town, and enjoying what we can find on this beautiful evening. Give me your left hand, please." I complied. "I could give you that same look, with the same unspoken question, but I'm not going to do that."

She leaned over and kissed me deeply. "What I have discovered tonight is a man who knows how to please a woman, a man with a nice big dick who puts his partner's pleasure first, and drove me crazy with passion to create all this lovely mess on these hotel room sheets. It's the physical proof of pure sexual ecstacy. What did you find, mystery man?"

"When you put it that way, I discovered a beautiful, sexy woman with a body made for love, a body that she willingly gave me, with a beautiful pussy that begged to be filled, and that I filled with great joy. And now I hold her in my arms in this bed, sated and drowsy, and feeling content."

"That's right mister, and don't you forget it. What we've done is steal away one night from travel and work. What we have here is what you can call a fuck-cation. Tonight is about living in the moment. Tomorrow will take care of itself. Now lay down, and we'll hold each other and go to sleep."

And after I gave her another deep kiss, that's exactly what we did.

%%%%

The sun began to rise outside the hotel room, and the rays of light peeked through the curtains, rousing me from a deep sleep. I didn't move, since she was lying across my chest, snoring gently. Her hair was astray, her makeup smeared, and she slept soundly with that boneless relaxation that can only come after serious lovemaking and the collapse afterward. 

Her ample breasts were crushed against my chest, and her knees framed my right leg, her crotch pressed into my thigh, one hand resting on my chest. What a sight she was. The feeling of her delectable pussy, still damp and drooling my cum from the night before was exquisite. And the thought of sleeping with her thighs open to me all night long was even more stimulating. The whole sensual scenario stirred my cock, which began to rise of its own accord. 

I lay stock still, trying not to disturb her rest. Maybe it was the thumping of my heart. Maybe it was my breathing. Maybe it was her subconscious becoming aware of my awakened state. Whatever it was, she finally began stirring every so slightly in my arms, beginning the process of awakening.

I bent my head down to kiss her forehead gently, and she made a little noise, a querulous sound that was basically a question -- is it time to get up? She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled and said "Good morning, lover." I kissed her full on the lips in response.

Her response? She kissed me back once, then twice, and then a third time, each with increasing fervor. It was a gentle fervor, however, with only a slight but unmistakable change in her body language. The kisses were deeper and grew in passion as time went on, and she began squirming in my grasp ever so slightly. 

Soon we were locked in full embrace as she climbed on top of me, covering my body with hers. Her hips pressed down on mine, and she could feel my cock begin to grow in earnest, as I felt her answering moisture flow from her pussy. It was a slow and intense buildup that was nothing short of delicious as a perfect way to start a new day.

We rolled on the bed and suddenly I was on top of her. Her thighs spread and she said "I need you inside me, now." 

I responded, "I need to be there," and suddenly I was. I slipped in easily to her tight wetness, and like the night before, there was an electric shock. But where that was frenzied and fast, this was slow and sure, relaxed and restful -- to a degree. I was in familiar territory, and knew where I was going and how to get there. She was aware of the direction I was heading, and was enjoying the deep, slow thrusts as we once again were on the road to rapture.

In this morning coupling, my physical senses were heightened. I could feel my skin tingle where we touched, and rubbed, and met in opposing directions. The sensitivity made it even more intoxicating. Of course the pace picked up, albeit slowly, but eventually we were on that dead run to meet the thirst for each other.

And when we got there, it was just as intense as the night before, but in a somewhat muted fashion, with gentle cries of pleasure instead of full-throated exclamations. In a way, it was even better because of it.

After a deep, lingering kiss, I smiled down at her. "At the risk of repeating myself from last night, that was amazing."

"You can repeat last night and this morning all you want. That was incredible. I know I've worked up an appetite. Ready for breakfast?"

"Sure. Let's shower and head down...."

"Uh-uh. No shower. Let's just throw our clothes on and go eat." 

I looked at her, dumbfounded. "But...."

"Forget cleaning up. I want to feel your cum in my panties as I'm sitting down eating bacon and eggs. I don't want sausage by the way. I had plenty last night and this morning." She moved closer to me. "I want to make sure all the women down there know that I'm walking funny because I got thoroughly fucked by your big ol' dick all night long. And I want the ladies to know your face smells like that because it was buried in my pussy. And they all can be jealous, because none of them got laid last night like I did."

"Or like I did, for that matter."

"Exactly. Let's get dressed and go eat."

And so we did, smelling like sex. Raw, sweaty, all night sex. We certainly got some looks at the breakfast bar downstairs. Her hair was askew, the old phrase "looking like she just got out of bed and was ready to jump back in" coming to mind. Not that I'd have minded that, of course. And she squirmed in her seat a little -- and when she did, she smirked at me. I have to admit I enjoyed the show, and enjoyed my part in it. 

After breakfast, we headed back to her room. As we walked in, we gazed upon the wreckage of the sheets. That's when I realized how wild a night we really had had. It was impressive, to say the least.

She grabbed a piece of hotel stationery. "I have to leave a note for the maids. They need to be warned, and thanked for cleaning up after all this." She got to work writing, while I wandered off to the bathroom to take a leak.

When I finished up, I came back into the room while she was finishing off the note. "What do you think?" she said to me. I leaned over her shoulder and snuck a peek down her blouse. She gave me a playful smack and said "Read it." My eyes bugged out.

  Rosalita, 

You've done a great job with the room all week. I'm sorry about the mess on this last day, but it couldn't be helped. He was just too big and too good in the sack and had me squirting. 

I know most of it's dried up, but it's still a little crusty. The fresh stuff on the top is from this morning. How could I resist getting fucked deep by his dick one more time? 

I know having to clean up all that cum is kind of disgusting (unless you got some of it first), so here's an extra $20 to make up for it. 

Here's hoping you have a night like I just had sometime real soon. I'm walking funny, but I'm smiling.

Anna  

"Holy shit!" was all I could manage. "Listen, I have to tell her the truth don't I? She's a woman. She gets it. Not like I got it last night, but she gets it."

Then she turned to me with a somber look on her face. "Last night was amazing. I loved every minute of it, and I think you did too. But now it's tomorrow, and it's about to take care of itself. As much fun as we had, it's time to go back to real life."

She pulled out her suitcase and began packing. "I'm running late, and that means I have to get out of here now. When I get home, I'll have time to clean up and do laundry before something bad happens, but I have to leave in the next ten minutes. I wish we had more time, but we don't."

"Yeah, if we took more time neither one of us would get out of here anytime soon."

"That's right, and from looking at your finger, you can't afford it any more than I can." She put down the clothes she was tossing into her suitcase and walked over to me and we locked lips one last time. This was a kiss for the ages, and it was all I could do not to throw her down on the bed for one last romp.

But she was right. We had to head back home to our lives, and I personally had to get on the road quickly. It took me about 30 minutes to get my stuff together and into the car and on the highway for the three-hour drive. The idea was to get home as quickly as possible.

It gave me time to ponder what had happened. It was like being hit by a lightning bolt. And now I was streaking home, trying to get back first to what had been an empty house all week, with mutual business trips meaning no one home. Getting there first seemed like a good idea.

But there was a wreck on the way that slowed me down. When I finally got there, her car was already in the driveway. I had to park on the street, and as I walked up the drive I heard the car ticking, which meant she hadn't been there very long. This could get interesting.

I slipped into the house without making a whole lot of racket, and as I walked down the hallway to the bedroom I heard the shower running. Hmmm. Her suitcase was emptied out, and there were a lot of clothes on the floor, as if they'd been flung out in a hurry.

As I turned the corner to head to the bathroom, I stopped cold. There on the floor where a pair of sheer panties, really sexy numbers. But what made my heart skip was the fact that in the crotch was a big white stain. I knew what that stain was. Cum.

What had she been doing on her out of town trip? My heart started beating faster. No. Can't be. I had to get the truth, but I had to play this one exactly right. I slipped out of my clothes, kicking her panties next to the tub. I opened the shower curtain, and her eyes went wide. She hesitated, then said "Hey baby, welcome home." She stopped dead when she saw the look on my face. "Oh, shit."

"Oh shit, is right," I deadpanned. "I see I'm home a little sooner than you expected. No chance to get the clothes in the washer, huh?" I took a deep breath. "What did you do last night? Were you with somebody else?" When she hesitated again, I reached out and grabbed her panties and held them up. "I want the truth."

She took a deep breath, which did interesting things to her nicely shaped tits. "Okay, the truth. Yes, I was. I seduced him last night. He had a big dick and he fucked me hard all night, and filled my pussy up with cum. The sex was great, and I loved being fucked by him. Now you know." Then she looked me in the eye. "Now tell me what you did last night. Who put that mark on your neck?"

Holy shit! There was a hickey on my neck! I was busted. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the tile at the back of the shower. "You want to know what I did last night? I did what you did last night. I got laid. I found a woman with big tits and a sweet pussy and banged her until she screamed. Is that what you wanted to know? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"You asshole!" she yelled. I shut her up by pinning her against the tile wall and kissing her. It took maybe two seconds until she responded, kissing me back just as hard, and just as angrily. Things progressed rapidly. We were both moaning and groping and responding wildly. 

Together, as on cue, we stepped out of the tub, still entwined and kissing, and headed to the bedroom. I flung her onto the bed, saying "Big dick, huh? I'll show you a big dick." 

She spread her legs and I slammed into her, driving my cock all the way to the hilt with a grunt. She also let out a grunt, but instead of fighting me, she put her legs on my shoulder and urged me to fuck her deeply. We thrashed together wildly, pumping like animals until I let out a roar, and she cried out, and we came together.

