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The Task

By: sweet_lil_dove



Kissing you to wake you from your slumber, I sit on the edge of your bed and pull the sheets back exposing your flesh. I press my lips to your breasts kissing them with a gentle brush of my lips. You move your hands to my neck and l look up at you. Without a word my look tells you to return your hands to your side. I return back to your breasts, the skin feeling like silk on my lips. My tongue rolls your nipple. My hand works its way to your sweet valley and without a word you spread your legs wide. As my fingers find your sweet bud l look at you, your eyes are wide with expectation. Tracing your sweet valley your wetness streams from you. 

My voice in a low tone rolls out encouragingly, “you are doing well with your tasks. It pleases me that you achieve your tasks on time and without question.” I motion to you to roll over and you do this without a murmur. 

My fingers trace downwards from your shoulders to the small of your back. I tell you not to fret when your Master is away. “You know that my time is limited but l try to get online for some period of time each day, if not then you will receive an email.” My hand slaps your butt and I whisper my voice husky with emotion, “you know l would rather be here all day with you, but, I cannot.” As my hand raps your butt once more, I whisper to you, “You know this, so there is no sense in putting added pressure on yourself.” My hand falls a little harder on your butt. 

You start to whisper in protest; but I interrupt and remind you that you are aware of my time limitations. Again my hand slaps your butt. You agree without any other utterances. As my hand slaps your butt l ask, if you know why you are receiving this spanking. You assure me that you do, that you realize Master has limited time and that you regret putting pressure on either of us. 

I reaffirm that you are a good girl as my hand cracks like a whip on your butt. The redness glows, the fire stinging, your butt burning. l tell you to repeat after me “l must not want,” As you repeat this my hand comes down on your butt in quick time 1....... 2........ 3....... 4....... 5........ 6..... 7.... 8...... 9........ 10. Yet, in the end, my tongue eases the burning you feel. Again on your back looking up at me, I see the hint of a tear in your eye.

“Tonight, when you go to bed you will play your hands will become my hands I will be there watching as you play. Do not cum. Apart from the task l have set out for you tonight girl, you are not to wear your panties, no matter where you go. This will remind you throughout the day that you must not want and you will be my good girl, completing your tasks on time as you always do without hesitation or complaint.” And with that, he was gone. 

I come to you in my red silks their color signifying the passion that rages in my soul. I kneel at your feet my knees parted, one on either side of your boots. My dark rich red curls cascade down my back gently caressing my hips. My back arches stretching the thin material tight exposing for your gaze every curve of my full breasts, the large erect nipples whispering of my desire, the deep valley of their cleavage, the gentle swell of my hips, and the graceful slope of my belly All that is yours and yours alone. My hands rest on parted thighs offering you a glimpse of the glistening wetness; which is my gift to you. 

A soft moan escapes from my lips as I whisper, “Master I have completed the part of the task you gave me for last night and will finish the rest today as you requested. Although it was extremely difficult I did not have an orgasm. I could not disappoint you Sir.” 

I placed candles all around the bath and poured scented oils into the hot water. I lay back allowing the water to caress my skin the sensation of hot silk whispering over my soft skin. I relax until the water cools trembling with the anticipation of all that was to come. 

At long last I rose and stepped to the mirror. I told myself that I was indeed a very good girl. I smile softly and speak in a voice that is silky smooth, promising to meet all the challenges you gave me with a happy heart. I slip to the floor and kneel, imagining you standing over me smiling. Toweled off, I moved to the bedroom slipping between the cool sheets, my fevered flesh cooled by the red satin sheets. I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my belly, very slowly moving them up to my breasts my palms lightly rubbing my passion swollen nipples. I could not help but moan as the anticipation had been building all day. The sensuous feel of my hands on my body was heightened by the thoughts I had carried since we spoke. I hesitated and very slowly moved my hand over my stomach. Opening my legs wide I excruciatingly slowly traced the outline of that which is for you. I gasped at the heat and the wetness I moaned knowing how difficult this was going to be, but I bit my lip and continued the slow exploration of my body. 

My hands moved again to my breasts, rubbing softy enjoying the heavy fullness in my hands. Then once more moving over my belly to my spread legs I began to breathe heavily as my fingers once again found the heat and wet incredible. My flowing juices coating my thighs. This time I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted the essence of myself. “Mmmmmmmm” I shuddered as the taste almost pushed me over the edge. My eyes closed with the thought of you standing over me smiling down at me. I would not disappoint you. I slowly continued my journey over my body, each time my pleasure mounting, each time coming nearer the edge of the cliff. Each time before I could fall, I pictured you. All senses raw, My feelings of passion and lust drove me mad. My fires increasing to an inferno were fed by my need, my hunger. 

I finally could continue no longer. As I lay there gathering myself I thought of everything I was feeling I was proud that I did not disappoint my Master and betray my submission by giving in to the temptation of release. I marveled over the hypersensitivity of feeling, both physical and emotional. I felt the sweet torture of anticipation, the grace of control and the respect of denial. I smile softly and tell you that I continue to follow your direction Sir. I am whimpering with lust.

The Task



Quietly she knelt blindfolded in the strange room, the carpet soft beneath her knees the air cool on her body. Naked but for the collar and cuffs around her ankles and wrists she waits the return of her Master. She knows tonight will be different from all others they have shared, Master has told her that much will be required of her and that He hopes she is equal to the task. She hopes so too, she hates to disappoint Master.

The sound of the door opening and the faint murmur of voices from beyond makes her shiver with anticipation. The thick carpet muffles any noise so the first she is aware of her Master by her side is the feel of His hand on the back of her neck. So familiar is His touch it sets her soul on fire and turns her insides liquid. His voice is as always soft yet commanding.

“We are ready for you Mychantygurl come with Me”, His hand under her elbow guides her to her feet and she follows His lead. Through the door and along a corridor the buzz of voices growing until He brings her to a stop again. He removes her blindfold but she keeps her head bowed blinking in the soft light as her eyes adjust from the inky blackness provided by the silken mask.

“You may look up now Mychantygurl.” Quickly she raises her head and is stunned to see a room full of people, many of whom she knows, some intimately some total strangers. A squirm of excitement mixed with fear moves deep in the pit of her stomach as her mind goes back to a conversation she had previously had with Master. He had asked her to voice her deepest, sluttiest desire. To describe the one event that made her whore cunt scream out to be released. She had painted this very scenario, though by introducing people she knew He had taken it one step further as He always did.

She could feel her Masters eyes upon her, knew that He was watching her reaction and enjoying her discomfort but also her rising excitement. He knew her for the slut she truly was, knew the basest most debauched thoughts that flickered through her mind and made her His. She knew that He would guide her and keep her safe and her trust in Him was implicit. Whatever He asked of her she would gladly do, she lived to please Him. The sound of His voice drew her back from her musings,

“Everybody, this is Mychantygurl. Tonight she is here for your pleasure, you may use her as you see fit. You may fuck, flog and command her to do as you will. I place only one restriction upon you all, no other shall enter her arse, that is My territory and Mine alone.” Relief swept over her like a warm breeze, Master knew her feelings about anal and that it was something she would only submit to with Him. That He had made the stipulation bought her peace, she knew she could endure and probably enjoy anything that happened here tonight.

“Mychantygurl, do you agree to be used and abused by these people? You will be blindfolded again before we commence so you will never know for sure who touched you or how. If you agree now there is no stopping until I say so, there will be no safe word, you will trust in me and I will control what happens. You will be safe but you will endure whatever I see fit. Do you trust Me Mychantygurl? Will you agree to my terms?” “Yes my Master i agree. Please show me what it means to be the slut i crave to be.” Her voice was quiet but calm her green eyes shining up at Him filled with all the passion and desire locked within her.

Gently He took her into His arms, tenderly He kissed her forehead, eyelids and lips before sliding the blindfold back into place and whispering in her ear, “Mychantygurl you please me greatly, learn from this night and know that I will always be here to guide you.” He released her and she felt Him step back almost as though the movement laid her barer than she already was.

She stood trembling, her body taut with anticipation and fear mingled with overwhelming desire. Her every sense alive as she listened to the sounds around her, waiting for that first touch or command. Suddenly a hand twists into her hair forcing her to her knees and before she can decide if that hand is male or female her lips are driven apart by a long thick cock, pushing its way over her tongue deep into her throat.

The speed of the onslaught makes her gag and tears spring to her eyes beneath the blindfold. She tries to move her head back but the hand presses her forward making it hard for her to breath. Other hands roam over her body fingers twisting her right nipple savagely as a mouth claims her left. Someone forces her thighs apart and another cock slams into her cunt, no thought for how ready she is. She cries out at the pain but it is stifled by the cock in her mouth, her gasp only allowing it to slide deeper into her throat.

Panic rises in her as both men begin to drive into her, her body bobbing between them her breasts bouncing at the ferocity of their dual attack A head snakes between her thighs and she feels silky hair brush them as a tongue flicks against her clit before biting her lips. She shudders at the touch, her cunt reacting despite her fear, liquefying and allowing the cock slamming into her depths easier access. Her mind reels who are these people using her body with such careless disregard? Are they men she knows or some strangers using her like some backstreet whore? At this point does it even matter? She is theirs to use, her Master has willed it so and she has agreed.

Despite herself the thought and the anonymity of the encounter excites her, she begins to relax. Instead of fighting to free herself of the cock filling her mouth she begins to suck hungrily. Suddenly all she can think of is pleasing her Master, in her minds eye she sees His face smiling at her as she begins to writhe at the tongue on her clit. She feels the orgasm build within her and dimly wonders if she is allowed to cum. Master has not told her she may so she controls the sensations by concentrating on the shaft slamming between her lips.

Suddenly her mouth is filled with spurt after spurt of hot salty cum. Nails driving into her hips also let her know that the man in her cunt has cum too. They both withdraw but before she can relax she is flipped onto her back and a woman straddles her face her nose filled with the heady scent of excited female. She begins to lick hungrily and moans in pleasure as another man fills her dripping cunt. He is much larger than the last but it feels so good as He moves into a steady pounding rhythm. He is a man on a mission, He cares not for her pleasure only His own release and within seconds he cums pulling out and shooting His load all over her breasts and belly.

Instantly someone forces her legs up and back and they rest against the back of the woman still straddling her face grinding her cunt against her lips and demanding that she makes her cum. Another cock fills her as the woman on her face moans and squirts her honey sweet juices smearing across her cheeks. She moves away and the man in her cunt rolls over onto his back taking her with him. Her mouth is once again filled and she registers the fact that this cock is almost reassuringly not as hard as those that have pounded her before. The comfort she gains from the nervousness of the man in her mouth is short-lived as she feels the icy trickle of lube being squirted into her arse crack.

Wordlessly she screams against the cock in her mouth. Master had promised this wouldn’t happen how could He let this be??? Surely He would not go back on His word. Tears sting her eyes and her panic is real until a hand settles on the back of her neck and two fingers push into her arse. Instantly she recognizes His touch and her body goes limp with relief, he eases the lube into her most intimate region knowing how tight she was there and how badly it would hurt if He did not prepare her and care for her as He did this was a pain He would not inflict upon her. She feels His fingers leave her and the head of His cock replaces them pushing into her with one long slow thrust, easing her open and impaling her deeply.

Her body shudders and she writhes against the sensations building within her, she so desperately wants to cum it is almost beyond her endurance. He knows her body so well, knows every little movement and tremor, knows what they mean. He lays one finger on her back and feels her tense, one by one he lowers another His nails pressing into the silk of her back as His cock slips in and out of her arse. As the last finger falls she explodes in an orgasm so powerful that the cock in her cunt is almost forced out. Her mind is filled with such a sense of exhilaration, here she is all holes filled being used by her Master and their friends like the filthy cock hungry slut she truly is. Her Master fucks her harder and harder His cock rubbing against that in her cunt divided by only the thinnest of membranes. She moans and shudders from one orgasm to the next only dimly aware of the men in her cunt and mouth ejaculating only to be replaced by another and then another until she loses count.

The only constant is Her Master pounding her harder and harder raping her arse as His fingers hold tight to the back of her neck, His fingers tangled in her hair as she feels herself floating off into the bliss of subspace. 

How long was she there? Minutes? Hours? She has no way of knowing. All she knows is the joy of drifting back in to reality wrapped in the arms of her Master, His lips close to her ear murmuring words of comfort and he strokes her trembling body. He eases back the blindfold and her eyes search the room but it is empty save for them. How long had they been alone? Her eyes seek His and see the pride shining in there and His voice was tender and filled with emotion,

“Mychantygurl tonight you have proved your worth to Me. Tonight you truly became the slut I knew you could be. You opened your mind and allowed yourself to cross that boundary that has chained you until now. Now you are mine completely and from here there will be no barriers. Today is the day you finally began to live.”



The Task



Today was the day. I was to carry out another one of your tasks and I was nervous, yet very excited.

I start out the morning with the ordinary things. Wake up at six a.m, comb my hair and put it in a clip, brush my teeth. I run the shower to make sure that the water is just right before I get in. I grab my razor, buff puff and Japanese cherry blossom shower gel, and when I am happy with the water temperature, I get into the shower.

I begin by standing under the spray and letting the water caress my body in warm cascades down my back, breasts, ass. I shave my underarms then let the warm water flow down my back as I bend over to shave my legs. Once complete, I begin shaving bare the pussy that you own, making sure that the lips are as smooth as you like them to be. When they are, I apply a dollop of shower gel to my buff puff and let the lightly scented lather arouse my senses. After I soap my body down, I use my finger to play with my hardened nipples, sliding my hands down my body to tease the clit that pouts prettily from beneath my blossom scented pussy lips.

I slide first one finger, then another, inside my warmth, while making lazy circles on my clit with my thumb. Back leaned up against the shower wall, I moan in excited bliss as I near climax. Stopping abruptly, I shake my head, forgetting that I have to finish getting dressed and head to work. I rinse my body, step out of the shower and wrap myself in a fluffy towel.

Walking to my dressing room, visions of tonight and what I term as the inevitable, dance through my mind. You have told me that your desire is for me to meet up with a girlfriend and let things flow where they may, and, if the evening turns out to be physical, that I must tongue fuck her to orgasm. Tonight is inevitable because I have plans to meet up with a girlfriend that I have a sexual attraction to. Tonight will be the easiest task you have set before me, all the way down to thinking about you as we fuck each other. Did I mention that she has a thing for me too?

When I enter my dressing room, I sit down on the bed and finish drying my body. I smile because just yesterday you told me that the picture I sent you was the sexiest so far. I smile a little more because I can't wait until you see the pictures that I plan to get for you tonight. I glance over at my outfit and think that you would be pleased. It's sexy but in an understated way and the teddy for the evening is sure to top it all off. Taking a look at the clock, I realize that I have lollygagged way too much.

I grab the Japanese cherry blossom lotion from the dressing table and after putting a small amount in my hands, I rub it on my nipples and the small of my back where my tattoo is. I take more lotion, and rub it down my arms, sit down on the bed, then rub some down the smooth expanse of leg that will be showing. Now, taking the sandalwood scented oil (your favorite) off the table, I rub some in the palm of my hands, and use those hands to massage the oil on to my freshly shaven pussy. I make sure that every inch of my pussy is covered in oil, even rubbing a bit onto my protruding clit. 

Next I slip on my coral Frederick's of Hollywood bra and the matching sheer thong that you've heard me talk about. I pull a coral silk sleeveless shirt over my head and slide my little flirty black mini skirt over my legs. As I slip my feet into black wedge heeled sandals, I add sandalwood scented deodorant, take the clip from my hair and finger comb it so that it looks like you began my day by tangling your fingers in it. When I feel confident that you would approve of how I look, I spritz myself with a bit of cherry blossom cologne, grab my black purse and my bag of toys and head for the door.

In the car, I put on my favorite CD and let the music take me away from the traffic and long drive to work, to the task for this evening. 

"...Come to my shoulder when you need to weep, Wake me up, when you cannot sleep, Talk to me, when you want to be heard, Be silent with me, when you can't say a word, That's all I'll ever ask, That's all I'll ever ask, That's all I'll ever ask, Of you... So just come to me for anything at all, Call my name, it's yours to call..."

Angel. My best friend. Hmmm. Nothing for tonight was confirmed yet but I still had an hour or so before that happened. She wouldn't be able to resist the opportunity for us to see each other and will do anything to make that happen. I was anticipating seeing her because we had not seen each other in several months and the last time we did, we almost got sexual. There's something to be said for having a gorgeous best friend who gets you wet as easily as she lends you her shoulder. 

At your urging, your demand to have a task obeyed, I have asked Angel to meet me for drinks at a local bar, talk about old times, and for the first time in our lives together, follow the flow of the evening. She agreed and now I await a confirmation call from her regarding tonight.

Just before I arrive at work, it comes, Angel will be there and can't wait. After a quick two minute conversation, we blow kisses to each other, say "Love Ya!", and hang up. I pull into my parking space at work and hurry into my office where the first thing I do is open my email program to alert you that phase one is complete. Angel will meet me at 8pm at the local Friday's.

Sitting at work, trying to get stuff done, I get aroused at the prospect of how the evening will go. Constant emails from you tell me that everything will be fine and regardless of what happens, you'll be proud of me. You have my confidence level at such a high point, that by the time I leave work at 7pm, not only am I drenched with desire and wanting for both you and Angel, but my butterflies have gone and I know tonight will be done for you.

Angel arrives at Friday's a few minutes after me and calls my cell to locate me in the crowded restaurant. I direct her to the corner of the bar where I'm sitting. She sees me, waves as she blows kisses my way and saunters over in that sexy Angel way. As I watch her walk toward me, I am in awe of her beauty. 

Angel is a statuesque, five foot eight, Greek bombshell. Lithe from years of ballet, she looks as if she floats on air as she walks. Her jet black hair is pulled away from her face and cascading down her back, barely sitting on the top of her luscious ass. She has an olive complexion from frequent visits back home to spend time with family and dark, dreamy, bedroom eyes. Her fingernails are long and manicured, painted with just a hint of color, and she is so stunning that she has the glorious ability to be make-up free. Tonight she has on an ivory colored mini skirt with matching jacket, an ivory and caramel colored bustier and ivory colored stiletto sandals. Perfect 38DDD breasts seated above a tiny waist complete the picture.

The closer she gets to me, the wetter I get and the more I notice the head of everyone in the bar turning towards her. In seconds she is standing in front of me kissing me full on the mouth. She takes her lips off mine, winks at me and orders a tequila sunrise for me and a margarita for herself. The atmosphere around us is lively, and we stay there no longer than necessary to keep up appearances. After two drinks, with both of us feeling bold and giddy, we leave the restaurant arm in arm. 

As we walk across the parking lot toward our cars, we gingerly caress each other and Angel leans down to brush the hair from my face and kiss my temple. We arrive at my car and I invite her to get in. She on the other hand has better plans. She took the initiative to rent a room at one of the hotels near the restaurant and we leave our cars where they are to walk over. We get to the hotel, Angel checks us in and we ride the elevator to our room. While in the elevator, our hands are everywhere as our tongues explore each others mouths. When the elevator stops on our floor, we quickly pull ourselves together and run barefoot to our room. 

Angel lets us in our room, and no sooner than the door closes, we are in each others arms. This time we are gentler because we know we have all night to explore. Angel starts by pushing me into a sitting position on the bed so that I can watch the slow strip tease that she has begun for me. As she gyrates her hips, taking off each article of clothing, I am overcome with desire and reach for her. She tenderly pushes me away and when she is completely nude, she begins to undress me, kissing and licking each bit of flesh that she exposes.

When I am as naked as she is, she lays down beside me and we kiss while playing with each others breasts. I break our kiss and lean over to take one of her nipples into my mouth. With my free hand, I pinch and tweak the nipple of her other breast. As I alternate between each tender bud, I feel Angel's hand slide its way down my body towards my moist honey pot. She tenderly inserts one finger inside me and I see stars as she starts to finger my pussy slowly, taking time to lightly pinch my clit each time she removes her finger. 

One finger turns to two and as she fucks me, she takes my mouth from her nipple, guides my face to hers and asks me to tell her what I want. Overcome with need, I smile, hoping she'll take the hint. Instead, she shakes her head and tells me that she wants me to tell her what I want. "I want you to eat my pussy," I say, in the barest of whispers. Angel still isn't satisfied with my response and adds a third finger to my aching pussy. Each time she takes her fingers out of my pussy, she lightly grazes my clit, causing me to shudder in delight. She knows what I want, but wants me to verbalize it for her. Again I tell her that I want her to suck my sweet pussy. 

She fucks me harder and faster with her fingers, nibbling on my nipples as she does. My hips pump up and down. "Please eat my pussy," I beg. I need her to take my pussy into her mouth. "Please eat my pussy, Angel." She has me say it over and over until she's satisfied that I mean it. When she's convinced, she takes the tip of her tongue and licks the slit of my pussy then dips her tongue inside full force, teasing my clit with her mouth. I moan in ecstasy as my legs tense for the first wave of my orgasm. Opening them wider to give her better access, I play with my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples as she puts a finger inside of me, still licking and sucking on my pussy.

Angel ferociously devours me with soft licks and sucks as my legs open wider and wider. I cum in waves of spasm after spasm until I am fully spent. She lifts her cum covered face from my pussy and I pull her to me, sucking my sweetness from her tongue before motioning her to straddle my face. She does and I use my tongue to lift the hood of her clit to expose her sugar morsel. I close my lips around it and gently suck. God she is delicious! 

As I suck and lick her clit, she pumps her body up and down on my face, moaning my name and begging me to tongue fuck her. When I've teased her enough, I plunge my tongue inside her pussy like it's a dick and tongue fuck her for all its worth. Angel grips the headboard as she smothers me with her pussy and I feel her juices flowing onto my face. Still licking and sucking her precious gifts, I stick a finger inside of her and curl it to stimulate her G-Spot. Angel goes crazy and her pussy is so wet that as I finger her, it sounds like a plunger being used. 

I love the sounds her body is making from my assault on her pussy and it drives me crazy. I wildly lick Angel from her pretty pussy, to her ass and back again, licking and sucking and fingering her. Her clit is so swollen that it feels like it fills my entire mouth. I continue to suck on her clit when suddenly, her body spasms and she cums. She's trying to hold back her screams but I coax them out of her as I whisper words of love to her with my mouth still on her pussy. 

I stop sucking her clit and place wide, slow licks on her pussy. I use my tongue as a blanket to soak up every bit of her sweet cum. She brings herself back to earth by caressing her breasts and gyrating slowly on my face. I slide from underneath her, my face covered in her sex juices, and bring her face to me for a soul searing kiss. Exhausted, we fall to the bed in each others arms. 

Satiated and satisfied, we drift off to sleep, my last thought being how pleased and proud of me you would be.



The Task



I wish I were able to do this for You today. Hopefully this will give You some relief. I recited my ritual per Your command and so enjoyed the orgasm You allowed. Thank You, Master, so very deeply. This is fairly unedited, so if something isn't communicated properly, please let me know?

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She watched Him as He sat there. There was nothing overtly wrong, but she'd been noticing little things for quite a while now. Little signals, little signs, that not all was well. Something was weighing heavily on her Master's mind. 

There was so much to choose from, she had no idea which it could be this time. So she simply decided. It was time for her to take action to relieve the burden He'd been carrying for quite a while

She made Him His favorite tea, brewed just as He liked it. She brought it to Him slowly, taking her time, giving Him time to break His reverie and see what was happening. When she noticed His head raise in her peripheral, she sped up her steps approaching humbly, kneeled gracefully at His feet and set the cup down on the table beside His chair.

"Thank you, pet," He said smiling gently. 

He picked up the cup and tasted. "Very good, Thank you again."

She settled in front of Him at His feet as He continued to sip. She lifted one foot into her lap and began to gently massage working from the heel to the ball in long easy strokes. She felt His leg noticably relax then set that one gently down and pulled the other up to her. Using the same method, she relaxed the muscles there as well.

He finished His cup and set it aside, bent down and took her hand in His, pulling her up to Him. He kissed her tenderly and lovingly, but she could still tell His passion was banked like a winter fire at night. She stood and gently pulled Him to His feet, leading Him into the bedroom. She opened the door and stood aside having Him proceed her in.

When He entered He was astonished. Every flat surface besides the bed had a lit candle sitting upon it. She led Him over to the bed and asked Him quietly to lay naked on it face down. He looked at her quizzically, but decided that He'd let her have her wish. He knew she had only His best interest at heart and He was curious as to what she had planned.

He lay in the center of the bed where the pillows had been laid out. She climbed on the bed beside Him and began to kiss. She kissed tenderly, lovingly, starting at His head and working down covering every inch of His back. 

When He tried to turn to figure out what she was doing, she gently pushed His head back to the pillow and simply said, 'Shhhh'. 

He quieted back down and simply allowed himself to enjoy.

She kissed her way down His legs to His feet, then stood at the end of the bed. He heard her apply oil to her hands and felt her begin to massage His calves and ankles. The oil was warming, soothing and her hands were strong. She soon had His muscles soaking in relaxation. 

She moved up slowly, taking her time, finding every spot that was sore or tense and gently coaxed it out. She massaged His buttocks, but it wasn't erotic. Her hands only conveyed their care and ministrations. 

Slowly, up the small of His back she moved, reapplying the warming soothing oil whenever she needed. She straddled His hips as she moved up His back higher and higher. She could feel Him relaxing, allowing her hands do their work. His sigh was almost audible when she reached His shoulders. He actually moaned as she moved down His arms.

Then, she climed off His back and asked Him to turn over. He complied happily having so enjoyed the massage so far. She began again. 

She kissed tenderly, lovingly down every inch of skin on His front. This time, being able to watch her, He found it much more arousing. She noted His growing cock but didn't change her pace nor the tenderness of her kiss. Kissing down His arms, His shoulders and chest, His stomach, His groin, His hips, His legs... every solitary inch was touched by her lips. 

When her mouth found His cock, He was tempted to take over, but she sensed this and simply asked, 'Please?'. He smiled and waved for her to carry on, and she smiled back and complied to His "command".

She moved down His legs to His feet and kissed them almost reverently. Then, once again, she oiled her hands and began moving back up, taking care to not press to firmly on bone. She moved up His thighs, His hips, His groin. then, very unexpectedly, she oiled His cock. 

The warmth penetrated as her hands did their work. He was hard in very short order. But she simply straddled His hips again and continued with the massage. But with one very large difference. She allowed her pussy to continue an erotic massage of His cock, slowly moving her hips up and down stroking Him with her core.

She massaged His stomach, His chest, His arms. Then bending down, she massaged His shoulders and leaned down to give Him a slow, passionate, erotic kiss. Her hips moved slightly faster as her passion began to stir in her as well. but when He tried to take her in His hands, she again looked pleadingly in His eyes and asked, "Please?"

"I don't understand pet?' He stated. 

She asked Him softly, 'Allow me to simply love You, please, Master?'

Her eyes glistening with tears at the deep emotion she was feeling melted His heart even more. He brought His hands behind His head and laid it on them to help Him avoid temptation. She kissed Him again even more passionately now. But she still wasn't through.

She sat up straight and applied more oil to her hands. Then, maintaining the slow stroking of His cock with her pussy, she began to oil her body seductively for Him. She touched herself erotically, allowing her hands to make love to her body giving Him a feast for His eyes. She brought herself closer and closer to the edge that her hips began taking on a rhythm of their own. He watched as the lust rose in her eyes, felt her movements, and allowed the passion to rise within Himself as well.

When she sensed it was time through her fog of passion, she repositioned His cock so that it easily slid into her deeply. She leaned down and began to slowly slide on His body so that He penetrated her completely then almost was pulled out totally from her depths. The oil continued to warm their skin only fanning the flames higher.

When He could no longer contain Himself, He brought His hands down to her hips and held her still. He then began that animal drive the existed inside each of them. He began to thrust up into her totally lost in the sensation. She, likewise, felt the lust-burn and struggled to thrust back down, but His hands were too strong. She'd awaken Him again finally. 

She thrilled to His control as He took what she freely gave. Her clit pressed against His pelvis, she felt such great pleasure with each thrust that soon she could no longer hold back the dam. It burst on her so strongly that she began to thrash in His hands. He quickly grabbed her and flipped her so that she lay on the bed. Then He began to fuck her in total earnest and abandon.

Each push into her depths just sent another spasm through her body and mind. All she could sense and feel was her orgasm and His cock controlling it. There was no respite from it at all. He drove her higher and higher as He sought His own release. They both grunted and moaned as they rutted there. Him in total control of His slave. Her, in total surrender.

He felt His cock twitch and His balls pull up into His body and He roared. The sound of His voice reverberated off the walls and in her mind and she screamed in response cumming harder than she ever had before. She felt His seed splash deep inside her, felt Him ramming himself as far as He could go into her depths.

When finally He was spent, He lowered himself down on top of her and rained passionate kisses wherever His mouth could reach. 

When she finally had gathered herself to her senses, she looked lovingly back up into His eyes and said, 'Welcome back, Master" 



The Task



It seemed innocent enough.

He was a fan of my stories posted on Literotica and had begun to post a series of his own. I checked them out and liked the idea that they not only were true but involved one of my favorite subjects, or should I say fantasies i.e. a dominant and charismatic boss takes a newly appointed personal secretary on an adventure of her submissive fantasies by giving her exhibitionistic tasks to perform.

It was the male version of my "A Woman's Journal" series.

We exchanged emails a few times talking about writing in general and story ideas. Each time he would add a little flirtatious hint that he would like to give me tasks to perform. For the most part I would ignore them, however the suggestion activated my latent exhibitionistic tendencies. Simply said, I was intrigued.

I have been writing stories, many of which are biographical, on Literotica for well over a year now. Most of my stories revolve around an older woman i.e. mid thirties to early forties that has a latent desire to be an exhibitionist. Often she is portrayed as submissive giving in to the wishes and desires of a dominant male figure. It is me to a tee.

From my late teens to my late thirties, I engaged in many exhibitionistic activities instigated by my husband who also photographically recorded many of them. I particularly enjoy being outdoors in just a teeny bra and a sexy pair of panties, as the thought of being seen is absolutely intoxicating for me. I am not a nudist and have never had any desire to be seen nude, however the thought of being seen in just my bra and panties sends tingles down my spine. Recently I have started writing a new series titled, "The Panty Perils of Me" with the intention of developing a story behind all of the photos taken of me over the past 8 years showing off my undies.

I have never actually experienced being told what to do by anyone other than my husband with a few exceptions and never entertained the idea other than in my written fantasies.

The suggestion to perform for a complete stranger was very thought provoking and very fantasy filled, but was it really something that I would ever actually do?

I can tell you that I spent quite a bit of time trying to answer that very question.

I don't know whether my kind of exhibitionism is unusual, as it requires an implied permission. I need to be told or coaxed into showing off. I have never intentionally performed any acts of exhibitionism, as all of my little performances were either requested or commanded. I revel in knowing that someone finds me sexy and would like to see more of me.

Admittedly it is much more complicated than that as I would never strip just upon request of anyone, but I wanted to explain a little something about me before proceeding with this narrative.

One day on an impulse I replied back that I was curious as to what he might ask me to do. My heart was racing as I hit send on my laptop. It was one of those emails that within seconds I regretted sending, mostly as it revealed more about me than I ever had intended. Oh, the games that we play to create a certain perception of ourselves to others.

His response was to ask why I wasn't showing off for my husband as the majority of my stories indicated a very active fantasy life. I admitted that most of my stories are more factual than fiction particularly since I have been adding photos of myself to provide a reality for my readers. But things change in our lives, and my life had drastically changed about 2 years ago with a move back to our hometown bringing me close to my large family along with my husband having received a huge promotion requiring 60 hour work weeks and many nights with clients. Not only had our opportunities to play been severely curtailed, but I now was back in the work force as well. Time was no longer easy to acquire, as our lives were so busy.

And besides, I was now in my 40's with two growing children. It just didn't seem appropriate anymore to indulge in my tendencies towards exhibitionism anywhere else than the bedroom.

I tried to explain my circumstances to this man.

I also made it clear that providing evidence of my performances would be near impossible as I expected any tasks to be solo, so who would take the photos? Also, sending photos of myself that are specifically taken for another man would feel too much like cheating. The more that I thought about the whole thing, it didn't make any sense and I asked him to forget that I had ever sent the email. I simply was missing the freedom that I had had when I lived away from my family, when my children were younger, and when my husband and I had time to play. 

I had turned to writing along with sharing some of my photos to compensate for what I was missing.

I was sure that my momentary dalliance into online fantasy play was over.

His response acknowledged his understanding of my situation as well as my loyalty to my husband and children. It was what the remainder of his email contained that send shivers down my spine.

He assigned me a task to perform.

I was visibly shaking as I read his email from my cubicle at work. Now granted this man lives across an ocean from me, but the effect was the same as if I had been called into his office and told what to do as his eyes bore into my soul; my exhibitionist soul. I could feel a warm flush of electricity start at my forehead and work its way down to my toes. The feeling was virtually identical to the times that my husband and I would drive to a secluded spot and he would direct me to remove my clothes until I had nothing else on but my lingerie. Then I was told to get out of the car. The incredible vibration that would take over as my hand would touch the door handle of the car. I would pull on it letting the door slowly open while simultaneously the overhead light would go on. The sense that I couldn't disobey despite the possibilities of being seen, the feeling of the cool night air caressing my almost naked body as I stepped from the car, the raw sexual energy that would envelope me as I closed the door behind me hearing the locks engage, knowing that I had no place to hide, would all combine into the most delicious feelings of helpless abandon.

Reading the task sent those same shivers through me creating a moment of extreme anxiety as I thought, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Sure, I could easily ignore the email and continue on with my guarded life, but that isn't who I am; at least not deep inside.

The task was simple enough involving something that I love to do i.e. shop for shoes, however it had a little twist. I was to make sure that a male salesperson assisted me and also to make sure that I gave this male salesperson a good peek of my panties...red panties.

The man has no way to know whether I will perform this task, requiring no evidence. And what kind of evidence could I provide, as I will be on my own? Ask the salesman to take a photo up my skirt?

I spent the remainder of the week trying to ignore his email, but time and again found myself rereading it.

I was sure that it was simply the fantasy of the situation that drew me back time and again to read his words. I had no time in my life to perform "tasks" and besides this just isn't what mature, responsible woman do.

It directed me to wear one of my button-up shirt dresses, which was nothing out of the ordinary as I have three. It told me to wear stockings and a garter belt or in his case, "suspenders", which also was normal for me as I absolutely detest the feel of panty hose. It feels like being bound in tight plastic wrap causing my entire body to sweat from the waist down. And as I have already mentioned, "red panties", of which I have several pair. I was directed to wear "tiny" red panties. Basically all of my panties are tiny, so again, no big deal.

The part of the task that continued to play on my mind were the instructions to show myself off as well as to make sure that my red attire had been seen.

I had never preplanned an exhibition other than the time that I forgot my swimsuit while on a business trip to Arizona with my husband and was encouraged to wear a matching silk triangle bra and matching silk string bikini panties to lounge at the pool. My bra and panties were red. To this day I still wonder if anyone noticed that I was wearing my underwear poolside for the three days that we were there.

As for shoe shopping, my husband and I had just received an invitation to attend a charity event and I needed a pair of heels to go with my dress for the evening. I was planning a little shoe shopping during my lunch hour anyway.

The next day I woke up getting everyone off to school and work as I normally do. My job doesn't start until later so I often have a little time to myself. After my shower and time to apply my makeup I looked into my closet to pick my wardrobe for the day. Oh, did I happen to mention that I had already put on a red soft cup silk bra and matching string bikini panties (the same ensemble that I wore poolside in Arizona) as well as my coordinating red garter belt with a pair of nude stockings?

I honestly didn't think anything of it as I often wear this combination under my dresses and skirts.

I reached into my closet and absently pulled out my khaki dress shirt that buttons from the top to the hem. I love how it fits as it hugs my body but not too tightly, and I purposely leave a button or two undone at the bottom so it is easier to sit down in. It was when I looked into the mirror to make sure that everything was in place and that my garter straps didn't leave obvious lines under my dress that I first realized, " I was wearing exactly what the task required me to wear i.e. a button up dress and tiny red panties." I stared in the mirror at myself asking silently, "What just happened?"

It was too late to change, so I tried to dismiss it as a coincidence.

Thankfully my morning was very busy giving me no time to think ahead to my shoe shopping plans over lunch.

Lunchtime came and I headed to my car to take the short drive to a local department store. 

On the way I found myself toying with my lower buttons wondering how much would be seen if I unbuttoned one more button, how about two more, or three more which would have me unbuttoned to my crotch?

I was vibrating in nervous anticipation as I walked across the parking lot to the store continually reminding myself that I was just looking for a pair of shoes and nothing more.

I meandered through the lingerie section on my way to the shoe department. Was it a coincidence that the prominent color of each display was red?

I walked into the shoe department and started looking at the various styles and colors. I wanted a pair of 3-inch high heel strappy sandals in beige. I picked out a pair taking them to the counter where a young man asked whether he could find my size. He was very effeminate and possibly gay; not exactly the type to complete the task. I laughed to myself feeling the anxiety of possibilities wash away.  He asked me what I was going to wear them with and offered to bring me a few other pair to try on as well. He was the perfect salesperson for helping me find a pair of shoes, and we hit it off almost immediately. He directed me to take a seat while he found my size. . As I sat there waiting for him to return from the back room, I decided to have a little harmless fun and casually unbuttoned my third button just barely revealing the tops of my stockings.