We lay there, stunned by the violence of our actions until she cleared her throat. 

"I have to ask you something. Was my note to the maid a little too far over the top?"

At that, we both burst out laughing. "Of course it was. It was awesome. I would have loved to see the look on her face." I paused. "Now I have a question for you. How about next time, we go to Atlanta. It's a lot closer."

"Absolutely. Wait until you see what 'Anna' has in store for 'Steve' then." 



The Look



All of the people in this story are over 18. This story is fictional and is not based on a real life experience. However... 

*

Bill sat alone in the Doctor's Office waiting for his name to be called. His head had been aching for the past few days. What began as a dull ache seemed now to be a sharp pain on the right side of his brain. The sharper the pain, it seemed the hornier he became. It was a strange sensation that had crept across his body depriving his sleep and controlling his thoughts.

Now, as he sat there, his head began to throb and his dick began to stiffen. He felt as if he was ready to fuck the first thing that crossed his path. 

He looked across the room. There were several others waiting to see the same Doctor. This would take a while, it seemed. The old man to his left was engrossed in a Hemingway novel. The two middle-aged women to his right were rattling on about their children and about their over weight husbands.

Across the room sat a young woman texting on her cell phone. She had pouty lips and a cute upturned nose. She wore a tight white shirt with a black vest loosely covering. Her skirt was black covering her tanned legs down to her knees. Her breasts were what caught his eyes. They had to be a pair of perfect 38's. His dick grew even harder. 

She glanced his way and caught his eye. His head felt a severe twitch of pain as his eyes made contact with hers. He did not look away. It felt strange as he looked at her. It felt as if he was connected to her body through the look. He stared into her eyes. He imagined touching her tits and sucking on her nipples. She continued to look back at him. She squirmed in her chair. She no longer was texting.

She put her hands on the arms of the chair dropping the phone to the floor. She squeezed tightly. No one seemed to notice or care. He looked deeper into her eyes. He imagined his tongue diving into her mouth kissing her deeply as his hands caressed her body, her tits, her ass. She began to run her tongue over her lips. She could taste him, it seemed. 

His head was now aching sharply. His shaft was throbbing. His eyes were frozen on this woman that he did not even know her name. He imagined his tongue running down her neck. Down her breasts. Down her stomach. Finding her wet juices. She was soaked. She was wanting to be fucked hard and fast. He imagined his tongue running up and down her pussy lips. Her bottom began to grind hard into her chair. She began breathing deeply. She was fighting to hold back her moans. She could not break away from his look.

The two ladies to his right stopped their talking and looked across at this seemingly slut lady grinding her ass into her chair. They both were speechless.

The old man to his left closed his Hemingway and placed it on his lap. The old man watched. 

Bill continued to look. He imagined he had stripped her naked and had bent her over the chair. He drove his rod into her wetness and pounded her over and over. Each thrust drove deeper making her body burn with a lustful fire. She was now openly moaning, not caring who heard. She could not control it. Her legs were wide open. Her skirt had made its way up to her ass as her ass bounced on her chair. He fucked hard and fast. Her ass was bucking. Her hands were tight on the chair. 

Finally, he imagined that he came deep in her hot cunt. Filling her with his seed. She gasped. She bit her lip as a loud moan escaped her lips. Her body quivered. Finally, he was done.

He looked away. The lady realized that she had just had the best orgasm of her life in a public waiting room at her family Doctor. He panties were soaked. Her mind was blurred. She noticed the look of the two ladies who could not believe what they had just witnessed. She reached down and pulled her skirt back down. She picked her phone up and placed it in her purse. She stood up and walked out of the waiting room not looking back.

The old man to his left also stood up. He made his way quickly out the door as he kept his Hemingway book covering his crotch.

The Nurse came out the door. "Mr. Brown, the Doctor will see you now."

Mr. Brown stood up. "I'm sorry, Nurse, but my head seems to have stop hurting for some reason." He smiled. 

He turned to walk out the door. As he did, he turned to look at the two ladies who still had their mouth opens. He looked at them both.



The Look in Her Eyes



Andrea was beautiful. She'd always been beautiful. But standing in the doorway, welcoming me, I was overcome.

Her body was one long perfect wave, curves everywhere they should be, drawing your eyes to follow them. Her green eyes were dark, and her slightly curly hair could only be described as scarlet.

She was barefoot, wearing a cute, frayed denim miniskirt and tank top.

I felt slightly too dressy in my grey silk blouse and black wrap skirt and heels.

"I've fucking missed you!" She smiled and wrapped me in her arms.

"And I've missed you too! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to visit in a while!" hugging her back tightly. My dark hair and olive skin against her red and glowingly tan coloring was, well, it was just nice. As it always had been.

She pulled me in to her home. 

"Jeez, Shannon, I think the last time we went this long without seeing each other was, what, right after college? When you took that job in California, making 5 bucks an hour?"

"Oh god what a mistake THAT was!" I loved the way her mouth moved when she laughed, as she did now. I heard my own voice, relaxed and happy, saying "'Oh, yes, Shannon, we definitely promote from within, just pay your dues and...' 'Oh thank you sir for all your bullshit'." Laughing with Andrea closed the gap of time since I'd last seen her, and I felt myself relax. 

"All I'm saying is that in 22 years, I've come to expect you around."

We smiled at each other.

I met Andrea the first day of college. We were roommates and immediately best friends. That's common enough, but in less than a month we became lovers. Neither one of us had ever been with another girl, and neither one of us understood how or why it happened, but for six glorious months it was bliss.

For me, at least.

Ultimately, Andi was straight and, as it turns out, I was a lesbian. We never really talked about it. It had come and gone and we both cherished the memory, and that was all there was about that.

After school, I'd gone to California for a few years, and Andi married Jason. I'd been her Maid Of Honor. 

And in the blink of an eye, it seemed, there was Delilah.

Just like now.

"Auntie Shannon!!" was the only thing I heard before 140 lbs of 19-year-old-girl was hanging around my neck.

"Oof!! Del! How ya been girliegirl???" I hugged her hard.

"Oh, doing all the stuff Mommy says not to."

"You know I hate the 'auntie' thing," I commented.

"But its tradition! I thought you old-timers liked tradition!"

"Oh, you bitch!" I swatted her ass playfully. It was rounder, more supple, than when I last saw her. Her whole body had grown up while I'd been absent. I remembered her babyfat giving way to 14 year old waifishness. Now she'd gone the other direction, but with a woman's curves. She was definitely her mother's daughter. Almost exactly like her at that age.

"OK, I'm heading out for pizza with Samantha and Mel. I'll be back later!" She kissed my cheek, squeezed my hand, and went off to meet her friends.

Andi's smile was quiet as she watched Del leave the room. "I love having her home when she's on break. But she does seem to like trying to see how far she can push me."

"Well, she was so well behaved in high school, you had to expect that, sooner or later, she'd be trouble."

"Just like her Aunt?"

"Just like her Mom."

Jason had died when Del was 4. Andi had never really recovered her life after that. Her life became raising Delilah. The occasional man passed through, but she simply didn't seem to care. Her daughter was the center of her universe. And she'd done a good job. I realized that Del was now the age her mother and I had been when we met. My cheeks felt hot and I was surprised that I was blushing.

We sat at the table talking and having coffee for an hour. 

Coffee turned to wine. 

Del burst back into the house, changed into what was obviously club clothes, and dashed out with a peck on each of our cheeks, telling us not to wait up. Andrea laughed and shrugged a "what can you do?"

"Let's go with her, Andi!"

We both laughed.

But it HAD been a long time since I went out.

Wine turned to gin.

The kitchen table became the living room couch.

"Andi, you've raised a really good girl. Delilah is amazing. But now she's at college. What are you doing with yourself?"

"Oh, you know, I work, exercise, learning the piano, I keep busy."

"Yeah, but is 'busy' enough? Isn't it time you thought about yourself and your life a bit?"

"Just ask. No, I'm not dating. Who could I possibly find? I'm 42, with a daughter. Not the most attractive package for most guys."

"No, you are 42, professional, with a daughter out of the house. Oh, and you still have the same body you did when you were on the swim team."

I hadn't intended it to sound like a flirt, and if Andi noticed how my eyes flashed along her legs, barely hidden by her denim mini, well, she didn't say anything.

There was a long silence.

"Andi, whats..."

"I don't even know what dating means I don't know what sex is anymore I don't know what fucking KISSING is anymore!!"

Angry or sad? Andi was confusing like that. I honestly didn't know.

"Andi, how long..."

"10 years."

She started sobbing and I pulled her to me, just holding her and letting all those emotions out.

"Shan, I wouldn't change a...but I'm so alone now."

"I know, sweetie, I know."

We sat like that for a while, me holding her, her holding me. Her hair smelled of lilacs, and I felt my body fit easily to hers, a deep, physical memory.

"When we were, you know, together? Why did we break up?"

"Honestly, because I was gay and you just weren't. I just sort knew I was going to be left, eventually."

"But, you--neither one of us had ever, you know, and so how did you know I wasn't gay too?"

"One night, in bed, when we were having sex, when you were cumming..."

Andrea blushed.

"I looked up into your eyes and I just knew. This was, I was, just a passing thing. And it wasn't for me. It just wasn't." I didn't tell her how my heart broke in that moment, those decades ago.

Her head was against my chest still and suddenly I was very aware of a lock of her hair tickling under my top. I buried my face in her hair, letting the flowery scent fill my nose, becoming more and more aware of how much I'd missed her.

And even more aware of how her hand had slipped to the small of my back.

"What do you see in my eyes now, Shannon," she whispered, looking up at me.

"Andrea, this isn't..."

But her other hand was on the back of my head pulling me into a kiss. A kiss I had been wanting for so very long. 

I couldn't believe how wonderful she tasted, mixed with wine and gin, the tingling of alcohol mixing with lust and hunger. 

Andi eagerly lead me to her bed, I was too caught up to think straight, to resist..

On the softness of her bed, I lay beside her, my thigh slipped between hers, pressing up against the dampness growing in her panties, her skirt shoved up, and our mouths finding familiar and new ways to meet. Herhips began to move against me, her dampness and heat grinding down onto my bare leg.

I wanted to spend hours exploring her body, wanted to make up for decades apart, but her need and mine were too deep.

I reached under her skirt, yanked her panties down.

I held for a moment, breathing in her scent, more intoxicating than the drinks we'd shared. 

She whimpered.

"Please...oh god, Shannon...please!"

Pure need.

I whimpered.

Hunger.

My tongue-tip flickered across her cunt, her body spasmed, another flick, and her hips shifted toward me, deliberately, and my mouth covered her. I showed no subtlety, barely any skill, just assaulted her cunt, driving her body with my tongue and lips. My fingers slipped inside her, slick and easy, thrusting as my tongue twirled over her clit, soon held in my lips.

Andi's body was nothing but sweat and a constant writhing, but it had been so very long for her, so long her body couldn't cum for me. My mouth covered her completely, wet heat on wet heat. Her fingers pulled at the sheets and I heard her start to cry, as she felt orgasm slipping from her, cries of frustration and need. Need I shared.

I slipped a slick finger from her pussy and, with surprising ease, into her anus.

And she was there, a gasp, almost a scream of surprise and her entire body became an earthquake, her thighs crushed my head and I willing let myself drown in her release, loved how she completely covered my face, loved how she couldn't stop, loved how her cries of loss turned into sobs of joy, of overwhelming sensation.

When, at last she stopped, she was shivering, coated in sweat. I moved up to her, moved in to kiss her, and there I saw it. The same look I saw years before.

My heart broke.

She was asleep in minutes. Alcohol, a powerful orgasm, she'd be asleep until noon.

On the sofa, still fully dressed, I had another drink. I had expected her to be my college lover, but to love me back, this time. I expected to go back in time and do it right.

As if I had done anything wrong. As if she had done anything wrong.

I hadn't spent a lifetime pining for her. I hadn't held an unrequited love for her.

Not that I knew of, at least.

I wandered the house, looking at knick-knacks, little memories she kept about. Maybe we really do never get over our first loves. Or maybe I just never wanted to get over her. I wasn't in love with her all these years. I loved her, yes. Maybe I was in love with her now, again. But she was simply not in love with me and never would be.

I sighed as I watched the time turn to midnight. The same thoughts went round and round in my head. It was useless. 

My last relationship had been a disaster. She was beautiful and funny but boring. Not just in bed, but in life. I wanted to go out, to go dancing, sometimes even clubbing like Delilah was even now. She wanted to watch TV.

As problems go, that should have been an almost easy breakup. But we let it go on too long. Were too desperate to find someone before the invisible clock in our imaginations ran out. Let resentments build until we had little choice but to be vindictive bitches to each other.

But those last two weeks, well, the sex was amazing. Not worth it, mind you, but amazing.

I found myself in Delilah's bedroom. What I would have given to be her age again. To be out with her now, dancing and laughing and wearing the panties my hands were playing through, silky and shamelesslysexy, and these white stockings that would look so beautiful on her legs just like the fishnet tights she pulled on before heading out and everything in this drawer is me including the hidden acrylic toy that would slip so easily inside her late at night face buried in the pillow to not wake Mom but god it feels so good never wanting to stop ass in the air fucking back against the toy being pushed inside again and again crashing down at last yes thats all hunger and need and me...

What was I doing? I hadn't realized. But there I was with a bottle in one hand and the other in her underwear drawer. I hadn't needed to see the toy to know what it was. And I imagined I could still feel some of her on it.

I stepped back, not so much horrified, which I probably should have been, but closer to frustrated. Maybe I did need a younger girlfriend. Someone more fun. I laughed quietly and dismissed the entire interlude to a mix of booze blahs, and plain old horniness.

There'd only been one orgasm, and it hadn't been mine.

I didn't realize that I was running fingers along my lips. Fingers which had recently touched acrylic.

It was a little after 2am when Delilah got home, all sweaty and glowing and smiling.

"Shan! You big sexy dyke!" She bounced into my lap, and I hugged her, laughing with her. It was nice, really nice. We'd stayed in touch through my absence in email and the phone and it made me happy that it translated into the real world. That's not always the case.

"How ya doing, partytramp?" 

"How do you think I'm doing?"

"See, I knew I should have gone with you instead!"

"You should have, definitely! You'd dig Suzysuze and she digs girls A LOT! Trust me, I know!"

"Ah, does someone's friend like to touch a little more than the others?"

"Yeah, sometimes, she's fun though and I can't say it isn't a little hot. Plus, DAMN the girl can kiss!"

That sent a shiver through me. A slightly confusing but delicious shiver.

"Say what you want about us lesbians, but we know how to kiss girls."

"My god, that's the truth! Its so damn...whats the word...deliberate. And you feel it right down to your toes. Can you teach the boys to do that?"

"Nope, my school takes no boys, sorry."

We laughed.

"Babygirl, you are so damn like your mother, right then, you looked exactly like her in college. Here, look at this."

I fished a picture from my bag and passed it to her.

"Please ignore the fashion faux-pas, it was, after all, over 20 years ago. Though we still liked fishnets like these then too." I playfully pulled at a strand just above her knee and left my hand there.

"Wow...no, you were right, Mom's definitely pretty, but here she's a babe!!"

"Tell me about it, the guys were all over her."

"Don't tell me she was a tramp!"

She laughed and nuzzled into me a little bit, it was getting to be very close.

"No, not at all. Your Mom is many things, but promiscuous she was not."

I could smell her sweat, feel her breathing, feel the heat under the fishnet. I didn't know I was kissing her until she pulled back, tried to struggle out of my arms, to no avail.

"Shannon! Did I...did you...you shouldn't do that."

But suddenly I didn't care.

"Del, your friend doesn't even know how to kiss."

My hand on the back of her head pulled her back to me, to my kiss.

She struggled briefly, but in a moment or two, I heard and felt her whimper and begin to kiss back.

She parted her thighs just a little, my hand moved up slightly, she twitched, quivered, and closed her thighs, but kept my hand there.

"Shan, how did you, that was, please kiss me again."

So I did, even more deeply, my fingers tangled in her hair. I could almost hear her heart racing. I could hear my own.

Suddenly I yanked her hair, snapping her head back to expose her neck to my lips, my teeth. 

She was sighing with each contact, and her skin tasted of alcohol and sweat and youth. I trailed kisses from her neck, up behind her ear, and back down, while her hands played in my hair and nails on the back of my neck.

I found her collar bone to be sensitive to my tiny bites, to the fluttering touch of my tongue tip. 

She softly whispered my name as we rolled lazily to the floor.

She pulled my lips back up to hers and kissed me fiercely, tounge lashing at mine, filled with need. I slowly unzipped her top, letting her hear each tooth as it opened, and the front of her bra opened easily to my fingers.

My fingertips drew on her breasts, my fingernails traced lightly, until I reached her already hardened nipple. My fingertip ran along the edge of the hardened bud, finally giving a gentle pinch that increased the intensity of her kiss even more and moved her hands down to my thigh and ass. Her nails dug in through my skirt, my hips shifted.

I growled and my hands moved suddenly under her skirt, and my fingernails, so perfectly manicured, tore open the crotch of her fishnets.

My little girl wasn't wearing panties.

And I loved her for it.

I laughed softly, "Tramp."

"Prude," she replied, suddenly yanking my panties down under my skirt.

And with a tiny shifting of legs and hips and hands, I was above her, my fingers entwined with hers, my cunt against the mesh encasing her thigh, her's against my bare skin.

A tiny 'oh!' escaped her lips.

I began to move against her, and she moved back.

Our bodies exchanged their heat, their hunger. Our skin consumed it.

I wanted to do so much to her, but I needed to see her, like this, the first time.

'Please let this be the first time' I begged in my mind.

She began to moan, and moved her thigh, finding exactly the right place, causing me to arch my back with overwhelming sensation.

I lowered my mouth back to hers and our kiss mirrored out movements.

Breathing became difficult, and our mouths parted.

Our eyes locked.

"Shan, I didn't know...I didn't know...it was like this...why did you wait...Shan..."

She was so close, so very close.

"My Delilah, so beautiful like this, just like your mother," I panted

"What? You...her..."

'Oh no, oh no' I almost panicked, but nothing was going to top me.

"You with...Mommy?"

And that sent her over the edge, the slow, fluid dance turned to her body spasming against mine, trying for more and more contact, clumsy in the most beautiful way and I could feel her lust running onto my thigh and my own orgasm flooded over her and she's holding onto me so tightly and can't control herself as her earthquake wracks through her and through me and I keep driving at her, coaxing her higher and higher, bringing her the orgasm she didn't even know her body could give, didn't even know existed. 

We were both crying at the end.

After a long time, barely breathing, I looked down at her, and she up at me.

There, in her eyes, I saw what I'd been longing to see all those years ago.



The Look...of Love Son?



I was awakened by the sound of my father's car starting below me, it must be 7:00 am I thought as I looked at the clock, and sure enough it was, spot on. 