When the salesman returned he pulled up one of those funny little seats with the ramp in front placing it in front of me. He then lifted my foot removing my tan leather high heels in order to put on one of the pairs that he had brought out from the backroom. I simply allowed him to move my leg any way that he wished in order to slip the sandals on.

I could tell that he enjoyed his job and enjoyed me.

He asked whether I was married; what my husband did for a living; if I had children; how old; if I worked; etc. etc. He was like a new friend.

As my leg was extended vertically towards him, the folds of my dress parted to the top of my thigh clearly showing my nude sheer stocking tops, a single red garter strap and gold clasp.

My new friend exclaimed, "Ooh, Very nice!" making no attempt to pretend that he hadn't seen.

I laughed and said "Oops!" not trying to cover myself up.

Playfully I moved my extended leg just slightly to the right providing an unobstructed view to my red silk covered crotch.

His eyes never wavered as he took in the additional sight of my red panties adding, "How delicious when everything matches." I responded by saying, "I prefer to dress that way." We then began an entire discussion on coordinating lingerie with outer attire.

He told me that due to the nature of his job, he often sees up woman's dresses and skirts and is horrified at how the best-dressed women can wear such blah lingerie.

It felt good to be complimented on my choice of lingerie without feeling hit on. 

We laughed quite a bit as he went about his business of putting on my shoes and letting me walk in front of the little mirror on the floor that shows how they look on. He then had me try on two more pairs that he had picked out. I was now completely unselfconscious as he again lifted each foot causing my dress to open up revealing my red under ensemble. He appreciated every little peek, but I knew that it wasn't the same.

Instead of being sexual, it was fun and certainly harmless. 

I did purchase one of his recommended pairs and took his card for future purchases.

I was so exhilarated from my experience that my afternoon just flew by.

Now the question ever present in my mind was whether I could really do this in front of a man who would see it as more sexual?

You know those nights of mulling a question over and over while your mind argues all of the reasons to or not to. I was having one of those nights.

My morning was pretty much a repeat of every morning except my mind was preoccupied with whether I wanted to perform the task, or even could perform the task.

My experience from the day before was fabulous, but the task would be very different.

I put on another red matching set of bikini, bra, and garter belt along with a black linen shirtdress that basically matched the khaki one in both design and fit. This time I had on black stockings as they looked better with a black dress.

All morning as I sat in my cubicle trying to concentrate on very simple tasks, feeling extremely nervous continually asking myself whether I was really going ahead with "The Task". I couldn't concentrate on anything else. This would be the first time that I actually planned my little exhibition as in the past they were always spontaneous.

This was so much more frightening and anxiety filled.

Lunchtime was quickly approaching; much more quickly than I cared for.

This time I intended to drive downtown to an exclusive shoe store that I had been told about and always wanted to visit.

I set my mind that if a man assisted me with trying on shoes, that I would do the task and if not, I would forget about it altogether.

I honestly don't remember the drive, but I was there. I parked almost directly outside of the store taking the time to undo the third button of my dress. I parted my legs in a test of exposure and found that the very bottom of my stocking tops would easily show, however the task was to show the tops as well. This dress was a little longer than my khaki one. With my fingers shaking almost uncontrollably I undid another button and the sun streaming in my side window reflected off of my newly exposed garter clasp. "That should do it." I thought to myself.

My stomach was in knots as I exited my car. As I took a hold of the knob on the door of the shop I was finding it difficult to breath, but was resolved to do this.

When I am on the precipice like this, my vision almost becomes dark. All I can think about is what I am about to do as if my five senses become dulled so I can solely focus on one thing. And in this case, that one thing was the task.

As I entered the store a well-dressed saleswoman stepped forward from behind a counter asking whether she could help me. I audibly exhaled thinking, "Well that takes care of that." Then a man in a beautifully tailored glen plaid business suit stepped out of the back room saying, "Arlene, why don't you break for lunch and I will help this young lady." All of my anxiety came back in a rush.

Arlene grabbed her purse and exited out the front door saying, "Be back in about 30."

This is what I remember:

I am alone in the store with this very distinguished looking man of about 60. He is tall and thin with a very friendly smile and a calming demeanor. 

I manage to compose myself telling him that I am looking for a red pair of either 3-inch heels or 4-inch heels. As my explanation comes out of my mouth, it sounds almost rehearsed, but I go on to tell him that my husband likes me to wear shorter skirts and dresses to show off my legs, and I want an expert opinion of which height looks more appropriate on me.

He introduces himself as Stanley and assures me that I have come to the right place. I learn that he has been selling shoes since he graduated high school and was always frustrated with the lack of styles and colors that most department stores carry. About 20 years ago he decided to start his own store and had recently moved out of a mall located on the other side of town to this downtown location.

He points to a chair facing away from the door sliding his shoe seat in front of me. I can't explain how nervous I feel as he takes my foot in his hands extending my leg out towards his and slipping off my shoe. The movement of my leg parts the folds of my dress at my upper thigh. An occurrence that would have gone completely unnoticed by myself except for Stanley's reaction. As I continue to look into his eyes, still engaging in that 'get to know you pitter-patter, I notice his pupils enlarge for just a brief moment before he recovers himself. It was at this point that I remember my unbuttoned buttons and a warm glow enters my body.

I can't possibly know what Stanley just saw, but it certainly involves stocking tops and clasps. But the task was to make sure that the man sees my panties. I don't know how to do this, but I have read the email so often that it is almost committed to memory. It stated, "I was to open my legs enough to insure a clear view of my red panties".

Stanley places my foot in a measuring device matter of factly saying, "A perfect size 7." He then puts my foot back down telling me that he will go and get some red colored pumps for me to try on.

The realization that he has seen my stocking tops makes my heart beat faster to the point that I can feel my pulse right between my legs. I like how he looked at me. I like how his eyes opened wide when he saw up my dress. I like how a sly little smile came to his lips as most of my leg was revealed to him. But can I really let him see all of the way up my dress to my panties?

I am starting to enjoy the task; and myself, maybe too much.

While I sit there alone I move my legs slightly apart observing how my opening slit reveals more and more of my upper leg. When there is no doubt that my legs are wide enough apart to show red I can feel a rush of sexual energy flow through me. If I wasn't wet before, I certainly am now. I know full well what it will take to show Stanley my panties, but can I really act so uninhibited and brazen?

Unless you have been in my position it is very difficult to explain the wide range of feelings that flood through a person as she sits knowing that within the next few seconds she will purposely be exposing her crotch to a man that she just met only minutes before.




The Task



It feels so deliciously naughty and at the same time so wrong.

My mind becomes flooded with all of the self talk of: "What am I doing?", "What is wrong with me?", "Why does this excite me so much?", etc., etc.

But I had committed to the fact that if a man assisted me than I would perform the task.

As I hear Stanley returning from the back room I feel my body start to react to my intentions. 

I am visibly shaking while an internal struggle wages in my mind.

My legs are slightly parted and again Stanley takes a hold of my foot and extends my leg forward. The open v of my dress leaves no doubt that Stanley has a clear view of my red panties. His eyes are fixated on my crotch trying not be too obvious, but unable to look away.

I am getting wetter just watching his reaction.

Is it possible to feel a person's stare? I can feel a slight heat starting at my upper thigh, moving to the inside of my leg, and settling right on my purring kitty. I can actually feel a slight pressure against my swollen lips as if I am being touched on my most intimate place. I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

Time has stopped and all that exists is Stanley sitting in front of me with my foot in his hand while the v of my dress creeps upwards. I have no desire to place my hand on my lap to obstruct his view. I have no desire to do anything regarding my exposure but to watch Stanley's eyes. I am addicted to the moment. 

As if having received a good slap on the face, Stanley puts my foot down asking me "How do they fit?"

The moment is over as I struggle to reply.

I stand up walking in front of him while allowing my slit to open with each step.

I ask him to put on the 3-inch heel on one foot and the 4-inch heel on the other to see which feels more natural. He seems excited to comply, as I am able to observe his quick glances up my dress each time a shoe comes off and another one is put on.

The sexual tension is lessening but not entirely gone.

I rise to my feet again with both styles on either foot.

Lifting my dress up to the top of my stockings feels almost natural to me as I demonstrate to Stanley the average length of my shorter skirts. Another requirement of the task.

I balance on one heel at a time asking Stanley, which one he prefers holding my dress high enough to show my garter clasps.

Stanley is much more relaxed then I would expect openly staring at my legs and stockings.

I can't help but to wonder what might be happening inside his glen plaid pants.

With almost professional coolness, he tells me that he likes the 4-inch heels better as they make my legs look so much longer.

I recall my conversation with my shoe sales friend from the day before as to how many dresses he sees up everyday making me appreciate even more Stanley's attention to my exhibition.

I like how he looks at me, almost too much. It feels so good to be appreciated as a sexy woman. I want to show him more and probably would if he asked me to.

I feel like I am someone else; someone who is not married; someone who doesn't have children; someone who likes to feel sexy, but it is still me showing myself off to Stanley.

As my task instructed me I sit back down leaving my dress at its new height, which has moved the v considerably higher, and Stanley removes each shoe smiling slightly as his eyes again wander northward.

He places each shoe back in its box while for the first time I take a quick look at the opening of my dress. To my embarrassment and tiny bit of horror, I can see my red crotch extending well beyond the black linen fabric and realize that I have been giving Stanley a view of virtually the entire front of my red panties including the sheer lace appliqués. No wonder he was smiling!

I am that much more excited and equally mortified, as I never had intended to show so much. A feeling of shame passes over me for acting so foolishly and I want to leave, but I don't want to leave.

Stanley wraps up the 4-inch red shoes smiling at me the entire time. I smile back while my entire body vibrates from the realization of what I just did. My god, I purposely showed a strange man my legs all of the way to my crotch and enjoyed doing it.

I hear Stanley wish me a good day telling me to "come again", and my mind responds, "I almost just did."

I climb back into my car shaking from head to toe remembering the look in Stanley's eyes while I was displaying so much of myself. It is so confusing to feel the rush of adrenaline filling me with regret and excitement.

I love this feeling and at the same time want to scold myself for it.

I reach down between my legs and find that my panties are soaked.

I now understand the feeling of humiliation that accompanies something like this. I feel so exhilarated and ashamed at the same time. 

I want another task and I don't want another task.

I feel so alive!!! 

*

The final part of the task was to post this on Literotica.



The Taste



He saw her across the room mingling with others and being true to her nature. Dressed in a pink skirt that went down to just above her knees and a white top that covered her nicely. Between the two, you could tell she was very lovely and had an extremely arousing figure but what really drew him to her, was her eyes and her energy. Eyes full of passion promise and friendship and energy to match. So he meandered through everyone to her until they were face to face and watched the sparks slowly fly. In what some may say were brief moments they shared everything that could be said and laughed and teased and joked with his hand finding its way into her hand or was it hers into his. Not sure to this day but it was there and the next instant was the first kiss. Lips touching and brushing each other, small nibbles, as they looked into the others eyes until they pressed harder and closed them and enjoyed the sensation of lust and playfulness that occurred. Exhaling slowly they both looked about as if deer in headlights to realize no one really had noticed the kiss and they both cheesed and grinned at each other and continued to talk, stealing kisses and pecks here and there. 

Finally with a bold move he whispers, I want more and she looked about and gave a playful nod and he drew her around a corner to a hidden part of the room where it was private to almost every angle and that's when the magic occurred. Pressing her firmly to the wall, his lips with more passion on hers than she knows what to do with and for a moment she wants to fight it and then submits to it with a moan and pulling him to her as well as she feels the stir of arousal against her stomach and his hands work down her sides. 

Whispering softly to her, we must be quick and I want to taste you. Taste you, yes that is what he said and she panics for a moment as he drops to his knees and slowly lifts her skirt up. Panics and then lets go as she realizes no one can see and his hands are on her thighs, exploring her flesh, her body as her legs part revealing she is pantiless and he moans with appreciation and inhales her sweet scent of desire. The same desire he has for hers, but he wants this first. Wants it as he lifts one of her legs to his shoulder and she leans against the wall and lets his mouth explore. 

Explore her pussy as they are hidden from view but the sounds still emit around them, drowning out what is about to happen as his tongue slides from between his mouth and flicks across her almost bare mound. Flicks across it as he slowly parts her lips and the juice that began to form first touches his tongue and he shivered with pure pleasure and licks again. Slowly licking her as he parts her lips till his tongue finds her hard clit. Finds it as her hands press to his shoulders and she stiffens and holds back a moan. Holds it back as he flicks it again and again, drawing it out from her and instead of moaning her nails dig into his body as she holds on and his tongue slips down to her opening and slides in and tastes some more. Tastes as he moans into her pussy and rumbles across her even as she writhes and pushes and wants more. 

Wants more as his tongue slide back up to her clit as she leans against the wall, having her pussy eaten right then and there. Not caring anymore but for the pure pleasure as she feels a finger slip inside of her and slide right across her gspot and she gasps and bites her bottom lip to not let it out and pushes his head back to her clit. Pushes it back as his finger teases the sweet spot and his tongue dances across her clit. He so loves to eat pussy, day in and day out and this is no exception. He is drawing so much pleasure from this as his face gets wetter and wetter from her arousal until she cant bear it anymore and under the sounds of everything else she adds one as she moans and covers his tongue and face and fingers with the high of the need. Her orgasm digs into her as her fingers let him know if he could not tell by breaking skin on his shoulders. 

Holding her there for a moment, his mouth still he inhales and closes his eyes as he is awash with her pleasure. Enjoying it all for the brief moment as he puts her leg back on the ground, lowering her skirt as he stands to kiss her. Letting her taste her orgasm from his lips as she relishes the taste and can see the pleasure in his eyes. The pleasure that she had that he fed on. 

Both of them grinning like cheshire cats as they step back into the public view with none seeming the wiser. Dangerous and playful, he has had his taste of her and he smiles and wonders if she will make the next move and try and do the same to him, or will he just have her pussy again and again until she asks for more. 



The Taste of Ass



Nothing, and I mean nothing, in sex gets me off more than the scent and taste of my woman's ass. I don't mean when it's squeaky clean and perfumed. I mean when it smells and tastes like what an ass is and what it does. 

Nothing beats the erotic blast of kissing her soft, satiny fanny and parting the cheeks to expose her sexy anus. I always press my nose into the warm, slightly moist cleft to savor the musk of her anal pheromones while the warmth of her bare buttocks embraces my face. The intimacy of it is so intense, and if the crack of her ass is hot and sweaty from a long day or a little dirty from its normal function, it makes me indescribably horny. There's a kinky, forbidden naughtiness to experiencing it, to tasting it, to knowing my lover so completely and to mutually getting off on sharing her most private, intimate scent and flavor.

My lover is a 49-year old divorcee who is fully embracing her sexuality now that she's free. I'm 26 and single. We met in a mall and struck up a conversation while she was there to buy a new computer. I offered to help and we ended up having lunch at a local restaurant after her purchase. A few drinks helped me get an invitation to her house where I set up her new system. One thing led to another, as they say.

Kim's a handsome woman and her age only enhances her beauty. She has short dark hair with blonde and gray highlights that almost make the overall color pewter. There's a prim, businesslike air about her -- she manages a fashion boutique, dresses well, and acts every bit the well-organized boss -- and I like her intelligence and drive. I was also turned on by her body. I love full-figured women with wide, round hips, a large firm ass and luscious thighs. She has all that, plus really sexy tits -- the kind that slope on top with a half-moon curve on the bottom and big pink nipples that make her breasts come to points. Viewed from the side, they are very erotic, especially when she's also offering a view of her luscious bare ass.

The first time I saw Kim nude was when she came out of her bedroom that first afternoon -- by then it was early evening -- wearing only a satin robe, which she let fall open while offering to repay me for my help with a blowjob. She was half drunk and obviously quite nervous but I gazed appreciatively at her and took her in my arms. We kissed sloppily, but she tasted good and I loved how she slipped off her robe before descending completely naked to open my jeans. I was hard by the time she got my penis out and she proceeded to hungrily give me a wonderful, wet suck while looking up at me. It was such a turn-on because she was so into it, whimpering with lust as she licked and sucked and swirled her tongue on my cock and balls. She later told me she hadn't had sex in months -- something I found hard to believe -- and had kind of gone crazy. Not that I minded...

Before I could come, I decided to give her a reward, too. I stepped back, helped her up and led her to the bedroom. It was there that she lay on the bed while I explored her wondrous body -- those delicious lips, magnificent tits, soft slightly round stomach, fragrant patch of dark brown pubic hair, and tangy pink pussy. But what I really wanted to taste was her gorgeous ass. I made love to her pussy slowly and sensuously, carefully building her pleasure. When her moans and the way she was clutching my head told me that I had her close to coming, I turned her over onto her stomach. She was somewhat surprised and confused at first, then maybe even a little alarmed when she felt me kissing her plump, round asscheeks as my hands caressed her back.

I felt her tense as I spread her sweet ass and gazed into the inviting crevice. She doesn't have a porn starlet's pink, tight, cute starfish. Her asshole is a nice slit, surrounded by dark, soft, wrinkled skin and ultra-fine dark hairs that make the circular area around it look like it could be a little funky even when it's not. The wrinkles and hair seem to retain the musky scent and flavor of any of her natural activity back there and that makes licking her so much more delicious and exciting. I've tasted several women's asses, but Kim's turns me on most.

That first lick was the best. Her warm anus tasted slightly salty with a faint, underlying bitterness that made my cock almost burst with excitement. As I licked and held her down, she gradually relaxed and began to moan softly. My tongue's gentle passes along her valley from her pussy to the top of her buttocks made her relax, and after a while I was able to probe inside her asshole with my tongue. 

The deeper I went, the more delicious she was and the more the rich scent of her ass enveloped my face. I slowly and sensuously explored the firm, rubber-smooth walls immediately inside her. To my delight, she began to surrender to her lust and was soon pushing her ass back against my face, urging my tongue inside her even more deeply into her rectum. It was there that it met a satiny softness and a much more pronounced, almost tart bitterness that made me seek and enjoy it ravenously. I knew exactly what I was tasting, and this forbidden essence just turbocharged me with lust. She got really turned on, too, when I told her how delicious her asshole was.

I eventually made her come by slowly moving my tongue deep into her ass and out again, and she later marveled at it. No one had ever gone down on her ass before, and while she confessed to being nervous at first out of concern about how her scent and taste would be received, once she realized how aroused I was by it, she felt a great sense of empowerment that brought her almost instantly to the verge of orgasm. It was even more powerful than what she usually felt while giving a blowjob and having a man completely under her spell. Being a boss by nature, she said she fed off the idea of a man licking and eating out her asshole. There was a dominant-submissive element to it that turned a key in her libido and from then on, deep analingus has been a major part of our sexual interludes.

For me, it's the total package of sight, scent, taste and the sound of her moans. Kim is now well aware of the power her ass has over me and she gets off on sharing it with me. She'll even call me at work and drive me wild by saying, "Want to come over and smell my ass? My asshole tastes really hot...." 

I often meet her after work -- sometimes in her office, and sometimes at her house -- to lick, suck and probe her spicy rear until she comes. She knows that nothing makes her gorgeous bare bum more seductive, nasty and tasty than lingerie. In stockings and a garter belt, with a hint-scent of toilet paper and having gone to the bathroom earlier in the day, her ass is an indescribable treat. Women don't often realize that a lot of guys are super-aroused by the natural scent and taste of the female anus and that being a little funky back there will deliver an extra kick in the turn-on department. But it takes a brave woman to share herself that way.

Kim almost always offers her bare heinie to me as a kind of kinky challenge: here, smell my ass, lick my asshole, taste it, work your tongue in deep. We're not into the really heavy, bizarre stuff, but traces are incredibly exciting and she knows it. Maybe the kinkiest thing we've ever done was when I pulled her white satin panties off one time as she lay on her back. We'd been kissing and touching and they were very wet. We also noticed the thin brown mark in the seat, and she was embarrassed but only until I held the panties to my face. The scent of her pussy and ass in the cloth made my cock ache, and I gazed into her eyes as I licked and sucked the fabric that had been resting against her asshole. It was delicious -- that familiar salty bitterness I so often taste when my tongue is deep inside her anus -- and it left her almost panting with lust when she realized my enjoyment. 

After that, I wasn't afraid to lick or bury my tongue in her fanny at any time. Nor was she afraid to let me. She's even let me watch her go to the bathroom, spreading her legs to give me a full view. It's not the least bit disgusting. When you're into someone as much as I am with her, it's a deeply intimate and erotic act -- like watching a thick dark cock slowly sliding out of her ass. We conclude with deep kisses and me lovingly wiping her before going down on her warm, pungent behind until she comes.

We developed a really good relationship. Our sexual chemistry and comfort level is off the charts and we are able to openly discuss our desires and fantasies. I'm very keen on making hers come true and she has reciprocated.

Her greatest gift to me was inviting her business partner Beverly to join us. They'd known each other for years and Kim had confessed an attraction for her that they'd acknowledged. They'd agreed that if they were ever going to try lesbian sex, it would be with each other, and lucky for me, my love of licking Kim's ass, and my descriptions of it, only made her want to experience the erotic charge of a woman's anus for herself. We began discussing the idea of a threesome, and when Kim approached Beverly about it, she got a positive response.

It finally happened one night after the three of us had dinner together. I'd met Beverly before because I'd been by the boutique a few times, and as the drinks flowed we all got more comfortable. The sexual tension in the air, though, was unreal and we were all kind of nervous and giddy and a little awkward when we got home. But what I saw next was absolutely beautiful.

Kim and Beverly shyly went into the bathroom, but left the door open. As I sat on the bed and watched, they began making out and slowly removing each other's clothes. Beverly is a plus-sized brunette with shoulder-length hair and a plush, sexy body. They stripped nude while they kissed, seemingly forgetting about me, and after a while, Beverly sat on the counter, spreading her legs so Kim could kneel and lick her shaved pussy.

It was clear that they'd done this before. Kim obviously knew exactly how to please Beverly and she spent the next 20 minutes or so just licking, gently fingering and feeding on that beautiful cunt while Beverly moaned softly with her eyes closed. Even from where I sat, I could see the glisten of her juices on Kim's fingers and the way her delicate pussy lips became swollen and open as Kim's tongue fluttered on and around her honey hole. As Kim sighed and continued her work, Beverly began to play with her own breasts while she slowly moved her cunt up and down against Kim's face. Her nude body looked so ripe, and the sight of Kim's bare ass as she knelt there just made me so hot that I could barely stand it.

Beverly's orgasm was intense, her legs twitching and quivering as she cried out, her chest pink, her nipples erect as she pulled Kim's face into her steaming twat. To say I had a raging hard-on is an understatement. This beat any porn I'd ever seen by a mile. It was real.

They finally came out, flushed with excitement, and kneeled on the bed with their asses in the air -- an invitation. Kim had obviously told Beverly about what I loved. Still fully clothed, I caressed each woman's plump, soft rear as my heart jackhammered with lust. My hands were almost shaking and I could feel my cock leaking precum as I gazed at this amazingly erotic sight.

I began with Kim's ass, giving her long, slow licks that made her shiver. As I tongued her deliciously familiar asshole, I could see that she and Beverly were kissing. I kept one palm on the soft, pleasing smoothness of Beverly's rear while I bathed Kim's hot, musky anus with my saliva. Once I could sense that her lust had built to a near peak, I moved over to Beverly's bare tush.

Licking two women's assholes and savoring their distinct aromas and flavors was the best, most intense sexual experience I've ever had. The scent of Beverly's ass was sharper than Kim's but the taste of her pink, puckered anus was bittersweet. She reacted to my tongue with a deep moan and wiggled her fanny in my face as I savored her. With each lick, her asshole swelled just a bit in excitement until it relaxed to admit my tongue. The taste became almost yeasty as I probed as deep as I could. I moved my tongue firmly and deliberately within her, to maximize the sensation and I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my chin. She was moaning and trembling as she kissed Kim, and I admired their passion as I paused to caress Beverly's satiny asscheeks, spread them wider and slide my tongue into her tart anus again.

And then Kim was beside me, gently nudging me aside. I had a wonderful, close-up view of her kissing Beverly's plump, nude ass. She was contemplating it and I could see the lust in her eyes as she extended her pink tongue and swirled it around Beverly's asshole.

Kim moaned and kissed the pucker, momentarily burying her face in the cleft of her friend's nude rear. The scent of Beverly's ass was clearly turning Kim on intensely, and I softly caressed Kim's sopping pussy while she intently licked and sucked. Within a few minutes, Beverly was coming and the sound of her release made Kim lose it, too. I could feel her pussy throbbing against my fingers as she bathed Beverly's swollen pink asshole with her loving tongue, occasionally pushing it in to taste the deeper recesses.

After they recovered, they shared a soft kiss and then had me lie down on my back. Kim opened my jeans and pulled them off. I just lay there with both nude women licking, sucking and caressing my bulging cock with their fingertips. It didn't take me long to come even though I never wanted this night to end. But the sight of my shining, wet erection in one mouth and then the other, their tongues, their expressions, their moans and the sensation of warm softness on the intense excitement of my rod just made me lose it, Seeing how hungry they were for my cum only intensified my orgasm and I just kept spurting thick white gobs of warm semen from an almost paralyzing wave of ecstasy. I was amazed by how much cum I produced and I've never enjoyed sharing my cream so much. It splashed across tongues and ran down chins, dripping onto breasts and covering delicate fingers with its stickiness.

Kim and Beverly shared a warm, sticky kiss -- their lips covered with my cum -- and then we all lay on the bed and cuddled. Kim and Bev seemed a little flustered by the intense intimacy they had shared, but we're talking about doing another threesome some time. After that one, Kim and I fucked furiously and intensely as soon as Beverly left. And I made sure to visit Kim's delicious rear one more time.

I have the taste of Kim's asshole on my tongue, the musk of her fanny on my face, as I write this. My cock is hard even though we had sex an hour ago and she is now asleep. I'll never get tired of the wonder that lies between those gorgeous white cheeks.



The Taste of Being Seduced



"Don't you know? Today's Mr. Robinson's birthday," Julie said the way as if I were supposed to know. But how should have I known? Yes, we all had a friendly relationship in the office, specially Julie, Amanda, Mr. Robinson and I. Because we were working in the same section. But it was only 7 months that I had come to this office and it's really not enough time to discover your boss's birthday, at least for me.

"Well, I don't think I can come," I said in an uncertain manner. "You already know, Jim is not here."

"Yeah, but it's not like that. I'm not coming with Daniel, either. Only the guys from the office are coming," Amanda responded.

"Come on Marla! You don't want to have a lonely dinner for another night," said Julie trying to convince me. And indeed she was right. I didn't want to. My husband, Jim, had gone to another state for a work project the day before, and he maybe had to stay there for some more days. I was already thinking about inviting Julie and Amanda for dinner. We were going out with each other sometimes. But I hadn't gone to the house of any of them yet. And now Mr. Robinson had invited us to his house for his birthday. I didn't know how it will be. But I thought being with friends is simply better than staying at home, alone. So I smiled and said that I'm going with them.

"Wow, thank you!" Julie almost jumped with happiness and that was a little surprising for me. Amanda smiled, too.

The working hours were finished and we collected our stuffs and leaved the office. At the front door, Julie reminded me again not to be late and went with Amanda. At home I did some chores and made a call to Jim to hear his voice (I was really missing him) and see if he knew when he would come back. He said that his work was done and tomorrow he would be back. I wanted to say I wished he had come home tonight, then I remembered the party I was about to go, but somehow I felt I don't want to say about it to Jim. I don't know why. But there was this feeling inside me. If I wanted, I could tell him about it tomorrow.

In spite of (and maybe because of!) Julie's reminding I was a little late.

"Happy birthday Mr. Robinson!" I said with a warm smile on my face. It was interesting to see him in the clothes and gesture other than the ones he had at the office. In fact, his clothes weren't formal at all. Wasn't this a formal party?

"Hi Marla! Thank you, but you don't have to call me Mr. Robinson, here I'm just Martin," said he, showing me the way in. When I arrived, Julie and Amanda were there already. But there was no one else...

"Seems like I'm not so late. Others haven't arrived yet?" I asked, after we had our greetings.

"There isn't any others Marla. We are the only guests," Julie answered. I surprised. But I just didn't say anything else and sat there and we started to talk about routines. Martin joined us with drinks.

"Oh, where is Mrs. Robinson?" I asked, remembering I haven't seen the boss's wife yet.

"She's not home. That's why I invited only you guys to have a little friendly gathering," Martin answered. I couldn't help my surprise any more.

"Where is she?" I asked curiously.

"She's on a trip with her friends. I couldn't go with her, you know yourself how busy we are at the office these days. She didn't want to miss my birthday, but the trip was so exciting for her that I didn't let her not to go," Martin explained to me as we all were drinking.

After that we all talked, and talked, and joked, and laughed. In fact, Julie and Martin were joking and teasing each other, Amanda and I were laughing. Julie always was a sweet and spirited girl, but Martin now wasn't the gentle and serious Mr. Robinson he was at the office. They were joking and it seemed that it's going to become dirty. And it started to make me embarrassed a bit, because I didn't surfeit in drinking like them. But they didn't go so much further in being coquettish, because Martin just remembered that he was going to serve us dinner.

And it all started from the dinner. Julie wasn't talking anymore after she made sure she had teased Martin enough by commenting about his cooking. But she had just started to become naughty.

While eating, I felt her foot contacted with mine. She was sitting in front of me, thus it wasn't an unusual thing. I pulled my leg a bit right away and didn't pay any attention. But soon after, I felt that touch again. I pulled my leg again, and thought maybe she was changing her legs' position. And then I just automatically looked at her. She was also looking at me. I immediately looked down at my dish. I don't know why I felt I've done something wrong. It wasn't a big deal and I didn't need to be concerned about it. But I just felt that I had a bad reaction about a simple touch, and Julie could be upset about that. But my thinking didn't last long, because after a moment I felt her foot again. And it was at that touch that I noticed her foot was bare. I could feel her toes on my ankle. I moved my leg about one millimeter and that was all I could do. I was confused. We both weren't wearing stockings and without her shoe, I was feeling her foot skin to skin under the table. It was so soft. And I didn't know what to do. She was intentionally putting her bare foot on mine and now moving it a little toward my shin. I was so embarrassed I couldn't look at her, but it felt so good. I compulsively decided to do nothing. It wasn't me who was caressing her feet. So I should have not been ashamed. But still I couldn't look at her. I was barely able to continue eating. I knew she was looking at my blushed face and she had become even more courageous now that I hadn't done anything. She was willingly rubbing my hot leg with her cold bare toes and sole and soon her other foot reached and she was holding my foot with her feet, rubbing all over it.

I finally looked at her. She had such a wicked smile on her face. I felt Amanda noticing our eye contact, my blushed face, and her smile; but she definitely couldn't guest what was going on under the table. Soon her smile was gone and I could see a raging lust in her face. I was so, so excited, and at the same time afraid of what that was going on. She almost moved my chair by pushing my legs hardly toward herself and rubbing them savagely. I just soaked myself at her hunger for me and the exquisite touch of our soft, silky, sensitive feet. She was massaging my calf with one of her feet and moving the other one up toward my inner thighs under my skirt. I was feeling my crotch burning and unconsciously stiffened my legs, holding her foot hardly between my thighs as she started to move it there, slow and firm. I just wished that Amanda and Martin were blind so that I could spit my saliva between my thighs and Julie could thrust her foot there, Hard and Fast. I wished they were deaf so that I could moan, loud, from deep inside. Excitement, pleasure, confusion and tense in my whole body, my face burning, and I was totally surrendered to her.

"Well, seems like everyone has finished eating," said Martin, looking at us that weren't eating anymore. I thought Amanda was watching us the whole time. I was so embarrassed and confused now. Surprised at how fast and easy I had become crazy at my boss's house, only by touching my naughty friend's feet. Now I had to try to take the control of myself again.

After dinner Martin suggested watching a movie he had recently bought and none of us had watched it before. Julie and Amanda agreed, and I was wondering why it wasn't like a birthday celebration at all. It was just like an usual gathering of near friends. But friends that three of them were married and none of them had their spouses there. And friends that, of course, first of all were colleagues.

It wasn't unexpected that when we wanted to start watching the movie Julie sat next to me. She was on my right, Martin and Amanda, in turn, next to her. Martin had dimmed the lights so that we could concentrate on the movie. I'd like watching movies in the dark, but, I just didn't know what I was supposed to do if the mischievous girl next to me wanted to start tempting me again. And she did.

Only after about five minutes of the movie, I felt her left foot moving slowly against mine. And god, it was so soft and delightful. I knew I couldn't resist at all. My body started to become hot again as I felt her trying to slowly take my shoe off with her foot and then putting her soft sole on my bare toes. I shivered from the touch, it was so arousing. I wondered how sexually sensitive I've been at my feet without knowing it. She just stayed like that for some moments and then started to rub my toes by hers and I felt a strong wave of pleasure running from there toward my already wet crotch. Pressing my thighs against each other, I arched a bit and enjoyed the pressure of my blouse against my hard nipples, since I wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't thinking about where I was anymore, I just wanted this feeling of pleasure to by culminated. And if I was quiet enough, I could do that without letting anyone except Julie become aware of it.

I took my other shoe off and held her left foot between my feet and started rubbing it with them. I was Full of lust and longed for squeezing Julie's whole body in my hands and kissing her, licking her all over. I wanted to put my hand on her thigh and squeeze it but I noticed that there's another hand between her legs, and it wasn't hers! And it meant that... Yes... I wasn't the only one that Julie was getting pleasure from. In fact, at that moment, none of us was watching the movie!

My astonishment and confusion at the highest rate...

The boss's hand was probing between Julie's legs, kneading her pussy, as she pressed her legs in opposite directions, to me and him. I was barely breathing when I moved to the left a little so I could see Amanda's hand inside Martin's unzipped pants, massaging his shaft. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and what I was finding out about this gathering. It seemed like I was the only one that didn't know what was going to happen. They got me there to... I couldn't believe it.

What did I have to do? My mouth was wide open (the same as my eyes) but I didn't know what to say... I couldn't go any further and become a part of this. They were my co-workers. Martin was my boss. Almost all of us were married and, oh, my Jim was coming tomorrow. He didn't even know I was here, going to...to fuck! And be fucked! This was a betrayal. No, I should have not been doing this but, but Julie's beautiful leg was still between my feet and, Martin's cock in Amanda's (maybe wet) hand seemed to be really big. I had a weird and unfamiliar sensation inside of me that was twisting and whirling in there. After being married I'd never been thinking about any other man or woman in a sexual way, and now...

I was feeling guilty even from now, but god I couldn't resist. My clit was hardly throbbing from seeing Amanda's hand taking that thick length out of Martin's pants and moving up and down while gripping it hard. And I really couldn't breathe when I felt Julie's hand finding its way between my squeezed thighs, rubbing my soaked pussy. I almost moaned from pleasure mixed with tension and confusion. Now that she knew I've found out the whole thing, Julie turned to me to grabbed my arm with her other hand, looking with those lustful and at the same time kind eyes straight to my eyes, and then to my opened mouth. And then all I could feel was the tender sensation of her tongue probing my mouth, caressing my tongue. Our mouths were locked, the same as our bare feet. As the pleasure started to conquest the tension, I started to kiss her back, letting my tongue dance with hers, swallowing a delicious mixture of our saliva, panting the warm air she was exhaling to my face, as I embraced her too, letting Martin and Amanda clearly see what we were doing.

As we kissed, she unbuttoned my blouse and touched my breasts, twisting my nipples with her thumb and forefinger. My eyes were closed and I couldn't help moaning while she was kissing and licking my neck, sucking my earlobe, my fingers plunging in her short hair. She went down and put one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking and licking it, swirling her tongue around it, biting it softly, while she was rubbing my other breast with her hand, the other hand, down under my skirt moving in my panties. I was arching, pressing her head into my breast while my hip was wriggling on her hand. She licked my cleavage and went for my other breast and down there she thrust her middle finger into my aching pussy, her hand totally wet from my fluids. Soon she put her forefinger in me too, while she was rubbing my clit with her thumb and I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure she was giving to me. I leaned to the armchair and moved my hip forward as she was going down to lick my clit while she was finger fucking me.

"Oh, god... Amanda... Yes, right there," said Julie to my pussy and continued licking me again and moaning. I opened my eyes. Julie was on her knees on the couch, holding one of my my thighs in her arm, sucking my throbbing clit and fucking my pussy with two fingers, faster and faster, her hip up for Amanda to lick her little asshole eagerly and fuck her pussy with her fingers, grabbing her breast with other hand. The three of us gasping and wiggling. I quivered just from seeing the view. And then Mr. Robinson, standing next to the couch, all naked, moving his hand up and down his big cock, enjoying the view of his three little bitches that were licking each other and longing for a cock inside of them as he was thinking which one of us he would like to fuck first. The lustful smile on his face made me long for betraying my husband and yearn for him to fuck me with his lengthy cock so hard and deep I couldn't breathe.