As I watched him drive down the street I thought what would happen to his wake at 6:00am, leave at 7:00 schedule if Mum woke up horny and demanded sex?

I knew that they did have a sex life, as my sister and I had heard them at it occasionally, Dad had put on a little bit of condition, but Mum was still in ok shape, at 45, and with two kids, she still got an offer from time to time, but she wasn't available, and let anyone who tried it know. 

She was never offended when someone tried, but took it as a complement, she often said the time would come when no one would try, and that would be a sad time for her.

I know that she was in pretty good shape as one day instead of knocking, waiting, and then walking into her bedroom as I'd done for years. I knocked and walked in at the same time. I was well into the room when she came out of her bathroom naked, with her skirt in her hand.

"Shit, sorry Mum," but as I turned to walk out she said, "that's ok just keep your back to me and we can still talk." I said what I'd come in to say, and then because she'd been moving around the room busily doing something, but not quite coming into my view I asked, "what are you doing anyway?"

"I've put a button on this skirt, my sister Jenny likes it, and as I was going to throw it out, 'cause my bum's too big for it now, she asked if she could have it, and I said yes." 

She moved into view and had put the skirt on, "what do you think, is my bum too big for it?" 

She had her hands over her breasts.

"Nah I like it tight," I was aware that she'd just put it on and would've had nothing on underneath.

"Tight, tight you say, it'll be all right until I sit down and then it'll explode in all directions, in an instant."

"In that case if you do wear it, there's one thing you'll need to be sure to do."

"What's that?"

"You'll need to ensure that you're wearing underwear."

"Get out," she said in mock anger pointing at the door with her right hand.

I just stood there smiling and looking openly at her now exposed, very well formed, left breast.

"Shit," as she moved her hand back to cover it. "I think you'd better go now mister."

"Yes ma, I'll just pole vault out of here."

"Pole vault, you're a sick puppy, fancy getting turned on at the sight of your old mothers naked breast."

We both laughed, and as I left the room I was thinking, I don't know about getting turned on, but if she wasn't my mother, I'd definitely jump her bones.

As she was leaving later that day with the skirt in her hand to go to Jenny's, I said, "I hope that you've got something on under that skirt." 

She turned and struck a very sexy pose saying, "you mister will never, ever, ever know."

As she walked away she exaggerated the sway of her hips and then turned around to catch me looking at her arse. "You really are a sick puppy staring at your mother's body...again, you'll be able pole vault out of here also."

As she walked away she looked back and said, "love ya babe."

"Love ya Ma," and just before she closed the door, "Love ya arse."

"Pervert."

I wasn't sure about the pervert bit but I sure did love her arse.

Now as I walked into the kitchen I knew that the odds of her wearing not much at all, underwear or anything else today, were pretty high as it was a hot day already, and only going to get hotter. 

As I thought, she was in only a mid thigh length, very light robe, obviously with nothing on under it, as all of her moving parts, were moving as she walked. 

She went to the sink holding a wooden spoon and I said, "it's been a long time since you've greeted me with a wooden spoon in your hand."

She smiled and said in the voice that you would use to talk to a very young child, "that's because you've been a veeeeeery goooooood boy this week, but you won't be able to keep it up, so for sure by next week the spoon will be back in action."

I stuck out my chest, adopted a swagger and moved as close to her as I could, "oh yeah is that right? Well let me tell you it's about time that you felt the wooden spoon on your bum for a change."

With that I took the spoon from her, held her wrists behind her back, turned her around, and bent her over along the kitchen counter, with the side of her face pressing into it. 

For a moment I worried that the shortness of her robe would mean she was exposed, it didn't really matter though, as the only window behind her faced into the back garden, full of trees, and with a high fence. 

I whacked her once on each cheek, maybe however it was just a little too hard. 

She yelped, "hey buddy don't bruise the fruit, I don't want to have to explain to your dad why my bum's red raw."

"I don't care it's your problem not mine, anyway nobody gave a damn about my arse being red."

"It wasn't that often and not that hard."

She seemed to be quite comfortable lying on the counter, and in no hurry for me to let her up. I had my hand on her wrists but wasn't actually holding them.

Suddenly I had a feeling of power over her which to be honest started below my waist, I felt a stirring in my loins, as they say.

She must have seen something in my eyes and she started to get up, still with a smile on her face, "let me up love, I've lots of things to do this morning."

"No, I haven't finished with you yet, just a few more strokes and then I will have."

I was now holding her wrists and pressing down, but she was no longer smiling as the realisation hit her that I was in control, not her. The haunted, wide eyed look on her face was one that I'd seen only once ever before in my life.

---------------------------------------------------- 

I was a little drunk at a party at our house a couple of years ago and overheard a conversation, in which mums sister Jenny was saying that she'd just found out that day, that her husband David was having an affair, and that was why he wasn't with her tonight . 

She told Mum that the first person to ask her for sex tonight, or whenever was going to have their brains screwed out, she was going to get back at him that way. 

Both Mum and Jenny were very pretty ladies, not beautiful, but attractive with all right bodies. I have for a long time been aware of Jenny's breasts, not that big, but a really nice shape, probably a B cup, not that I know much about size, anyway, more than a good handful is really a waste. 

They were however a very nice shape, and so I've taken the odd chance over the years, and brushed against them, and as I thought she was a bit of a flirt, she never seemed to be too upset. 

Most of the times it happened, I'd had a bit to drink, so maybe she put it down to that. 

As soon as I heard her say that she was available to the right offer, I was aware that there may be an opportunity for me if, I played my cards right. 

It was a hot night and everyone was outside eating and drinking, I waited until she went into the house to go to the bathroom, and followed her. I guess the alcohol gave me the courage to wait outside the door, and as she came out, I just put my arms around her, pushing my hips into her. 

Instantly she had that very same haunted look in her eyes, that I'd seen today in my mothers eyes.

"What do you want Robbie?"

I didn't answer but put both hands under her arse, picked her up and walked her back into the bathroom. 

As she still had that look in her eyes, I wasn't going to get too involved in a conversation with her, her feet were still off the ground, as I used my foot to close the door, took one hand off her arse and locked it behind us. 

"What do you want Robbie?"

"You," and I kissed her.

She responded at first, with our tongues meeting, and then pushed me away, "No, no way, you're my sister's boy, what if she found out?"

"I won't tell her if you don't, anyway this isn't a boys, it's a man's," as I put her hand onto my penis.

She didn't move her hand. 

I continued, "I've wanted you for the last 5 years, ever since I was aware of women, you know that I've brushed against you every chance I've had, and you're less of a woman than I think you are, if you haven't worked that out."

She looked at me still not moving her hand, "you're so lucky that I didn't kick you in the balls. I knew what you were doing, I didn't mind so much rubbing against my breast, but I wasn't happy with you feeling my arse when people could see."

"I must've been pissed."

"I must've been too or I would've kicked you in the nuts, but I knew what you were doing all along."

She still was feeling my penis.

I moved my head down to cover her mouth, she didn't resist at all this time, kissing me back, her tongue again being the one to break through. Eventually she broke the kiss and said, "ok, but not here, go to your bedroom and wait for me, I'll only be a minute behind you."

I thought she was maybe trying to get out of it, "you might not come."

"I'll come, don't you worry about that, any other time and I would have kicked your nuts in for you, but believe me buddy tonight's the night for you. Go and I'll be along right away." 

As I thought about what she'd said to Mum, then I knew that she'd come, and so I went up to my room.

I have the best pad that any of my friends have ever seen, it's a fully self contained one bedroom apartment above the garage, entered by a staircase inside, but at the back of the garage, once you're inside no one can see you.

I'd been inside for just a few seconds when I heard the bottom door close. I waited and after about 30 seconds, she walked in totally naked, and threw her clothes onto the floor. 

"You're a bit behind me why don't you catch up?" as she launched herself at me, ripping off my clothes, and then throwing them on top of hers.

Quickly, within seconds I was as naked as she. Instantly her eyes went to my cock, "mmm nice, I like them thick, after three kids it helps a lot."

Before she let me start she said, "two things, I'm on the pill and I want you to come inside of me, also if you play your cards right, this may not be the only time we're together, it's up to you, ok?"

"Ok," as I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her pubic hair, "thank god you haven't shaved it, I like it natural, just as God intended it to be."

To say that she was up for it didn't quite cover it, although as the months progressed, I found out that she was always 'up for it.'

She said nothing, only putting her hands onto the back of my head holding me to her, and in no time at all, we'd slid onto the floor, my face between her legs, with her thighs almost crushing my head, as she locked her heels around it to hold me in place, still with her hands on the back of my head.

I managed to slide my hand under her and slip two fingers inside, with my little finger after only slight resistance entering her brown hole. Not many women can resist that, and she wasn't one of them. Soon she was moaning and writhing as my tongue and three fingers did their work.

My tongue flicking like a snakes, and my fingers probing to find those special places that are hidden away, but just have to be found, as they hold the secrets that need to be unlocked for a woman to reach the heights of ecstasy that they strive so hard for, so that after maybe three or four minutes of this she came.

She didn't make a lot of noise at first, all of her energies were used to thrash her body, her arms, and her hips. She held her breath and bit her top lip until she climaxed, and only then, right at the end, did she call out as you would expect someone having an orgasm to do.

Afterwards her heels were still locked behind my head, and her hands still pushing herself into me, so it was easy to tell she still wanted more, which I was happy to provide for her. 

She soon came again, just as wild and noisy as before. When she'd finished she said breathlessly, "come inside me, I don't think I can go again, but I am ready for you now."

She was very wet as I slid inside of her, and as she'd said, she was now ready for me. 