When he saw my desiring look on his cock, he just stopped looking and came to start working with his assistants. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it, making him close his eyes and moan from the pleasure of the touch of my soft skin on his cock. He was the first man other than my husband that I've been touching his cock in last three years. And because of that, the unfamiliar and dizzying sensation shook my body again the moment I held that big hot pulsing thing in my hand. But the only thing I knew was I wanted to have it in my mouth. It was already full of saliva sprayed for his cock when I put that in my mouth. It was bigger than Jim's cock. I sucked it hard, gagged on it, swirled my tongue around its tip, kissed all over it, licked it and put his balls in my mouth, and then sucked it again...fast...hard... Tasting the sharp flavor of his pre-cum. I grabbed his ass cheeks and forced him to fuck my mouth even harder as Julie was fucking my pussy. I was about to come. The cock in my mouth was also swelling and thrusting faster. Such a delicious harmony.

"Ummmm." I stiffened my legs and buried Julies head in my pussy as I started to quiver. I also thrust the tip of my middle finger into Martin's asshole so he immediately reached the climax, grasped my head, groaned and shot a huge amount of cum into my throat. I swallowed it all eagerly as I soaked Julie's face with my own juices by my orgasm. I felt Julie coming, too. She was crying out now between my legs as Amanda fucked her both holes with her fingers and she fucked her back. I could feel her hands hardening and shivering around my legs. After some moments of hardly breathing she became numb, too.

But it was only the beginning. Martin pulled me down the couch and turned me, so I was kneeling on the ground leaning on the couch, arched. He went down to taste the delicious mixture of my fluids and Julie's saliva on my pussy. He was licking me furiously and sucking my clit so hard. We all were absolutely turned on despite of the orgasm we had a few seconds ago.

Amanda stood next to me to take her already unbuttoned and unzipped jeans and her panties off. Then she sat in front of me on the couch, offering her swollen wet pussy to me. I was immediately drowned in that beautiful smelly pink my gorgeous Amanda got there, grasping her hips. I looked up to see the pleasure in her face, her eyes closed, her breasts going up and down fast, her mouth open with soft moaning. "Lick it, lick it, lick it... Yes, faster... Mmmm...," Whispered Amanda to me with her pleasant lustful voice. "Oh right there... Please, more... More... Lick me more!"

Julie joined again, rubbing Amanda's breasts, under her shirt, kissing and tonguing her lips and mouth. Martin's thumb was pumping in my pussy now, while he was hardly licking my asshole, trying to put his whole tongue and that little wrinkle. I shivered. Eventually he got up on his knees, rubbing his stiff cock up and down my aching pussy. I groaned and trembled as he inserted his whole lengthy cock in me all at once. He stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the warm and silky pressure against his cock, and then started to thrust in my pussy slowly.

I was eating Amanda's pussy maniacally as he fucked me faster and faster. "More... I want more... Fuck me harder... Yes, yes, just like that... Oh, god, yes, yes ,yes." My face beating Julie's pussy, my breasts going forth and back in the rhythm of Martin's pumping in me. Really fast he was. I could hardly breathe. He leaned forward, held my breast from behind with one hand, rubbed my hot throbbing clit with the other one. I couldn't do anything but shouting to Julie's pussy. "Ohhh... God... Fuck me... Harder, harder, harder... I want you tear that little pussy... Ohhh, fuck!"

I was burning from the heat, all my body soaked in sweat. All my muscles trembling and squeezing. His cock locked in my hardened pussy. My breathing stopped. I almost fainted with that hard extreme orgasm.

When I became conscious again I felt Amanda's limp body holding and caressing me. We kissed in relaxation, lying down next to the couch, where Julie was screaming, riding on Martin's cock, leaning forward, kissing him and rubbing her breasts on his chest while he was fingering her asshole with his middle finger. They were both close to coming.

The room was filled with the smell of sex.

***

Martin drove me home. Amanda and Julie were going to stay there the rest of the night. I went to the bedroom and got undressed to go and take a shower, but suddenly I saw...Jim. He was lying on the bed, I didn't know if he was asleep or not, I hadn't turned the lights on. I was so afraid and confused. He was going to be here on morning, not now! I just went for the shower immediately so he couldn't feel the smell of cum on my body. At the bathroom I was thinking about all that had happened to me in the last few hours. What should have I said to Jim about it? The truth? Or lying and continuing to betray him? Oh god, only thinking about what it was going to be like at the office from now on shook my body and made me wet.

I went to the bed and lay, my back on him. I thought he was asleep but then I felt his hand finding his way to my belly. He held me from behind. My heart was beating fast, my body shaking a bit and I was panting.

"It's okay..." He whispered after his soft kiss on my neck.

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This was my first erotic story, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please help me write better stories by sending your feedback, and don't forget to vote.

Thanks for reading,

Allen Moore



The Taste of Evening



The darkness had found her. in its funereal embrace, and she sat upright on her bed, her knees bent to her chest as she embraced her legs in silent repose. The darkness was of little companionship, the night, merely an empty shadow that stalked her in her solitude.

Sleep had not been easy. Woven with shadows her dreams danced in kaleidoscope shades and chased her across a gray meringue sky until there was no more horizon, only the backdrop of a stage set and she would halt and turn about at the sudden realization; then with a gasp, awaken on a panicking, stuttered breath. Chilled and trembling, she sat balled up, unable to rationalize the nightmares that haunted her. 

The blanket she now wore draped around her shoulders had become damp and provided little warmth against the cool embrace of her sleepless night as her eyes slowly searched about the empty room. The tides of darkness had vanquished all light as though the world had vanished within an abyss, and she felt as empty.

Compelled by the secrets beheld low in the shadows, she rose from her bed, naked, and slipped her arms into the satin sleeves of a long dark robe. Soft and sensual, it laid upon her shoulders like lavender on the early evening breeze. She liked the way the robe smoothed against her breasts, the tongue of satin ribbon licked her body, and the way the sensations would harden her nipples as she lifted her arms brushing her long sand blonde hair out from beneath the collar; cinching the robe tightly around her waist, she stepped into the night. . 

Goosebumps chased streamers of silver-blue moon- light, casting long sultry shadows before her as she took each cautioned step. Shadowy fingers reaching out at her, teased through her hair as hungry tongues of dark desire licked across her body. 

Like a child in a dark closet, she anxiously reached for the light switch that would illuminate the room, vanquishing the demons of the dark as an anxious rush startled her next tempered step, a presence had entered, and she could sense its being, its dominance. His form was only a silhouette against the open window backdrop but she could feel his heat, his power over her, his throbbing erection thrusting deeply into her; she gasped as invisible palms smoothed up her thighs. 

Her panic trapped in gaping silence, his touch crackled through her, as she cringed, folding her arms defensively against her breasts. Panic surging through her veins tightened her body as the darkening chill of his body whispered against her. Her breath trembled past her lips as he whispered her name down her neck.

"Breathe soft my lover."

With his appearance came a mysterious whispering breeze that teased through her deliciously long hair, his touch, a whisper as she felt her gown release slightly revealing her cleavage and a suggestion of her ample breasts. Her lips parting to clenched teeth as his fingers took her breast; his middle finger gently teased her nipple through the satin.

Guided by her own desires her hands began to obediently massage her breasts as he pulled her tight against him, his free hand wandering down her accepting, complying body, finding her already wet for him her blushing fine skin glistening in the moonlight  

With resistance failing on her breath she felt the heat of his body press tight around her back as his crushing embrace held her a prisoner against his growing arrogance. She clenched the neck of her robe in her trembling fingers as his commanding breath warmed her flesh. "Let go of your inhibitions my princess, I have come as you have asked, for you." his voice unworldly, spoke of dominance and command and in total compliance of his mouth on her neck she tore away her gown, ripping her robe open for him. 

Drawn by his dark seduction she gasped as waves of cool evening air stole upon her nudity, laughing over her swelling breasts and whispering down between her thighs, teasing her freshly shaven flesh. She writhed against his touch as betrayal wove its tendril knots around her waist. His voice was a whisper of lavender and it fell over her like a foreboding fog, deep, silent, enshrouding her, capturing her. 

"I have scared you," he offered in a voice that seemed to materialize from the darkest shadows. His palms caressing her thighs, and then seductively easing the satin open to her hips. A purl of breath answered his touch.

"Surprised," as she caught his hands in hers. Instinctively guarding against further advancements. Urging his hands away though only to have lost the challenge, her breath sharpened as her robe opened further, his strength gripped her hips, and he pulled her hard against him.

"Ummmm," she purred as she felt his hardness against her trembling, silken flesh. Her hips pulsating against his erection, quietly riding his hot length, she quickly could feel her body melting against him as oils of betrayal lathered his hard shaft. Lubricating him with her quivering lips, she could no longer bear the greedy sensations.

"You are demanding tonight, my Lover," 

"What is your desire tonight my princess?" he whispered before he took her lips with his.

She moaned satisfactorily upon his mouth as she greedily returned his kiss.

"To please, you," she whispered through anxious eyes.

With one arm keeping her body tight against him, he guided his fingers inside her opened robe. Slowly, tortuously, he smoothed his palm against her ribs, then up to take her waiting breast. Her heartbeat quickened, her breath sharpened as he began to massage her breast. His palm teasing her hardened nipple, desire whimpered over her lips as she pressed her body tighter to his. The storm churning within her charged her body as electric sensations sparked through her breast igniting intensities that paralyzed her body against him. In a blur, his freehand had captured her throat, as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. Squeezing the breath from her she whimpered her reluctance to his aggression, struggling to free herself, her pulse rapidly pounding against his tightening grip his lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue filled her mouth suffocating her to his will: yet he would not relent, not allowing her release, she realized he could take her anyway he chose; her eyes begged he would. She clung to the neck of her nightgown in her trembling fingers as his commanding breath warmed her flesh. "Let go of your inhibitions my princess, I have come as you have asked, for you." his voice unworldly, spoke of dominance and command and in total compliance of his mouth on her neck she tore away her robe, sending it shimmering off her shoulders and gathering at her feet. 

He never spoke and the only sounds in the room were her accepting whimpers as he slipped her robe off her shoulders, revealing completely, her round, sumptuous breast and her aching nipples, her body to the night. She shivered on his touch as he teasingly passed each finger against her nipple before again taking her breast and aggressively massaging her into submission as the erotic sensations wound their way through her body, edging further down to between her thighs. 

With resistance failing on her every breath she felt the heat of his body press tight against her back as his crushing embrace held her in a death grip. She gasped as the cool sensations of evening's kiss breathed upon her naked breasts. 

His voice was a whisper of lavender that hovered over her like the foreboding night. Hypnotically deceiving, concealing, deep, and silent, enshrouding, winding around her, capturing her. Her body writhed against his touch as betrayal wove like a poison vine up her body tightening the muscles in her stomach. Revealing her ample breasts to the night, and guided by her own desires her hands began to obediently massage her breasts as he pulled her tight against him, his free hand wandering down her accepting, complying body, finding her already wet for him. Her words trembled above her breath as need now whispered past her lips and down her thighs. 

"The night has come for you my princess." And as he spoke, he took her hands tightly in his and pressed her palms hard against her breasts. Moaning, she gasped through her breaths as her heartbeats thundered against her palms as he clenched her fingers, tightly massaging her swollen breasts.

Pain, pleasure, want, all screamed in loud supplication from her body as waves of anxious heat impaled her. 

"No, " she begged on heavy breaths.

"The night is your subject, your will is our purpose."

"Please," she pleaded as her head lay back, her body now given in to the seduction of the night.

From the shadows came, tongues, and fingers. Hundreds of tongues and fingers reaching out at her. Touching, caressing, tasting as she remained captive in his embrace. Her body succumbing to the forces that she could no longer resist. Her cries now of submission, supplication, such a hunger that she has never known.

"Give in to the night"

"Yes," she whispered

"Give into your desires, your passions."

"Yes," becoming anxious cries.

"Beg my princess, for the night, for your release. Demand that the shadows take you beyond your dreams!"

"Yes, oh................yes" her moaning pleas tapering softly into the darkness as her head fell back offering her neck. "Take me now."

Suddenly, on a gasp, the wall came hard against her back as he lifted her arms above her head. His grip was strong and firm, clenching her subtle wrists and lifting her onto her toes as he thrust her against the bedroom wall. 

The room rose and fell on her heightened breaths. Her body-tightening making breathing more difficult until she could only grasp shortened inhalations. As her body tightened against the wall as she felt his feet against the insides of her ankles prying apart her legs.

"Oh!" she cried in an extended breath that filtered into quick, raspy gasps again. With her body stretched upwards, her stomached muscles pulled tight seeming to press into her spine and her nipples seemed to pierce through her tightened breasts.

He continued slowly to ply her legs wider, one leg then the other until her legs widened to the point of her standing on her toes to remain in contact with the floor. In his grasp her body had become a dynamo of heightened energy waiting to ignite at his touch. Every nerve, every muscle strangled against her sensations ands she moaned wantonly as he pressed hard, his erection into her. 

Her sensations became exaggerated as he pressed the wet tip of his engorged head deeper: throbbing, pulsating, inside her and to her he felt larger, thicker, and hotter. Her mind succumbing to the tensions, she could feel the veins swelling with blood. Absorbing every sensation, her body struggled for more. His erection pressed hard inside her, impaling her to his will, ready to devour her and she cried out loudly at the beast that roared against her flesh. 

His touch was electrifying and she turned her head away from him as he stole her hard nipple with his teeth. Biting down, hard, sharp until she cried out for mercy.

"Feel your body my Princess as every muscle and fiber begs to be taken!"

Somehow, though she could not begin to rationalize, the thought of being impaled by him, racked upon the wall was electrifying. He, in total control as she remained submissive, her body vibrated in anticipation of his of his pleasure. Aroused and seduced beyond her wildest dreams, being controlled, the supplicant, being taken anyway he desired had become her pleasure and the warm wine of her pleasure, her deliverance melted down between her thighs as beads of sweat bled down her body. She was melting before him.

"Take me," she whimpered beneath her breath. She knew not from where these thoughts and desires had come as he touched her caressing her deeper into submission. She only wanted more. More of what only he could provide. That was her pleasure and insatiable hunger moaned in supplication to his aggression.

"Yes," she struggled!" Please yes."

"Tell me what you want," as he again bit down onto her enflamed nipple!

"Yes! Mournfully "Oh Yes!"

Tell me. Command me," He urged!

'"Ow...ow.... yes," her pleas being cut short as her nipple again ignited in searing pain!

"Tell me," he whispered as he soothed her nipple with his tongue.

"Tell me," as he kissed across her breasts.

"Tell me," as he took her nipple in his teeth.

"Yes," she moaned as the searing pain now spoke for her!

"Yes," as his teeth threatened to tear her nipple from her breast!

"Yes," she cried in pain!

"Yes," the excitement!

"Yes," the exasperating need that burned through her!

Her head flailed against the wall, "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard!" 

"Fuck... me!"

She awoke alone, on the floor, her body drenched in the sweet oils of wild passion. He had indeed, come out of the shadows and into her dreams, and devoured her.

The night had become winter quiet in its blue-moon veil as she laid quietly, her body trembling, her breasts burning, absently mindedly whispering her fingers down between her slightly parted thighs. Tasting the wine of her passions, dreaming of when again he would descend form the shadows, to take her, deliver her, devour her. When she would sup on the nectar of sweet submission, and savour the taste of evening.



The Taste of Fear



She liked to play with her food. Her partner, Val, sometimes indulged her. Especially when they were ready to move on to somewhere new.

Val was like many vampires. He appreciated the taste of blood, male or female, as his victim came to climax. She, however, liked the the spicy, tangy flavor of blood tinged with fear and pain. Especially that of a man.

She had been abused by her husband for years. Isolated from her friends, her family.

He hit her sometimes, yelled at her often, dragged her to the bed and used her whenever the whim took him. Or the couch, or the table, or the bathroom floor.

The first time he had shoved himself into her ass, without warning, he had cum almost immediately. She bled for three days. But now, he had a taste for that tightness and he would drive himself into her tight asshole regularly.

He was stronger and larger and could overpower her easily. On some occasions, when he was feeling a bit more generous, he'd allow her to cover his dick in saliva before he impaled her.

"Lube it up real good, honey, cause you know where it's going next."

Val had found her one night, after she had run outdoors in her nightgown, and was huddled against the side of the house.

His voice was low, seductive, almost a purr. "Such beautiful eyes as yours should never know tears." She looked up into steely grey eyes. "I want to take you away from this. Will you let me?" She nodded and he picked her up and carried her off into the night.

The smell of her blood had drawn him. He had smelled it before, watched as her husband degraded her. However, he had been unable to get into the house and Joshua never let her leave. She had no money, no car, and was ashamed of the bruises, not to mention being unable to walk without pain half the time.

But, this night she had come outside, and he had finally been able to approach her. She was petite, blond, with incredible blue eyes. He remembered the sea being that color, the last time he had seen it in the daylight. She had small hands, delicate features, high cheekbones. He could have easily broken her in two, drained her quickly, and moved on to another. But, she looked far too much like a woman he had known a lifetime ago. Oh, there were differences, of course, she was by no means Isabelle's twin, but he still found a soft feeling for her.

He treated her gently, got her clothing, fed her and allowed her to heal. She marveled at his house, his servants, wandered the corridors and the gardens. She asked few questions. Val was pleased to see the color return to her cheeks, to hear her laugh, to watch her grab a flower and smell. She was enchanting. Alison.

He came to her a week after he brought her home. She was wearing a deep blue silk nightgown and was brushing her hair out when he knocked on the door. "Come in."

"How are you enjoying your stay?"

"It's so wonderful here, Val. I love it." She stands and twirls, laughing. "I feel like a princess."

"And you should be treated like one, Alison." She walks up to him, gets up on tiptoes, and gives him a rather chaste kiss. His arms go around her and he purrs into her ear. "The color of the gown makes you look even more lovely." His hand caresses her shoulder. "Although it isn't quite as soft as your skin, my lovely."

Her breath catches in her throat as he listens to the beating of her heart. He watches the pulse in her neck and he kisses the spot above it and sucks lightly. His fingertips follow the line of her neck, trace her collarbone.

Her hands now clutch at him, climbing up his back, into his hair. It's as dark as hers is light, thick, full. She turns her mouth to his ear. "Make love to me, Val."

"Alison, if you wish it, I will show you tonight what that really means."

"I mean it. I want it, Val." He sweeps her up into his arms as if she weighed no more than a child and places her gently on the bed.

He starts simply. Gentle kisses. Mouth, eyelids, the hollow below the ear. His fingers tracing the line of her chin, her throat, her shoulder. Then, the tongue, trailing a wet line down the side of her neck, over the pulse point, to the hollow of her throat. Fingers tracing down the sides of her body, her hips, her legs.

She's sighing, her eyes closed in contentment. She's never had a man's light touch make her feel so alive.

His fingers come back to her face, cradling it, his fingers stroking over her cheekbones, as he presses his lips to hers. Her hands are in his hair, pulling him more tightly to her, and she opens her mouth to him. He parts his own lips, the heat of her mouth entering his, as they explore each others' mouths, stroking, probing tongues.

He traces his tongue down her throat again, sucking over that pulse point. Feeling the blood move in her veins. And she sighs, "Oh, Val." And he hasn't even really touched her yet.

She whimpers slightly as he moves his weight off her, slipping beside her on the bed.

"Shh, my lovely. It's time for further exploration of your glorious body." He slides the gown off her shoulders, kissing and nibbling as he does so, gently removing her arms from the gown and pushing it down to her waist. His fingers move up the inside of her arms to her shoulders again and she giggles. "It tickles." Her light skin is almost luminous in the light of the moon.

"Ah! Look at that." She opens her eyes, confused, and looks down at her half-naked body. She's never been particularly fond of her breasts, wishing they were larger. Joshua had complained about them. Val's hand traces down from her shoulder to her left breast. "So beautiful, so perfect." His fingers trace the outside, circling in until he finds the small, tightened tip at its center. His mouth descends to engulf the other.

"Your heart is beating faster, lovely."

"Mmmm."

He continues his attention to her breasts when she suddenly gasps and stiffens. "Oh!"

The tone of her voice makes him look up at her. "What is it, Alison?"

Her heart is beating quickly and her breath comes harder, gasping. "I'm sorry, Val. I think I wet the bed."

He kisses her again, chuckling. "No, Ali, you didn't. You've simply had an orgasm."

"Really? Oh, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, my dear? You are allowed more than one in a night. Unless you wish me to stop?"

"No, no, oh, no, Val. That is, if you want to."

"I do have more of your secrets to discover."

Using one of his claws, he deftly cuts the gown from her body and pulls it from under her.

He sniffs the dampened spot before throwing it aside.

She's strangely aroused by that sight.

She wriggles slightly on the bed, wondering what else he was going to do. She'd never been really comfortable naked before, since her husband simply wanted her clothing out of the way to fill his own needs.

Val's fingers lightly trace down her body as he looks into her eyes. "Relax, darling. Better things are yet to come."

He rolls atop her and looms above her. And she stiffens again. Past experiences brace her to anticipate pain.

Val knows she is afraid but does not speak. His actions are soft and gentle as he kisses along her jawline again and lightly scrapes his fangs against the pulse point on her neck.

Then, he moves down her collarbone and his mouth captures a nipple again. He licks and suckles until they peak for him again and his other hand continues to stroke her body.

He feels her relent, accepting the next experience he intends to give her, and again trusting that he won't hurt her.

Her skin is delicate, pale. It readily shows a flush as he starts to build desire in her.

He rolls partway off her and strokes over her belly, then on each side of the hair on her mound. She gasps as her thighs part involuntarily.

He strokes her labia, feeling the warmth there, the dampness as it starts to build again.

He sucks the underside of her breast, then his tongue traces down the centerline of her body until he finds her navel.

Her hands were wrapped in his hair, painfully so.

It was marvelous. Her responses so innocent, so unrestrained.

He swept barely between her lower lips, gathering some of her dew, and deftly stroked across her clit.

She gasped again at the sensation and her eyes opened wide.

Now, for a taste. He raised his head and, looking into her eyes, stuck two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. "Mmm, I knew you would be sweet."

He smiles at her, showing a flash of his fangs, and moved a little lower still.

He sucked at the pulse point on each side of her pubis, drawing another gasp from her and a little squirm. Her fingers were still tightly holding his hair.

He positions himself between her thighs and wraps his arms around them, holding her open to him. One thing before he dives in. "Alison." She blinks at him. "Please, release my hair and touch your breasts for me."

Tentatively, her hands go to her breasts. The nipples are already swollen; they would be sensitive. "Go ahead."

She runs her fingers over her nipples and moans at the sensation. "That's it, darling."

He then runs his tongue up her thigh and gives each layer of her labia a few minutes attention before he can resist no more. His tongue reaches into her pussy, licking and sucking at her sweet juices.

Her head tips back and she moans even more loudly.

His tongue invades her, sweeping up the wetness there and drawing more from her. She's wet and ready for him but he intends to bring her over the edge one more time before indulging himself further.

So he moves up from her entrance and flicks his tongue over her swollen bud of nerves. She shrieks and moans. Now he sucks it into his mouth and grazes it with one of his fangs. She arches her back and lets out a cry that has his ears ringing.

And he's rewarded with an additional flood of her juices.

He laps them up as she comes back to earth, panting. "Oh, god, Val. What was that?"

He smiles at her, her sticky sweetness on his chin. "That was also an orgasm, Ali."

She sinks back down to the bed as he comes up to kiss her. "Oh, wow."

He tastes different at this kiss. "That's you, darling."

"Now, if it pleases you, I would like you to know the pleasure of my flesh."

She looks a little confused, so he stands, and disrobes. His cock stands out proudly, it was bigger than Joshua's. The size scares her a little. "Will it fit?"

"Babies are meant to pass through that opening. My size should not be an issue. However, Ali, if I do cause you pain, tell me, and I will stop." He brushes her sweaty hair away from her face. "As you have enjoyed the rest, this will also bring you pleasure."

She smiles and reaches for him.

He pulls her toward the end of the bed and, looking into her eyes, places himself at her entrance. He pushes in slowly. Her muscles clench around him and he waits after each push, waiting for her body to accept him.

She was tighter than he had imagined. It was apparent her husband had not often sampled the pleasures of her pussy. When his base met her, he stopped. "There. How does it feel?"

"Good." She seems surprised.

So, he pulls out, then back in. He moves faster with each thrust and she closes her eyes.

With one hand on her hip, he places the thumb of the other on her clit. The movement of his thrusts causes the pad of his thumb to move up and down on that now very sensitive spot. Her hips are now shifting up to meet him.

"OOOooooh." Her muscles clench around him and he drives through the contractions until he spasms, shooting his cum into her depths.

He opens his eyes and looks at her. She was limp. He pulls himself from her and quickly goes to her head. Breathing. Pulse.

She'd passed out.

It was two days later that she consented to being bitten. And five days later that she asked to be changed.

Early on, as he was teaching her how to feed from her victims, she had found a young man to her liking. Val was showing her some finer points but she was far too hungry to listen. She saw the fear in his eyes as her fangs extended and Val came too late, trying to pull her off. But he hadn't fed yet and she easily pulled away from him. She yanked the young man's head to one side and bit into his neck as he screeched from the pain.

After the first taste of his hot, tangy, fear tinged blood flowed into her mouth, she latched on tighter. Instead of allowing the blood to flow she began sucking it from him. He struggled, then grew pale, limp, and cold as the flow of blood slowed, then stopped. She was still there, trying to draw more, when Val finally broke through to her.

"Ali. There's no more left. Ali, darling, he's dead."

She looked up at him, her face hot and pink, her lips full and tinged with blood and released a languid sigh. "Oh, Val, that was wonderful."

He kissed her then, tasting the last of the blood she had in her mouth. It was not a taste that he desired but he understood now what she craved. She dropped the young man to the floor and began pushing Val's clothing aside, sliding her hands down his pants. "Val. Can you fill me now?"

She had taken to wearing skirts or dresses. It would generally help attract young men so that she could feed on them.

However, it also made it much easier for him to do as she wished.

She was almost frantic, and primitive in her desires right now. She undid his pants and stroked him to attention.

Since he hadn't fed he didn't come completely upright, so she dropped to her knees and sucked on him. He pulled one of her arms up and bit into her wrist.

It didn't take much before he had completely hardened.

So, she raked her nails over his nipples and turned her face up to him.

"Take me now."

He lifted her up, kissed her, then slid her onto his hardened staff. They both groaned at the feeling.

Then, he turned, and shoved her up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He plunged into her, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her back grinding against the wall. She clutched his shoulders, ran her hands into his hair, and, with a strength born of passion and blood, wrenched his mouth to hers.

They broke each other's lips and tasted each other's blood in that kiss.

After a minute or two she pulled away, blue eyes blazing. "Harder, Val, harder."

He pumped into her roughly, grabbed her hair, pulled her head to one side, and sank his fangs into her neck.

She felt the pain and pleasure of his bite and started an orgasm which she would ride until he stopped.

She, in turn, bit him and allowed his blood to leak into her mouth.

He rammed into her one last time, picked up his head and howled his pleasure to the sky.

They stayed there, warm and sated in more than one way, for a few minutes.

She kisses him one last time before he unseats her. "That was delicious."

"I believe I may have enjoyed that as much as you."

She watched her husband periodically and debated on showing herself to him.

Val informed her one night that they should be moving on soon as he had been here longer than was wise for their kind.

A plan formed, she wanted a farewell party of sorts. Val, willing to give her much of what she desired, was receptive of her ideas.

Joshua shoved her, facefirst, onto the bed and hauled her ass up before him. He was hard and ready to take his wife again, something he'd been denied for months. Just as he pulled back to shove his dick into her, Val came from the shadows and pinned his arms behind his back.

Alison whirled, faster than his eyes could follow, and slipped a ring around the base of his cock, then wrapped a strap around his balls. It hurt.

"Sweetheart. We're going to play a little game."

"Who the hell is this? What are you doing? Let me go!"

She stuffed a ball gag into his mouth and Val hauled him backwards. Ali tied his ankles and thighs to the frame she had devised, legs open to shoulder width, then Val bent him over and she tied his arms down. He was screaming and yelling through the ball gag the whole time.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs open before him. Val shoved the frame holding Joshua to the end of the bed. "Lick me. If you please me, it will go easier on you."

Val removed the gag and Joshua sneered at her. "Go to hell! I'll kill you when I get loose." The gag is replaced as Ali moves further back on the bed.

She opens her arms to her new lover and Val slowly removes his clothing and climbs to the bed. They had both fed, lightly, earlier in the evening and the blood in their veins kept them warm.

Val looks back to Joshua. "This is how a woman should be treated."

Joshua watches, seething, as Val takes his wife, who moans and writhes on the bed. Calling Val's name as he brings her to orgasm by licking her slit.

Next, he pulls Alison onto her hands and knees. She moves before Val positions himself, so that she can watch Joshua's face as another gives her exquisite pleasure.

She pushes back against him as Val makes the first plunge, throwing her head up and shrieking. As Val thrusts into her, she smiles, and Joshua sees her fangs.

"What the hell are you?"

"Cared for and satisfied, husband."

Val drapes himself over her back, since she is more than strong enough to hold his weight, and fondles her breast for a time before sliding his hand back to rub her clitoris.

"Harder," she growls.

Val rams into her with force, Joshua can hear the squelching, the slapping of flesh meeting flesh at each stroke. Alison's legs begin to shake.

She drops her face to the bed and extends an arm back. Val bites her wrist and Alison makes a high keening sound. Two strokes later, and Val roars his climax.

Val pulls them down on their sides and makes a couple more shallow thrusts, while she jerks in his arms with the aftershocks. She turns her head back to kiss him. "Mmm. Thank you."

After a couple of minutes more, Ali turns back to Joshua, and smiles, again showing her fangs.

Val pulls away from her and approaches Joshua's head, stroking his cock. Ali removes the gag this time as Val's turgid cock gets closer to Joshua's face. "Lube it up good, honey, cause you know where it's going next."

Joshua's eyes widen in fear and revulsion and he clamps his mouth shut. Ali laughs, and pinches his nose shut. As he opens his mouth, trying to suck air, Val shoves his cock into Joshua's mouth. Ali looks into his angry eyes. "Don't bite."

Val drives a few times into Joshua's mouth while Joshua chokes and gags on Val's length. Ali puts a hand on Val's arm and he pulls out, while Joshua coughs and gags. The gag is replaced and Ali crouches below his face to watch while Val moves behind him. Joshua curses and yells through the gag as he feels Val grab hold of his hips and spread his ass cheeks. Then, the head of Val's cock is presented to his asshole. Joshua fights his restraints, screams, and cries just before Val drives the full length of his rock hard cock in. A long, wordless scream leaves Joshua's lips as he feels the searing pain of the intrusion. "There, there, honey, doesn't that feel good?"

Joshua fixes Ali with an angry glare through tears of pain. She can just imagine what he's thinking. "Val, love, can you show our guest your power while I prepare for the final act?" She trails her nails over Joshua's back as she saunters back to kiss Val.

"I shall do my best, my love."

Val takes his time, pulling all the way out, and forcing himself all the way back in, while Joshua thrashes. "This is not something I enjoy, you understand, but we wish you to realize the depravity of your painful sessions with Alison. It was not something she should have had to endure. Do you feel it now?"

Joshua's head nods, as he whimpers and struggles. "Good." Val drives harder, and faster, as Joshua shrieks into the gag. Pulling out, slamming home. Pulling out, slamming home. One last time, Val raises his head and roars as his cock pulses inside Joshua's ass.




The Taste of Fear



Alison smiles, adjusting her harness. "I'll be right there, dear."

She walked back in wearing a harness holding the biggest dildo she had been able to find. His eyes opened wide at the monster cock as she approached and he screamed into the ball gag, shaking his head.

"Have you kept our guest entertained, my love?"

"I have done my best. Would you care to see to him now?" Val pulls his wilting cock from Joshua.

"I believe I will do just that." She picks up Joshua's head by the hair. "You didn't think I would let Val have all the fun, did you?"

She can hear him saying, "No. No. Ali. Please." through the gag.

"After all the pleasure you've afforded me, I feel it only fair to return the favor." She rises and his eyes follow her around, pleading. She strokes the phallus dangling between her hips. "I'm told it feels just like the real thing. Molded from a very well endowed man, see the veins?" He continues to shake his head and plead. She walks behind him, and he can't see her anymore. Val has retreated to the bathroom, to clean himself up. "Nine and a half inches long and three inches in girth. A veritable monster."

She pulls his ass cheeks apart as he starts screaming. "Oh, look. I believe you might be hurt, sweetheart." A trickle of blood runs down Joshua's leg, mixed with Val's spendings.

He relaxes a little, thinking she might relent. Then screams, loud and long, when she forces the dildo into his ass. She grunts and pulls against him, as she has to work to get it inside him. She pumps her hips and pulls on him, until she gets it all the way in. She lays down on his back, arms around his chest. "There. Doesn't that look nice?" She pulls out and shoves in three more times as he shrieks and thrashes, blood running down his legs, before Val comes out and says quietly, "My dear, he won't be much good much longer."

She turns to look at him. "You're right. What shall we do with him now?"

She unlatches the dildo, and leaves it in place, sticking out of Joshua's ass. It quivers. "That's going to come out, dear."

"Oh." She watches as it inches out a bit. "I guess I should push it all the way in then."

"You'll know better next time." She takes hold of the end of the dildo and twists, wrenching another scream from Joshua. Then, using a piece of bedsheet to cover the end, she pushes it all the way in, watching in satisfaction as the sphincter closes around it. "Better." Val comes forward, licks the side of her neck, and cups her breasts.

"Look, he's still hard." She crawls under him, as he gasps and struggles to breathe. Her fingers creep to her sopping wet pussy. "And I'm just so wet."

"Would you like him to fill you, my love?"

"Ugh. No. You feel much better inside me." Joshua almost doesn't notice the sting as one of her fangs opens the large vein on his dick. As the blood drips out, she catches some on her tongue. The rest she smears over his penis and sack.

Val slides under her and into her, as she sighs. They slide upwards, looking into the eyes of her husband. She grabs his sack and squeezes, her nails cutting into the tender skin. He whimpers and tears of pain squeeze from his eyes. Val is shifting his hips under her, moving in and out of her pussy. "It would be so easy to cut this little sack open, and feed them to him."

"Now, now, dear, no need to be cruel. Don't you think you've played with your food long enough?" She unties his wrist and brings it to her mouth as her fangs extend. Val finds the pulse in her neck and bites down. They both look into his eyes. He screams for the last time as she sinks her fangs into his wrist and pulls the lifeblood from him.

They lay together, warm, sated, while Joshua's body hangs above them.

"Mmm. Too bad we can't do that again."

"There are millions and millions of men over the world, my dear. I'm sure we can find one, on occasion, to suit your needs."

"You always know the right thing to say to make me feel better."



The Taste of Honey



"Peach." 

Donna waited for a response. She felt fairly certain that she was correct but under the circumstances she just couldn't be sure. The delay, a few seconds that felt like minutes, increased her apprehension. Was she right? What was going to happen? 

She felt his tongue gently licking at her nipple. A sense of relief came over her as a warm glow spread throughout her body. Her guess was right. She smiled. Everything else faded out as she experienced the joy of having her sensitive nipples pleasured. All that existed was the feeling of his wet mouth and saliva soaked fingers sucking and pinching at her taut nipples. She moaned. She wanted to speak, to tell him how good it felt but she couldn't. Ten words. That was all she was allowed to say during this session. Obedience was paramount. Donna gritted her teeth to keep the words from escaping as the sound of her moans and labored breathing filled the room. The buzz in her brain continued even after he pulled away. He laid next to her, watching as she returned to reality. 

As he pulled her lower lip down slightly with his finger, her mouth automatically opened. He delicately slid the cold soft pulp between her expectant lips. She swished it around in her mouth trying to discern its identity. Could she guess what was in her mouth? That was the game. The session was an exercise in sensory deprivation and accentuation.The black silk scarf covering her eyes prevented her from seeing the morsel. In addition, a set of heavy soundproof earmuffs deadened her sense of hearing. Her ability to taste and smell was on trial. The reward or penalty would occur in the realm of the greatly magnified sense of touch. And Donna was wide open for touch, lying naked spread eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles tied securely to the bedposts. 

"Watermelon." 

His mouth immediately went to her neck, an extremely sensitive and tender area. Donna swooned as her Dom kissed, licked, nibbled, and sucked, moving slowly back and forth from ear to ear. Her throat turned ruby red, contrasting beautifully with the surrounding lily white skin. Before finishing he pulled her hair lifting her head off the bed. Leaning forward he bit into the back of her neck, producing a simultaneous rush of sharp pain and intense pleasure. The ecstatic recipient squealed joyfully as this most susceptible area of her body was ravaged by his gnawing teeth. The effect was so strong that Donna felt an orgasm coming on. But he sensed it too and withdrew leaving her gasping on the edge of climax. 

Next, a small capful of pure Vermont maple syrup was carefully poured onto her waiting tongue. It was very sweet. At first Donna thought of molasses but it didn't quite match. She moved her tongue back and forth sloshing the syrup over her taste buds trying very hard to match the taste with one stored in her memory. At last she came up with one. 

"Butterscotch" 

"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Donna grimaced and gnashed her teeth as she felt the block of ice sliding over her skin. It was all she could do to keep her scream from turning into words. As he slid the ice over her chest and stomach the helpless prisoner pulled strenuously at the ropes which held her. Her nipples became rock hard as he scraped the frozen block over them. Donna began to breath very heavily. Her skin was sensitive to cold. And he knew it. And she knew that he knew it. For a moment she thought of using the safeword but she resisted. It was important to her to experience what her Dominant gave her. She decided to endure, no matter what. 

He felt her determination. The stakes were higher now. He glided the ice effortlessly over her upper body until stopping it at her armpit. He pressed it in firmly moving it back and forth over the small ultra sensitive area. Donna's body involuntarily jerked upward as the ropes were again stressed to the max. Strange moans, tainted with urgent pleading tones, escaped from her lips. Her teeth began to chatter. 

To lessen the tension he moved the ice to her lower body, running the shrinking block up and down her legs in rapid strokes. The intensity was reduced yet Donna began to quiver. Not only was the ice affecting her but she was terrified that he would ice her feet. She thought it was the one area she could not tolerate the cold on. She was greatly relieved when he pushed the block back up her legs without touching her feet. But the relief was shortlived. The ice, which was now reduced to the size of a cube, was pressed against her clit. Donna groaned as she felt her swollen clit shrink in size. Finally, he stuck the remaining piece of ice deep into her pussy where her heat quickly melted it. 

The bondaged submissive took a deep breath. She had survived. Although the ice was torturous for her she felt a distinct sense of exhilaration as she waited for the next sample. 

A large piece of fruit was pushed forcefully into her mouth. As Donna bit into it her taste buds exploded with a ferocious reaction forcing her to shake her head vigorously side to side. There was no doubt as to the identity of the extremely sour fruit. 

"LEMON!!!!!!" 

Holding the bottle up high over the bed, her Master let the warm fragrant oil fall on her body like rain from above. From shoulders to feet the sandalwood scented liquid dripped onto her, flowing freely down her sides. When a sufficient amount had fallen he moved the lubricant in gentle circles around her skin being sure to cover every spot. He then began a fingertip massage. The pressure was so light at times that Donna barely felt the contact. The warmth of the oil contrasted magnificently with the lingering effects of the recently applied ice. Gradually he increased the pressure expertly massaging her body in the way that she loved. Donna cooed softly as his hands stroked and kneaded her flesh. Beneath the blindfold she shed several hidden tears of joy and appreciation. After rubbing down her entire body he stopped to prepare the next taste. 

Squeezing his cock he pressed upward on the shaft releasing a large drop of precum. Carefully placing it on his finger, he rubbed it on Donna's waiting lips. Slurping it in with her tongue, she smiled as she gave her answer; 

"Master's cum." 

The Dom moved into position straddling his legs above his prostrate submissive. Leaning forward the tip of his erection touched Donna's lips. As she opened them he gradually slid his swollen cock in. Rhythmically rocking his hips back and forth he slowly and gently fucked her eager mouth. Her succulent lips pulled with a forceful draw on his backstrokes. Before withdrawing he drove his hard on deep into her throat burying his cock to the hilt. He held it there momentarily until he felt her gag reflex. He then pulled out fully. 

As he was climbing off of her, Donna unexpectedly spoke; 

"Cock." 

He didn't quite know what to do with this response. But as he thought about it, he saw that she was right. He started to laugh. She felt his laughter through the vibrations in the mattress. She started to giggle too. He looked at the plate on the table. He removed the small bottle of Tabasco sauce and put it aside. It would not be used in this session. "Cock" was number six. And as she was correct he had to come up with appropriate stimulation for her. 

The riding crop had always been one of his favorite implements. It's flexibility made it easy to use in a rapid fire motion. He now applied it between Donna's widely spread legs. Slowly and gently at first, he tapped the black leather tip of the crop on his sub's exposed clit. Progressively he increased the speed and hardness of the taps, eventually reaching a steady rhythm where the crop was beating on her pussy several times per second. 

As the pounding continued Donna reached a state of tremendous arousal. Her partner watched for the telltale signs of her approaching climax. As her hands began to shake he tossed the crop aside. Leaning down, he put his lips on her clitoris, sucking the throbbing membrane into his mouth. As his tongue caressed and swirled over her clit, Donna was launched into a bodywrenching orgasm. She screamed as she again strained the ropes. Her vagina convulsed sending out several streams of heated juices which wet her lover's face and hair. He waited until her body was still before removing his mouth. He laid across her body for a few moments giving them both a chance to recover. 

The next item selected from the plate was a piece of cherimoya, a fruit chosen purposefully for it's obscurity. Dry, pulpy, and virtually tasteless, there was little chance that a correct answer would be given. And that was the intent. Her answer was spoken with great uncertainty. 

"Potato?" 

Starting at the base of her neck, he lightly drew the tip of the Buck knife down the center of her chest to her pubic hairs. Donna held her breath for a moment adjusting herself to what was happening. Although she enjoyed knifeplay, there was always a level of fear that crept over her as she felt the sharp blade touching her skin. Never had they played like this before with her being restrained and blindfolded. Her heart began to beat faster and small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. He touched her all over her body making her experience the razorlike sharpness of the hardened steel. She gasped loudly as he gently scraped the edge over her clit. Moving up he stabbed at her nipples with slight thrusts of the pointed tip of the blade. Donna felt a heated sensation. She was certain that she was cut, but she was not. For a finale he moved the knife to her neck. Donna laid perfectly still as he drew the blade back and forth in horizontal lines across her throat. This produced a delicious fear inside the helpless girl. For although terrified she adored what he was doing. She felt grateful for having a Dominant who understood her needs so well. 

He looked at the plate. The three items left were relatively easy to guess. He had planned it that way. He wanted to be loving to her at the end. Therefore he was shocked when after sliding the chunk of strawberry between her lips, he heard; 

"Cherry." 

Her favorite fruit! How could she not recognize her favorite fruit? He was stunned for a moment as her error forced him to change his plans. He thought of a suitable torture for her. 

Going to the end of the bed, he reached out and grabbed her left foot holding it still in a viselike grip. Leaning over he began to lick her toes. The ticklish woman began to laugh uncontrollably. Without mercy he sucked on each digit taking it into his mouth where he nibbled and chewed the length of it. He ran his tongue all along the bottom of her foot increasing her frenzy. As he moved to her right foot he stepped up the process. He stopped licking and started biting. Hard. Donna began to scream and flail about in her limited capacity to do so. But he held her foot tightly in place. He bit very hard into the ball of her foot. Donna lost what little control she had left: 

"FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" 

It was hard to know which one of them was more surprised by her screaming obscenities at him. She had disobeyed, breaking the rules of the session as he had laid them out. She was not suppossed to speak unless it was time to guess. As he finished with her feet, they both knew that repurcussions were coming. 

"Banana." 

Donna's voice was a bare whisper as she announced the name of the easily discernable fruit. But it made no difference that she was right. Her outburst had caused her to forfeit any chances of a pleasurable reward. She was resigned to the fact that a punishment was coming. But she also knew that sometimes his punishments were mind numbing trips to nirvana. She waited to see what was in store for her. 

He slid the long and wide cucumber into her pussy. It took a bit of effort as the walls of her vagina were stretched to the max. When it was fully inserted he left it there. Donna adjusted to having the large vegetable inside her. The cold skin of the cuke was quickly warmed by the heat of her body. 

From his cabinet he took out his favorite implement, the rope flogger. It was composed of 50 strands of black and white dyed rope When applied properly it carried a ferocious yet tolerable wallop. It was a "thudder" rather than a "stinger". The impact was felt deep in the body rather than at the surface of the skin. Although it could cause bruising, it did not leave welts or cuts. 

He started the whipping at her feet. He wound up with the flogger pulling it from far back before swinging it forward to land on her defenseless body. Over and over he pounded it with all his strength onto her vulnerable skin, moving his aimpoint slowly up her body. As he reached her breasts he made a special effort to strike even harder. She felt the blood rushing to the surface of her tender breasts warming them in a way that she found very stimulating despite the bruising impact. Her boobs, and indeed her entire body, turned a shade of pink. Only when he reached her neck did he pause to take a short break. His body was soaked with sweat from the enormous energy he had expended flogging her over a hundred times. He needed to catch his breath before the finish. 

Up to this point all the flogs had been across her body. He now positioned himself so that he might connect parallel to her pussy. The first shot made her gasp. Without any hesitation he commenced to pounding the rope onto her clit over and over. The vibrations spread deep inside her causing the walls of her pussy to contract and expand around the mammoth cucumber that was still lodged inside her. The stimulation was so great that Donna felt the waves of several powerful orgasms wracking her body. Only when she became completely still did he stop the pounding. 

While she was recovering quietly he picked up a very thin light wooden paddle. He applied two vicious swats, one to each nipple. A white heat shot through her body like an electrical current to her brain. The sudden sharp pain brought Donna back to life for the tenth and final taste. 

It was fortunate that only one item was left on the tray as they were both near exhaustion. The Dom wiped a cool damp cloth across her body soothing her heated skin. He then raised a small plastic bottle to her lips squirting a small dose of liquid on them. Donna licked her lips and immediately recognized the taste. 

"Honey." 

He squirted more into her mouth. As her tongue came out to intercept the flow, the sweet syrup flowed down her chin and neck. Still he continued to squeeze the bottle. She closed her mouth momentarily then spurted out; 

"Honey, honey......HONEY!" 

She felt him laughing again as he continued to squirt the honey into her face. The golden syrup flowed onto her red hair. He moved his aim downward covering her chest with the thick sticky fluid. Only when the flow stopped did he toss the bottle aside. Reaching again for the knife he cut the ropes which held her hands. He then pulled out the cucumber and easily inserted his cock into the greatly expanded opening. As he began to thrust he leaned down to kiss her. The two lovers shared the sweet taste of honey. 



The Taste of Kyoo - AMWF



Kyoo has the most beautiful maple brown cock I've ever tasted. 

Whenever I think of it my clit swells and I begin gliding a finger around the warm, damp spot on my panties. 

His tongue, his mouth and those smooth, lovely brown hands...

Mmmmmm... I wish every girl could experience a lover like Kyoo. 

It's my good fortune that our paths crossed, thanks to a close friend who's wary to share drinks with me anymore. 

That would be Megumi. 

She had been looking for a roommate just as Kyoo had placed an ad on craigslist to rent out his guest room. She responded to the ad and moved in a few days later.

She kept telling me about how sweet and funny he was, urging me to swing by and meet him. So I did and she was right. He was witty, funny, handsome, tall, Korean... And extremely sexy.

Unfortunately, he worked so much that he was rarely home. He also had a girlfriend who was Korean and whenever he wasn't at work he was usually with her. 

I was pretty disappointed and decided that I should squash my growing attraction for him.

So, I tried to forget about it. I tried not to light up whenever he was around or to notice his sultry, dark eyes and that shiny black hair slicked back from his forehead. His muscular back... how easily it bronzed in the sun. 

I made a point not to stare at that healthy bulge in his pants whenever he wore something made of thin material. 

And yet, he would parade around the house with that thick brown cock bobbing from side to side against the thin fabric, showing the outline of the scrumptious, bulbous head. Especially in those deep blue silk pajama pants. It was killing me.

However, l figured that if they were to break up he still wouldn't be into some white girl like me with wavy, shoulder-length, dark blond hair, wearing Hawaiian summer dresses and flip flops. 

His girlfriend was beautiful and always wore tight dresses and stilettos. Case closed.

Over the next 5 or 6 months I saw him maybe 8 times. He was usually with her. However, I never really saw them kiss or behave affectionately towards one another. 

As for Kyoo and I there was the occasional small talk in passing. He was friendly and polite but nothing more. 

However, there was an awkward moment one Saturday while Megumi and I were getting ready for a beach outing. I thought Kyoo was gone so I was wearing a skimpy flesh-coloured bikini in the kitchen, cutting fruit to take with us.

I was daydreaming, making a real mess, then watermelon juice spilt to the floor and as I bent over to wipe it up I heard a stifled snicker. Kyoo was leaning against the wall behind me, holding a finger over his lips, grinning as his eyes did a quick scan of my body. It seemed a bit flirty and provocative for a brief moment, as though he had been looking at my ass... But I noticed the juice running down my thighs and chalked it up to him thinking I was some messy goof or something like that. 

Shortly after that I began working a lot of overtime hours to finish a project and hadn't visited Megumi, and so I hadn't seen him, for a few months. Then one afternoon she calls and urges me to meet her and some friends for the opening of a new club on Alki beach.

Perfect timing. I needed to get out of the house.

I bathed, shaved my pussy smooth and scented my whole body with a soft jasmine infused fragrance. I love the smell of jasmine. Then I slipped into a very short, flesh-coloured dress, clear stilettos and fixed my hair up in a ponytail.

As soon as Megumi spotted me she grabbed my hand and guided me over to our friends near the back. The place was packed and I was a bit annoyed but decided to make the best of it, starting with a drink.

While I was ordering my whiskey tonic Kyoo squeezed in next to me then smiled and winked. I smiled brightly at him, "Hey!" then took my drink and headed back to the table where our friends were yelling at each other over loud, bassy music. My night suddenly brightened up and I felt warm all over just to know that he was nearby.

For the next hour or so I danced, laughed with friends, and occasionally stepped outside for a view of the dark ocean. 

Finally, I found a moment alone at a table in the back and Kyoo slid in next to me. But he scoots in so close he bumps me and I scoot over again.. then he scoots up against me again. I laugh and say, "What is this?" He shrugs and cocks his head, smiling. 

I nudge him, "Hey. You're flirting with me. Don't think I don't notice." His smile grows even bigger. "Really? Hmm.. Is that what you think?"

"Ahh... Yes. That's what I think. And, you have a girlfriend." He shakes his head, "Nope. I don't have a girlfriend."

Most people would ask about the breakup but I had no interest in shifting the mood. And he didn't seem too broken up.

"Hmmm... Well, okay then. What's up." So now I'm grinning ear to ear.

He eased closer to me, "You know.. I've had a little crush on you. And I can still recall finding you in my kitchen wearing that itty bitty bikini."

He was really close now, looking into my eyes. "I think about you sometimes".

My cheeks were bright pink and getting hotter. I've never had a guy that I was crushing on be so bold before.

"Your cheeks are really pink right now. Sorry if I'm embarrassing you." 

The sexual tension was so intense I was trying to hide my smile. I was shifting in my seat, and smiled up at him. "It's okay. Really."

He took this as a go ahead.

"Your good friend Megumi told me something interesting about you".

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

He leaned way in and whispered these hot, moist words into my ear.. "She told me you've always had this fantasy of having a man lick your pussy in a public place. Is that true?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Of course he was making it up but his words triggered the reaction he was looking for. I felt goose bumps rising all over and my heart skipped several beats.

"Hmmmm..." I purred softly against his mouth. "I don't recall saying that but I won't deny it either."

By that point I just wanted to fuck him right then. My eyes went to his lips and he pressed me against the wall and brushed his lips against mine. I was inhaling him and he was sliding that thick, hot tongue around mine and I moaned against his warm, soft lips.

Pulling someone's jacket over my lap as his mouth teased mine.. he rolled the bottom of my dress up, slid his hand between my thighs and pushed the fabric of my panties to the side. Then I felt his finger slide between my pussy lips and begin gliding around and over my clit, moving in tiny circles, causing it to swell more. God, he was so good, as though he already knew my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed between his lips..

His eyes and mouth opened really wide in surprise, "Ohhh... girl. You're soooooo wet. This little peach is drenched." His red tongue slid hungrily across his lips and I watched his cock swell, growing a ripe bulge. I put my hand on it, feeling the pulsating heat and he placed his hand over mine and squeezed the hot mound with my hand and said, "You have to wait" then casually looked both ways and slid himself down beneath the table.

I was surprised, nervous and excited all at once. My heart was racing.. but I realized that no one was paying attention or would even notice under the dimmed lights. And they wouldn't hear a thing due to the slow, throbbing remix of No Ordinary Love by Sade which caused everything to vibrate. 

Under the table Kyoo worked his hands under my ass and slid my panties all the way down my legs. Then he kissed my knees and my thighs, and made his place between them..

I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive pussy lips, making them tingle and ache.. Then a droplet of my girl juice rolled down into my ass crack and his warm tongue slid between the swollen lips and wriggled for the initial taste. He groaned into my cunt, Mmmmmmm... then began gliding that hot tongue slowly up and down, working my swollen, glistening peach. I whimpered in ecstasy as my pelvic muscles twitched and I grabbed handfuls of his shiny black hair, pulling his head closer into my aching cunt.  

He squeezed my ass and began suckling softly on everything between the lips. God I wanted to fuck his mouth so bad, sit on his face and grind that fat tongue then be impaled hard like a fuckdoll made for his cock... 

And yet, I still couldn't believe what he was doing, surrounded by all these people. My thighs were trembling. A hoard of drunk girls were pushing past the table while his tongue swirled around my clit and his hot mouth made everything sooooo warm and ripe. I was already feeling the urge to climax so I held my breath and opened my legs wider. He smiled with those lovely dark orbs gleaming up at me then back to my cunt as he sunk in deep.. slowly tongue-fucking my insides as my pussy tightened on the warm, slippery thick muscle in his mouth. I suddenly moaned aloud and rammed his lovely mouth into me. Mmmmmmph.. groaned my lover's throat. 

A random guy stopped to ask if I was okay.. if I was sick.

Upon hearing the guy speak, Kyoo began slurping and slobbering all over my cunt. Then he slid two fingers in all the way, pressing into my spot and his mouth latched back on to my clit. That hot tongue was wriggling around my clit, causing me to shudder.. My other hand was caressing his sweaty cheek. 

My voice broke.. "Ahhh-yaaa..Yeh. I'm ok." He continued to question my well-being and Kyoo plunged his tongue back into me with a muffled growl and began sucking me hard. I was grasping the table and the back of Kyoo's head, swooning as though I would faint. Kyoo was now drinking my juices audibly and I felt my cheeks burn bright red.

The guy yelled again over the thick, bassy music.. "Sure you're okay???"

I was begging the gods to take this guy away... PLEASE!! Kyoo's mouth was torturing my fucking pussy and it was such an exquisite pain. 

I cried out- "YESSS!! I'M FINE!!" waving him away while covering my face with the other hand. He looked utterly stunned and walked away.

I slumped over, panting, and Kyoo's mouth detached from my engorged clit. It was unbelievably red and throbbing. I looked down at his proud, devilishly handsome face, his swollen, wet lips and said, "God. You're so fucking bad." He smiled sweetly and pushed me back upright.

"I'm gonna finish you."

I lay all the way back with half of me sliding off the bench seat as he held my left ass cheek up and sunk back into me. I decided that I would cum soon before anyone else spotted us so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Holding my hips very still, his warm, silky tongue began a rhythm of softly swishing around my clit. Then he would stop to slobber into my swollen hole, sloshing into my juices mixed with his saliva. I was humping his sweet face, moving my pelvis slowly up and down, gently grinding his drenched mouth. 

I was arching my back and grasping his head.. while crying, whimpering into the throbbing music that engulfed us. 

This cunt of mine was throbbing soooo painfully, pulsating in tune with his warm tongue as I began feeling that piercing orgasmic wave building up. I was begging him, crying, "Ahhhyeaaaah... god. Ahhhhhh.. fuck.. yessssssuuuuckmeeee.." 

Then he felt a twitch and knew I was there so he moaned into me. Suddenly that powerful jolt imploded throughout my clit up through my birth canal into my womb then spine.. I opened my legs as much as possible, stretched out, lifted my ass up... cumming so fucking hard... and stuffed someone's jacket over my face, crying into it.. my girl juices gushing into Kyoo's mouth as he groaned and passionately suckled my pussy dry.

Then I slid down under the tall table as he guided me into his lap, working to impale me with his swollen cock and maneuvering himself deeper into me. 

I was crying into his ear.. "Kyoo.. we need to fuck. I wanna fuck soooo bad." and he growled against my titties, "I know.. sorry.. I need to cum too but we can't fuck here." 

So I urged him up and he swiftly worked his way back up the bench and his engorged, heavy, brown cockmeat fell against my cheek. I guided it to my lips and it was so hot on my mouth as his warm precum leaked onto my tongue and lips then ran down my chin to my neck. He slid back and worked his pants down further, giving me full access to his tight, mocha brown scrotum as well. 

The smell of his male sex was intoxicating and I became soooo incredibly hungry I couldn't wait to drink his hot, potent cum... but I would take my time with this lovely fuckmeat and then suck and gulp his nectar like a starving baby. 

He grasped my head eagerly as I softly licked the head, shaft, everything, while massaging his tightening balls.. even though I knew how badly he wanted to plunge it in and fuck my mouth. I knew this urgency and the pain he felt. He wanted to do the man thing... to fuck. He was a healthy male in mating mode, slowly humping my face but wanting so badly to plow it like a beast to release his seed. I smiled inwardly... It was my turn to enjoy tormenting him as he did with me. 

I was up now on my knees and slowly working my lips over the bulbous head, stopping to suction it, making small popping sounds.. and began plunging it into my throat. He gasped, "Ahhh god" and I could see his lovely brown abs twitching, pulling inward. 

Then I heard a few of his buddies, "Hey Kyoo! There here is! Hey man.. what are you doing? Tired already???" His face froze into a real "Oh shit" expression.. but not me. My lips turned up and spread into a big ole wide Cheshire cat grin, shooting a maniacal glance up at him, which he fully caught. Then I got back to work.. softly suctioning his swollen head and humming as my hot saliva oozed all the way down to his balls. I thought those needed some attention as well so I moaned and hummed as I suckled one at a time in my mouth, while stroking his cock in my warm, wet hand. 

He eyed his friends in horror, whispering, "Oh damn.. Dammit." 

This simply urged me on. He glanced down as I looked up at him with my glossy, lust filled green eyes.. and felt him swell even more. He was throbbing, pulsating and oozing precum like a leaky faucet. I couldn't be happier. 

His hands were shaking yet pulling me forward. He wanted to cum now.. as in RIGHT NOW. I relaxed my mouth just to give him a chance to respond.

"Uhhh, I'm good! Just relaxing!" and waved them away... I could hear him mumble under his breath, "Go, just go.. dammit." 

I took that as my cue and took a deep breath then engulfed his whole meaty cock down my throat at once, Mmmmmphf! and he fell forward, grabbing my head.. and I heard him faceplant and groan onto the table. I could feel the veins pumping, throbbing and his nuts pulling in tight, getting ready to produce the hot milk for my mouth. 

My hands massaged his thighs and then back to his tight, twitching nuts as my tongue wriggled and slithered around the base as I carefully worked him down my throat again, milking his engorged sex. I wanted him to gush and pour hot spermy milk into my mouth and down my throat. 

And then he lowered himself more, almost to a squat, opening his thighs wide so that I could take it all.. and I did. I could feel his body tense up and then he leaned back, gasping and moaning, while I milked the FUCK out of his pulsating, jerking cock... gulping down every drop of the hot, seedy nectar I could. I loved watching his body spasm, his thighs tremble, stomach muscles tightening, shuddering to pump even more into my mouth.. I was in love with the hot meat in my mouth.. the juice it provided. 

After the spasms subsided I slithered up his body and he pulled me up into his arms and plunged his pussy-scented tongue deep into my semen-flavored mouth.

Alas, Megumi emerged from the crowd and spotted us.. Hair tussled, lips swollen, wrecked, Kyoo zipping his fly. 

She walked up to our table crossing her arms and shaking her head as though we were naughty children. "Wow. Look at these two dirty dirty sluts."

Kyoo smiled and slid his arm tightly around my waist as I tried to hide my face behind a stranger's jacket.

I hadn't touched my second whiskey tonic so I offered it to Megumi. 

"No thanks, hon." She said, scrunching her nose up at it. "I don't think I'll be drinking after you anymore."

I can't really say that I blame her.



The Taste of Love



Author's Note: Vampire stories have long been part of our sexual mythology and they usually feature at least one nubile young woman. She is a magnet for the dark side and the dark side is a magnet for her. The protagonist seduces her body and during the act of love, while he drains her of her blood, he seduces her soul. These stories reflect the uneasy proximity in our own minds between sex and death, pleasure and damnation. This story -- a vampire romance, if you will -- is my own personal take on the vampire myth. Enjoy.

*****

It seemed hardly possible that anything so still could be alive. He stood motionless in the shadows of the old brownstone, the one with the General Store on the ground floor which no one went to anymore. Even if you peered into the shadows, it was difficult to tell where the darkness ended and he began. The outline of his body seemed fuzzy and indistinct as if he were shifting shape like smoke. It did not help that he was clad in black from head to toe, that his complexion was swarthy and that his hair was the shade of starless night. Only the silver buttons on his shirt glinted in the reluctant pool of light cast by the dejected looking street lamp, which appeared to have given up its battle against the gathering darkness before it began.

The quiet elegance of his clothes clashed with the decrepit nature of his surroundings -- with the paint peeling from the wooden frames, the windows stained with grime, the weather beaten sign of the General Store which bore the legend "McCarthy & Co., General Merchants" in fading letters that had long lost hope of a fresh lease of color. But he seemed indifferent to the all round shabbiness, as if he were above and beyond it, as if he were a whole world gathered unto himself.

His eyes were fixed on the metal door of the building opposite. This neighborhood no longer had wooden or glass paneled doors. They would not hold against the world that they were meant to keep out. Even the metal door that he surveyed was scuffed, graffiti stained -- marked by the world swirling outside and howling to get in. As he waited for the door to open, his thoughts drifted back to that day in the spring so many years ago when he had seen her for the first time.

*****

The weather had been mild, cool in the shade, pleasantly warm in the sun. She was hunched over in the grass, her nose almost touching the ground, her soft brown curls tumbling around her face. She was peering at something on the ground, unblinking, rapt in concentration. A gentle breeze swept across the open park, swirling her light flowery dress around her frail frame. As he turned the curve in the path, she looked up. She beckoned to him, her fingers on her lips, demanding silence. Curious, he padded softly across the turf and knelt beside her. She gripped his sleeve in her tiny hand and gestured to a butterfly poised on a blade of grass inches away from where they sat.

It looked singularly unimpressive -- smallish, a sort of dull brown -- and he wondered what the fuss was all about. As he made to turn towards the small figure crouched beside him, the butterfly opened its wings and the air shimmered with an iridescent blue that was so garish that it hurt the eye. The delicate, paper thin triangles of color fluttered for a moment uncertainly and then rose in flight. She rose to her feet and clapped happily. After the butterfly had flitted out of sight, she stuck out her hand as though to help him up. He unwound his length from the ground and accepted the proffered hand.

"I am Elsa," she offered, moving her arm up and down to shake his hand which had engulfed her tiny fist.

"Pleased to meet you," he replied, leaning down towards her, "I am Maximilian. You can call me Max."

"Pleased to meet you too, Max," she said solemnly.

He guessed that she must be about four years old, certainly not more than five.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

"No, my mom's with me."

"Where is she?" he enquired.

She looked around her briefly and then fluttered her fingers vaguely in the direction of the fountain in the middle of the park.

"I don't know. Somewhere."

"Shouldn't we look for her?"

She gave it a moment's careful thought.

"No," she finally shrugged, "she is old enough to look after herself."

He suppressed the smile that was gathering on his lips.

"And are you?" he asked softly, the twinkle in his eyes betraying his amusement at this presumptuous little bundle of precocity.

She looked uncertain for a moment, a tiny shadow of doubt gathering in her eyes. But she said "Yes", more hopefully than confidently, unconsciously drawing herself up to the full height of her diminutive frame in a halfhearted gesture of defiance.

He regarded her quietly for a moment, then his lips widened in a broad smile before he burst into laughter. She looked startled at first then happily joined in, the soft tinkle of her laughter an unfamiliar counterpoint to the deeper tones of his own sudden happiness. He couldn't remember the last time that he had laughed so openly and without inhibition. He understood better than most the aching fragility of laughter, the evanescence of merriment. Like life, he thought.

They stopped at the same time, panting; their hands on their knees, the laughter still in their eyes as they caught their breath. When she recovered, she straightened up, clutching her stomach which was hurting from more happiness than she could bear, from the joy of simply being alive -- that day in the spring, on that sun drenched expanse of warm grass. She slid her tiny hand into his and tugged -- urging him down the path that curved along the edge of the park.

He yielded to the pressure of her unspoken entreaty and fell in beside her. He held her hand in his palm gingerly as if it were centuries old porcelain that would crumble to the touch, terrified that he might hurt her. She was walking purposefully, without pause or hesitation and seemed to know where she was going. As they swept around the next curve, an ice cream wagon drifted into view parked on the grass beside the winding path. She stopped next to the wagon, looked up at him and said hopefully, "I would like an ice cream."

She stood on tiptoes and peered down into the glass-topped freezer trying to decide what flavor she wanted.

"Strawberry," she decided finally.

"It has little pieces of fruit in it," she explained as he fished out his wallet and doled out change to the vendor.

They retreated to a nearby bench, the ice cream cone clutched firmly in her fist. He watched her as her tongue flicked around the edges of the waffle cone, chasing thin streams of strawberry that drifted over the edge as the ice cream melted in the warmth of the noonday sun. The sunlight drifting through her soft brown curls turned her hair into spun gold and her face seemed enveloped in a halo.

She felt his eyes upon her and turned to offer him a taste of her ice cream. He declined with a nod, smiling at her simple act of generosity. They sat in companionable silence as she finished her cone and wiped her sticky fingers on the paper napkin. After she had slowly and methodically wiped each finger clean of any trace of ice cream, she raised her head.

"Mom," she screamed suddenly, sliding off the bench and waving her hands frantically in the air.

The slim shapely figure in the distance turned around at the sound of Elsa's voice and began to walk towards them. As the figure drew near, Elsa bounded forward, wrapped her arms around the woman's knees and buried her face in her lap. The woman pulled the warm little body of her daughter closer and gently stroked the soft brown curls. Suddenly he felt very out of place. She leaned down and whispered something in Elsa's ear that was too soft for him to catch. But Elsa's response was loud enough.

"But he's not a stranger, Mama. I know his name ... Max."

The woman turned towards him with an embarrassed air.

"Irene," she said stretching out her hand for him to shake.

"Maximilian," he replied, accepting the proffered hand.

"There is no need to be embarrassed about your concern," he added quietly, "You are right to be careful."

She flashed him a grateful smile.

"She never listens to me. I fear for her sometimes. She's too trusting."

He got down on one knee, his face level with hers.

"Your Mama's right, Elsa," he said, lifting her face with a finger under her chin, "Every stranger isn't a friend."

She nodded solemnly before grabbing her mother's outstretched hand.

"Goodbye, Max," she said.

He watched the two figures recede into the distance -- Elsa sometimes skipping ahead of her mother and sometimes falling back in tow. As they approached the first curve in the path, Elsa turned around and fluttered the fingers of her free hand in a gesture of farewell.

She looked so small, so heartbreakingly vulnerable that for a moment he had to fight the urge to run after them, to wrap his arms around her frail body and shield her from the world. He shook his head ruefully as if to clear it. He didn't remember the last time he had felt this protective towards anybody or anything. Being protective didn't come easily to his kind. He must be going soft in his old age, he thought. If the others ever knew, it would be a matter for much merriment -- the great Maximilian brought to his knees by the innocence of a mere girl and that too a human. He had no desire to be a cause for levity. He buried in the recesses of his heart the memory of that face, so joyously free of care, and of her trusting fingers clutching his own. Kindness, he decided, was an affectation that he could ill afford. He spun on his heels and walked in the opposite direction towards the gate and the world that beckoned from beyond.

In the months that followed, he learnt that buried memories are resilient. His mind kept returning to that little girl who had so readily befriended a fierce ancient with a blood soaked rag for a soul. She became for him a symbol of everything his life was not -- simple, guileless, free from rancor and bitterness. He watched her life play out from a discreet distance. He was a witness to her little triumphs and little failures, to moments of joy so sharp that she felt her heart must burst and sorrow so profound that surely, she thought, the world must end.

He watched her grow from cheeky brat to shy teenager, a little clumsy with words and boys. He watched her shadow framed in the rectangle of light that was her bedroom window as she hunched over her books, her forehead furrowed in concentration. He watched with vicarious pride as she graduated from High School, her fingers fluttering nervously over her cap and gown. He watched helplessly as her face twisted into a mask of pain on that fateful day when she learnt of a crash on the highway and identified the heap of twisted metal that used to be their car. He had watched hope sputter in her heart like a candle in the wind; watched her abandon dreams of college to begin work as a clerk in a nearby store; watched her once genteel neighborhood transform into an urban battlefield, no longer safe or welcoming.

There had been moments during those years when he had wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, to whisper that things would be better. He had wanted to kiss that grazed knee okay; to soothe her heart as it was bruised by some careless ape masquerading as a boy; to hold her, as trembling and terrifyingly alone, she watched the coffin holding the remains of her family, of love and of hope, being lowered into freshly dug earth. But he had always resisted the impulse as a momentary lapse into insanity, as an impossible dream to whose allure he could not permit himself to surrender. He was deathly afraid of the consequences, of what he may be capable. He heard those words again and again, echoing across the centuries that stood between, "You are condemned to destroy what you love, to change forever what you touch."

***** It was an age, now lost in the mists of memory, when men still believed in his kind and feared them. Their mere existence was a declaration of war and life was a daily battle. He was young then, his nerves and sinews forged in the fire of perpetual conflict.

On that day, at the mouth of a narrow pass which separated a green expanse of meadow from the foaming waters of a restless ocean, four of them had held off a throng of angry peasants armed with swords and spears, wooden staves and pitchforks. He had reveled in the intimate crush of bodies in battle, in the flash of blade and the thrust of knife; parting head from neck and limb from torso with the fluency of long practice. Their faces, rapt in concentration, utterly absorbed in the dealing of death, were wet with spattered blood, of which they took an occasional greedy lick. ... Death tasted good.

Afterwards, they sat in a circle in the sunshine, among the scattered bodies, glad to be alive -- comfortable in the quiet companionship that the proximity of death always brings, when you have survived its passing. Two of them, Constantine and Frederick, were young like him, but the third, Leopold, was a grizzled veteran of many centuries of unceasing conflict. He was regarding with a somewhat baleful eye the vision of Constantine who was perched on one of the bleeding dismembered corpses, using his dagger to dislodge from his blood smeared fangs a piece of flesh that he had torn out of a peasant's neck during that dance of death. Leopold seemed to find his air of smug self-satisfaction faintly irritating.

"You think this was a battle?" Leopold asked suddenly, "Killing farmers carrying pitchforks?"

The point of the dagger froze in Constantine's mouth before he slowly lowered it. One couldn't be too careful with Leopold when he was in that sort of mood.

"They actually believe," he said, waving at the corpses bleaching in the sun, "that two pathetic little twigs spliced together and blessed by a priest would protect them against the likes of us. This wasn't a battle. This was a massacre. You should be ashamed you broke a sweat. And know this much. They may now be dead. But when they were alive, they were more blessed than we will ever be. You know why? Because they can love with impunity. We are condemned to destroy what we love, to forever change what we touch."

His shoulders slumped as though the weight of his endless years was proving too heavy a burden to bear. When he continued, there was an unutterable sorrow in his voice, as though his soul were bleeding through his lips.

"There are times when I spy a comely wench and I burn with an unbearable thirst to feel the warmth of a woman's flesh, to taste her skin, to share her breath. And sometimes I do. But our fate is a bitter one. If we take a woman, we must make her one of us or we must dissolve into dust. That accusing look in a woman's eyes when she awakens from a stupor that she thought was death and knows that her fate is worse turns our pleasure into ashes. That is why we are bitter, my friends, that is why we thirst for blood -- because we have been promised eternity without the possibility of love."

He seemed lost in thought as he sat there hunched, his arms on his knees, staring at the ground beneath his feet. The others did not dare to break his reverie. After a long time, he raised his head.

"I am tired of killing," he sighed, "tired of the hot stench of blood and the hunger that courses through my veins at that stench. I am tired."

He fell silent after that and did not speak again as the shadows lengthened. It was as if he had been emptied of words and the well would take some time to fill again.

*****

Leopold had been right, he thought. One tires of killing. One yearns for love.

The door opened a crack, spilling yellow light onto the steps and the broken metal banister and then widened, her silhouette outlined in the light of the naked bulb that hung from the ceiling of the foyer. She closed the door softly behind her and then paused for a moment at the top of the steps, as though to draw a deep breath before abandoning the safety of her hand anchored on the banister.

She was clad in a plain white shirt and blue jeans, her hair gathered into an unruly knot on the top of her head. She was wearing sensible flat-heeled shoes and no make up. She tucked her large handbag under her arms and set off at a brisk pace, her eyes downcast.