She didn't think that she could come again, but after several minutes of my slowly and gently sliding in and out of her, she'd obviously decided to explore the possibilities a little further. 

As her hips started to move, and a small noise began to develop deep inside her throat, it seemed that she was well on the way to proving herself wrong. 

Slowly, slowly, slowly, I went into, and then out of her. Some women like it hard, and some don't, but I'd taken the chance that this would be what she'd like, and she did. 

She was a woman who wanted it soft at first, and then hard and fast when she was at the point of release, and she was now starting to go at it hard and fast.

I knew that she was right there at the gate, all she had to do was push, and it would open wide for her to charge through, and be lifted up higher, higher, higher and higher, until she had no energy left to continue on.

She pushed open that gate and reached as high as she could go, but this time she was vocal, very vocal. I hoped that no one heard her, but wouldn't have been surprised if someone had called the police, she was that noisy.

She seemed spent, and so I continued along inside her at a 'nice and easy,' slow pace again, until I was ready to release into her. She tried to respond when she felt that I was letting go, but even though I was thrusting it hard and fast into her, and I could feel her muscles trying to grab at me, she never quite got there.

She was totally spent, gone beyond recall, but she tried, oh how hard she tried to join in. Unfortunately it was just beyond her reach, even though she really was so close, and she tried so hard, but just couldn't make it. 

She then fell backwards onto the bed. Legs and arms all wide apart, gasping deeply for air. Her eyes were wild, her hair was all over her face, what had taken her a half an hour to comb and set into place, had been destroyed totally, in a half of that time. She looked a mess totally, totally destroyed.

I wasn't that upset that she hadn't quite reached another climax, as is meant that it wouldn't take much for her to get there, and achieve her goal once we started again, my thrusting had been her foreplay.

I slid out, getting flaccid now, and rolled away from her slightly, as I did my hand slipped down from her breast, past her stomach, and then stopped as it cupped her mound. My thumb and index finger pinched her lips and clitoris softly and gently for about two minutes, as my long finger slid easily in and out of her at the same time, and soon her hips started to move. 

Slowly at first, but as I moved my finger from pinching her lips, to running it along her slit, they began to move more quickly, both up and down, and then around and around and then back to up and down.

Round and round, up and down, faster, faster, faster and faster, until at last she got there, her train pulled into her station, right on time for her. 

Shudders and spasms racking her body, as once again her calls were loud and primal, her fingers stretched her nipples as far away from her as they could go, as though they were elastic bands. I thought she was going to pull them right from her breasts.

She was wrecked, again, totally, completely and utterly, again gasping for air as if she'd been pulled from the water, as close to drowning as she could get.

She stayed with me for another hour, talking, kissing and touching. 

To some women being able to talk with the man is as important as the act of sex itself.

After a while we made love again, and again she called out for the entire world to hear, and then afterward, went back to the party. 

She left at midnight but just before she did she took me onto one side and said, "go up to your room, and have your phone with you."

About a minute after she'd left, my phone rang, it was her, "I parked around the corner and I'm at the garage door," she said, "come and let me in please."

I went down the stairs totally naked, and when opening the door jumped out in front of her calling out, "da daaaaaaah" with my arms wide open.

"Da daaaaaaah yourself," she replied adopting the same arms wide open stance. 

Standing there with her clothes in her hand, she too was naked.

My mouth fell open, I was in the garage but she was out in the street.

Her mouth also fell open, but only after she'd dropped to her knees and fastened herself onto my cock.

The street we lived on was quite a busy one, and soon enough a car came along followed shortly after by a second. Both saw us at the last minute and sounded their horns. As they continued on we took no notice of them, continuing with what we were doing.

The third car was a different matter, they were going very slowly as if looking for a street number, and as soon as the driver saw us he pulled over and stopped. At first she didn't notice but when the car door slammed shut, as the driver got out to investigate, she spun around and then looked up at me smiling, "do you want to go inside, or stay here, this might turn out to be fun?"

"It's up to you Jenny, but as I've wanted you for years, I'm not sure that I want to share you with anyone else, maybe later, but not tonight."

"Yes, maybe you're right, but we'd better hurry or it'll be too late."

We made it through the door just in time, as the guy was about one second away from being able to prevent me from slamming the door in his face.

Wearing just the broadest grin, and nothing else, she leaned back against the door, "sometimes," she said laughing, "being a bit adventurous can be fraught with danger."

The guy was now knocking on the door saying what it was that he was going to do to her, and how much she was going to enjoy it. Clearly through the door we could hear his hard breathing as he said, "come on baby, two's company but three's an absolute blast, whatever your man can do to you, both of us will be four times as good."

"Have you ever tried a threesome?" as I put my hand on the lock.

"None of your business, but as you said, maybe later, just not tonight." To be sure that I got the message, she moved my hand from the lock, and then added, "but maybe we can use him anyway."

Turning her face to the door she said, "what makes you think that you can do something for me that my man can't?"

I liked the 'my man' bit.

"Baby, I'm big, I mean really big, I can reach places that normal men just can't."

"What's your name big boy?"

"Jerry."

Falling to her knees she said, "Well Jerry baby, I'm on my knees, and there's a hole in the door that I can see you through, so show me what you've got for me, and I might just take you up on your offer." 

To add emphasis to her words she tapped on the door at the height that she was now at.

"Oh baby you won't be disappointed, look at this, is it big or what?"

"Oh yeah, show it all to me Jerry, let me see what you can do for me," she said to the none existent hole.

"Can you see it baby, can you see it all?"

"Yes Jerry, I can see it, just stroke it for me, that's what I really want to see, more than anything else that turns me on like you wouldn't believe. I've got my face against the door, just at the right height for you, and what I want you to do is to mark me."

It was obvious that not only was she turning Jerry on, but that Jenny's temperature was rising as well. As she knelt there she was pulling her nipples as far as they'd go, they were obviously very, very sensitive.

Soon the sound of his fist hitting the door as he jerked off was heard, and then after only a short time, "huh, huh, huh, arrrrgh, fuck," as he came.

All the time that he was jerking off, Jenny was encouraging him saying, "come on big boy let me have it," and "yes big boy mark me, I want to be marked, I need to be marked"




The Look...of Love Son?



It was obvious to anyone that she was right into her role, not only that, but she was getting off herself, so that before Jerry was even starting to come, I was on my knees behind her with my mouth on her, with fingers and tongue doing their work. 

Less than ten seconds after he'd come, she did also. No one in the street would have paid much attention to the noises that he'd made, but I reckon that all the neighbours would have heard her, she was awesome, shudders racking her body, she had her face pressed against the door, and was moaning as if she really was enjoying being marked.

She turned to me with eyes blazing and bloodshot, her mouth hanging open with saliva dripping from it, "fuck that was hot," was all she said, and then to emphasis it, "fuck yeah."

I went to enter her, but she said, "no, not here, I want you in the bed, I need to be fucked properly by you."

She got to her feet unsteadily and facing the door said, "thank you so much Jerry, but that's all there is for tonight, but I do hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"You're fucking joking, aren't you, don't leave me like this."

"As they say in the old cartoons, ribeter, ribeter, that's all folks."

"Bitch, fucking bitch.

"Come on Jerry, don't be like that, we've just shared a mutually satisfying sexual experience, let's not have it end with bad blood between us.

"Bitch, fucking bitch," he obviously had a very limited vocabulary.

Jenny took my hand, "I think he's done all that he's going to do for us tonight, so let's go upstairs."

As we left, we could still hear Jerry banging on the door calling out bad things about her, probably understandable in the circumstances, but not nice never the less.

I let her go up the stairs first, but as soon as she'd got up the first two I pushed my face between her cheeks and started to lick her, with my hands around the front stroking her slit.

She turned to me, "If you keep that up we'll never get to the top."

"Turn around, I want to eat you."

She turned around, and then as my mouth found the spot, I pushed her back onto the stairs spreading her legs, she said, "I'm still so fucking horny from Jerry, I don't care what you do to me, but I do want to get you into to the bed."

So with Jenny on her back and me eating her out, she pushed herself backwards up the stairs, progress was slow and she had to stop twice along the way as the stimulation got to her.

Before she stopped for the first time Jerry had already hit the door and called out his abuse for a final time, and then after starting his car and revving the engine mercilessly for several seconds, he drove off very quickly, shredding his tyres and sounding the horn all the way along the street.

Jenny used my hair to pull my face away from her groin, looked at me with devilment in her eyes and said, "you'd think he'd be a happier person having jerked off on my face, wouldn't you?"

Her token attempt at humour over, she sank back onto the stairs slamming my face back between her legs, trying it seemed, to push me as far inside of her as she could get me. 

The second time that she stopped was because my tongue and fingers had got the better of her and she had to let herself go, again very noisily, grabbing me by the ears and grinding my face into her groin. 

She needed to take a few moments of rest, before we could continue her backward journey, as she was resting I continued to just lick her softly. 

Keeping her motor running you might say.

I was quite happy eating her out there, but after a while she started to once again move backwards, eventually reaching the top of the stairs, when suddenly, she again grabbed my ears and pulled my head away from her. 

"Right that's enough," she said, "I order you to immediately stop that and start treating me more like a lady, let me up please."

I let her up wondering what this change of attitude was all about.

"Huh?"

"Get up please."

I got up.

Jenny stood up straight, held her head up high trying to look as high class as possible, "Like a lady," she repeated, before grabbing my by the dick and leading me to the still unmade bed, like a dog on a lead. 