They emerged from the mouth of a blind alley, too quickly for her to react. There were four of them and at first blush, they were difficult to tell apart. They all wore black bandannas, dragon tattoos, tight t-shirts over bulging torsos and ... identical smirks. One of them had a long white scar running along the inside of his left arm and wore an air of authority. Being sliced open in a knife fight did wonders for your reputation in these parts. He was twirling a knife lazily in his right hand as he slowly circled around her, almost tasting on his tongue the completeness of his power over her trembling body. She stood rooted to the ground, uncertain whether to flee or to stay completely still, pretending to be invisible, hoping that they would go away. 

It was however clear that they were not going anywhere. They had watched this tasty little morsel for weeks, tracing the same familiar route between home and work. They had waited patiently for such a moment -- the cover of darkness and an empty street. They intended to take their time with her. The Scar licked his lips with a hunger that he could barely contain. He was aroused, as much by the thought of their taking her by turns, using her luscious body, as by the thought of finally, after they were done with her, slitting her soft white throat and letting her blood leach onto the pavement.

The blind alley would do nicely, he thought. They would stuff a rag in her mouth to drown her screams. Not that it was necessary. She could scream all she wanted. He knew that in this neighborhood, her screams would shatter against an impervious wall of fear and indifference. He didn't expect to be interrupted. It was only that he wanted to be able to pretend, as they ravaged her body, that she was enjoying it. Screams would make that awkward. The circle tightened as they drew closer to her, their limbs twitching now with anticipation at the bloody feast to follow.

They didn't know where he came from -- this tall stranger who now held her body in his arms, shielding her. He almost seemed part of the night, like darkness congealed. Their first instinct was to rush him, to rip to pieces this thing that had come between them and their prey.

But something made them pause. There was no fear in his eyes. His gaze licked the naked blades in their hands with something resembling greed. He was still, as if he did not wish to dissuade them from violence by sudden movement. But his stillness did not deceive them. They knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this stranger would fight. But what was spreading icy fingers of fear across their hearts was the niggling suspicion that he might welcome it. He waited quietly as arrogance battled caution in their eyes. He was willing the arrogance to win, hoping once again for the sweet murderous music of blades in song. It had been a long time.

His nostrils flared at the promise of blood and their shoulders finally slumped, terror that they barely understood pooling like lead in the pits of their stomachs weighing them down. The Scar spoke to his underlings through lips that were suddenly dry and parched, affecting a bravado he no longer felt.

"We will get her another time. The slut isn't going anywhere."

He felt a flicker of disappointment as they backed away gingerly, not yet daring to turn around. He knew they wouldn't be coming back. He toyed for a moment with the notion of denying them so easy an escape, of taking the battle to them and dissolving their bodies in a bloody rain of severed limbs. The trembling body in his arms, however, held him in check.




The Taste of Love



A memory stirred faintly in the swirling abyss of his mind -- of what seemed another lifetime when he too was a child in a place that no longer had a name. He had been loitering happily, without an ounce of conscious purpose, along the banks of the stream that separated their village from the brooding expanse of forest that lay beyond. He had stumbled upon a baby bird that had fallen from its nest. Its wing was broken, but it was still alive, the soft down on its tiny breast ruffling with every breath. He had held it, fluttering, in his palm as he ran home. He didn't sleep that night, tending to his injured friend. When it died in the morning, he had wept tears that would not stop. He remembered drowning in the cloud of lace at his mother's bosom as she consoled him.

That is how Elsa felt in his arms -- like that baby bird fluttering in his palm; achingly, unbearably fragile. He would not let this one die, he decided. He raised his hand to gently stroke her hair, quieting her racing heart.

"It's alright. They are gone," he whispered softly into the airy cloud of brown curls beneath his chin.

She didn't stir. Even after her breathing slowed down and became even, she continued to cling to him, her cheek nestling against the silk of his shirt. She had never felt so safe in her life and she was determined never to let this go. When she finally lifted her head to look at him, his face was devoid of expression, inscrutable. But she knew instinctively, with an absolute certainty that she could not explain or understand, that she had nothing to fear from him.

She took his hand in both of hers, turning it over, examining it for he knew not what. Then, apparently satisfied, she grasped his right hand in her left and gently pulled him towards her building, retracing her steps. He followed her, unresisting, as he had on another day, a lifetime ago. When they reached the metal door, she released his hand to rummage for the key in her handbag, but looped her arm through his as though she were afraid that he would flee if she let him.

The foyer of the building was shabby, even a pretence at maintenance long since abandoned. The walls were discolored in patches where the paint had peeled. The lettering on the letterboxes had faded and some of the boxes were broken or broken into. She gripped his hand again, almost feverishly, as they waited for the elevator and wouldn't release it as they stepped into the black metal box for the journey upwards. She stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye as she waited for the ancient elevator to wheeze its way to her floor. Still as he was, he seemed part of that metal cage as though he had sprouted from it.

Once on her floor, she waited impatiently for him to slide shut the metal doors of the elevator before pulling him down the gloomy, dimly lit corridor towards her apartment. Outside her door, she repeated the ritual of capturing his arm in the crook of her elbow while she fumbled with her key to let them in.

He glanced around the apartment as she closed the door behind them. It was neat and well kept, but spoke of a genteel poverty. The furniture was elegant, obviously acquired in better times when her parents were still alive, but were now considerably worse for wear. The walls needed a coat of paint that she could not afford. She had artfully concealed patches of peeling plaster with picture frames, the consequent randomness of their placing giving the walls an oddly unbalanced look.

He interrupted his survey when he felt the gentle tug on his wrist. She had dropped her handbag unceremoniously on the floor next to the door and was now looking at him questioningly. He smiled to put her at ease. She smiled in her turn, her face lighting up, before leading him through the hall and the door opposite into what was obviously her bedroom.

Once they were inside the door, she dropped his hand and strode ahead. She stopped in the middle of the room with her back to him and began to strip with quiet deliberate efficiency. As she removed each article of clothing -- her shirt, her bra, her jeans and finally her plain cotton panties -- she folded it neatly and placed it in a pile on the chair at the foot of her bed. She finally raised her hands to her head and unknotted her hair, letting it cascade over her neck and shoulders. There was something unbearably erotic in that simple act.

He watched her body unveil with growing unease, his mind a raging cauldron of mixed emotions. There was fear there and desire and an aching tenderness. When she slid her panties down her legs and was finally naked, he tore his eyes away from her. In an odd way that he could not fully fathom, staring at her bare flesh seemed to him suddenly an act of disrespect, the violation of something sacred.

When he looked up again, she had turned around and he knew that he was lost. He knew that his life had been leading up to this moment, that he had seen the vision before him in his dreams -- dreams that he had dared not acknowledge. She stood there calmly, allowing his eyes to roam over her body -- over her soft firm breasts, the generous curve of her hips, the unruly curls of her pubes, the already moist petals of her sex and the fluid lines of her legs. Her beauty was the greater because it was so unselfconscious. He knew then that he could never deny her anything that she craved. Or perhaps he had always known.

She walked forward, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked body against his, her face nuzzling his chest. He felt his heart melt at that embrace. It was as though a dam had burst, releasing a flood of emotion that he had been afraid to feel. He felt his eyes well up with tears. Two drops stumbled over his lashes and slid down his cheeks. He raised a hand to wipe his tears before they dripped into her hair. He gently ran his palms down her naked shoulders and her back to cup the cheeks of her bottom. His touch was so delicate, so unspeakably tender that she felt her hips lurch unconsciously against his flesh.

When she lifted her head, his face was no longer inscrutable. There was no doubting now the emotion in his eyes and the pent up desire. He lowered his face to plant a soft kiss on her forehead - a wet whisper against her skin - before moving on, his lips fluttering on her eyes, her nose, her cheeks before capturing her lips. As he gently sucked the soft wet flesh of her lips, she moaned and her bottom quivered deliciously in the cradle of his palms. Her lips parted to let him in and their tongues dueled in the wet cavern of her mouth. Time stopped as they tasted each other, with the eagerness of newly discovered passion, until she decided that she wanted more.

As she pulled away, she silenced his protests with a finger on his lips. Then she began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Her lips followed her fingers, nipping his skin as it was laid bare. She flicked her tongue softly to taste the salty flavor of his flesh before capturing his exposed nipple in her mouth, sucking it in. When his shirt came off, she ran her palms over the hard muscles of his arms and torso, testing their resilience.

She drifted lower to kneel at his feet to remove his shoes one by one. It pleased her to serve him thus, her submissive posture flooding her sex afresh. By the time she peeled away his last piece of clothing to expose his swollen flesh, her fingers were trembling. The sight of his hard throbbing erection left her breathless. Surely, flesh could not be more perfect. She could barely encircle its girth with her fingers. It was firm and smooth, as though sculpted from marble ... warm living pulsing marble.

She flicked her tongue along his swollen length before licking it in long wet sweeps. After it was dripping wet, she swirled her tongue around the crown before easing it between her lips. She sucked softly on his rampant flesh like a baby at a mother's breast. He groaned as her mouth worked on him, resisting the temptation to grip the back of her head and to drive his hips forward, filling her throat. She sensed that he was holding back and cupped the hard muscled cheeks of his bottom to urge him deeper. As he felt his resolve weaken, he reached down and gently eased her lips off his throbbing shaft. Her fingers still held on for dear life, unwilling to relinquish the object of her desire, until he prized them open. He bent down to pick her up in his arms and carried her to the bed in the middle of the room. While her bedroom was generally neat and orderly, the bed was unkempt. She must have had to leave in a hurry, he thought.

He laid her down on the coverlet and then climbed onto the bed to kneel beside her. As he slowly ran his eyes over her naked body, her lips parted in a soft whisper that he could not discern. When he turned to her, she raised her arms to him in a mute gesture of welcome. He groaned at that simple act of surrender, suddenly grateful for the miracle in his arms.

He gently caressed her curves - her hips, the soft mounds of her breasts, the lines of her ribs, the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs that now parted to afford him access to her most intimate flesh. His touch was like no other that she had ever known. His fingers inflamed her, set her body on fire. In a sudden moment of clarity, she knew why that was so. This strange beautiful man was not having sex with her. He was not even making love to her. He was worshipping at her altar. And her body knew - with a wisdom far greater than her mind could muster. She laughed joyously at the utter simplicity of her revelation. When he raised an eyebrow quizzically, she reached up and drew his head down to plant soft wet lingering kisses on his face. He smiled shyly, pleased, almost childlike in his happiness.

He ran the tip of his forefinger playfully over her lips, now swollen with passion. They parted to let him in. She sucked his finger softly, her eyes never leaving his. His finger left her mouth to trail a thin silvery thread of spit to her nipple. He gently rubbed the wetness into the crinkled tip before taking it in his mouth, babying it. Her hips arched off the bed at the gentle assault on her sensitive flesh. His lips kept drifting from one nipple to the other, tasting, sucking, nipping. She was making small mewling noises in the back of her throat and her hips were twitching and jerking continuously, her hot moist sex now weeping for attention.

When his fingers reached the junction of her thighs, she was already sopping wet, her juices glistening on her thighs and her bottom cheeks. He ran a finger through the wet slimy flesh, bisecting her mons, before pushing it, with exquisite slowness, into her hot yearning hole. Sounds, which meant nothing and which meant everything, were now bubbling from her lips as his finger churned her slippery depths. Her hips were jerking as she tried to impale herself even more fully on his finger.

As he drew his finger out of her hole, she felt an aching sense of loss before new sensations quickly overwhelmed her mind. His finger smeared her juices on her fleshy hood before easing it back to expose the hard throbbing pearl beneath. It then drifted lower between her parted cheeks to anoint the tight pink hole of her bottom with her juices. She was finally ready.

He parted her thighs to kneel between them and lowered his mouth to her sex. At the first contact of his tongue on her wet slimy flesh, her hips jerked and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. He worked his arms under her thighs and over her hips to hold her down as he began to work on her slowly, methodically, relentlessly. He sucked her outer lips into his mouth stretching the flesh and then easing it out between his teeth. His tongue flicked restlessly through her inner folds. He drifted lower to trace the damp crack between her cheeks, pausing to lap up the juices glistening on her bottom hole, making her flinch with a pleasure that she could not longer absorb. He speared the hot yearning hole of her sex, his tongue twisting and writhing in her slimy depths. He sucked all of her hot flesh into the swamp of his mouth, mixing his spit with her juices. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, when she had been reducing to a whimpering mass of helpless flesh, he slid her eager throbbing pearl between his lips and sucked. She screamed her pleasure into the night, her body unable to contain the enormity of her release.

She was still jerking with the aftershocks of the explosion that had racked her limbs. But she wanted more. She wanted his swollen flesh inside her. She wanted him to split her open, to own her, to claim her. No words issued from her mouth. But he understood the silent plea in her eyes and the urgency in her fingers scrabbling ineffectually on his flesh. She didn't notice the shadow of fear that flitted across his eyes or the quiet resolution that replaced it.

He placed a soft fluffy pillow under her hips. She felt his throbbing tip softly kiss the rim of her hungry hole before stretching it open and impaling her with one long smooth thrust that drove the air out of her lungs. She did not peak again. It was far more intense. It was as if the tremors of her first release had not stopped. Waves of pleasure pooled in the junction of her thighs and then rolled to the extremities of her limbs rocking her body again and again as his flesh pulsed in and out of her throbbing sex.

She was floating gently on a calm sea of contentment when a sudden sense of foreboding penetrated the mist of pleasure that had fogged her mind. It was tiny at first, but grew more insistent until suddenly her eyes snapped open and she was fully awake. He was cold and clammy in her arms, his body bathed in sweat. The room smelt of death. She took his face between her palms and raised it to look into his eyes. Her mind struggled to absorb what she saw in those bottomless pools. She saw centuries of conflict, bitterness, anger and regret. She saw the clash of arms and the fall of armies. She saw an endless struggle to preserve virtue in the face of unremitting hostility. She saw the brooding shadow of death ... and how he was yielding to it. She also saw love for her and an unspoken tenderness -- deep and enduring, like a bottomless abyss. She saw a sun soaked day in the spring and a little girl pondering thoughtfully her choice of ice cream.

"Max?" she breathed, overwhelmed by that revelation.

"Elsa," he responded, his voice a sigh, his lips stretching in the saddest smile that she had ever seen, so full of pain, longing and regret that it would eclipse the sun.

She knew then how this day must end. She only marveled that her choice was so easy and so obvious. She threw her head back, her brown curls tumbling over the edge of the bed, exposing the soft white expanse of her throat. She reached upwards, placed her hand behind his neck and gently drew him down. As his lips touched her skin, her body trembled. And he learnt once again the taste of love. It was bitter sweet - the taste of immortality and of endless torment.

*****



The Taste of Night



Some may call me a murderer, others with an odd sense of humor, an entrepreneur. Shaking my head in regards to the folly of humans, I send my cascade of alternately raven and violet tresses into a whirl, laughing. As I continue to walk, I observe the men and women wandering among my midst. A bemused smile plays across my crimson lips as I ponder the oddities of the living. Recently though, it seems that mortals as of late, have forgotten the name of ancient creatures such as myself, vampire.

I am a part of the undead race, true enough, although that is not where my identity ends. I am called Cystine, Cystine Azure, due to the piercingly blue eyes that my family is renowned for. Though we are scattered into nearly every corner of the world, we are higher in number than one might first assume. I live in an apartment near the bend of Main and Walnut, preferring my own company to the frivolous covens, that however, is a personal choice. As a matter of fact, my apartment is my ultimate destination for the "day;" but first I shall hunt, then perhaps detour to one of my favorite places near here, a secluded area overlooking the city scape.

The streets were thinning out of people by now, though those remaining were not to my liking thus far. A child no more than seven walked with whom I guessed was his mother, I turned away in disgust. I have never killed a child, and do not intend to break that anytime soon. Debating as to whether I should peruse another nearby town, when a possible choice wandered in my direction. Her shoulder-length brown hair bounced lightly as she stepped, framing her heart-shaped face. Before I had too much time to contemplate this, she surprised me by being an undead as well. Slight disappointment crossed my thoughts as I began to pass her, but then she stopped me saying,

"Were you considering killing me?"

Shocked at her boldness, I replied," Until it came to my attention that you are the same as myself, yes. However, I apologize for my misjudgment. Good night."

She bit her lip softly, then called, "Wait? Where are you going, might I come with you?"

Inwardly I groaned, another youngster out to bum 'tricks of the trade,' from the older ones. "I'm planning to hunt, pause somewhere for a bit, then return to my apartment. If you wish, I suppose that you may tag along, just please, don't do anything to piss me off, for instance asking idiotic questions."

She smiled, and thanked me quietly, matching my stride, though I had her beaten in height by five or six inches (okay, so I was wearing heels). That in itself placated me somewhat, for I am short, barely 5'2" if I round up. Inspecting her more closely, I did find her form pleasing to the eye, and her voice was sweet, another thing I had missed from the company of others.

"So where do you live?" she asked, apparently trying to make conversation.

"In an apartment in town," I replied, keeping my gaze averted, as there was no doubt in my mind that she did not swing in my direction, "I'm a bit of a lone wolf, one might say."

She laughed, and ran her fingers down my arm," You don't appear as much of a wolf to me."

I found ignoring her more difficult than before, and blushed. Yes, even vampires can blush. Not replying verbally, I scanned the crowd for possibilities. At last, a man with light brown hair, and hazel eyes crossed our path, taking in our figures and mischievous smiles.

"My girlfriend and I are looking for someone to complete our little party tonight. Would you care to join?" the vampire who I came to know as Medina asked, trailing her hand down a nearby lamppost.

His eyes lit up, and replied," Why, I never thought you'd ask, and it so happens I'm free tonight." His warm eyes took on a stronger greenish tinge, and came with us. Like a sheep to the slaughter, he followed us.

As I was the only one who knew where we were going, I was in the lead, with Medina beside me, her arm lightly linked through mine. Without warning, she turned and pulled me into a searing kiss that nearly left me breathless. As we neared the complex, she continued touching me and kissing me.. I thought I was dreaming as the three of us entered my apartment. Once we finally crossed the threshold, Medina and I parted to take the guy we took off the streets, and cuff him to my bed. Therefore, he was present and able to watch, but not to touch as we gave him a bit of a show.

I found myself being coerced into a dance, wondering what she was planning exactly. However, she was not going to have all the fun. It seemed as though the scent of my perfume was affecting her in the most delightful of ways. she had turned her face towards my neck, and I felt her inhale, then shudder slightly, and she began to run her fingertips lightly down my back. I could play as well. As we danced, the music picked up in intensity, and I danced a little dirtier, making sure to brush against her as I moved toward the floor, raking my nails up her inner thigh as I returned to my original position. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could pause to stop it. If she wanted a challenge, I would most certainly give it to her.

The restrained man upon my bed was all but forgotten, as Medina and I became lost in one another. It seemed as though it were a race to see who could inflict the most damage without actually touching any obvious places. It is amazing what you can learn about your body when your senses are heightened nearly beyond control, craving more. I slowly nibbled along the side of her neck, up along her jawline, then down to her collarbone, and was abruptly brought back to face her. Medina entrapped my lips in a passion filled kiss, laced with a hint of violence. A perfect recipe for seduction.

~~

We became more intent in our actions, and I felt her quick hands up underneath my shirt, pulling it over my head. I raised an eyebrow, this could get interesting. I responded in turn, and as we resumed dancing, an added fervor was present in our movements. It was intriguing to be dancing topless with another girl, and apparently Medina found this equally so, for she brought me closer, and trailed her tongue over the flesh outlining my bra, before removing it entirely. I barely repressed a shudder before ridding her of the same bothersome garment. I decided that she was not going to have all the fun, making me appear distant, or unlikely to return favors. I slid my hands to her waist, then hips, and brought them back up grazing her ribs and the underside of her breasts as I did so. I licked lightly from her neck, to her collarbone, then teased her right nipple with my tongue and teeth. One of my hands continued to caress lower down her body, and skimmed her hip, then past her thigh, then came back up the inner side. I resumed my upwards path, softly turning slow circles around the outside of where she wanted my hands to be. My mouth soon followed the procession as had my fingers, and I licked against her, meeting her eye to eye, smiling smugly.

Her pupils had darkened, and i saw the lust, edged with anger at my actions, and I barely had time to complete my smirk before she shoved me onto the bed, nearly ripping my pants in her haste. She flicked her tongue against my breast, drawing the now taut nipple into her mouth, and raked her nails down my sides as she placed her hand between my legs. I had to restrain myself there, because her apt fingers were pressing my buttons as it might be said. One of those slim digits tugged at my panties, pulling them off of my frame. 'Okay," I thought, 'I'm not going to be the only one naked here.' Thus, I set to working a hand beneath her skirt, realizing that she wore nothing beyond that. I abruptly flipped her over, and asked quietly,

"Forget something?" as I slipped two fingers inside of her.

Medina's eyes widened, a wordless sigh escaped from her soft pink lips. After a bit, she rocked her hips against my hand, pushing me to move faster. I smiled, and nibbled down her stomach while obliging her, my slim fingers moving at a quicker pace. She was wet, I laughed under my breath, then casually brought my tongue over the top of her clitoris. She moaned a little louder, and motioned for me to stop. 'Okay,' I thought.. Guess she wants to kill him now?

Needless to say, that wasn't what she was thinking. She rolled me onto my side, and repositioned herself so that we were lying in opposite directions. 'Oh,' it clicked as she spread my thighs and began to return the favor. The poor guy on my bed must have been going crazy.. He was handcuffed, watching two (apparently) hot girls (I don't consider myself to be, but to each their own) first making out, and now in a sexual sixty-nine. I could feel her fangs along the inside of my thighs, and I nearly whimpered, therefore, I decided to make it worth her while. I then brought her clit within my teeth,continuing to tongue her, and added another finger inside of her, more or less fucking her. I grinned internally when her breathing began to hitch, and her hips to rock once more against me. I ran a free hand over her hyper sensitive skin, and gently nipped her, bringing her to a full pitched scream.

I must admit, though she was orgasming at the moment, she continued to touch me, ever increasing her speed and force until I found myself in nearly the same boat, biting back the moans until they forced themselves out anyway. Yet we pushed the other for more.

Eventually, our bodies slowed from the assault they had been given, and we were now able to turn our attentions to the confined man. Medina slashed through his clothes like water, while I preoccupied him with kisses and strokes. She soon had his pants off, and his excitement was evident. 'Hmmm. not bad,' I acknowledged, tracing my nails over the tender flesh. He jumped, and writhed under our ministrations.

Medina noticed what I was about to do, and distracted him with a flick of the tongue over his shaft. I smiled, and nibbled at his jawline, then around the side to his neck. Initially, I bit down lightly, so that he barely felt a thing, however, blood lust is something that cannot be held back long. The scent reached Medina's senses shortly thereafter, and she quickly put her mouth to better use at his neck as well, allowing her hands to finish the job. His body shook with the force of his release, and at the point of which, we let him feel the extent of a vampire's strength, female or no.

Once through, we licked our lips, it's rude to talk with your mouth full after all.

"You missed a spot," she said, leaning towards me, darting her tongue at the corner of my mouth, then caught my lower lip between her teeth. I would have chided her jokingly for not having been upfront, but I found it a little difficult to speak at the time.

She slowly kissed me, then nipped into my bottom lip. 'Oh god!' it had been a long while since I'd been bitten, so I allowed her to nip, as long as she didn't mind me reciprocating.

I might mention, that to a vampire, blood is an extremely powerful aphrodisiac, and that this was affecting the both of us yet again. I probably don't have to explain what happened next, but for the hell of I will. Yes, we ended up going at each other again, this time far less hurried, and already quenched.

A low growl escaped my lips, and Medina asked what was wrong. I answered, " The sun is about to rise."

"Yes, so? That happens every day Cystine."

I rolled my eyes, "I know that.. But, what are we going to do with the body?"



The Taste of Rae:  Who Knew? Part 2



She was laying on her back across the bed, arms above her head so that her breasts were blatantly on display, and her legs were carelessly resting wide apart with his warm hand cupping her wet, plump pussy. 

“You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he said huskily. He couldn’t believe she had come while giving him head. In all their years together he couldn’t remember wanting to make her scream out her pleasure as much as he did at this moment. 

He leaned over the bed, his entire body resting on top of hers. He kissed her again and could still taste himself on her lips. It made him moan as he broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear. 

“Angel, I’m going to make you come like you never have before.” 

He heard her breath hitch as he rolled off of her and started lightly stroking her face, her shoulders, down her throat to her breasts. He used his fingertips to trace all around each breast in narrowing circles, watching as her nipples hardened in anticipation. Goosebumps broke out all over her body and she shivered. He stopped his caressing and she moaned in disapproval. 

“Patience darling, it will be worth the wait.” He chuckled as he moved to sit between her legs, her thighs resting on either side of his hips. The lips of her pussy were spread wide open to him, glistening with her cum. His cock twitched as he deeply inhaled her scent. It was enticing, lusciously and irresistibly enticing. He stared down the length of her thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her body. 

“Keep your arms above your head and your eyes closed.” 

He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them softy. He grazed his thumbs over her nipples. He could sense her struggling to stifle her moans. He lightly pinched her nipples. 

“You will not hold back from me little girl. Let me hear your moans.” 

He pinched her nipples harder as he pulled them up and away from her body. She moaned low in her throat and arched herself toward his hands. He released her breasts and watched them jiggle as they settled against her body. 

“You know you have to be punished for holding back from me.” She tensed in anticipation and he watched her fight not to open her eyes. He knew how hard giving up control was to her, but he also knew that she needed him to take it from her on certain occasions. This was one of them. 

“Your body is mine to control. You have no right to resist either me, or my desire. Do you understand?” Before she could respond he lightly slapped the outside of each breast. She gasped more from surprise than from pain. 

“I said do you understand?” Another series of light slaps on the undersides of her breasts caused her to moan.

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Yes, you understand what little one?” He knew she was still fighting for control so he placed two quick slaps on each nipple. He could feel the hard little nubs as they hit the pads of his fingers. 

“I’m yours to do with as you wish, Michael.” There it was. The name she used only when she was ready to submit to him completely—Michael. She arched her back looking for more contact with his hands. He grabbed her nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefingers, eliciting a moan. He released them and began stroking his way down her body. 

“Very good angel.” His hands traveled over her mound to the inside of her thighs. He pushed her thighs further apart and looked down at her pussy. God, she was so wet. He took his thumbs and brushed them over her lips using pressure to slightly part them. Her breathing deepened and she began to involuntarily move her hips as he stroked her. 

“Does my little slut like me touching her pussy?” 

“Ummm, yes it feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded. 

When she begged him to continue he used both hands and pulled on her labia, opening her up so that he could see her entirely. He took his thumbs and firmly stroked her from the bottom of her clit to her hole, his fingers gliding easily because of her arousal. She was so wet that his thumbs were dipping into her hole when he hit the bottom of each stroke. Her hips were moving insistently now and she was continually moaning. She was on the verge of coming when with one final stroke he pulled his hands away from her. 

“Not yet angel. You will come on my mouth and not a moment before I tell you that you may.” She groaned in frustration as she felt him move away from her. 

“Lift up your hips.” She did and he placed two pillows under her ass, elevating her pussy into the perfect position for him. Before he moved back down the bed, he bent over and gave each of her nipples a kiss, suck, and nip—just enough to make her want more. A grin broke across his face when he noticed her struggle to keep from grabbing his head and holding him to her breast. Yes, she was getting to the point where she would do anything in order to satisfy her lust. He finally settled between her legs and placed his hands on her thighs. He used his thumbs to open her cunt and blew on her exposed clit. 

“Oh my god…”

“You may play with your tits while I eat you, Angel. And remember, don’t you dare hold back from me, or I may not let you come at all.” 

When she lowered her hands to her breasts and started pinching her nipples, he leaned in and showered her cunt with wet open-mouthed kisses, lightly brushing his tongue against her steamy flesh. She tasted earthy, creamy, and slightly tangy – the taste of Rae. He craved it like a drowning man craves oxygen. 

He placed a hand firmly on her pubic bone to control the movement of her hips as he proceeded to play with her pussy lips. Each time he took one into his mouth he would nibble and suck on it, causing loud moans to escape from her. The more he sucked, the more her pussy opened up, seemingly returning his wet kisses as the moisture started to flow out of her. She was fighting to move her hips and force him to touch her aching clit. 

“Are you getting impatient again little one? “ he asked as he used his hand to spread her open and expose her fully to him. He pulled his head back when she began whimpering and saw her furiously kneading her breasts. 

“I can’t hear you, love,” he said as he gently tapped on her clit with the tips of his fingers, increasing the speed and pressure of his touch as he waited for her response. 

“Please Michael,” she gasped. 

He started a firm circular motion on her clit, denying her the pleasure of his tongue until he heard her moan loudly. Satisfied that he had made his point, he finally returned to his place between her legs and with a flat tongue licked the entire length of her. When he reached her clit he swirled his tongue around it and gave it a gentle suck. 

“Yesss, “she hissed. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” 

He licked her slowly again and again, stiffening his tongue, dipping into her hole and finishing by sucking her clit. With each downward movement, he would suck her juices into his mouth, drinking her arousal. Her moans were getting louder and more desperate. He knew she was building to a massive orgasm so he took one knuckle and gently massaged the outer rim of her hole, only slightly inserting and rotating it. After his knuckle was soaked, he inserted one finger and began slowly fucking her with it as he latched onto her clit and began sucking. 

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. 

His finger was gliding in and out of her easily so he added another and increased the depth and force of his thrusts. Her hips were moving constantly and her breathing was shallow and quick. 

He curled his fingers inside her and sought out her g-spot. It was swollen and he could feel it get larger as he alternately stroked and tapped on it. “Oh,” she moaned loudly, “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He reluctantly stopped sucking her clit and looked at her. She had stopped tweaking her nipples and was now gripping the sheets as she struggled to hold her orgasm at bay. 

“Not yet angel. I want you to lift yourself up on your elbows and look at what I am doing to you. You will look into my eyes as I make you come.” He never stopped stroking her as she raised herself to get a better view. 

He leaned his head down again and latched onto her clit once more. He looked up at her and could see the lust shining in her eyes. His fingers began a more persistent rhythm as he gently took her clit between his teeth and lightly bit down, lashing his tongue against the quivering little bud. Her hips jerked upward and he had to fight to keep his mouth attached to her pussy. 

“Ahhh…Please, I have to come, please let me come…”

He was watching her face contort as she neared her orgasm. Her hair was plastered against her face, a fine sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Her breasts rose and fell at a rapid rate. She looked beautiful and sexy and absolutely wanton. He moaned as he thought about her finally releasing her cream into his waiting mouth. The vibration caused her to catch her breath as a deep growl erupted from her throat. 

He added another finger to the stroking and tapping he was performing on her g-spot. His teeth once again clasped her clit as he sucked on her furiously. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed her nipple. He pinched it firmly as he increased the suction on her clit and the fiercely rhythmic prodding of his fingers. 

“NOW angel, come for me,” he growled against her cunt. 

Upon hearing the words, she finally allowed herself to fall into the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed her have. He felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers and her clit throb in his mouth. Her body went rigid with one final upward thrust of her hips and seemed to vibrate as she looked directly into his eyes and screamed. The world fell away and the only things that mattered were her pussy, his tongue, and his fingers. 

He could feel the contractions of her pussy and continued to stroke her. He alternated between sucking on her clit and lashing it with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. She finally collapsed against the bed and was still moaning low in her throat as he slowly started to kiss her pussy and lap up her juices. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste of Rae, his angel. It was more sensual and intoxicating than the finest wine in the world. 

He finally moved up to lie next to her on the bed, his hand cupping her pussy gently. He placed kisses on her breasts and neck as he moved to look directly into her face. There were tears in her eyes and she looked up at with him with such love in her eyes that he felt humbled. He bent down to kiss her deeply and could feel her tongue trace his lips as she sought to taste herself on him. 

“You pleased me greatly, angel. Now rest because we have two months to make up for and you will need your strength.” He gathered her in his arms and smiled when he heard her purr as she snuggled into his side. He closed his eyes and held her close knowing that this was where he was meant to be.



The Taste of Revenge



His ex enjoys using Tim's mouth to clean herself after sex and he finds he can't resist.

Tim drained the last of his beer as he leant against the bar trying to ignore the raucous female laughter that was coming from one corner of the room. A particularly piercing shriek caused him to glance over only to see Jenny and her friends huddled together at one of the tables. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but from the giggling they found it very entertaining. He hurriedly looked away.

"Just forget about her." James said. "It's been weeks since you broke up, don't let her cramp your style. How about another beer?" 

Tim forced a grin on to his face and signaled to the barman. If Jenny could enjoy herself, why shouldn't he? Like James said, it was ancient history anyway. Time he stopped feeling guilty.

He was half way through his second beer and eyeing a cute blonde sitting down the bar from him when somebody squeezed his ass. He hastily put down his glass, his body tensing at the unexpected assault. Turning his head, he was surprised to find Jenny standing right behind him. His ex-girlfriend giggled tipsily.

"Hi." She slurred. Her eyes seemed a little unfocussed and Tim wondered just how many drinks she had had tonight.

"Hey Jen." He responded in a half-hearted fashion. There was nothing good that could come out of a public conversation with a drunken ex-girlfriend.

"Is it me or is it hot in here?" She leant in towards him, pressing her chest against his back. Tim frowned, what was she up to? Her hand squeezed his ass again and he jumped in surprise.

"I was sitting over there," She nodded towards her friends who were glaring at him. "And I couldn't help remembering what a nice butt you have." She giggled again, her hand still cupping his ass.

Tim licked his lips, trying to think of the best way to respond. Jenny was obviously very drunk. He should extract himself from this before things got really ugly. But her hand squeezing him was bringing back some very pleasant memories.

"You know..." She brought her lips close to his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm feeling sooo horny tonight."

Her words struck him like a bolt of electricity, his cock tingled. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his back. While they were together Jenny was a "good girl", unless she got drunk. And she was very drunk right now.

"I have a new boyfriend you know." Jenny continued her whispering. Tim snorted, so this was just a tease then, just her way of rubbing it in his face. "But he's out of town."

Her hand slipped down from his ass and between his legs, cupping his crotch. Tim stifled a groan. He glanced nervously over at James, but his friend was carefully ignoring the whole scene and seemed much more interested in trying to get the attention of the brunette next to him. Tim moved his legs slightly apart as Jenny's hand squeezed his cock through his jeans.

"I'm not the only one who's horny am I?" Jenny giggled in his ear, giving him another squeeze before removing her hand. "How about we make a deal?"

"A deal?" He asked, his voice sounding hoarse to his ears. Things with Jenny had ended badly and now there was a new boyfriend who certainly wouldn't be happy if he heard about this. Not to mention she would regret it in the morning.

"I'll lick you if you'll lick me. What do you say?" Jenny pressed her whole body against him, reminding him how good she felt. Her words sent thrills through his body. He looked past Jenny to where her friends were watching. The looks they shot him were beyond hostile. This was a mistake.

*****

Jenny couldn't keep her hands off him on the way back to his apartment. She groped, stroked and squeezed, driving him crazy with lust. He could barely keep his focus on the drive. When he reached home he struggled to unlock his apartment door through the haze of his excitement. Jenny was no help, giggling and unzipping him as he stood in the hallway.

Finally he managed to get inside and headed straight for the bedroom, hastily shrugging off his clothes. All he wanted to do was slam his cock into Jenny repeatedly until he came. Jenny shoved Tim backwards onto the bed and crawled on top of him clad only in her underwear.

Tim ogled her lush body, as she turned around, wiggling her panty clad ass at him. He reached up and hurriedly grabbed her panties pulling them down to expose her pussy. Her hand grasped his cock, slowly stroking it as she pushed back towards him.

"Lick me!" She hissed, wiggling her ass in Tim's face, her cool hand teasing his cock, stroking him ever so slowly.

Tim obeyed eagerly, craning his head up towards her he ran his tongue over along the lips of her cunt. Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the motion, making her squirm. Her hand moved slowly up and down his cock.

"Mmmm... you always were such a good pussy licker." Jenny giggled, sitting up further and pressing herself down on his face. "If you weren't such a bastard, you'd still be getting this every night."

Tim ignored Jenny's taunts; his moans muffled as she leant back and rode his face. His tongue pushed into her cunt, tasting her juices. Her hand continued to tease his cock making him writhe beneath her.

"Faster." Her tone was commanding, almost angry, but he was far too excited to pay attention to that.

He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at her pussy as she pressed down on him, rubbing her slick sex against his face. Tim struggled to breathe as she rode his face, his tongue working deeper into her cunt, sucking her juices into his mouth. As her excitement grew she pressed harder against him, making him feel as though he was almost suffocating. Her hand squeezing and stroking his cock spurred him on, making him lick faster. Finally she gasped, sitting up, her whole weight pressing down on him as she shuddered and came.

"So damn good." Jenny murmured, leaning forward, raising herself off him for a moment. Tim gasped in relief as the pressure eased on his face. His moan turned into a gasp as the hot, wet, tip of Jenny's tongue caressed his swollen prick. His cock twitched and he thrust his hips eager to slide into her mouth.

"First you lick me, and then I lick you." Jenny giggled leaning back out of range, her hand still squeezing and stroking his cock. "That was the deal." Tim thrust his hips upward again, but Jenny swayed backwards, sitting herself on his face again, holding him down.

"Uh, uh, uh!" She teased. "I said lick and that's what I'm doing." Again her tongue circled his cock head, making him shiver and again she slipped out of range leaving him frustrated. "If you want me to suck, we'll have to come up with a new deal."

Tim struggled angrily, trying to throw the cock teasing bitch off his body. He would show her not to play games with him. He gasped in pain, his body going rigid as Jenny dug her nails into his cock.

"Better." Jenny hissed. "I can leave you to your hand any time I want. You're the one who needs something now." Again her hand squeezed his swollen shaft, jacking him slowly. Tim groaned in frustration. She was right of course. He had given away his advantage by helping her to cum first.

"Now, where was I?" Jenny licked him again. "Oh yes, a new deal. You want me to suck you?" Her teeth grazed the head of his cock and he whimpered. "I bet you want me to swallow too don't you? You loved that didn't you, when I sucked your cum and swallowed it?" Tim moaned, pinned helplessly beneath her as she toyed with him.

"So here's the new deal. If I have to taste it so do you." Jenny laughed. "How bad do you want it?" She knelt up, giving him an opportunity to respond, her hand still jacking his cock so slowly, keeping him on edge.

"Yes." Tim gasped. 

"Yes what Timmy?" Jenny giggled, obviously enjoying the power she had over him. "Tell me what you'll do."

"Yes... I'll swallow my cum." Tim burned with humiliation as she drew the words out of him. His cock was throbbing painfully in her hand, demanding release. Jenny laughed derisively, reminding Tim again that she was still angry with him. But the thought was lost as she leant forward sliding her lips over his cock head.

Tim groaned his muscles tensing as his cock slid deeper into Jenny's wet mouth. Her hand continued to work the base of his cock as she swirled her tongue round the head. He shuddered, struggling to hold back. Jenny was an expert at this and when she put her mind to it he had never been able to resist.

It was over in moment. Even the alcohol didn't seem to slow things down. Jenny's head bobbed up and down as her tongue teased his cock head. She knew exactly what to do to get him to react. With a cry he thrust upwards, spurting cum into her waiting mouth.

Jenny didn't even pause, sliding off him and kneeling on the floor next to the bed she turned to look at him as he lay gasping on the bed, his face covered in her dried juices. Leaning over him, she touched her lips to his kissing him. He reacted instinctively, kissing her back. Before he realized what was happening she thrust her tongue forward, forcing his cum into his mouth. As she pulled away strings of cum still clung to her lips.

Jenny raised her arm to her mouth, wiping the cum from her lips before gathering up her clothes. Tim lay on the bed, still panting, and watched her as she got dressed, ignoring him completely. He almost opened his mouth to say something to her, but with his arousal fading shame was building inside him, silencing him.

Jenny didn't so much as glance at him as she walked out of the door.

*****

"Did you like how it tasted?"

Tim felt his hands start to sweat as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. If the question didn't make it obvious enough, Jenny's voice was unmistakable.

"Did you like the taste of your cum?" Her voice sounded slurred again. Tuesday was an odd night for her to be partying he thought idly as he tried to come up with a response.

"I'm horny." She said abruptly, without waiting for his answer.

"Call your boyfriend." Tim snapped, embarrassment making him angry. Jenny just laughed.

"I did, he just left. I'm still horny." Despite himself, Tim felt his cock stir in response to her words.

"Guess he can't satisfy you huh?" He snarled. "You weren't horny when you left here the other night." Jenny's casual departure still gnawed at his gut. Part of him felt used by the way she had treated him.

"My pussy needs licked." Jenny purred. "Hurry up. If you take to long I might not let you cum this time."

Tim slammed the phone down. Did the bitch really thing he would just run over to her after the way she had treated him. He tried not to think of how she must look so soon after her boyfriend had fucked her.

Fucked her and left her unsatisfied. She had never complained about that when she was with him. His cock was rock hard again.

*****

It wasn't Jenny who opened the apartment door. It was her roommate Patricia. The hostile glare he received made him want to hunch his shoulders and slink away, but he forced himself to meet her angry stare and after a brief pause she stepped aside to let him in.

"She's in her room." Patricia said coldly. Tim nodded, he could feel his cheeks flushing with embarrassment that she clearly knew why he was here. Without saying a word, he walked towards Jenny's bedroom. It had been a while since the last time he had been here, but nothing seemed to have changed.

Jenny's other roommate, Ellen, glanced up at him from the sofa as he walked past. She didn't seem angry as her gaze swept him, pausing briefly at the bulge in his crotch. When her eyes met his there was a calculating look on her face. Tim ducked his head, unable to face her and walked the rest of the way to Jenny's bedroom, hurriedly knocking on the door.

"Come in." Jenny's muffled voice was all the invitation he needed. Eager to get away from his audience, Tim opened the door and stepped inside. The lighting was dim and he paused near the door as his eyes took a moment to adjust.

"Shut the door stud, this is a private party." Jenny giggled, in between sips from a can of beer that dangled from one of her hands. Tim hastily shut the door behind him, his eyes taking in the sight of her lying completely naked on her bed.

"Took you long enough to get here." She slurred, taking another gulp of beer. Tim's couldn't look away, his eyes taking in every inch of her nudity. He noticed the red marks on her breasts where her lover's fingers hand squeezed her. Jenny smirked, slowly parting her legs to expose her sex. Tim took a step forward, staring at her glistening, cunt lips.

"Like what you see?" Jenny teased, spreading her legs even wider. "Take a closer look."

Tim crawled onto the bed between her legs, unable to look away. He licked his lips and swallowed. Jenny's cunt was swollen and pink. It looked...

"Oh yeah he fucked me good." Jenny took another swig of beer. "But he didn't have time for seconds. Busy man, had to catch a flight."

Tim gazed at her exposed sex with a mixture of hunger and disgust. Surely she couldn't expect him to lick her used cunt? Could she?

"Don't worry, I'm clean. He used a rubber." Jenny slurred, waving her free hand towards the other end of the bed. Tim followed her motion and saw the discarded condom lying on the sheets. When he turned back she was watching him with a smirk on her face. As though she knew what he was thinking.

"If you're not careful you're going to split your pants." She giggled, amused at her own joke before tipping the rest of the beer into her mouth and casually dropped the can on the floor. Tim wondered briefly how many beers she had had. The thought was quickly pushed from his mind as she reached out a foot and ran her toes over his crotch, pressing against his stiff cock.

He leant closer, inhaling her aroma. She smelled of sex. Of fucking. Could he smell her boyfriend on her? He wasn't sure. Jenny grabbed his head impatiently, pulling him forcefully to her crotch. His instincts took over and he began to lick and suck at her juicy cunt.

"That's it. Lick my pussy you bastard." Jenny spat, her nails digging into his scalp as she held him against her pussy. If anything she was even angrier, even more aggressive than before.

Tim's cock throbbed painfully, pressing against the material of his pants as he obeyed Jenny's commands, licking and sucking his ex-girlfriend's freshly fucked cunt. She bucked her hips, pushing against him, her breath coming in ragged pants as he tongued her pussy. 

She held him against her crotch with unexpected strength and his head screamed in pain as her nails dug deeper into his scalp. Tim's tongue thrust and wiggled in her wet sex, his lips and face coated with her juices. She came with a piercing squeal and he wondered what her roommates were thinking now as she slowly relaxed back on the bed, her legs splayed open.

He pulled his head free of her grip and angrily unzipped his pants, tugging them down, eager to put the bitch in her place. Her boyfriend might have left her unsatisfied, but he was going to fuck her until she begged.

"Oh no!" Jenny shook her head, staring up his stiff cock with lust glazed eyes. "I told you the other night. No fucking, only licking. I will make another deal though." An evil smile crept onto her face. Tim shivered nervously, listening.

"If you put on a rubber then I'll suck you." Jenny waved a foil packed in front of his face. Tim grabbed the packet out of her fingers and ripped it open. Jenny laughed at his eagerness as he worked the sheath over his swollen shaft. "Perhaps it'll help you last a little longer." She mocked.

Reaching up, Jenny pulled Tim down onto the bed, rolling over on top of him. Her tongue swirled around his cock head, teasing him. He groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes and relaxing back on the bed, enjoying the sensations.

"You know you're problem." Jenny's voice whispered in his ear as her hand jacked his shaft up and down. Tim opened his eyes to look at her. There was something scary in the look on her face. "You let your cock do the thinking." She laughed again, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of his cock just below the condom, making him gasp.

Before Tim had a chance to respond, she returned her attention to his cock, ducking her head and slowly taking him in her mouth. He groaned in pleasure, even with the condom on he was already struggling to hold back. She was so fucking good at this and she'd been teasing him for so long already. Just as his cock was starting to throb and twitch, she pulled back again, staring down at him, her face twisted in a snarl.

"Just so you know. If you cum, I'm going to rip the condom open and smear it all over your face." She spat. "Your choice, you can leave any time." Without pausing she slid his cock back into her mouth, making him shudder and gasp.

Tim blinked, trying to focus on what she had just said. She was just fucking with him surely. Just acting out on her anger at him. Jenny's teeth grazed the head of his cock and his whole body tensed at the sensations shooting through him. He felt her laughing and the vibrations were almost unbearable. His cock throbbed desperately as her mouth moved up and down his cock.

He lost control again. One moment he was struggling to hold back, the next it was too late. With a moan he thrust his hips upwards, trying to bury himself in her mouth as cum spurted into the thin rubber sheath. He closed his eyes as his vision blurred, writhing beneath her as she drained him expertly. Part of his mind warned him that he needed to move. He had to grab her, but it felt like his muscles had turned to water. He blinked and opened his eyes, trying to focus himself.

Jenny's hand was right in front of his face; he felt her teeth nip at his cock, forcing him to stay still. He stared up at the used condom in her hand. But he could still feel his condom in place. His fuzzy brain noted calmly that the condom was ripped open. A drop of cold sperm splashed on his cheek as she lowered the condom and rubbed it over his face, coating his nose, mouth and cheeks with cum.

With a shudder of horror, Tim remembered the discarded rubber that Jenny's boyfriend had left on the bed. Jenny let go of his cock and stepped away from the bed laughing maliciously.

"You always think with your cock." She sneered. "Now dress and get the fuck out!"

Tim scrambled to his feet glaring at her in fury. He raised his arm to wipe his face clean.

"Leave it." She snapped, "If you wipe it off I'll make sure all your friends hear about this. Do you really want them to know that you let me wipe another guy's cum on your face huh fucker?"

Tim stepped back, overpowered by her obvious rage. He couldn't believe how much he had underestimated her anger.

"Dress and get out now." She repeated coldly. "Walk past my friends with cum on your face. I want them to see what you are." Suddenly she didn't sound very drunk at all. It was as though her rage had burned all the alcohol from her system.

Tim found himself suddenly scared. Grabbing his pants, he hurriedly pulled them on as she stood watching him. She made no effort to either clothe or hide herself, simply standing there naked, staring at him, and daring him to fight back. The cum on his face was getting sticky as it dried and he itched to wipe himself clean, but he had no doubt she would make good on her threat if he did.

Yanking the bedroom door open he stalked out, ducking his head down and making straight for the front door. Patricia and Ellen both looked up from where they were sitting as he came out of the bedroom. He felt his cheeks heat up with humiliation as they stared at his cum coated face. Patricia chuckled, taking an obvious delight in his embarrassment. Ellen just stared at him with a puzzled expression on her face. 




The Taste of Revenge



I didn't actually want to do it, but the need for revenge was so sharp. Robert had left me for an eighteen year old after twenty-three years of marriage, making me feel like a worthless used up old hag. I had no choice, I had to make him suffer the way he had me.

He told me he was in love with her and I knew he wasn't lying because when he talked about this 'Jennifer' he had the same dreamy look in his eyes that he used to have when we first met. Well, I'd show him. I'd make him know what it felt like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and stamped on right in front of your face, and if I had to do something a little out of my comfort zone to do that, then the means more than justified the ends.

So, here I was, a fort-four year old plying a teenager with drink while sticking to soft ones myself, and trying not to think about all the things I needed to do to make her sorry for what she and Robert had done to me...except she was so beautiful, and so easy to talk to...and...

'Can I please stay at your place, Emma? I can't go home drunk, Robert hates me when I'm drunk.' Of course I agreed immediately, I knew how much Robert hated drink. His father had been a violent alcoholic and he hadn't allowed one drop of alcohol to pass my lips for the whole of our marriage. Twenty minutes later we were sat on my sofa, the same sofa I used to sit on with Robert, be kissed by on by Robert, to be royally screwed on by Robert, but Jennifer didn't know that. Perhaps I would tell her in the morning...

'I'm so glad we met,' Jennifer gushed in full drunk 'your my best friend, you are' mode, 'you listen to me. I like having you as a friend.' She lent over to plant a sloppy kiss on my cheek and placed a hand high up my thigh as she did so a funny and unexpected thing happened between my legs. I started to tingle. I shook my head to try and rid myself of the sensation but it stayed, so I ignored it and went to phase two of my plan.

I took her upstairs to my, sorry, mine and Robert's bedroom and stripped her down to her black, silken underwear. I wasn't a lesbian, but God, she looked good. I noticed the tingle again, stronger this time and harder to ignore. Was I actually getting turned on by this whore who had ruined my life? No of course not, I reasoned, I was just getting carried away with the plan. Lost in the moment, as it were, but still...

She fell onto the bed and I rolled her over on to her front. I qickly ran to the corner of the room and switched on the waiting hidden camera, getting ready to move onto phase three.

'Do you want me to give you a massage, to help you sleep?' It was a perfectly reasonable request for someone who was just a 'friend' to make.

'Mmmm...'she moaned, so I stipped down to my own underwear, got on the bed and straddled her. The tingling strengthened as my crotch made contact with the small of her back and it slowly dawned on me that I was becoming sexually aroused.

Now this wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was to seduce the bitch my husband had discarded me for and send an e-mail of the film to all his co-workers with a short attatched note declaring how easy a slut she was. I wasn't supposed to like what I was doing, I just wanted to hurt him!

And anyway, Robert had never been able to make me feel as excited as this in all our time together, so how come she did? I didn't want to examine my feelings, I just wanted to get this over with, so I placed the palms of my hands on her smooth back and began to carress them gently across the surface.

'Mmmm...feels good,' she moaned, and I felt the first droplet of moisture leak from me.

'How about this?' I asked as I unclasped her bra and moved my hands down her sides and underneath her breasts.

'Yes,' she murmmered. I encountered her hard nipples and a thrill shot through my body.

'Do you like that, Jennifer? Do you like me feeling your titties?' I wanted to describe everything I was doing to her on film, just in case Robert couldn't quite see.

'Yes, I love it,' she said, louder this time.

I took one hand out from under her, the other still squeezing the bulbous mound rhytmically, and reached behind me to slide my fingers down her crack, over her panties. She parted her legs willingly, without any encouragement and I was quite surprised to find how wet she had become in such a short space of time. And then I looked down at my own panties and realised my own pussy juices were started to come at a steady flow.

'How about now Jennifer?' I asked again. 'Do you like me rubbing your cunt?'

'Yes, I love it,' she replied. 'Do it some more.' I slipped my fingers under the soaking fabric at her crotch and not so gently stroked her velvet lips before slipping two fingers roughly into her slit.

'I'm finger-fucking you Jennifer. What do you think about that?'

'It's amazing,' she replied, now starting to gasp in pleasure.

'Have you ever been finger-fucked by a woman before Jennifer?' I demanded.

'N...no,'

'Do you want me to do more to you?'

'Yes, please Emma.

'Good.' I removed my fingers and raised myself of her body.

'Roll over for me Jennifer,' She meekly obeyed. 'Good girl. Now undress us both completely.'

When we were both naked we sat facing each other on the bed, legs wide apart but pussies close together so my legs were lying on top of hers. She had sobered up quite a bit by now and with no encouragment from me, we had begun to mutual masturbate each other...and I was so fucking turned-on! No man had ever made me feel this good! I wanted to cum, to make Robert see us do this to each other, to show him how he could make a woman feel if he wasn't such a selfish lover (I knew from previous conversations with Jennifer that he didn't satisfy her either), but what I really wanted right now, at this very moment, was to feel my pussy full in a way it had never been before. Jennifer and I both had three fingers inside each other's sopping wet holes, but I wanted more.

'Copy me Jennifer,' I said between moans, placing my forth finger and then my thumb into her love canal. She did the same to me and I felt the pain of my pussy as it stretched, but I didn't stop her. I pushed further into her and she pushed further into me until our hands both dissapeared into soft, yielding flesh. We both began to twist our fists and...unnghhh!!! My orgasm exploded through my body and as I arched my back in ectasy. Moments later Jennifer came with sticky sweetness all over my wrist. I watched her young, lithe body buck and shake as hockwave after shockwave crashed over me. I knew I would crave that stuffed feeling again and again from now on.

We pulled our hands out and I immediately fell on her and began to kiss her passionately, eager not to break the spell and just as eager to prolong this unexpected heaven. I pushed my tongue into her waiting mouth, licking and tasting every curve inside, wanting her to become excited again.

'I'm going to taste your pussy next Jennifer. Would you like that, would you like me to eat you?' She just nodded eagerly, unable to speak.

I spun so I was lying on top of her, head to toe. I spread my legs over her face and she lifted her head and began to lick my sore pussy lips. My engorged clit was being sucked into her mouth before I even lowered my head to find hers. This time the release was slower, but just as devastating, and I realised what I had a unleashed in myself. A lesbian. A pussy-loving, clit-licking lesbian. I didn't want cock in my mouth anymore, I just wanted pussy. Hot, juicy, sexy pussy. And I wanted it all the time.

I had started this thing to hurt the people who had hurt me, and indeed when I sent out the e-mails that was exactly what I did do, but in the end I had liberated myself and discovered that the taste of revenge was indeed sweet, as sweet as pussy...



The Taste of Revenge



Unable to think of anything to say, he fled.

*****

It was two long weeks before he saw Jenny again. Two weeks during which he tried to wipe the memory of what she had done to him from his brain with a combination of alcohol and sleep. The solution was obvious. He should get out, find a girl and fuck her brains out. Simple. But every time he thought about it, he found himself remembering Jenny as she had bucked and ridden his tongue to orgasm. As she smeared cum on his face. The look of anger on her face as she had told him what she was going to do, all the time teasing and toying with his swollen shaft.

And instead of going out and finding a girl, instead he slumped in his chair and jerked his cock to memories of how she had humiliated him.

It was the same routine that he was following late that Thursday when somebody rang the doorbell. Cursing, he hurriedly wrapped his bathrobe around his body, hoping that the folds of the material would hide his erection. A quick peak through the spy hole revealed a hauntingly familiar face. His heart started to pound in his chest. He should walk away now. Jenny was holding a grudge against him. She had used and humiliated him. He pulled the door open a crack.

"Took your time." Jenny snapped. Tim stared at her in confusion. He still didn't know how to deal with her anger. He knew she had reason to be angry, but faced with it, he found himself helpless.

"Well? Are you going to let me in?" She asked, tapping her foot impatiently. Tim swung the door wider and stepped aside, reacting to her implied command without thinking. Jenny slipped past him, her hips grazing his crotch. Tim closed the door and turned to face her, trying to get a grip on his thoughts. Why had he let her in? Why was he letting her run his life like this?

Jenny shrugged her jacket off and draped it over the arm of his sofa. Turning back to him her eyes swept over him, making him feel like she could see inside him. He licked his lips nervously. The short, black dress she was wearing clung to her curves. She looked so damn hot.

"Did I interrupt something? It felt like I did." Jenny smirked, glancing at his crotch. Tim pulled the robe tighter around himself, but that only made the bulge more obvious.

"What do you want Jenny?" He rasped, finding himself suddenly hoarse.

"I just finished a date with my boyfriend and I was in the area. What were you doing?" The tone of her voice made it clear she knew exactly what he had been doing. Tim flushed bright red and bit his lip, saying nothing.

"Were you taking your hand on a date?" She mocked. "I hear it puts out a lot. What do you think about? Licking me? Tasting me? Tasting his cum?" She laughed.

"No." Tim muttered a hurried denial, but Jenny just stared at him in disbelief. Fortunately she didn't pursue it. It was as though she could see when he was lying.

"Do you want to see what I got up to tonight?" Her tone switched in an instant, becoming playful and teasing. Tim kept his mouth shut, not trusting himself to say anything. He had a bad feeling about where this was going, but his mind was so foggy. He had been so close when she had interrupted him and all he wanted to do was stroke his cock.

"Well?" Jenny toyed with the hem of her dress, inching it up her thighs.

"Yes." Tim whispered staring at the exposed flesh, arousal winning out over logic. Jenny laughed triumphantly.

"You're so fucking predictable Tim." She sneered, pulling her dress higher, exposing her pussy to him. "Once your cock gets hard you'll do just about anything to cum won't you?" Tim swallowed, biting his lip again as he gazed at her glistening pussy.

"Did I say I had a date tonight? I was wearing panties when it started." Jenny smirked. "He fucked me again. Twice. Why don't you take a closer look?" Tim took one hesitant step forward.

"Crawl." Jenny hissed, one hand gently caressing her sex lips, teasing him. "If you want to get a good look you'll need to get down to the right level."

Tim wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow he was on his hands and knees, crawling towards his ex-girlfriend. Jenny laughed.

"Can't help yourself can you?" She spat as he knelt at her feet, staring at her heavily fucked cunt. Something white and viscous oozed from her pussy lips as she slipped a finger inside herself.

"He didn't like using a rubber and I just couldn't say no. A bit like you." Jenny sneered staring down at him. Tim shuddered, feeling her contempt like a physical blow. "Want a taste? Have you missed it?" She reached forward and ran her cum coated finger over his lips. Tim moaned and she laughed again as she slipped her booted foot between the folds of his robe and ran it against his hard cock.

"Oh I think you do don't you? Did he taste good? There's plenty more!" Tim shuddered, closing his eyes, feeling things spin completely out of his control. Jenny grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face against her crotch.

"Lick me you bastard." She spat. Tim gasped, inhaling the mixed scents of her excitement and her boyfriend's residue. His cock throbbed and twitched as his body reacted instinctively to the smell of sex. Jenny held him pressed against her crotch, obviously reveling in her control over him.

"Clean me you fucking bitch." She hissed. "Lick my pussy clean." Tim gave in to his body's urges, his tongue lapping at her cunt, causing her to gasp and writhe against him.

"That's it." She sneered. "Suck all the cum out." Tim shuddered in humiliation at what he was doing, but somehow he couldn't stop. Just like the last two times his cock was painfully hard and all he could think of was to keep tonguing her as she debased him.

"Remember when you used to get to fuck it?" Jenny's voice sounded throaty with excitement as he pressed his tongue deeper into her cunt, shuddering in disgust at the bitter taste of cum entering his mouth. Her words hammered at his consciousness, driving him on as the broke him down.

"Not any more." Jenny moaned her nails digging into his head, thrusting her hips against his face as his tongue wiggled inside her. "You couldn't keep your cock in your pants and now look at you. Licking up my lover's cum." The last was a drawn out moan.

Tim pressed even harder against her, thrusting his tongue into her like a mini-cock, sucking and licking. Swallowing her boyfriends cum while his hard cock screamed for attention. Jenny gasped and shuddered, riding his face. Her whole body went ridged as she climaxed. Tim slowed his pace, his tired tongue working to catch all of her juices.

Jenny shoved him away contemptuously, pulling her dress back down over her thighs and calmly slipping her jacket back on. Tim stared up at her in desperation, ready to plead for his release, for her to touch his cock. She just looked at him in disgust.

"Did you really think Patricia wouldn't tell me that you'd hit on her?" She asked. Tim slumped on the floor. It was the old argument again. The actions that she could never forgive. "You hit on my friend you selfish fucker!" Jenny screamed. "You'll have to swallow a lot more cum before I'd even think of going near that pathetic dick of yours again!"

As the front door slammed, Tim grasped his swollen cock, squeezing and stroking it desperately. His eyes closed, all he could see were images of Jenny's slick, swollen pussy coated in gobs of white cum.

*****

"Lately it's like she's just completely out of control you know?" Ellen said, sipping her coffee. Tim just nodded noncommittally. Jenny wasn't a topic he felt at all comfortable discussing right now.

"Ever since you two... Well... ever since you broke up." Ellen glanced off to one side for a moment and Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She wasn't saying it. Very obviously wasn't saying it, but she knew. Ellen was almost always there when Jenny called him over to clean her and she had at least some idea what was going on. "She's been drinking and partying. Just getting wilder and wilder." Ellen continued, acting as though the awkward pause had never happened.

"You say that like it's my fault." Tim tried to keep the accusational tone out of his voice.

"It is partly. You hit on one of her friends Tim. You acted like a complete bastard." 

Tim stifled the urge to respond. It wasn't like actually had a good defense for that. 'But Patricia' is hot sounded weak even to him. On the other hand, wasn't he paying for his sins right now? Ellen shook her head and abruptly changed the subject.

"So how are you doing?"

"Me? Oh I'm fine." Tim winced at the false cheerfulness in his voice. Bad enough she must already think he was some sort of pathetic pervert, there was no way he'd admit that all he did was lay around at home jerking off every night. He tried to imagine her reaction if he did come out and say that.

"Anyone... new... in your life?" She asked tentatively, Tim just rolled his eyes. Ellen took a long drink of her coffee, obviously struggling for something else to say.

Tim just watched her. Let her squirm for a little. This had to be one of the most awkward meetings he'd ever had. Sitting, drinking coffee in public with one of his ex-girlfriends roommates was bad enough. But that same roommate had seen him leave her apartment with cum smeared all over his face, not once but several times now. He didn't even want to think what she had heard through the thin walls. He closed his eyes, shuddering.

When he opened his eyes again, Ellen was staring at him, a look of concern on her face.

"Tim..." She started and he braced himself. She had finally built up the courage to broach the subject that had made her invite him here in the first place. "I know what Jenny does to you. I know why she does it." Tim felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He hadn't expected her to be so blunt about this. He ducked his head, looking at the dregs of his coffee. "And I know why you let her." Ellen continued.

Tim looked up in surprise, that he hadn't expected. He noticed that Ellen's cheeks were more than a little pink too. Perhaps he wasn't the only one embarrassed to have to have this conversation.

"Ah, finally something got your attention." Ellen smiled, taking the sting out of her words. "It's not so hard to work out really. You feel guilty."

"Maybe." One word answers, way to hold up your end of the conversation Tim thought. But he certainly wasn't going to volunteer the information that he got off on what Jenny was doing to him.

"Definitely." Ellen sounded remarkably certain. "You feel guilty and you're letting her use you because you think you deserve the punishment. Think about it."

"I will." Tim nodded, her point was a good one, but there was more to it than just that.

"If you need to talk..." Ellen left the sentence open ended but Tim felt the first genuine smile in a long time slip onto his face. He left the coffee shop in a much lighter mood.

*****

Patricia opened the door, just like the night of the first visit. It was almost always Patricia; she seemed to be relishing her role as part of the audience to his humiliation. Watching him slink into Jenny's room and then watching him leave. She was always there waiting. Always smirking and laughing. But he could tell there was something different this time.

"Jenny's not here." Patricia said. Tim looked at her, puzzled. The email had made it clear he had better get his ass over here immediately. "Guess her hot date isn't over yet huh? Guess you'll just have to wait before you get your taste." Patricia mocked, laughing as she swung the door wide for him to enter.

Tim walked over towards the sofa. The idea of just going home didn't even occur to him. Jenny had him trained so well at this point that just the idea of servicing her had him in a state of excitement.

"Not the sofa, the floor!" Patricia snapped. "Kneel or leave." Tim knelt down on the floor as she sneered at him. Something felt wrong about this, but a mixture of fear of the consequences and arousal held him in place.

Patricia stalked over to the sofa and sat down, her legs splayed. Tim swallowed. From where he was kneeling he could see most of the way up her skirt. He hastily pulled his eyes upwards. Patricia smirked at him and spread her legs wider, making sure he knew this was no accident.

"Wipe the drool off your face loser. That is drool isn't it?" Tim flushed red with embarrassment at her jibe. Almost against his will, his gaze dropped back to her legs. He knew Patricia was still watching him, but with her legs wide apart she was exposing her thing white panties to him. He licked his dry lips.

"You really can't help yourself can you?" Patricia mocked. "Jenny was right; you're controlled by your dick." At the mention of Jenny, Tim wondered just what sort of trap he had walked into.

"Do you want to look at it?" She asked and he nodded. "Tough. I wasn't going to let you see it when you asked the first time and I'm certainly not going to now I know what a perverted loser you are." She spat at him. 

Tim cringed with shame, his eyes still locked on the white material covering her sex. He could make out the shape of her mound pressing against that cotton. He was more certain than ever that Jenny hadn't been the one who had sent that email.

"Jenny tells me she's got you trained. You certainly came running over here with your tongue hanging out."

"Yes." Tim whispered, his eyes glued to Patricia's crotch.

"Show me." Patricia leant back on the sofa, leaving her legs spread wide.

Tim crawled towards her; he didn't even try to stand up. He knew what was expected by now. He pressed his lips to her cotton panties, reaching up with his hands to pull them aside. Patricia cuffed the side of his head and he froze in surprise.

"Hands down pussy boy. I already told you you weren't getting to see anything. Lick me through the panties." Tim obeyed, running his tongue around the shape of her mound, letting his saliva soak the thin material of her panties.

Patricia moaned softly in pleasure, her body relaxing on the sofa. Tim peered up at her as his tongue continued to lick her panties. Her eyes met his, burning into him, a cruel smile twisting her face as she used him like some sort of toy. He pressed the palm of his hand against his hard cock as he pushed his face against her crotch. Patricia cuffed his head again, harder this time.

"I said hands down! When you go home you can jerk off as much as you like. Right now, you're mine." Tim whimpered, his tongue pushed the cotton panties between her sex lips. She gasped, her hands now gripping either side of his head as she thrust her hips forward in obvious excitement. He couldn't tell if it was his tongue or her abuse of him that was getting her off.

The front door slammed and Patricia froze instantly. Her eyes were fixed on someone behind him. Tim turned his head slowly and nervously. Jenny was standing in the middle of the room. Her arms crossed under her breasts, sparks of anger in her eyes. He felt his stomach sink as he tried frantically to think of something to say. Patricia rapidly regained her composure.

"You really have trained him well." She said, smoothing her skirt down over her legs. "But he's still a slut. You're never going to change that." Tim winced.

"Get the fuck out!" Jenny hissed. Without even waiting to find out who she was talking to, Tim ran for the door.

*****

"You're not looking so hot." Ellen observed from behind her cup of coffee. Somehow, without him really noticing, the meeting for coffee had become part of Tim's morning routine.

"Yeah, well I didn't sleep too well." Tim took a gulp of the hot liquid, trying to wake up his sluggish brain.

"Yes. I head about what you and Patricia were doing." Ellen held back from further comment, but Tim still found himself blushing furiously.

"I couldn't help myself." He muttered and wished he hadn't.

"If you'd try thinking with your head instead of your cock, you might not have these problems." Ellen commented waspishly. Tim gaped at her in surprise. He'd never heard Ellen use that sort of language before. She was always so circumspect. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well?" Tim nodded.

Rather than carry on lecturing him, Ellen lapsed into silence. She looked down at her coffee cup, idly biting her lip as though puzzling over something before she finally began to speak again.

"Patricia doesn't like you. There was no way she would have let you... cum... you know?" Ellen's cheeks were gaining a slightly pink tinge.

"I know." Tim said hoarsely. This whole conversation was so embarrassing, but it also gave him a strange buzz.

"But you were going to do it anyway. Why? There's more to this than just self destructive behavior. Does it excite you somehow?"

"Yes." Tim could barely hear his own voice as he answered. He prayed that no one was listening in on this conversation. For all her discomfort, Ellen seemed determined to pursue it. He felt his cock begin to stir and shifted in his seat, trying to disguise his feelings.

"And when you get excited like that. You just can't help yourself? You lack self control. You need someone to exercise the control for you."

"Maybe." Tim wasn't at all sure where Ellen was going with this.

"Jenny controls you. But only when she's present. She also uses and humiliates you. Because you let her. And after this business with Patricia, it's going to get worse. She'll have to up the humiliation to punish you. You know that right?"

Tim nodded. The idea mainly scared him, but it also excited him a little.

"Because you feel guilty. And that makes you feel dirty... and that excites you more." Ellen continued his thought as though he'd said it aloud. The flush on her face was more noticeable now and her eyes glittered slightly. "It's a cycle, and it won't end until somebody hits bottom. But what then?"

Tim had no answer for her. He sat there under her questioning gaze, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

"Well the answer's simple isn't it?" Ellen grinned. "You need to find someone who can take care of your um... needs... and also take care of you."

Tim smiled at her joke; he shifted in his seat again as his cock unfurled at this discussion of his 'needs'. Ellen stared at him intently for a moment.

"Is this conversation exciting you?" She asked bluntly. Tim nodded, ducking his head, expecting her to leave hastily at his admission.

"Just talking like this about... ah... what you do. You're not.." Ellen licked her lips, her discomfort becoming more evident. "You're getting hard aren't you?" She blurted.

"Yes." Tim whispered, wishing that the ground would swallow him up.

"I need to be going." Ellen said, standing up abruptly. "See you tomorrow." She barely waited for his response before practically running to the door.

*****

"Enjoy!" James handed a fresh beer to Tim. "It's about time you got yourself out of the house again."

Tim nodded, gazing casually round the bar. Embarrassing as it had been, the conversation with Ellen had made one thing very clear. He had to break the cycle or things would only get worse. And step one was getting back to a normal life. He felt good tonight. Maybe he'd even get lucky.

And then he saw her. Saw all three of them in fact. Ellen, Patricia and Jenny gathered in a huddle at the far end of the bar. Three sets of eyes stared directly at him. Patricia made no effort to hide the smirk on her face. Ellen seemed upset and Tim mentally filed her in the growing list of lost friendships. But Jenny was staring at him so intently; he felt she would burn a hole right through him.

James turned his head to follow Tim's eyes. "Well now look at that." He leered. "I hear she's been putting out all over the place since you too broke up. Think I've got a shot?

Tim just shrugged, doing his best to suppress his shudder at the image of James fucking his ex-girlfriend. It took him a moment for what James had said to sink in completely.




The Taste of Revenge



"What, she's been seeing more than one guy?" He asked.

"More than one guy a night from what I hear." James laughed drunkenly. "So you think I could be the next one?" Tim swallowed some beer trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth.

"Only one way to find out." James said, cheerfully oblivious to his friend's discomfort. Weaving his way through the crowd, he headed straight for Jenny and her friends. Tim watched in growing horror as James walked right up to the three women, greeting them like old friends.

Ellen remained her usual coolly distant self as James began his patter. Jenny didn't even hesitate though, leaning in towards him, practically rubbing herself all over the man. Patricia caught Tim's eye and smirked at him as James casually cupped Jenny's ass. Tim couldn't believe the slutty way she was acting with James. Had she really been with a different guy every time she had used him to clean her?

Tim drained the rest of his beer, somehow unable to look away as after only a few minutes of talking and groping, James started to lead Jenny towards the back of the bar. There was only one thing at the back of the bar. The restrooms.

"She said you were to follow." Patricia was standing right next to him, her voice whispering in his ear. "She said it was time you saw how a real man does it."

Tim shivered, his heart pounding as he walked towards the restrooms. He glanced briefly at Ellen as he passed her, but her face was expressionless and she made no effort to stop him.

There were noises coming from one of the stalls as he entered the men's restroom. Unmistakable groans and grunts. The sounds of fucking. Jenny's whimpers accompanied a rhythmic thumping. James had to be really pounding into her. Worried about being seen, Tim slipped into the remaining cubicle and sat down on the toilet, listening to the sounds from next door.

From where he sat he could hear ever moan as his friend fucked his ex-girlfriend only feet away from him. Reaching into his pants he squeezed and stroked his hard cock, burning with humiliation as he did it.

James didn't last long; his technique seemed basic and almost brutal. From her grunts and gasps Tim could picture him slamming into Jenny repeatedly. Fucking her with only one thing in mind.

"Thanks babe." Was all James said as he walked out of the stall. He paused for a moment to wash his hands before leaving the rest room.

"You can come out now." Jenny said in a cold voice. Tim considered pretending he wasn't here, but it seemed futile. Standing up he left his stall and walked round to the other one.

As he pushed open the door his eyes focused on Jenny's exposed pussy. She was leaning over the back of the toilet, her ass thrust out, skirt up around her waist and panties around her ankles. She looked back over her shoulder at him as he entered, moving her legs wider apart.

"Well?" She asked coldly. "What are you waiting for? Clean me fucker."

Tim shuddered. He should walk away. He remembered Ellen's words about the cycle continuing until he hit bottom. He stared at cum oozing from Jenny's cunt. At James' cum. Shuffling closer he sank to his knees. His heart was pounding so hard he wondered if it would explode. His face was inches away from her sex. He could smell her; he could see the white liquid coating her.

"Come on you pathetic fucking bastard!" Jenny snapped. "Suck your friends cum out of me."