When she got there she let go of me, got onto the bed, lying down with her legs pulled back and holding them wide open, said, "right, I now order you to immediately stop treating me like a lady...and fuck me senseless, right now" 

Not wishing to argue with a lady, I put my head back between her legs, my fingers back inside of her, and my little finger again just pushing against her brown hole. 

It took only about two minutes before she again grabbed me by the ears, not trying to lift my head this time, but pulling me up so that her face and mine met. "I asked you to fuck me senseless, not lick me senseless. Now, I need you inside of me, I'm more than ready to come for you now." 

With the stimulation of the episode with Jerry, and our journey up the stairs, it took little time at all for me to come, thrusting harshly inside of her, fortunately she was as ready as I was and came almost at the same time.

When we'd finished and after resting for a while she said to me, "that was nice and before I leave you tonight, I want you to spend some more time with me like that. 

Make it last, make it really good for me, make me want to come back here again and again, but one thing that you need to know, is that if you continue to avoid playing with my nipples, you'll miss out on the best reaction of all." 

We lay together talking, it took a short time for me to get back to being, 'up to the task,' and when I was, I made sure that I payed attention to her nipples, as she'd asked.

It seemed to be all that she wanted, as every time I tried to move away to get to work between her legs, she put her hands on the back of my head, and held it there, so that eventually I got the message, and stopped trying to move down.

Her left nipple was the most sensitive, so I concentrated on that with two fingers deep inside her, she seemed to be happy to pass the time away, moaning, sighing and gasping, whilst moving her head around as if it were about to come loose and fall off.

I'm glad she told me about her nipples, as they really were the keys to her sexuality, if she'd gone berserk with Jerry marking her face, she was just as intense now with me concentrating on her nipples, and with those two fingers inside her, she came like a rolling clap of thunder.

She must have been very noisy, as Mum said to me with a grin the next morning, after Dad had left the kitchen, "who were you murdering last night?"

"Nunya."

"Nunya?"

"Nunya business."

She walked away laughing, "I like that."

I never found out if she knew that it was her sister who was screaming out, and I don't think that either of us would have worried if she had. 

That was two years ago, and Jenny and I still see each other about twice a month. She wanted me to come inside her that night, so that she could use her underwear to prove to her husband that she'd had sex with someone else. 

He just had to cop it on the chin. It helped her to forgive him, with the condition that he had no more chances, he has no idea how much he owes me. 

She said that she wasn't being hypocritical continuing seeing me, she said that she'd got nothing to hide, as she'd told him that she'd seen someone else, and he hadn't put any restrictions on her after finding out, so she kept right on seeing me.

----------------------------------------------------

Now, in the kitchen as I looked down at her, Mum held my gaze with that look in her eyes, and said in a very strained voice "please let me go, please let go of me."

"Not yet."

"But, when?"

"When I've punished you enough." I put my mouth against her ear and said "you've been a bad girl and need to be punished haven't you?"

She looked up at me, still with that wild look in her eyes, saying nothing. I noticed a trail of saliva running from her mouth onto the wood of the counter, but she was so involved in what I was doing to her, she wasn't even aware of it. 

She wasn't in control, I was.

Whack, whack, whack, whack four hard strokes on her arse. Her eyes flinched but she never said anything.

I again put my mouth against her ear, "you've been a very bad girl and need to be punished don't you?"

"Yes."

"What am I going to do to you?"

"Punish me."

"How?"

"With the wooden spoon."

"Where?"

"On my arse."

All of this time she'd held eye contact with me, she still had that look in them.

I was of course by now, rock hard.

Without breaking eye contact, I started to give her a series of hard, sharp little taps on her cheeks with the spoon, maybe twenty, maybe thirty, I wasn't counting, all in quick succession. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The look in her eyes intensified to something I've just never seen, and so I continued to spank her like that. She quite obviously liked it, and I was very, very stimulated.

I looked down at her arse and saw why she was so turned on, The blows were not landing on her cheeks, but right between them, right on her lips. I looked at her and thought then she may be almost gone beyond recall, she was almost mine.

I had to be sure though before I actually touched her, and so I letting go of her hands, I walked behind her, put my hand on her hip rather than her bum, and continued to just tap her on the lips with the handle.

She was moving her hips both back and forth, and in a circular motion, but she made

no attempt to get up, though she must have been aware that she was no longer

being held. 

There was also a little moan in the back of her throat which was growing to what

would eventually become animalistic.

I moved around to be alongside of her again, and saw that the saliva on the counter was now a larger puddle, I turned the spoon around so that I was now holding the ladle part, and used the handle to again tap her on her slit, many, many small taps right on her most sensitive area, she seemed paralysed. 

Eyes wide open, saliva streaming from her mouth, the only parts of her moving were her hips, as I tapped her ever so gently.

Aware that the robe was almost weightless, I lifted it up and exposed her totally to me, she didn't notice, as I'd thought would happen. But I did, I noticed that her lips were very, very swollen, red, wet and open.

I was now running the handle of the spoon between her lips, no longer making any pretence about what I was doing. I'd just wanted her to be absolutely out of control and we'd got there...fast.

Her eyes held mine as I took the handle from her lips, and seeing the amount of slime on it brought it up to my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to remove a string of her wetness hanging down from it.

Still holding her eyes, I repeated the manoeuvre, but this time with an exaggerated lick, whilst making equally exaggerated sounds of approval, she was now trembling.

"Mmmmh," I said "1971 was such a good vintage, what great taste and texture, with such a strong bouquet" 

All that she could do now was to bite her bottom lip.

With a shift of the angle it was easy to run the spoon along the inside of her lips, just at the entry, until she pushed back at it and then inch by inch until it was in, and would go no further. 

It was as far in as it could get. I pulled it out, and then back in again, in and back, in and back, time and time again.

Once again, I removed it from her and cleaned all the slime from the handle in the same exaggerated fashion, again she bit her lip, but the moan in the back of her throat went up in intensity some more.

Standing where she could see clearly what I was doing, I took off my shirt, undid my belt, dropped my shorts and underwear, she looked at my package with her eyes wide open, she knew that it was wrong but also knew what was going to happen to her.

I said, "Now I'm going to plant a kiss onto both the cheeks of your arse."

Holding her gaze, I kissed the palm of my hand, went around the back of her, her eyes following mine. I brought my hand right back then brought it down hard onto her right cheek, instantly the skin showed a red handprint.

Still holding her gaze, I put another kiss on my palm and brought that one down again hard onto her left cheek, the red mark now on it matched her right one. 

Neither of us gave any thought to the problem this may cause with my Father later, this was our time, it wasn't a time to ponder consequences.

Again I kissed my palm and brought it down onto her right, and then again a kiss landed onto her left cheek.

She thought that the fifth kiss was going to land on her right cheek again, but she was wrong, the hit was just as hard but not on her cheek, it landed right where I intended it to.

Bang on target...her slit.

Another hit to each of her cheeks, and then another one right between them.

For all this time, she had her wrists crossed as if they were being held, but of course they weren't. She could have got up and walked away at any time, except that she was incapable of doing so, it was as if she was chained to the counter, which I guess, in a way she was.

I walked back behind her, putting two fingers inside of her seeking out her G Spot with them, as my thumb found her clitoris, I wasn't gentle with her, she didn't complain, in fact she responded instantly to the force. 

Taking my cue from her response, I put my cock at her entrance and slid it slowly inside her.

Almost as soon as I was all the way inside her I came, hard, thrusting and driving as if there was no limit to how far inside her that I could get.

Afterwards, when I'd caught my breath I pulled it out of her, I was still as hard as when I'd first put it inside, I watched as my seed oozed out from her, putting my hand there to catch it to spread it all over her, groin area.

As one larger gob seeped out I caught it on one finger, waked round to alongside of her face, made a big production of putting it onto the end of my cock, and said, "clean it off."

She never hesitated for a second, her face moved across the counter and her mouth greedily sought out the juice, sucking and licking it until there was no more left on it.

I went back behind her, slid myself back inside, and repeated the exercise of then getting her to clean it off.

When I made her clean it for a third time, her eyes were closed and the ecstasy on her face was something to behold, she was in heaven. 

My intention now was to push her to her limits, but what could I do to achieve that?

I was aware that the handle of the spoon alone wasn't going to be enough for her to reach a total climax and looked around for something else that may do the job for me. 

What caught my eye were the salt and the pepper shakers at the back of the counter.

They were about 12 inches long, but more importantly, about 2 inches in diameter, they were like two very big wooden dildos, ideal, and just within reach.

At this point I had no thoughts at all that there may be consequences to all of this, looking back later I was shocked how fast it all had developed. I'd never had any real thoughts about her like this before. 

Sure I'd looked at her from time to time when she bent over either from the front or rear, and admired the view but that was all. At this point we were two people, in the middle of having sex, not mother and son.

Moving across in front of her it was easy to reach the big salt shaker, as I picked it up, her eyes widened, and I realised that she knew right away what I had planned.

It occurred to that this may not be the first time that this had been inside her, as she showed no fear, only excitement at what was about to happen. I thought there should be no problem getting it in as she was so wet, that it was almost running down her legs. 

But it was big.

Slowly at first I rubbed it against the opening, and then applied a little more pressure, which she pushed back against. Little by little with her pushing back, her lips opened and as I rotated and pushed it, it started to gain entry. 

I was so fascinated as the shaker seemed to be slowly eaten by her, but then once it'd breached her entry, with almost a rush it was in, all the way, or as far as it would go at least. 

Then as I used the spoon on her again, quite hard and several times, she came. Jesus, what a noise she made, banging and grinding her hips against the edge of her bench top, as she pushed back against the shaker.