Cringing with humiliation, his cock throbbing in his pants, Tim obeyed. His expert tongue slipped between her pussy lips tasting the combination of her pussy juices and James' cum. Jenny thrust her ass back against him, forcing him deeper into her.

James must have brought her close to the edge, because it didn't take long before she gasped and shuddered to climax. Tim's tongue never stopped, gathering up every last bit of cum. He knew he was going to regret this, but his cock throbbed and twitched painfully.

When she had had enough, she stepped away from him and adjusted her clothing. Tim knelt there looking up at her. Somehow he knew there wouldn't be any relief for him this time. Jenny stared down at his cum covered face with a strange expression.

"Jus get out of my life you bastard." She spat, and walked away.

****

Tim wasn't sure how long he spent on his knees in that cubicle. Minutes certainly, half an hour maybe? Everyone was gone when he finally emerged back into the bar. He knew he should feel relieved, but mainly he felt empty. Too drained to face the crowd, he slunk outside into the night air. He was about to hail a taxi when he heard a car horn.

"Get in." Ellen said, sticking her head out of the car window. Tim gaped at her in confusion. Why was she still here after what she had witnessed?

Ellen didn't say anything, concentrating on driving. He hadn't asked, but it quickly became clear she was taking him to his apartment. He mumbled a quick thank you as he exited the car. He was fishing in his pockets for his keys when he heard footsteps behind him.

Ellen took the keys from his hand with a deft motion and swiftly unlocked the door. Tim stared at her stupidly until she grasped his hand and led him into his own apartment.

"You need a shower." Was all she said. Tim nodded and stumbled off to the bathroom.

"You need a shower." She said. Tim nodded and stumbled through to the bathroom. Ellen talked through the door as he stepped into the hot shower.

"Sometimes you need to hit the bottom of an addiction before you can break free." Ellen spoke through the door as Tim let painfully hot water run over his skin. He grabbed the soap and rubbed in into his body as though that would somehow remove the dirt ingrained in him.

"From the way she left, I'd say that Jenny hit bottom tonight. I don't think she'll call you again." Ellen continued. Tim closed his eyes, trying to blank out the pictures of what he had done tonight.

"But the question remains. What do we do about your addiction?" Ellen's voice was closer somehow. Tim opened his eyes and pulled the shower curtain back to find himself staring at Ellen's naked body.

"The way I see it," Ellen continued, making no effort at all to cover herself as his eyes roamed her body. "You need someone who can keep you under control. On a leash if you like." She slowly eased her legs apart and Tim's eyes were drawn down.

"Someone who can give you what you so obviously want. You do want it? Don't you?" She teased. Tim groaned staring at her inviting sex.

"That's it." Ellen cooed softly, her hands pressing on his shoulders until he sank to his knees. "I could hear what you and Jenny got up to even before this started. And more recently... Well I've been thinking about this for weeks now." Her hands moved to his head, pulling him against her crotch.

"Up till now though... ah... I wasn't sure how to keep you under... control." She gasped as Tim lapped hungrily at her wet pussy.

"Ooooh damn... you are a good pussy licker." Ellen growled, pressing herself harder against him. "And I can give you exactly what you want. Whenever you want it." Tim groaned, tonguing her pussy eagerly.

"The difference is." Ellen moaned, her hands pushing him onto the ground. "I'm going to give you everything you want. Turning round, she knelt down so that her ass was over his face. Tim whimpered in pleasure and relief as her hot, wet, mouth surrounded his cock, licking and sucking.



The Taste of Sister's Panties Pt. 01



This is a story about a 26 year old and his 19 year old sister... Enjoy

Chapter one

My younger sister had always been the little tease although I doubt she knew the effect she often had on me. There were many times when she would sit on the sofa with her knees up to her chin and her feet apart, totally oblivious that she was giving me a great view of her little panties.

I had lost count of the amount of times I had pulled on my prick in the bathroom while thinking of her tight body. Ok she was my sister and as such should have been out of bounds on the sexual fantasy level, but when something turns you on its pretty hard to ignore. She wasn't one of those gorgeous girl next-door types even though she had blonde her and blue eyes, but she was still pretty and had a very nice body to go with it. 

It was during one of these bathroom sessions that I spied a pair of her white panties on the floor by a discarded towel. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked them up. I turned the soft cotton material round and round between my hands and before I knew what I was doing I lifted them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.

My prick lurched in response and a small spurt of juice escaped from the tip without me even touching it. As I continued to breath in her sweet aroma yet another squirt let loose from my prick end. My legs suddenly felt weak and I had to quickly grab the hand basin to stop myself from collapsing to the floor. I didn't know why the smell of her panties affected me so much but I was happy to add them to my list of turn ons. In fact I think because of the effect they had on me they would be right at the top of that list.

With the sound of my heartbeat drumming slowly dying down in my ears I lifted my head up from the basin and looked in the mirror. "Oh shit." I cried out and spun round to confirm what reflection my eyes had seen.

My sister was standing in the doorway staring open mouthed at me. No doubt I was staring back at her in just the same way. For the next few moments nothing was said and nobody moved. Then I suddenly realised that she had reason to stare because my jeans were still around my knees and I was holding a pair of her used panties in my hand. I was lost for words and actions. I suppose, on reflection, I could have covered myself up but at the time I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.

I waited for her to explode and call me a pervert for using her panties to give myself a thrill, but instead she just grinned, turned around and shut the door behind herself. By now I knew that my masturbating session was over because my prick had shrank with the shock. I tried to get it going again but in the end I had to admit defeat so I threw her panties back to the towel on the floor and pulled my jeans back up.

Over the next few days I tried my best to avoid my sister. But there were times, such as meal times, that I just couldn't avoid her. When she caught my eye she would just simply smile and give me a knowing little wink. Even though that made me a bit uncomfortable I was just pleased that she hadn't mouthed off to our parents about what she had discovered about her pervy brother. I tried to convince myself that she hadn't seen the panties grasped tightly in my hand. But I knew deep down that she did see them. After all how on earth could she have missed them?

Chapter Two

One evening a couple of weeks later events took on a new path between my sister and myself as we sat in the family room watching a movie. Mom and dad had taken themselves out for dinner to one of the local restaurants with some people from work, which left us alone together in the house. I knew this moment would come sooner or later but I wished it had been later. 

"I always knew you liked looking at my panties but I didn't know you liked them that much." She giggled from the other side of the room.

'Oh crap' I thought to myself and tried to ignore her by fixing my gaze on the television screen.

"Which ones do you prefer? Pink ones, pale blue ones?" she continued "Oh I know which ones you like best… my little white ones." She giggled again.

Ok this had gone on long enough. I spun round on the sofa to tell her to shut her mouth. But instead of words coming out my mouth just hung open like I was trying to catch flies when I saw how she was sat. Her blue denim skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was slumped back in the chair with a leg over each arm. My gaze was transfixed on the white triangle of cloth covering her mound.

"I knew it was the white ones you liked the best. Do you recognise them brother dear? They are the ones you were enjoying yourself with when I caught you in the bathroom."

Fuck she had seen them that day. I was so humiliated that I tried to pull my eyes away from her crotch, but it was though I was hypnotised because all I could manage was a quick glance up to her smiling face.

"Come and get a closer look." She barely whispered.

This time I did manage to drag my eyes from her covered sex and looked her square in the eyes. Was she just winding me up just to get a laugh at my expense? I wasn't sure and I searched her face for any clues. She would have made an excellent poker player because she gave nothing away.

"Are you deaf or something?"

My mouth was so dry I couldn't speak so I just lamely shook my head.

"Well then do as I say." She suddenly barked.

I must have looked so stupid to her as I jumped off the sofa and crawled over to her. But I didn't care because I was going to get one of my little perverted fantasies fulfilled. Although she was only about ten foot away from where I had been sitting, the crawl over to her seemed like miles as I felt every fibre of the carpet press into my palms. When I was about two feet away from her I stopped because I was unsure of how close I should get, plus I was also waiting for her to burst out laughing.

"What's the matter little doggy… are you scared?" she mocked. "Come closer."

My heart was pounding in my chest as I edged closer and closer. When I was just inches from her I stopped again. My eyes drank in the full beauty of her cotton-covered pussy. I had never dreamed in a million years that I would ever get this chance to be so close to her. I inhaled through my nose as quietly as I could so that she wouldn't be aware of my growing excitement and my senses reeled as that familiar aroma invaded every crevice of my psyche.

The silence between us was almost deafening. "I thought you liked my panties. Maybe little doggy doesn't want to nuzzle his mistress." She sulkily pouted.

What made her think she was my mistress? Who was she calling a little doggy? Maybe I should have put a stop to her little game there and then. She had had her fun and now it was time for me to call a halt to it. But so far she had commanded the show with an authority that came so naturally to her that I now found myself on all fours between her spread legs with my nose just inches from her gusset. Another twinge of embarrassment washed over me at how gullible and easily lead I had been by her.

I could have rebelled and called it off… but I knew it just as much as she knew it … that she had me hooked. She knew from when she caught me in the bathroom that she had me. But for me to go any further I knew I had to accept her as my mistress and in doing so I knew there would be no going back. It wasn't a difficult decision to make.

I leaned forward and brushed my nose softly against her crotch. She murmured her approval, so I did it again. Soon I was rubbing my face into the gusset of her panties with increasing lust. I could feel the lips of her cunt part with the pressure of my nose and noticed that she had become so wet that her juices were seeping through the white cotton cloth.

My cock was so hard it was painful, which wasn't helped with it been trapped in the tight confines of my jeans. How I wanted to release it and stroke it but that would have meant moving my face away from the nirvana between my sister's legs. If I stayed where I was and continued to please her by rubbing my face on her maybe… just maybe… she would let me suck on her.

Her firm thighs began to tremble and her hips were squirming underneath my relentless nuzzling. She began a low groaning deep in her chest and quickly grabbing my head she forced my face harder against her covered sex. Her groan got louder and louder as she bucked and twisted her sodden panty crotch against me. Suddenly she stopped with her hips high in the air and with a long guttural moan exploded in orgasm. Her cunt jerked and mashed against my face as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.

Slowly her orgasm subsided, leaving her a breathless and panting wreck slumped in the chair. After a short while she released my head. "Wow that was fantastic." She grinned down at me.

Reluctantly I sat back on my heels. My face was sore and felt bruised from the abuse it had just taken. But it was the best experience I had ever had and I wasn't going to complain.

"As a special treat for been such a good doggy why don't you take your cock out and bring yourself off for me while I watch." She breathed.

I didn't need a second invitation and was more than happy to comply. Within seconds I had my throbbing prick in my hand. I knew I wouldn't take long to cum as I pumped my fist steadily up and down the shaft. My eyes were glued to her crotch as my pace quickened. My balls tightened and raised up… I can't believe it… I'm finally going to spurt in front of my sister.

Just as I felt my cream rushing up my prick my sister… my mistress… shuffled forward on the chair, offering her juice soaked panties to me. That tipped me over the edge and my hot cum blasted out and spurt after spurt splashed out over her. I had never cum so much before. My prick jerked and pulsed in my fist as I covered her panties and thighs with my man juice. My orgasm was so powerful it felt like electric bolts were firing up and down my spine.

When my balls were drained dry I fell back, exhausted, onto the carpet. But I had no time to compose myself because we both heard the key turning in the front door lock. I quickly pushed my prick back into my jeans and leapt onto the sofa just in time. As for my sister she just curled her legs underneath herself and giggled. I have no idea how much the room stank of sex but our mother did give us a quizzical look before she dismissed the idea.

With a smile on my face I sneaked a look over towards my now innocent looking sister and saw her softly scratching the inside of her thigh. She smiled back and lifted the finger up to her mouth and sucked on it. I couldn't believe it… she had just tasted my cream!!! Even though I had just cum like never before I felt my prick begin to stir back to life.

Will they have more encounters? That, dear reader, is up to you. Please leave any comments you would like to make – good or bad all are welcome. 



The Taste of Sister's Panties Pt. 02



Thanks for all your replies that you have left me to my previous story and I'm sorry that it has taken so to get round to writing this sequel. I really appreciate the girl responding and leaving me a message because not only is it rare for a girl to read these things but that she also found it so exciting enough to let me know. I just hope that this continuation lives up to everyone's expectations.

Chapter 1

I wish i could say that over the next few days the passion between my sister and myself was like two galaxies colliding. But in reality it was nothing like that at all. She had changed so much. OK she was still my sister in every respect but instead of the usual short skirts she now took to wearing jeans. Even the hamper in the bathroom was devoid of her panties. I got so desperate for my fix of soft aromatic cotton that i even searched for my mothers, but i also came up empty handed there as well.

A sudden sensation of dread came over me as i drew the conclusion that she must have told my mother all about my... erm... little fetish. That must be why she had covered up and also removed temptation away from me. No that can't be, surely if my mother knew she would have said something about it. 

I might have been confused about what was going on but one thing i was sure of was that i hadn't emptied my balls for a few days now and they ached for release. I opened my bedroom door...no i would attend to them later when i went to bed. Instead i headed for the kitchen.

I had no sooner sat down at the table with a sandwich and a beer when my mother and sister walked in the back door laden down with groceries. Customary greetings were passed around as they unpacked and put everything away in the cupboards. I was that used to seeing my sister wearing her jeans that it took a few minutes to realize that she was once again, to my delight, wearing one of her short denim skirts.

I cautiously watched her out of the corner of my eye as she stood on a small stool and stretched up to put a box of cereal on the top shelf of the cupboard. The sight of the hem of her skirt slowly creeping up to her firm ass had my mouth watering and my prick as hard as an iron bar. There was no way i could bend over to get a glimpse of her panties without my mother noticing, so i contented myself with looking at her long legs and little white ankle socks. What is it that sets off a nice slender pair of legs like ankle socks?

All kinds of things began to run through my mind and i became aware that I could feel my spunk quickly boiling in my balls. Oh shit I'm going to cum just by looking at her legs, i thought to myself and hastily grabbed one of the magazines lying on the table. I flipped through the pages desperately trying to find something to distract myself.

"Hello little doggy." my sister whispered as she sat on the table beside me.

I jerked my head up from the magazine and quickly looked round the kitchen, thankfully my mother was nowhere to be seen.

"Piss off." i growled at her and turned my attention back to the article i was reading. If she had asked me what i was reading i couldn't have told her because my mind was definitely not on the printed page. If she had instead asked me what i was thinking about... well that would have been easy to answer.

"Aw has my little doggy missed me. I do hope you have been a good puppy because your mistress wants to play." she giggled and pushed the magazine across the table.

"I don't know what your game is but..." i whispered harshly at her and made to move away. But i was stopped in my tracks as she quickly sidled across the table until she had a leg either side of where i sat.

"Do you know i have been wearing these panties all day in this hot sun and i have been very sweaty. But because you are my little puppy dog I'm sure that you can already smell my dirty panties can't you." she grinned down at my upturned face.

Chapter 2

I tried my hardest to ignore her but she already knew that she had my full attention. Placing a slender finger on her knee she slowly traced the red painted fingernail down her thigh to the gusset of her white silk panties. Of course like a magnet my eyes followed. She gently pressed the tip of her finger into her covered slit and left a little indentation behind as she moved the finger to the edge of her panty leg.

With her other hand she placed a finger just below her knee and instructed me to kiss her there. I was so mesmerized by her that i didn't even realize that i had moved until my lips pressed against her soft skin. She moved her finger down a little way, "And here." she whispered. "And here... and here..."

I followed submissively as she lead me slowly and teasingly down her thigh, kiss after gentle kiss until i was just inches from her covered sex. My heart was thumping hard in my chest as she leaned back on the table top. "I'm sure you know what to do now." she breathed and closing her eyes she let her head fall back.

A silence fell on the kitchen as though it was a dusty empty old room that hadn't been visited for a long time. I glanced up towards the doorway that lead into the lounge, above me i heard a floorboard creak. 'Mom must be upstairs' i thought to myself with some relief. With my senses on full alert i pursed my lips and kissed the silken white material covering my sisters mound.

The exotic mixed aroma of her sweat and urine forced itself into my brain and commanded me to breath deep lung fulls of her. As the heady drug assailed my senses, I kissed her cunt harder and wrapped my arms around her thighs. With my face buried into her crotch i stroked my tongue up the crotch of her little panties, i was surprised at how rough the material felt. It wasn't as rough as the cotton but still not as smooth as i thought silk should have been.

My tongue found the stitching where the cloth met in the middle and i traced it along to the elastic of her panty leg. I stroked wetly up one side of her soft flesh with the flat of my tongue and then back down the other side. I nearly creamed in my jeans when my tongue felt a stray pubic hair that had escaped its prison of silk.

By now my sister was panting and praising me on what a good little puppy i was been to his mistress. I know some people might have been a bit annoyed at been so demeaned in this way but i knew without it i wouldn't have enjoyed the experience half as much.

Opening my mouth as wide as i could i clamped it over her covered cunt and sucked as hard as i possibly could. A mixture of sweat, piss and her juices flooded into my mouth. My sisters head began to slowly roll from side to side as i sucked harder and harder. Suddenly her hands grasped onto my hair and dragged me even harder, if it was possible, to her pussy. I was aware of her loud groans of pleasure as she orgasmed but right at this moment i didn't care if mother heard us because i was having to much fun to stop.

Slowly her thighs stopped trembling and her grip on my hair lessened. I waited patiently thinking that she would release me any minute, but she didn't. I tried to move but she was having none of it and held me firm. Slowly she rocked her hips up and down causing her cunt to rub up and down my face, covering me with her sweet sticky juices. My dick was pulsing and jerking in the tightness of my jeans and screamed for release, but i knew all it would take would be a touch and i would blast my load so i tried to ignore my own needs. What would our mother say if she walked into the room and caught her children doing such naughty things.

Chapter 3

I was beginning to panic a bit at that thought and managed to lift myself enough from my sister to voice my concerns. All she did in response was to groan lustily and shove my face back into her crotch. I could hardly believe it... my sister was actually getting off on the thought of been caught, not just by a stranger but our very own mother. The more i struggled to get away the more her thighs shook and trembled as she built up to another orgasm. This was becoming far too dangerous and i had to think of a way to get her to release me, and fast. Normally i would have loved to have been in this position with my domineering sister but i knew i had to act. Trying to move my head was proving too painful because it felt like she was ripping the hair from my scalp. There was only one thing left to do.

I, once again, sucked her delicious covered cunt lips into my mouth and bit down on them. Instead of having the desired effect of her letting me go she let out a yelp and clamped her firm thighs around my head. Almost suffocating me she exploded with a tremendous orgasm. It was so powerful i could actually feel her searing hot juices squirt through the thin material of her panties and into my wide open mouth.

Her orgasm felt like mine, as though it was me cumming as i slurped and gulped noisily at the gusset of her sodden panties. In the struggle the crotch had formed a narrow band and had slipped between her full swollen cunt lips and now i had her naked flesh to excitedly suck on. I tried in vain to push aside what material was left with my tongue so that i could slide my tongue directly into her honey pot. But with the tightness of her thighs around my head and the angle i was on the task proved far too difficult.

Eventually she slowly calmed down and as her thighs jerkily relinquished their grip on my head she pushed me away. Making no attempt to cover herself up she began laughing. I don't know why but i also began laughing with her. After a few minutes had passed by she shakily pushed herself up to rest on her elbows and with glassy eyes she looked at me. "You were a naughty little doggy for biting weren't you, but just this once i will let you off. Now stand up because i have a little treat for you." she grinned.

I eagerly did as i was told, well after all aren't dogs supposed to be obedient. My sister shuffled forward until she was sat on the edge of the table and told me to take my prick out. Once again i hurriedly complied, excited by the thought of masturbating in front of her again. Then she totally surprised me by reaching out and taking my sticky throbbing shaft in her dainty little hand. She squeezed up to the rim and forced a strand of my spunk out. She giggled as she kept pulling on my prick, forcing me to step closer.

She looked me straight in the eyes and held my gaze as she pulled me closer and closer. "Oh fuck." i gasped as i felt the bulbous head of my engorged shaft brush against her hot juice soaked panties. A big smile spread across her face, "Naughty doggy for biting my little pussy." she barely whispered and pouted.

"What the fuck is going on here." It was my, our, mothers voice. I nearly jumped out of my skin with shock. I had been so caught up in lust that i had let my radar down and didn't hear her come into the kitchen, and boy did she look mad.

My sister on the other hand was very calm and turning to mom she ordered her to sit down. Mother looked back at her with shock on her face "How dare you..." she began to retaliate but was cut short by my sister, who still had a very firm grip on my surprisingly still hard cock.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT DOWN." she screamed back.

My mothers jaw hit the floor, but just as i do, she obeyed and pulled out a chair. She sat quietly, almost demurely, taking in the picture of her son standing between the open thighs of her daughter. With my sisters juices plastered all over my face and with her holding onto my stiff prick it was pretty obvious what had gone on.

Today was full of surprises and what happened next was the biggest one of all........... To be continued :)

As always your comments are very much appreciated and help keep this dog writing more and more :) 



The Taste of Submission



I woke up to her scratching my back softly. I loved that feeling. "Are you awake?" she asked me.

"No," I moaned. My head was killing me.

We'd been out late the night before. Several glasses of wine with dinner and then a few more drinks with friends. My head was aching and I was tired but I could feel my spirit rising as she traced her nails across my back.

"You were amazing last night."

I managed a little smile – the effort was as much as I could manage. After coming home we had both attacked each other. We'd fucked for what seemed like hours – violently at times. Some of the details were a little hazy but I don't think we had fallen asleep until four in the morning. I could feel my cock begin to thicken as I thought about the night before. We both got horny when we were hung over – sometimes we joked that that was the trait that kept us together. However, she always woke right away the next morning, whereas I tried to stay in bed as long as possible.

"I've been up for a bit." She smiled; she was always an early riser. I knew she wanted more.

I grunted in reply. I continued to ignore her but she was persistent. It wasn't long before I was fucking her again. It was hard and fast. Pure fucking. After a while she motioned for me to roll over; she liked being on top. It was easier for her to cum that way. As soon as I lay on my back, she climbed on top of me. We were both soaked in our own sweat. Her perspiration dripped off her forehead onto my face as she ground her hips, working herself into an orgasm. Her moans always excited me and she soon brought me near the edge. As she came I held her down tightly on top of me and began bucking up into her quickly. My own orgasm came about shortly as her cries of mixed pain/pleasure filled the room with my pubis ramming into her now super sensitive clit. Once I finished she collapsed on top of me, her shaking arms unable to support her weight any longer.

We lay like that for a bit before I forced myself to get up for glass of water. When I came back to bed I was already half asleep. She wouldn't leave me alone however. She got up and sat on my butt and started rubbing my shoulders. It felt great but I was greedy. "Get some oil, baby." Soon she was back. I jumped a little as the cool oil hit my back but it warmed up under her hands. It felt great. Soon she was working her way down my back. Then light kisses on the back of my neck and down the middle of my back. She was still naked and I could feel her pussy getting warm again on the backs of my thighs.

"Could you go again?" she whispered.

"Are you serious? I need some Zs baby."

She sighed in a manner suggesting she wasn't going to accept that answer. She poured some more oil on me – too much on the small of my back. "Oops," she laughed. She started rubbing the oil all over and then started kneading my butt with it. "I love your ass... do you know that? I think that's the only thing that initially attracted me too you."

I grunted again. "Yeah?" No witty comeback came to mind right away.

I wanted to turn over and fuck her again but there was no way. I was so tired and spent. I couldn't keep my eyes open and I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep. I thought I heard her telling me I shouldn't dare to fall asleep...

"OW!"

She woke me right back up. Now she was laying on me, the full weight of her body on my back. She had bitten my earlobe in order to get my attention.

My discomfort was greeted with a little evil laugh right in my ear.

"Wake up sleepy head, I'm not done yet." I realized she was still a little tipsy from the night before. She was insatiable normally but truly libidinous when she was inebriated. After a few drinks she also ventured from uninhibited and adventurous to downright kinky. I loved it even if my more inhibited nature tried to hide it at times.

I put my hand behind my back and under her body to reach her sex and ran into her hand already at work. She removed her hand as she sensed its replacement.

She held her fingers right under my nose -- like smelling salts to a knocked out pugilist. I was startled and invigorated both by her forwardness and the strength of the smell. She giggled as her fingers traced my lips, gently probing for an opening.

"Maybe I should just sit on your face," she whispered menacingly.

I didn't respond. I didn't want to ruin the moment but there was no way I was going to lick her after fucking her all night and again this morning. I swear I felt her clit get bigger and her pussy wetter as she made the perverse suggestion. God, was she wet...

She began grinding herself more urgently against my hand. The pleasure emboldened her and she was more forceful with her fingers – my fatigue caused me to surrender when I never would have normally. Soon her first two fingers were in my mouth. 

Not satisfied simply with the violation of my mouth, she moved her fingers in and out, going deeper and deeper and making me fellate the penetrating digits. 

Her breath was hot in my ear. "Suck them," she cooed. She came quickly with her hips bucking into my hips as my fingers applied pressure to her clit.

After her orgasm, she rested for a few minutes and then started grinding again. She was still ready for more. I began to turn over. My cock was throbbing and the adrenaline coursing through my blood had temporarily cleared the cobwebs from the prior evening.

"Wait," she whispered as she sensed my weight shifting. I turned my heard to look over my shoulder into her face. Why would I wait?

She pushed her fingers even further into my mouth causing me to gag a little. That brought a little satisfied smirk to her face. Her fingers left my mouth coated with my own saliva.

"I've... I've always wished I could fuck you... I wish I could be inside of you."

I was confused but it started to make sense as her wet fingers began to trace my asshole.

"Do you think I'm weird?"

I let the question hang in the air. As much as it seemed wrong, I couldn't ignore how good her finger tracing me felt.

"A little, you pervert," I finally replied half-jokingly.

"Asshole!" she smacked my ass as she said it. I could just make out a little smile on her face suggesting she hadn't taken much offense.

"Yes, that is my asshole," I shot back trying to loosen my tension with some humor.

She laughed and went back to teasing my asshole, occasionally putting a little pressure on it and then holding back. At the same time she pressed her hips slowly but surely into my own. My hand was still trapped beneath her body and continued to passively stimulate her clit. The harder she bucked into me, the more pressure she created on her sex. I could feel her excitement growing. The heat from her groin warmed my backside. Her secretions flowed past my hand onto my ass. The added lubrication made it easy for her to continue probing.

My mind was frozen. There was no way I was going to let her do this but I wasn't acting to stop her. I opened my mouth to tell her no but the words never came out. Instead I let out a low moan of pleasure that emboldened her.

"You like it don't you?" she teased.

Soon the tip of her finger was inside of me. By now her hips were putting enough pressure on my backside that she was forcing my own hips into the mattress. The pressure of my cock fucking the mattress felt good – adding more pleasure to this perverse scenario.

She started pulling my hair and biting my ear... I submitted but would not give her the pleasure of a scream. She read my submission though and completely entered me with her finger. She began moving her hips with a sense of urgency and moved her finger in and out of me – she was fucking me with her tiny cock.

She teased me, "Tell me I'm fucking you." Her hot breath was right in my ear.

No words came out. I tried to turn my head away from her face but she pulled me back. I couldn't look straight into her eyes but the glazed look of lust in her face was clear nevertheless.

Her teasing became more insistent. She added a second finger inside of me and her words became an order, "tell me I'm fucking you!"

The pleasure in my ass became pain as her second finger stretched me. The change in sensation pushed me over and I realized I was close to orgasm. I was grinding my own hips into the bed in time with her.

"You... You're fucking me," I said weakly.

That set her near the edge. Instead of pulling, she began to push my head into the bed. She used the leverage to push into me even harder with her hips. Her legs began to pry my legs apart opening me up further and making me feel even more vulnerable. She bucked violently, fucking me as hard as I had fucked her the night before. As her excitement came to a crescendo she added a third finger. My whimpers of pain clearly carried her over the top. I could feel her clit engorge obscenely with her juices flowing onto me. When she came she had all three fingers in me to the knuckle with her full body weight behind them forcing them into me. She was screaming as she climaxed.

The whole scene was too much for me and with her cries of pleasure I felt the pressure in my groin build up. I was soon spurting right into the sheets. I was embarrassed though -- I held my breath and hid my pleasure by biting my free arm. As a result I came with a minimum of noise in stark contrast to her operatic performance.

In fact, it soon became obvious that she had missed my orgasm completely. She shoved her fingers roughly into my ass once more just to hear my gasp and then pulled them out with a little pop. She then turned me over feverishly and climbed atop me with the intent of mounting me.

I was too embarrassed to speak but slowly told her to wait. I was not in time though. As her hand reached below herself to grab my now partially tumescent cock covered in my own juices she looked up at me in shock.

"Oh my God," she squealed half in shock and half in awe. "You came too!?!" She was grinding her insatiable clit on my spent cock.

I couldn't look at her and wanted to disappear.

She sensed my shame and hesitated. She moved both hands to either side of my face and forced me to look at her, although I diverted my eyes. Would she laugh at me? Would she be disgusted?

Her eyes showed a strange mixture of empathy, love, lust and power. She finally spoke, "It's OK baby. That was crazy. I loved fucking you and I think it's hot you loved it too."

I wanted to correct her. To tell her I hadn't loved it. To tell her it was all so wrong but I couldn't. I couldn't speak. I couldn't look her in the eyes. My shame and embarrassment empowered her. 

"Admit you loved it."

It was cruel but she could be a little sadistic at times.

"Admit it." Her voice was quiet but forceful. 

I finally looked her into her eyes, "I don't know... I didn't... but..."

She reached beneath her and then put her hand in from of my face with my cum smeared on it. She wiped my cum on my lips and said once more, "Just admit it baby, the evidence is all over you."

A weak "yes" finally left my mouth. I could taste myself on my lips as I said it. 

Her hand went back to my cock to try and coax it into service. However, between the awkwardness I felt from the situation and the exhaustion from having just orgasmed...

She briefly used my cock to massage her clit but it wasn't enough. She quickly worked her way up my body with no hint of subterfuge. As her knees alighted on either side of my head she told me with no shame, "if you can't fuck me, you will eat me."

I stared into her cunt. She paused but there was no hesitation. It was more of a pause to mock me. Maybe not to mock me but to reinforce what she was about to make me do. I could have thrown her off me, but I didn't. Our dynamic had irreversibly changed in such a brief moment. She was savoring it. I was unsure -- I stared at her cunt further. I was spellbound. Her labia were still spread wide. Her clit was twice as large as I had ever seen it before. It looked like a small cock it was so big. My cum was leaking out of her pussy as well as being smeared on her outer lips and hanging from her matted pubic hairs.

Not only did I not fight her but with my cheeks burning red I looked up into her eyes and opened my mouth to signal my readiness. She sat on me and I went to work. I licked all over, savoring the strong taste of submission. I worked my tongue as far into her as possible. She grinded her hips as I did so, with her eyes soon changing back to the crazed look I had seen earlier. She usually came immediately when I used my mouth on her but this time as different. She had already cum so many times that it took her a long time. She was nothing if not determined though and she directed me carefully and forcefully. Slower, faster, harder, softer... I spent at least thirty minutes under her and my tongue was aching and my lips numb once I finally got her off. She found a position where she could rub her clit on my nose as I fucked her cunt with my tongue. I struggled to breathe in this position but she loved it and kept ordering me to stick my tongue in further and faster, faster and further. When she finally finished it was with her rocking her entire sex rapidly back and forth across my face. She grabbed my hair roughly for leverage and told me just to lay my tongue flat before using my mouth and face roughly. 

After her orgasm, she settled back sitting on my chest but maintaining the advantage looking down on me. She reached back and felt my cock was erect again. Smiling, she began teasing me again, "you liked that, didn't you?"

I didn't say anything and averted her gaze again in shame. That only added fuel to the fire. "Who's the pervert now? You loved it, didn't you? I may make you clean up all your messes from now on."

With a little laugh she informed me I had my cum all over my face. She used her fingers to feed me whatever had fallen onto my cheeks. It went unspoken but the role reversal was obvious. How many times had I fed her my cum after fucking her? I sucked her fingers obediently though... I wasn't sure what else to do. 

Soon she shifted her weight and turned around into a 69 position. She hooked one leg behind my head and used it to bring my head to her sex. I started licking her again as she took me into her own mouth. She shifted her weight further forward taking her cunt out of my mouth. I craned my neck forward to maintain contact with her pussy but she moved it out of reach. She grabbed my head with her hand to pull me even further into her there could be no doubt what she expected.

I had never licked an asshole before but the taste was not unpleasant. In fact so much of her juices had leaked down earlier that it really tasted no differently. I teased briefly, but her asshole provided little resistance and soon my exhausted tongue was invading her. She let out a lustful moan and pulled me further into her while backing herself into me. Once my fingers found her clit she worked herself into another strong orgasm as my tongue entered as far her into her ass as I could make it. After she came, her sphincter contracted tightly around me. She actually pulled my head a little as she rolled off of me in exhaustion, finally sated.

The loss of her weight was freeing. The sight of her laying next me with her legs crudely spread and her face flushed was too much. I lunged atop her determined to take my manhood back. I fucked her with abandon. She just lay there as I brutally rammed myself into her, determined to fuck her harder than she had done to me. I forced my tongue into her mouth to share my shame. She responded but was clearly too spent to cum again. I didn't care much about her pleasure but soon became frustrated with my own. I was so numb from my prior orgasms that I could not achieve another. I fucked harder and harder but only caused myself to tire. I finally collapsed on top of her in exhaustion with my cock still inside of her.

She laughed at my predicament. Equal parts amusement and empathy. She started scratching my back again bringing me back full circle to the events of the morning. As she did so, I no longer felt disconnected. I was no longer trying to reclaim anything. I began to fuck her again, but now with mindfulness. She began to respond and grinded back against me. Her fingers worked lower. She pressed hard against my sacrum only inches from my still tender asshole. I could feel my cock grow even bigger as she did so. Her excitement grew as well and both us began breathing heavier again – now in unison. Her fingers began tracing my asshole and I found myself hoping she would enter me. I began to move my ass further back into her hand trying to create more pressure.

She just teased though and my reaction was just what she wanted. Intermittently she would add more pressure. I needed more though. She asked me if I wanted it and I said nothing so she took her finger away. She asked me again and I grunted hoping it would suffice. She began to enter and told me to beg for it or she would take it out.

"Please... please... touch me," my words caused her to press her finger deep into my asshole. She told me to cum. I was close but I couldn't quite get there. She added another finger and told me to cum again. What had been pleasure became pain with the addition of the second finger but in my state that was exactly what I needed. I let out a low groan as she stretched me further but I still couldn't quite get there. I was beginning to get frustrated but then she told me that if I came she would make me go down on her again. It was too much. This time I had no humility and I yelled as I came and bit into her shoulder. My orgasm stretched out forever as I continued to grind into her.

I slowly settled into a state of bliss until I felt both her hands on top of my head. They started to push me down. The game was over for me, it wasn't exciting anymore as my orgasms had robbed me of the detachment of sexual fervor. However, we both knew I was going to do it. I put up token resistance a couple of times, licking her nipples and belly hoping to distract her. It was futile though. Her hands would just push a little harder and soon I was between her thighs staring straight into her pussy. Her lips now even further spread apart with my own semen leaking out.

I hesitated. Soon I felt her thighs scissor around my head. She had me pinned. Our eyes met and I knew what she wanted. I thought about how many times I had made her beg to suck my dick. The feeling of power always surged into me when she begged for the right to fellate me. But now...

I looked down at her pussy again and then back to her eyes. 

"Please... Please... Please... I... " I begged.

"Admit you love it you little pervert."

I was silent for a bit. My eyes lowered and my cheeks reddened but soon I looked up at her again, "I love it baby," I finally admitted.

She smiled and spread her legs enough so that I could move my head forward and taste her again.



The Taste of Trust



Except for the red glow from the digital alarm clock, which read 4:53, the room was still dark. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light but I could still barely make out the features of Hokuto's sleeping face. I propped myself up on an elbow and leaned close. It had been almost four months since the last time I'd seen him but it had seemed much longer. I'd expected him to look older, but all the lines and creases my eyes had traced and memorized in the past two years were the same. If anything, in the darkness, his face completely relaxed, he looked younger than his forty-six years.

I'd found him attractive since the first day I met him. He'd shown up at the bus stop one morning and in a rare gregarious moment, I struck up a conversation. Over the next six months, in twenty-five minute intervals, we'd developed a connection. Even if I hadn't found him handsome, I would have been attracted to his gentle nature. He was calm and quiet, sometimes a little shy; so different from my brutish husband.

But I did find him attractive physically too. He had a small build, long, tapered fingers and a gracefulness to his movements. I'd studied his face every chance I'd gotten, his perfect Cupid's bow lips, hooded eyes and the creases at the corners when he smiled. He had beauty in his features, something my life had sorely lacked.

To say I'd been unhappily married would be an understatement. I'd gotten married right out of high school, desperate to escape the house I'd grown up in. My father was a controlling alcoholic who had all but destroyed my mother's spirit and seemed hell bent on destroying mine as well. I thought marriage would save me but within a year my husband had taken up where my dad had left off, adding slaps and punches into the mix.