I just held it and let her go hard at it, on, on and on. Eventually she collapsed down onto the floor face first, putting out her arms to cushion the fall. I watched fascinated as her hand slid underneath her and she used it to continue to hump the shaker whilst still on the floor.

When she'd stopped I took the spoon and slapped her several times hard on the cheeks which started her off again, back to being out of control, this wasn't my mother, this was the wildest women I'd ever seen, and she was hot and wet.

By this time her cheeks were marked and red, far more that we would ever be able to explain to Dad.

At this point however, I started to think about myself, I'd learned to control myself for long periods of time, but this was something a lot different from anything I'd ever been involved in before. 

I also had to realise that this wasn't just some tart I'd brought home from a bar to screw, she was still my mother. 

I'd read about mother son sex before, but we were the last ones to my mind who would've got involved in it. 

What I have to say is that I can understand how it can happen, I loved her absolutely and totally and this was an erotic, but out of control extension of that.

What I have to be honest about also, is that there was also an element of competition with my father, the young bull-old bull thing, I needed to show her that I was as good as him, maybe even better. 

I'd been totally transfixed at the sight of her going for her life on the salt shaker. I'd thought that she may have had some difficulty getting it in, but with very little of a struggle it'd slid right in and made itself at home, as if it had been made especially for that place.

As I watched I knew there was only one way that it could end, but I couldn't use her vagina as it was now stretched beyond my ability to fill it, and anyway, the shaker was still working away inside of her.

I knew from listening to her talking to Jenny, that she didn't really like oral sex all that much, and even though she was out of control, and most likely didn't know what it was that she was doing, I thought it wrong to take advantage and do that to her, she was still after all, and would always remain, my Mother.

Then right in front of me, I saw the answer, as she was grinding away on the shaker still, her cheeks opened and closed, and the other little hole winked up at me. 

I reached down and ran my thumb around the opening, it was very wet from her stimulations, and my thumb went right in, so that both her holes were being worked on at the same time. 

Without any more thought I dropped down, took my penis and slid it between her cheeks. She became aware of what was happening, and held herself up for me to gain access into her. 

She was so wet that I slid right in, like a train into a tunnel. 

Once that was accomplished Mum started to moan, and it didn't take very long at all before she was off again, pushing against me and calling out as if in pain, rolling on and on, until she was just absolutely spent...again. 

She was active long enough for me to release into her the first time but was almost immobile as I remained erect and started moving into her a second time.

As I'd just gone for a second time in only a few minutes, I was never going to release quickly and so I was able to dictate the speed that I went at, and of course the depth that I went inside her. 




The Look...of Love Son?



It took many minutes of thrusting, and by now I was going in all the way with quite some force, before I was calling out and thrusting hard into her, as never before, or since. 

Both times were amongst the most intense sex that I would ever experience, and as I could feel the ridges of the salt shaker against my penis, stimulating me further, as I pushed into her, it heightened my pleasure.

As I collapsed onto her I looked at the clock, we'd been going at it for over forty minutes, it was a miracle that she hadn't had a heart attack.

I pulled out, rolled onto my side, lying behind her, and rested, exhausted like that, fighting for breath as if my life depended on it.

"More?"

I looked at Mum.

"More?" She repeated.

I shook my head unable to speak.

"More...please."

Again all that I could manage was a shake of the head.

"More?"

"No, I'm cooked, gassed, finished, no more," I said, and then went back to fighting for breath.

Her eyes were wild, and her hair was all over her face as she rolled onto her back, and with both hands holding the shaker, she slammed it hard into her, again, again and again, until finally she came.

Her body doing part sit ups as the high voltage electricity slammed into her, before falling back flat onto the kitchen floor, and then arching herself upwards, so that only the back of her head, and the soles of her feet had any contact with the floor. 

I was in shock, this was more intense than anything that I'd ever seen.

She looked as if she was going to die as she fought for breath afterwards, as I myself had only a few short moments ago. Eventually she started to breath more normally, and when she did I pulled her to me, enveloping her in the safety of my arms. Carefully I reached around and slowly removed the salt shaker from inside of her. 

I'm not sure if she felt me or not, she seemed to still be out to it.

Eventually, and very slowly she turned around and looked into my eyes, I was lost for words, and anyway, how was I going to explain to myself, much less anyone else, what I'd just done to her?

"What...how...what?" She was searching for answer that I couldn't give to her. 

She turned fully around and I pulled her back into my arms. She again dosed for a few minutes and then got up, and on very shaky legs walked away without saying anything. 

She just looked back at me once quickly, and then for a second time as she stopped, before wobbling through the door holding the wall for support.

Her eyes were wild. 

From where I was lying, I had a clear view at the angry red marks all over her cheeks, and between them, and her meat flaps hanging down between them. They were as pronounced as the landing gear on a 747. 

It was only then that I gave any thought at all to my Father, and any repercussions that may follow.

Not sure what was going to come from it, I got up and on similarly shaky legs went to have a shower, being aware as I did, that she was doing the same. 

We both stayed under the water for a long time, I was out before her and thinking that it'd be best if I moved out as she might tell Dad, I'd found a bag and was packing when she walked in, wearing a robe.

"We have to talk."

"Yes mum, I'm really sorry..." but she cut me off, with a wave of her hand, and sat on my bed.

"No Robbie, please let me talk." 

"I knew as soon as you started to spank me that I was in trouble, and I should've stopped you at that time, but I chose not to." 

She continued, "I like to be spanked, and always have. Before I met your father and when I'd only just turned 18, I let a boy spank me, I knew right away that I liked it more than anything else."

"It totally overwhelmed me, I was on fire so much that I can't describe it to you other that to say I was totally, totally, 100% on fire, my entire body was burning up, from the inside."

"The next day he brought four of his friends around and they all took turns with me, it wasn't rape because I enjoyed it even more that they did. They had me for over two hours of continual sex. It was the best sex I was ever going to have, until today."

"Not surprisingly I got pregnant. From the time I started my periods when I was twelve, they were irregular and sometimes none at all. My parents were, as you know strictly Catholic and wouldn't let me on the pill to regulate them until I was 18, and I could make the choice for myself."

"Unfortunately, I'd done nothing about the pill when I'd turned 18, so when I missed two periods I didn't worry, because that was fairly normal." 

"Then after I went back one day and let them do me again, I had a miscarriage, I just couldn't control myself with them, but I was so upset when I lost the poor little baby, that I vowed it would never happen again, and it hasn't, not until today at least."

"Shortly after this my Dad was moved here almost a thousand miles away, and I've never gone back there since."

She continued, "Your Dad's a good man and I love him, he'd be devastated that this has happened today, and just as much that I couldn't tell him what'd happened back then."

I was surprised that she was as calm as she appeared to be, and I sat listening intently as she spoke. After what had happened today, I could easily believe that she, at 18, would've been totally out of control when they started on her, and in no position to get back in control, until they allowed her to. 

I put my arms around her and finally she cried, more for her baby I think, than for herself.

Afterwards she continued on, "I've never told anyone about this, neither of my parents know, nor does Jenny, but you needed an explanation. I'm sorry, I used you today for my own selfish reasons, to see what would've happened had I tried it, and I apologise to you for that. I've dreamt about someone doing me like that for years, and I've fought to not let it happen again." 

"If I had let it, I would've most likely gone from my family, and spent all my time looking for sex. It would've destroyed this family and all that I have now would be gone, what this has shown me is that I was right to not try it again with someone else." 

"Please don't tell anyone about what has happened today, or when I was 18, I promise that I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

We slept in my bed for a long time in each others arms, and try as I might I couldn't convince her that she didn't owe me anything.

I suggested that she told Dad about her fetish, and then ask him to tie her up and spank her one night, take her out for a test drive as it were.

"I've tried that," she said with more tears in her eyes, "but he only told me that he thought it was sick to do that to some one that he loved." 

Then she sat up, clutching the sheet to her and said, "I'm so worried that now I've opened the door to my secret past, I may not be able to put the genie back into the bottle, I'm concerned that I won't be able to control myself, and I'll then go out looking for sex, eventually ending up outside the family."

I looked at her, "don't worry about that Mum, it just won't happen, I'll never let you go outside the family, we all need you too much for me to let that happen."

"But Robbie, it might... just happen one day. There're two guys at work who have a fair idea that I can be turned on by it. I went into the warehouse three weeks ago and one of them came up behind me, gave me a really hard whack on the bum, then when they saw the look in my eyes, they knew right away what was happening to me."

"Every time I go there now, I'm torn between the desire to let them have me, and the fear of the repercussions which I know would follow. I have to be able to control it, I don't want to leave my family, but it will happen. Once I get started, I know that no one can stop me."

"Mum, don't worry, I promise you it'll never be a problem."

"Promise me Robbie...how?"

"I promise you."

"But how can you do that?...please promise you'll never hurt me"

"You'll just have to trust me, you have to believe that I'll never hurt you... well not any more than you'll enjoy anyway, do you know there's a fine line between pleasure and pain?"

Her face lit up, "great song, I sing along every time I hear it," She was now smiling at me, still with tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. "You're such a good son, going to all that trouble for me."

"I can only try my best Mum."

"That's all that a mother can ask of her son, just do your best, that's what we've always taught you."

"But Robbie there is however just one problem."

"What's that?"

"My arse is red raw, and your Dad is bound to see it, you see today is friday."

"And...what?"

"Friday night for us is...date night!!"

"Fuck really?"

"Yes really."

"Ooops"



The Look, The Lure, The Longing



She sits watching the crowd pass by, slowly sipping her favorite coffee, clearly lost in her own thoughts. There is nothing remarkable about her. In every way possible, she is ordinary. She is not young or old or thin or fat, but certainly underneath her drab gray dress lurks the outline of what is unmistakably the perfect silhouette of a woman. The only remarkable aspect is perhaps her eyes. These are a strange hue, neither blue nor green but some watery color in between.

He has been watching her for ten minutes or so, not for any particular reason, but because he is bored and he finds her interesting in a bookish sort of way. Finally she stands up and, with her empty coffee cup in hand, walks by him. For one brief instant, all that exists is the two of them, he and she, and as she passes, their eyes meet as if they are one. In that instant and inside this shared look grows a piercing new knowledge that wells inside him. She feels the same, a recognition of understanding, of meeting a similar being. Through this exchange a language is born. It is within these inner folds of humanity that the discussions begin and from this grows an ever present feeling, a hunger.

"I know you," he says, and for him it is more than a statement. It is a question. "Perhaps," she responds in a soft and nearly inaudible voice.

She drops a card on his table. It has an address and a time: 343 South Fifth Avenue, 5:45 pm. With this, she puts her cup in the dish bin and is gone. Had she planned this? What other explanation could there be? It is 5 pm on a warm, autumn Saturday afternoon and he has nothing better to do than to chase this bookworm rabbit down her hole.

He walks the few blocks to the address. An old facade of a brick building with large marble stairs and a large brass door greet him. Inside, the pale yellow light comes more from the windows than from the artificial overhead lights. He walks to the information desk. "What the hell," is racing in his mind. "What am I looking for? Why am I here?"

Before he can say anything, a young, impish girl with strange red-orange hair offers up, "She is expecting you. She's in the stacks downstairs. At the end of the long corridor, go through the door marked office."

It struck him that this is weird. Certainly, nothing like this has ever happened to him before, but clearly she was expecting him. Perhaps any man who enters the library fifteen minutes before it closes is directed to the office. Should he go down there? Would you? For one brief moment, he wonders who is the rabbit and who is the fox.

The Office

His curiosity gets the better of him and all he can think of is having sex with this librarian. Nervous and excited, he starts the march down the two flights of steps to the stacks. Here there are rows and rows of old books as if in some slumber-filled warehouse, dusty and unloved. Why has he become so hard at the smell of these relics? He's been in other library stacks plenty of times. Memories from his childhood of rifling through wonderful old law books come flooding back as he walks the long corridor to the far end of the building. The elf-girl was right -- this is quite a hike and likely there is no other living soul down in this dungeon area, now dark and quiet. At last, he sees a brown door with the word OFFICE stenciled on it. This door looks like it's right out of the fifties. As he knocks, he turns the handle and finds the door unlocked.

The room seems equally dark and lit by candlelight. This is no office. The room certainly resembles an office in dimensions, wood paneling and wood floors. It is warm but not necessarily inviting. There are two large unopened cabinets at the far end of the room and some rather unusual pieces of what he thinks may be furniture. She steps from the shadows. It's her alright, but not like he imagined. She is no mousy drab gray-dressed woman. She is just slightly less than his height with light wheat-colored hair now fully upbraided and scattered about her head and down her back in a rather wild way. She is wearing what is probably fetish wear, a dress of sorts with a tight leather bodice that at the waist opens up to a green, silky, lacy. transparent fabric. She is more than just beautiful; she is ethereal. Her large breasts heave in their confinement and her legs are stunning. He can't take his eyes away from their shape.

"So you like my legs," she says. Her voice, though still soft, now has a commanding tone.

"Um, yes," he stammers, immediately returning his eyes to her face, which makes her laugh slightly. He can't believe how stupid he sounds, but it's all he can think to say.

"Well, I like your ass," she says. "Turn around so I can have a better look. Do you get compliments like that from women?"

"Women don't usually say things like this to me." He is flush and slightly embarrassed.

"Stand still for a moment." She walks around him, stops and pinches his butt cheeks.

"Hmm, take off your clothes."

"What," he says, thinking to himself, "well, definitely this is going well and yet this is not at all what I imagined." He can't help being secretly delighted. No woman he has ever met has directed him like this. How did she know this secret desire of his? It's a desire he only allows to creep into his mind late at night, when alone, a secret passion that comes to life as he touches and pleasures himself.

He fumbles with his shirt as she unlocks the dark brown cabinet. Opening both doors, she pulls out a rack where floggers, some crops, paddles and two whips hang. Despite the darkness of the room, he can clearly make out her vast collection. "Oh my god, what is all this," he thinks. He gives himself away by being fully erect, and she knows just what he desires.

His First Spanking

Her hand glides over the floggers, some of which are soft deerskin and others are moose, elk and leather. She glances back towards him with a slight smile on her face. She looks at his reactions, reading his every move as he fumbles with his shirt. He didn't run away, not after he came down into her dungeon, not when she pinched his ass, not even just now as she opened her toy cabinet. Clearly he is interested in what she is offering or he would have left a long time ago. He looked so innocent in his blue cotton gap shirt and jeans. So vanilla.

She touches the paddles -- wooden, metal and rubber. He lowers his head a bit but still keeps his eyes fixed on the paddles. His eyes betray him by fixing upon the one toy in all the cabinet that he most desires. She reaches for it. His revealing gaze tells her what is in his mind and his heart. Her hand stops on the rubber paddle and she draws it from the cabinet. It is smaller than most paddles but the size has no relationship to the intensity or the impact it can produce.

She knows this is his first spanking and she doesn't wish to rush it, not for him or for her. It must be done right, savored and enjoyed. He stands before her completely naked. His skin is darker in hue than hers and, with a slight reddish tone in the candlelight, he is beautiful.

"Do you see that horse off towards the middle of the room? I want you to bend over on it."

"I, I see it, yes, okay." Why is he so unsure of himself? It's not like him to be so thrown off by a woman, and yet this woman is confident and commanding, and in a strange way he is more comfortable with this stranger than with his own girlfriend.

"I could bind you here to my horse, but I sense this is your first time, so I think I would rather leave you free." She walks behind him so closely that he can feel her breath as she speaks and its warmth is as arousing as her words.

He bends over as commanded. Why did he do this? How can she issue commands and he obey? He is larger and stronger than her and could take her if he wanted. Yet there is some sort of indirect signal that she gives him. Perhaps it is the way she carries herself, with confidence and strength. Her voice is strong but not harsh, and her expression is expectant but not severe. She has a commanding presence and all he can do is obey her.

She touches his back with her fingers. Her touch is light and surprisingly sensual. He hadn't noticed before, but now it is clear that in the background, soft music has been playing and a man and women sing of love and desire. Her touch grows stronger as she traces down his spine all the many directions to his ass, inner thighs and even down to his calves. She has longish nails that cut into his skin as if they were dull knives.

She begins by touching his ass with her right hand while placing her left hand on his back, holding him down. She is surprisingly strong. She begins spanking him lightly and slowly, and as she does, she sometimes touches him right under his ass and sometimes on his inner thighs. Her strikes do not hurt so much as they send small ripples through his body and to his cock, making the force of his erection more noticeable. He begins to feel that she is increasing both the intensity and the speed of her impacts, so that when she strikes him there is a definite smacking sound. Once in a while, a strike will be accompanied by a delightful "hmmm" noise.

Her left hand moves from his back and drifts to his balls, which she strokes and holds. The heat of her body infuses the air with her scent. A warm, blue, lilac smell fills his mind as she brings him to the edge of orgasm but does not offer him release. He hadn't noticed that she had picked up her rubber paddle and has been softly spanking him with it. The sting of this small toy on his ass increases until he is acutely aware that she is paddling him intently. Each swat offers a new sting, while her hand firmly grips his balls, holding him in place.

His ass, now a bright red color, is lovely to her. She can't help taking delight in its color, its perfect shape, and the wonderful noise that her paddle is making. Try as she might to focus, she is in something like a trance, a state of extreme arousal, desire, and pleasure. She has lost track of the fact that this is someone who is not used to this level of play and she is only brought back into the real world by his soft whimpering.

"I am Dolora. I own you," she whispers.

Her blue lilac infusion fills his mind. All he can think of is her sweet smell. His ass is sore, but he finds this pain not uncomfortable but extremely arousing. She touches him gently and slowly directs him into her pale, sweet lilac breast for an embrace.

"When you dress, you will leave by the same way that I do. The door will close and lock behind you," she commands.

Longing and Desire

It has been three weeks since he went to the library, down into the stacks and the 'OFFICE.' He sometimes walks by the library thinking of Flora and her spanking, but the courage to go inside evades him until he can no longer resist the lure. Her memory and that of the delightful pain she left on his ass haunts him. She has awakened in him a strange, new desire that must be fulfilled, or at the very least explored.

It's 5:45 pm, a Saturday not unlike that fateful day three weeks before. The red-orange haired girl is at the desk again. She looks up from her book and for a moment he thinks he can see a faint smile on her lips, but she lowers her head and returns to her book. Since she didn't say anything, he takes her silence as permission to go downstairs. The same stacks, the same smells, and those haunting memories fill his mind until he reaches the door, but this time it's locked! The silence of the library fills him.

"The library will be closing at 6 pm," a voice breaks his inner thoughts.

He makes his way back upstairs. The elf-girl is still at work and packing her book bag, a student no doubt.

"I'm looking for Dolora." He meets her green eyes with his, ever hopeful that she will remember him or know 'Dolora,' if that was her real name.

"Ah, yes. I'll let her know you were here. She has a way of finding people who need her. I'm sure she'll find you again."

By DominaSusan Edited by PainPlay