"If you had the opportunity to leave your husband, would you?"

I was 21 the day Hokuto asked me that. The question had shocked me in part because of its bluntness but also because Hokuto and I had never talked about my husband's abuse. I'd stared, open-mouthed, unable to speak while he explained the ways in which he was able and willing to help me. He'd made arrangements with his sister, if I was interested, for me to move in with her, to give her a hand during her recovery from back surgery while I looked for another job.

He'd explained that his work required him to move around a lot, and that the work he'd been doing in Boston was finished. He told me it was unlikely he'd ever see me again once he left. And then he'd pushed an envelope across the table. I'd reached for it and his hand had covered mine, pressing it down gently, flat over the envelope.

"Even if you decide not to come to Brooklyn, I want you to keep this money and use it to get away from him. Please, Sofie." He'd paused and I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest. His eyes had been full of emotion, the muscles in his face tense. "Men like that," he'd continued with uncharacteristic coldness in his voice, "don't change."

Looking at him now, in the darkness, I knew I was completely in love. Sometimes it hurt and sometimes it was lonely, and there were many times I wished I could tell him how much I felt for him, how much in love I was. But most of the time I was content with the unusual relationship we had, content to enjoy what time I got with him. He'd given me a second chance at happiness, a second chance to turn it all around. I couldn't ask for more.

In his sleep, Hokuto stirred briefly, sighing before he settled again. I pressed my face into his neck and breathed in his scent. I wondered where he'd been this time, what he'd seen. I slid my arm around his naked waist and rested my thigh over his, snuggling close. I thought back to earlier in the day when he'd appeared, unannounced and without ceremony on the path that led from the road to the Inn where I worked. I smiled, remembering how he'd looked standing there, his self-conscious smile, the clouds his breath made in the cold, how it had made my heart leap.

The few times I've tried, I've never been able to explain why I wait for him, why it's worth it. There were men who asked me out through the years. I could have gone on dates, been romanced, or spent the night with one of them. It could have eased the loneliness, but I never wanted it enough. All I wanted was Hokuto, and I was prepared to wait.

There was a freedom between us we'd never specifically spoken of or arranged. Each time he showed up out of the blue it was without the expectation that I'd take him in. And I never expected him to stay. Or even return. Neither of us owed the other a thing. There was no possessiveness, no expectations or demands, and in that unspoken arrangement we shared the time we had together without judgment or disappointment.

I kissed his cheek and slid my hand across his belly. I paused and let my hand rise and fall with his breath for a while, just enjoying his presence. I slid my hand down into his feathery, black pubic hair and over his cock. It was soft and warm. I stroked him idly, wanting to wake him, wondering if he was too tired to make love again.

I thought back on the evening, how charged the air had been between us during dinner, how tentative our first kisses had been and how quickly they'd turned to lustful advances. I thought of how his cock inside me felt as if it had awoken a live current of pleasure that coursed through my body in a strong, aching pulse.

It had been like that the first time and each time since; slow-building and intense until my orgasm shook me and I collapsed, breathless and spent. And each time I pushed aside the thought that this might be the last time and hung onto the pleasure and the moment, willing it to last.

I traced the line of his jaw with my mouth, enjoying the slight scrape of his whiskers against my lips. I moved lower and touched the tip of my tongue to his throat briefly before I kissed the soft flesh of his neck. He shifted in his sleep and made an indistinct noise. I moved lower still, drawing the blankets back as I did. I kissed my way down his chest until my lips touched the dark line of hair on his belly. I lifted his cock and drew the soft flesh into my mouth. It was warm and flaccid, but no less delightful on my tongue than when he was erect. I sucked him, enjoying the velvety softness and the elasticity of his flesh.

He shifted once more and mumbled something in Japanese. I moved my hand down between my legs and slid my fingers over my vulva. I was wet from earlier and the ache of arousal was starting to build inside me once more. I stroked myself as I continued to suck and stroke his cock. After a few minutes I could feel it hardening slightly in response to my touch, the shaft lengthening against my tongue. I moved slowly, my mind returning to the first time I'd taken him into my mouth and savored the slippery warmth between my lips.

We had been as silent as we could that night, conscious of the open windows and his sister's room just down the hall. We'd avoided speaking, communicating with our eyes and sighs, leading each other's hands and mouths to the exact spots that pleased us most. We'd avoided the squeaky bed, rocking slowly, wrapped in each other's arms in an overstuffed armchair, bent double on the floor, both of us panting and sweating, he guided me to my first ever orgasm by a man.

I hadn't been sure of how he felt until that night. He'd made it clear when he explained about the situation with his sister, that he wasn't asking me to leave my husband for him. He'd called himself unreliable, someone who couldn't be counted on to be around when needed. He spent most of his time traveling for his job, living in various places for weeks at a time, but never anywhere for much longer than that. I'd interpreted that to mean he wasn't interested in me romantically and despite how attractive I found him, I was OK with that. I wasn't interested in being with anyone now that I'd left my husband. I'd known it would take me some time to recover from what I'd been through.

I'd been at Hokuto's sisters for a few days when he told me he was leaving, off to Brazil for work. I'd known it was coming but facing the reality of it was much harder than I had expected. It brought into focus just how much on my own I was now.

I'd gone to his room after I'd helped his sister to her bed and knocked quietly. He'd smiled when he opened the door and I stepped through, trying to think of how best to begin to thank him for all he'd done. When I'd turned, something about the way he looked at me made my words stick in my throat.

I'd stammered, awkwardly expressing how grateful I was for the help he had given me. He'd continued to stare, a nervous look on his face. I'd felt the insistent throb of my heart as something intense but unspoken passed between us and I was overwhelmed with one desire; to be held and touched and made love to by him.

It had been a mutual movement toward each other, slow but without hesitation and the kiss had been soft, slightly restrained, but he'd drawn back first and I saw discomfort in his expression.

"You don't have to do this, Sophie," he'd whispered. "I don't want you to think you owe me anything."

I hadn't replied with words but I made myself clear by moving his hands to my waist.

"I told you," he'd continued, "I'm unreliable. I won't be there for you ... later."

I'd replied that I knew, that I didn't expect him to be there, and our eyes had locked for a full minute before he drew me toward him.

From there I'd entered a dream-like state of arousal like nothing I'd ever known before. We'd kissed for a long time, gentle kisses, open-mouthed and slow, and eager kisses punctuated with hungry sighs and the occasional clash of our teeth.

He'd undressed me slowly, his mouth following his fingers, kissing each new part of my body as it was uncovered. He'd guided my movements with his own, his strong arms lifting, twisting or bending me into different positions with firm but gentle pressure. He'd opened me to slip his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside me, and I'd surrendered to it all, lost in what might have been my first real moment of trust.

As if he was reading my thoughts, Hokuto sighed in his sleep, a long, drawn out moan. I was still stroking him, still sucking, and was delighted by how close to fully erect he'd grown.

I drew my mouth from his cock and whispered his name. No response. I shifted, letting go of his cock reluctantly and slid up his body to press my mouth to his. I kissed him and felt his lips twitch in response but his eyes stayed closed. I sat up and positioned myself so that my pussy was directly over his cock. I reached down and opened my outer lips and rested myself against his half-erect penis. I rocked back and forth, my wet pussy stroking him, a warmth and excitement rising with each motion of my hips.

He moaned again, this time I recognized my name, and his hands moved to touch my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned toward him, my hips still rocking slowly, and kissed him once more. This time he responded, his head lifting from the pillow slightly as his mouth sought mine. We kissed for a while, his hands roaming sleepily over my skin, his searching tongue lazy against my own.

I sat up and watched his eyes open slowly. A sleepy smile spread across his face and he lifted his hands to my breasts, cupping them lightly in his palms. I continued to rock my hips over his cock, noting how much longer it had grown since he'd woken up.

All at once he moved his hands to my hips, rolled me onto the bed's surface and slid on top of me, parting my legs. He entered me a second later and I gasped in surprise. He smiled down at me, his face full of a playful lust as his hips dipped and rose, his cock filling me again and again.

I reached for his neck and he bent to kiss me. At the same time he drew my legs up against my chest and pressed himself deeper inside me. I moaned against his mouth and arched my back in response. He held himself there as we kissed and then withdrew and knelt on the bed between my legs.

I tensed in anticipation as he moved my legs further apart and bent his head low to explore my pussy with his mouth. I bit my lip and clawed the sheets beneath me as his tongue dipped between my pussy lips. His motions were slow at first, his tongue wide and soft against my sensitive skin, warming, arousing, and teasing me.

His hands left my knees and moved down my inner thighs. I forced my body to relax and let my legs open wide as his fingers spread the outer lips of my pussy. I felt the touch of his tongue again, more deliberate this time, as he licked in long strokes from top to bottom. I sighed and reached down to stroke his dark hair. I could just see his face in the darkness, his black eyes looking back at me.

He continued licking, pausing now and then to pay special attention to my clit. Each time, I jumped when his tongue made direct contact, my thighs closing slightly.

His movements were precise, alternating between direct, exact stimulation and a more vague and teasing touch. His tongue moved urgently one moment, bringing me closer and closer to the release, and then slower, in wide circles all around, stroking anywhere but my clit. Then he would zero in again and let my arousal build once more.

I felt the pressure of his fingers at the entrance to my vagina and then the delicious sensation of being entered. One finger and then another moving in slow strokes, his tongue now pressed hard against my clit. I writhed under him as the pleasure built.

He thrust into me in a steady rhythm, raising his head to watch my reaction, adjusting the angle and location of his fingertips, searching for the spot inside me that would send me over the edge. He stroked my clit with his free hand and I squirmed as I drew closer and closer to orgasm.

I moaned his name, panting, and heard him answer in a hoarse voice, his own arousal clearly evident. I pushed my hips upward slightly and he quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting into me more rapidly and with greater force. "Sophie, you're so close," he whispered.

He bent his head again and when his tongue touched my clit I cried out and felt a sudden painful convulsion that immediately turned to pure, liquid pleasure. My insides quaked as he continued to thrust in and out, his wrist tense, his tongue moving like mad over my clit. I panted his name again and again and shivered as multiple spasms gripped me, sending waves and chills of pleasure through my whole body.

He drew his face away, his fingers still sliding in and out of me, more slowly now, milking a few, weaker tremors from my body before he moved above me, bringing his mouth to mine in a feverish kiss. The taste of my own wetness on his lips excited me, my exhausted pussy throbbing gently in response.

We kissed for a few minutes until my heart had stopped pounding. His cock pressed against my belly, slippery and hard. I pushed at his chest and whispered, "Stand up."

I slid to the edge of the bed and took him in my hand, stroking gently. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled at me, his hands resting on either side of my head. I smiled back and, without breaking eye contact, dropped my head down and licked at the head of his cock. He watched, his smile fading slowly, as I licked and then sucked him between my lips. I kept my lips tight and let the whole rubbery head slip over my tongue, gently increasing the pressure of my mouth for just a second. He sighed and closed his eyes.

I drew my mouth off and repeated the motions a dozen times, taking only the head of his cock in each time. His hands still held my head. I felt his fingers tighten slightly each time I sucked him in.

Little by little I increased the speed of my movements and each time I felt his hands urge me forward, wanting me to take more of his cock into my mouth. I let him lead me somewhat, inching my way down the shaft just a little each time until at last I felt the pressure of the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. Above me I heard him moan, his hands firm but trembling at either side of my head.

I drew back completely, turned around on the bed, my hand still grasping his cock, and stretched out on my back. I let my head hang over the side of the bed. "Come closer," I said, tugging gently at his cock, pointing it toward my waiting mouth.

Hokuto's face was heavy with arousal, his movements slow. He leaned forward and put one hand on the bed for balance as he bent his knees and eased his pelvis toward me. I guided his cock into my mouth and he slowly moved his hips forward, his eyes focused on his cock as it disappeared between my lips. I felt my throat being filled and then the soft warmth of his balls against my nose.

Above me, Hokuto sighed, his whole body shaking slightly. He shifted his weight and I felt his hand cover my breast, his other cradled my head, and he began rocking his hips back and forth, feeding his cock in and out of my lips.

I closed my eyes and could imagine the look of intense, restrained pleasure on his face, the way his jaw locked with effort and the creases around his eyes deepened when he was aroused. I arched my back, stretching my throat even more, and heard his sudden intake of breath as he moved deeper still into my mouth.

He was whispering, half in Japanese, his breath quick as he continued to fill my throat again and again. I could feel the tension in his hips as he moved, the tremor each time he reached the limit. He was holding back, savoring the sensations but close to the peak of his pleasure.

When he drew his cock from my lips I sat up and massaged my aching jaw. Hokuto slid onto the bed beside me and pressed me down onto my back. He bent and took my nipple between his lips as his hand moved to my pussy. He slid his fingers up and down a few times before pushing them inside me.

He thrust into me, his movements quicker than before, his thumb making contact with my clit each time he moved. His tongue swirled over my nipple roughly. I could feel his rapid breath on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched as his mouth engulfed my breast, his tongue working my nipple briefly before he closed his lips around it and sucked. He moved to the other breast and did the same, his fingers still moving in and out of me, my arousal rising higher and higher.

He drew back and knelt, spreading my legs. His hands closed around my ankles and he placed my feet against his chest, moving forward slightly so that my knees touched my chin and his cock slid against my open pussy. I reached between my legs and spread the outer lips of my pussy as he circled my clit with the blunt head of his cock. I moaned and pushed his hand lower, wanting him inside me. He followed my lead and with agonizing slowness entered me, his eyes closing as he filled me up.

I slid my hands out from between our bodies and used them to bring my knees back toward my ears. Hokuto tilted my hips slightly and began to move, his eyes opening again as he did. I looked up at his round face in the darkness, at the mixed expression there, the lust and admiration, and he smiled at me. I could tell by the way his jaw was set and the fact that he was barely moving in or out of me, just rocking with his cock buried deep, he was close to coming and trying to hold off as long as he could.

He moved one hand from my hip and touched my clit with his thumb. He pressed down against it firmly, moving in slow circles, keeping me on the very edge of the pleasure/pain divide. I gasped and dug my fingers into the flesh of my legs, squealing his name. He responded with a small noise and a quick but forceful thrust of his cock. He met my eyes and I saw him swallow hard, his thumb swirling more quickly, pressing harder, as his hips drew back a little further before another quick thrust filled me again.




The Taste of Trust



I squirmed below him making noises between grunts and whimpers each time he slid back inside me. Suddenly his thumb lifted and danced over my clit more lightly, more quickly and I felt my pleasure explode. He stroked me steadily, his face strained, his eyes almost pleading with me to come.

Finally I felt the ache inside me peak. Intense heat and pleasure spread through me as my muscles convulsed, squeezing Hokuto's cock in a dozen rapid pulses. I moaned without restraint, my hips jumping, my head rolling back and forth until my body relaxed and the last of my orgasm faded, leaving me feeling deliciously spent.

I looked at Hokuto and he smiled briefly and reached for my knees, moving to cover my body with his. He kissed me hard and immediately began pushing himself in and out of me again. He buried his face in my neck, his hips thrusting harder and faster. His breath was hot on my skin and I could feel the hammering of his heart against my breasts. I reached up and slid my hand into his hair, turned my head to press my lips to his ear. "Hokuto," I said in a whisper, "come inside me."

He made a noise like a cry of pain and lifted his head. His face was strained and sweaty and, I realized with a surge of affection, unbelievably beautiful to me. He grasped my breast and buried himself again and again inside me. Finally he moaned, his hips faltering, his eyes fluttering closed. He thrust a few more times and then sighed and shuddered, his hips relaxing against mine. He kissed me between panting breaths and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, holding me for a minute.

He slid from my body and rolled me on my side, his arms still around me. He kissed my forehead and I snuggled up against him, feeling alive and sated. We lay like that for a few minutes before I sat up and glanced at the clock. I kissed him and reluctantly slid from his arms to stand beside the bed. He watched me with a sleepy smile on his face as I drew the sheet and quilt up over his body. I leaned and kissed him one more time resisting the urge to ask how long before he left, and turned to get ready for work.

It could be a few weeks or only a few days, I never knew. He would wake one the morning and begin gathering his things. Or I'd come home to find his bags mostly packed. We'd spend a few bittersweet hours together and then he'd be gone. I had no promise he'd return but one thing I knew was that not a minute of the time we had together would be wasted.



The Taste of You... (if only)



If only you were here... 

I would be standing in front you, pressing my soft curvy body against you, wearing that little black basque I showed you and nothing else. The top is pulled down slightly so my boobs are uncovered, held up high by the basque beneath. My pink swollen nipples being pinched by the clamps, the weight of the heavy silver chain pulling on them. I love the ache from them, making my skin tingle, making my smooth pussy wet.

I'm kissing you while my hand gently squeezes your hard cock, stroking you, teasing. My hand working up and down your shaft, my thumb rolling over the head with each stroke. Sucking on your bottom lip, biting ever so slightly as my other hand runs down your chest and over your stomach before gently massaging your balls while I wank you with the other hand, my soft fingers encircling you; my red painted nails look so good against your skin. 

Edging back towards the bed, I climb onto it and kneel in front of you, my round soft ass sticking out under the black basque as I slowly swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, looking up into your eyes. 

I love kneeling in front of you like this, your slave to do whatever you want to. I love how you taste as I run my soft lips over you, running my tongue slowly down to the base and back again, you're so hard now. I love seeing you like this knowing how much you want me, and how much I'm going to tease you first.

The teasing is driving you crazy and you're pushing against my lips. I wrap them tightly around just the head, sucking so gently at first and letting my tongue swirl around it, you taste so good. One hand is on the bed supporting me, on my knees, legs spread a little, as the other hand strokes your cock more firmly this time as I suck you. 

I bring the other hand up and rest it on your thigh to support myself as I take you deeper into my mouth, sucking a little harder, more pressure from my lips now as I work them up and down on your cock. Your thick hard cock forces my mouth open wider, stretches my lips around it's shaft. My tongue is pressing against the underside, moving round and round slowly as I work your cock in and out of my hot wet mouth. Every few strokes I pull back and look you in the eye as I tease you with my tongue and drag the head of your cock over my soft lips. I lick you all over, wanting more of you before I wrap my lips back around you can suck you deep into my mouth.

When I can feel you pushing against the back of my throat I pause for a moment, letting my tongue work along the underside of your cock before sliding my mouth back to the head, working my tongue in circles over it. I love the taste of your precum on my tongue and I want so much more of it. 

Your hands are in my hair now as I bob my head up and down your shaft like this, always teasing you with my tongue. Bracing myself with both hands on your thighs to help me balance I suck you harder and faster, but I slow down a bit every now and then, enjoying the tease. I'm not finished with you yet.

Sucking you slowly right to the back of my mouth I pause and look up at you. I want to see the look on your face as I take your whole cock into my mouth. Pushing my tongue down towards your balls I slowly push you further into my throat bit by bit till I have your whole cock in my mouth, the head buried deep in my throat. I hold you there, just for a moment running my tongue all over the underside of your cock, loving the look on your face. 

I gently massage and squeeze your balls as I work my mouth back up to the tip, my head twisting slightly one side to the other, teasing you with just my tongue again before taking your whole cock again, back and fore, wanting you to cum now. I work you faster, harder... I want to taste you cumming in my mouth.

Your hands grasp my long red hair as you push your cock into my throat again, losing control, fucking my face. The harder you pull on my hair the wetter I get and I moan against your cock thrusting into my throat. Thrusting hard against my face, you stop, hot cum pouring down my throat, I pull back a little, wanting to taste it in my mouth. I slowly work my lips over your cock, sucking every drop from you, I love when you fill my mouth with cum like this. 

As your hands relax their grip on my hair I gently pull my mouth from your cock and lie back on the bed, stroking my soaking pussy, looking forward to the rest of the night. 

If only you were here...



The Taste Test



Having lived the student lifestyle for a couple of years I knew what it was all about. Endless sessions of drinking, sex and occasional studying mixed with a perpetual need for cash. For myself nothing has really changed. I still go in for the regular drink and sex sessions, and I even have studying to do, whether out on the road or in the office I rarely get to see.

Mary was one student who epitomised this lifetyle and practiced the drink and sex part as often as her budget would allow. However Mary was not a woman who accepted the Male student into her bed. She liked her man to be successful and older, not much older, but she set a limit at no man under 25. I was 27, I was a rep, I fitted right in.

Mary was not the tallest of women, but her diminutive 5'4 frame was full of curves, highlighted by her well toned bum. Her bubbly personality was at first intimidating, but soon her continuing laughter had you enthralled and you found yourself laughing with her.

I had arrived into her bustling student city with a hunger for young blood. Nothing perverted jut a nice 18 - 20 year old who was broad minded enough to try anything or anyone once. Mary fitted right into this category. She was a nineteen year old piece of well defined pussy who had gorgeous dimples whenever she smiled, which was all the time.

She first approached me in one of the renowned student bars in the city. I had spotted her in passing and hadn't expected her to leave the big bunch of girls she was with to talk to me. I grossly underestimated her lust.

After an enthralling evening spent in her company the bell finally sounded for last orders. She asked me did I want a cocktail to finish the night off. I asked her what sort. She replied a Slippery Nipple. Having said yes she grabed me by the hand and led me along the crowded bar and into the mens toilets. She found the nearest empty cubicle and pushed me inside.

When the door was safely bolted she began undoing her blouse and revealing her firm chest. She was employing the help of wonderbra but she didn't need any directrional aids for her small yet tight breasts. She unhooked her bra and revealed her nipples, pointing them at me like some double barreled weapon. And then she cracked probably her best line of the night. "They're only slippery if you wet them."

I didn't need another cue. I latched my mouth around her hardening nipples and begain to suck and nibble for all I was worth. The sheer force of my tongue lashing was causing her to moan and her growing arousal tested the strength of material in my own boxer shorts.

Mary was busying herself lowering her hipsters and knickers. When she finally pushed my head away from her engorged mamaries, she beckoned me downwards with another classic line. "Now lets see if you past the taste test." With one arm on my shoulder and one foot on the lid of the toilet she hoisted herself up onto the cistern. She grabbed the tops of the adjoining cubicles and latched her petite legs around my shoulders, drawing me in closer to her sweetness.

When my tongue first snaked its way over her cunt lips she almost fell off her perch with pleasure. All my waist up activity had obviously been having an effect below the belt. I continued my probing using one of my hands to prise appart her outer lips while the other reached up the short distance to fondle her breasts.

After licking her cunt in long strokes I eventually just concentrated on her swolen clit. About three minutes of this constant bombardment was enough to send her over the edge, bucking her hips and grunting with a wild animal lust.

I continued to lick her pleasure spot and her grunts of orgasm induced joy were reduced to whimpers of submission as the last ripples of her climax ebbed away. Kissing me on my perspiring brow she whispered breathlessly "Congratulations, you've passed the taste test... and you've won the top prize. Me! I'll say goodbye to my friends, you get yourself a ten pack. Oh, and a bottle of Bailey's." It was a bit of a strange request, but I knew what was being presented to me so I didn't argue.

As any man will tell you one of the hardest things to do is to walk through a crowded bar with a massive hard on. My recent encounter and the thought of things to come made my eight inches strain against my trousers and as Mary led me out of the bar I was swivelling and turning to avoid pranging anyone with my prick. I avoded almost all, apart from a middle aged woman who gave me a scowl at first and then checked me out as I mouthed an apology.

Mary avoided the usual decrepit Student flats by staying with her sister in a rather plush semi detached house in the sticks. However the lady had cleverly crafted her seduction to coincide with her sister's holiday in Ibiza, so we had the house, and all its possibilities to ourselves.

Just like before, Mary was the first to act when we entered the house. She told me to leave the Baileys on the coffee table in the sitting room and take a seat. She raced into the kitchen and came back a moment later with two glasses, filled with ice. She poured me a large measure of Baileys and herself the same.

She then sat down beside me and began stroking the inside of my leg. She started making small talk at first, saying how packed the pub was, that her friends had gone clubbing, etc. But then she got that develish look in her eye and said to me. "Do you know why I like Baileys? Because it's smooth and creamy, just like spunk."

With that she left the glass down, took mine from me and began to undo my belt and release my engorged dagger. With my cock exposed, and stroked to make sure it was at full rigidity, Mary reached around and fished an ice cube out of one of the glasses. She pressed it gently on the tip of my helmet, letting the liquer and the melting ice, drible down the full length of my prick.

She moved it down the underside of my cock and let it rest on my red hot sack. Only when the ice was fully melted did she take my length into her mouth, slowly at first, but then increasing in rhythm.

Not even her mouth at full stretch could accommodate my eight inches of meat, but she galantly swallowed at least five inches of it before withdrawing and going down again. I sat mesmerised as her cherry red lips moved smoothly up and down my thick shaft. Having waited in expectation for so long it didn't take much to push me over the edge.

However despite telling her I was ready to explode, Mary did not pull away. She latched on even tighter with her mouth, using one hand to grip the base of my prick while the other cupped and gently fondled my balls.

True enough, a few moments later I exploded, filling her mouth with my cream as she so wickedly desired. She never let up though, rasping her tongue around my still swolen helmet in an almost unbearably pleasurable way.

Eventually Mary relented on my dick. She pulled away and washed my load down with a mouthful of her drink. She gave me another develish look and dared me to do the same to her. I willingly agreed.

She hastily stripped down to her bare skin and sprawled herself in front of me, panting with anticipation. I told her to clear the coffee table and lie back on that, this she did by swiping the magazined off it in one go with her arm, she lay back on the cold wooden surface of the table and slowly parted her legs, realising I was staring at every sopping inch of her crack.

As she had done to me, I fished an ice cube out of one of the glasses and began to drizzle it slowly over her pussy lips. She let out a yelp in delight and shivered briefly as the ice cube made contact with her clit. I let the ice cube and the Baileys it was covered in, dissolve completely before lowering my head to again taste her sweetness.

This time the Baileys only heightened the experience. Mary was even more wild than before, she was abandoning all restraint and was urging me on to make her come with every breath. I decided to concentrate on her clit with my tongue and allowed two of my fingers to slip effortlessly into her snatch.

When Mary eventually succumbed to climax it was in the wildest fashion I had ever seen. She was writhing on the coffee table, with her head tilted over the other end, shaking from side to side. When the second or third wave of pleasure hit her she just rose in one smooth movement and took hold of my hair with both hands, forcing my head closer to her wet mound.

When she relented we both sat back, silent except for her heavy panting. She breathed an almost inaudible thank you before raising to her feet. She wandered naked into the bedroom and moments later walked back out, clothed in a bathrobe. "I always have a shower before sex" she said, looking at me. "Well no that's not strictly true" she continued "I always have a shower during sex!"

It sounded like a superb idea and I was keen to try it out. I stood up, my quickly stiffening dick still protruding from my trousers. I stripped off on the way to the shower, discarding my clothes on the floor, the bed, wherever was handy. All Mary had to do of course was to untie the bathrobe and let it drop provocatively off her shoulders.

The shower was already running, so both of us just stepped inside and immediately began caressing each other. For over twenty minutes we stood exploring each other's bodies. Mary's skin was flawless, and the curve of her stomach and thigh had my cock standing to attention throughout.

For her part Mary never let her hands stray from my shoulders, chest, backside and of course, cock. She left the shower first, neglecting to put on the bathrobe this time but spreading out a couple of towels on the bedroom floor. She sat down, her legs folded under her in the lotus position, and beckoned me over.

I sat with her, trying to adopt the same position, much to her amusement. "This has been a great night" she said, for the first time adopting a serious tone. "I would like to finish it on a high." I was keen to do the same and so the two of us lay down and began petting, as if the activities of the night had not happened and we were being intimate for the first time.

Eventually she asked me to get my condoms, which I did. I lay on my back and she gave my cock a stroke or two before rolling the rubber on and then lowering herself onto my engorged member. Like the shower moments earlier, this was slow and sensual.

Mary controlled the pace and was keen to keep going all night. Her breasts set up a smooth bouncing rhythm in line with her thrusts. I was responding with thrusts of my own, relishing the feeling of all eight inches of my cock being engulfed in Mary's lubricated tunnel. Not even the extra layer of rubber could take away from the sensuality of the occasion.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mary eventually picked up the pace, thrusting against my hips even faster and harder. My own explosion was imminent and by the concentration on Mary's face her's was arriving shortly too.

Both of us came within a matter of moments. Mary came first, wailing out in long lingering, exotic groans and then I, clasped by her convulsing pussy, could hold on no longer. I exploded, feeling my own cock convulsing, pushing my spunk into it's rubber prison.

Both of us lay still for a few moments. I was still on my back, still inside Mary, but she was no longer thrusting, instead lying on my chest, whimpering occasionally as she shifted her position. I took a long time for my cock, despite its exertions, to lose its rigidity. Eventually it did, and I arose to leave. I found my clothes where I had thrown them and quietly got dressed.

All my energy had gone, but my appetite had gone with it. I had had my taste of young blood and Mary had her fill of older men. I gave her one last kiss as she lay, exhausted and asleep on the towels. I threw a blanket over her naked form, appreciating for one final time the exquisite line of her thigh and midriff. Both of us had passed with first class honours.



The Tasted Cock



This story is written in response to someoneyouknow's superb story, 'A Taste Of Cock'. If you haven't read it I urge you to do so first; it really is rather good -- and I'm not the only person who thinks so. But, as I read it, I not only empathised with the main character, I also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the 'other' guy. That got me thinking and so this version of the story was born.

To make the stories gel I have, from time to time, lifted sections of dialogue directly from 'A Taste Of Cock'. Similarly, although I have added and enlarged, the basics of the story are the same. As this borders on plagiarism I contacted someoneyouknow and asked his permission first. He was gracious enough to give this story his blessing, and, for that I am sincerely grateful. 

On with the tale... 

So, yeah, I'm in the entertainment business. Well, that's what I tell my mum. The web site says I'm an 'escort' or 'chaperone' depending on which button you click but it comes down to pretty much the same thing. In my job I need to be easy on the eye, easy on the ear, acceptable in all company and, above all else, a good listener.

Because it's not what you think, it's really not. While, yes, there are the birds who want a no strings quickie and the occasional lesbian who needs a dinner companion so she can stay in the closet, the vast majority are bored and restless housewives who just want, for once, to be the centre of attention. They spend their lives being their husbands arm candy and, once in a while, they want their turn. And that's where I come in. A little wining, a little dining, an appreciative ear who tells them that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, they're still young and desirable and then it's off to bed for the big 'O'. And I never leave my clients wanting. I live and die by the old adage, the customer always comes first; several times if she can manage it.

But then, once in a while, there's the oddity. Oh, I've done my share of kinky stuff, although it's not as common as people think, but, from time to time, there's one that stands out. I mean, take the assignment I had other day, weird or what?

It all starts when Julie, OK, no, not her real name but no one uses their real name in my business, anyway, this Julie, she books me for a straight wine and dine. No sex, well, not unless she changes her mind later. I'm to pick her up at Euston Station, take her to this little restaurant I know, and, for the evening, she's Cinderella and I'm Prince Charming.

When I get there she's a bit of a looker. OK, not top model or anything and it's been a while since her eighteenth birthday but, compared with some of the clients I get, she's a dream. For starters she smart, dead smart. She's obviously been to the hairdressers that morning and she's taken a bit of thought over how she's dressed; dead sexy without being in the least bit slutty. What's more, she's no stranger to the gym and she's as fit as a fiddle. Part of me is hoping that she does change her mind about the sex part because, as soon as I see her, I'm definitely up for going back to her hotel for a little how's your father afterwards.

We sit and we chat and it's all going well. However, there's something on her mind. I can tell there's something she wants to ask me but she can't quite find the words. Time to turn on the old charm, find out what she wants and then give it to her. The restaurant isn't quite the place but it has a great balcony overlooking the Thames. It's a nice night and it's quiet and I just know she'll open up easier if we're out of doors. I suggest we take our brandies out there and she agrees. There we are standing side by side at the balcony rail looking out over the river and it's just perfect. I make sure my hand is available. We haven't touched yet, not beyond the obligatory peck on the cheek when we met, and, if she puts her hand near mine, then that's a sure sign that we're moving on to the next stage.

"Dan," she starts. OK, so I know, I'm no more called Dan than she's called Julie but, as I said, you don't use real names in my game. "Dan, you must have had some strange requests in your time. Have you?"

I glance across. She's staring out over the river and she doesn't want to catch my eye. Here we go, I think to myself. I wonder what this one wants?

"I've had my share," I reply. "I think you'll find me pretty broad minded and totally unshockable. Why don't you tell me what you want and we'll take it from there?"

"It's not for me, it's for my husband," she says, her voice gaining in confidence now that the Rubicon has been crossed. "I want to give him a rather special birthday present and I need someone like you, some one with your... qualifications to make it happen."

"Sounds like fun," I reply. I always say that, well, unless it's children or animals. If you tell the punter that you think their idea is fun then they can relax and that's when you get the nitty-gritty, that's when you get what they really want. "Tell me more," I prompt.

And she tells me. Well, I've known worse, I've done worse, and it's looking like easy money for not too much work. We agree a price. She baulked at first, but then they always do. However, I stood firm and, in the end, she came around and, with that out of the way, we agreed a time and place. We swap mobile numbers, I give her the one I keep one just for client work, and organise an outline plan. 

So it is that, a few days later, I'm knocking on a front door of a house in suburbia. It's nothing special either way, you know the sort, hey, you probably live in one. I've know better areas and I've know a heck of a lot worse. Hey, I came from a heck of a lot worse. The door opens and there she is. Wow! If she looked good when we met in the restaurant then it had nothing on how she's looking now. She's wearing this slinky little outfit in dark red and it's only just long enough to be decent. As we walk back into the house I'm checking out the view and I'm pretty sure that's all she's wearing. I'm not seeing any panties, that's for certain. Although it's not part of what she's paid for I'll have no complaints if I end up getting a little action with that sweet arse.

Once more we run through the plan. Her husband is due home from work in ten minutes and I'm to go into the spare room to get ready and wait for him. She closes the door and I get my kit off and put on my robe before settling down on the bed. Fortunately I brought the paper to read so as to pass the time because hubby was a little later than planned and, once he arrived, she had to do her bit first. Suddenly her head appears around the door.

"OK, he's ready," she whispers. "You know what to do."

"OK," I whisper back as I stand up and take of my dressing gown. "Will this do?"

She looks down and gives the old meat and veg a long hard look.

"Perfect," she replies. "Now, you know where to stand."

"I'm on it," and, with that, I make my way to their lounge as planned.

A few moments later and it's showtime. Julie comes back into the lounge but this time she's leading her husband who is stark naked, blindfolded, and with his hands handcuffed behind his back. He's also sporting quite a hard on. Julie has obviously had some fun getting him ready. She gives me a wink as she guides him to the centre of the room and has him kneel down. He's apprehensive but as horny as fuck. She bends down and gives him a kiss and, at the same time, she's giving me a nice view of that perfect arse of hers. her husband isn't the only one getting stiff, which, given what's coming next, is a good thing.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" she says to her husband.

"Yes, and I love you too," he replies.

"Do you trust me, really trust me," she needs the reassurance.

"Of course I do."

"There's someone else here," she drops the bombshell and, of course, he's shaken, really shaken but, noticeably, his hard on is as firm as ever.

"Who... who is it," he asks.

"It doesn't matter," she tells him. "I just want you to know that I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. You have to trust me. Please say you'll trust me."

He's a bit quiet at this point. Quite frankly it could go either way.

"I couldn't forget what we were talking about the other night," Julie says a little urgently, filling the silence. She too is aware that it could all go wrong. "And the more I thought about it the more I knew I just had to see it. The more I knew I had to go through with it. Please, honey, will you trust me?"

He's just knelt there but even with his eyes blindfolded you could sense the wheels churning within him.

"I want to see you suck another man's cock," she whispers.

There was a bit of a pause.

"I... I don't think I can," her husband whispers back.

"Please, for me." Once again she bends down and kisses his face. "I want to see what you look like as you suck on a cock, as your lips wrap around a hard shaft, as you take it down your throat. I'm horny just thinking about it. Please, for me."

Another pause.

"Yes," he replies at last.

"Thank you," Julie replies as she gave him another hug. She beckons to me to come closer so I went and stood right next to them. "At first I'll guide it in and tell you what to do," she continues. "But I want to see you on your own, sucking on him, your head moving back and forth, his cock filling your mouth. Will you do that for me?"

Her husband didn't answer directly but just opened his mouth. She reaches out, grips my cock and guides it in.

Whatever qualms he might have had seemed to evaporate as soon as I was inside his mouth and, although I wasn't completely hard at first, what he lacks in skill he's making up for in enthusiasm. 

"That's it! Suck it! God that looks so good!" Julie urges and, taking my cue from her I up the tempo a bit. However, I slightly overdo it and his head jerks back so Julie tells me to go a bit easier on him.

And then she starts giving him lessons. I mean, how bizarre is that. I'm stood, buck naked in these peoples lounge while she's crouched down beside him giving a master class on how to give a blow job. Hey, I didn't mind. It wasn't the first time my job had been to stay hard until the customer had had their fill. First she's telling him how to suck, then to lick it like a lolly and then to swirl his tongue around the tip. That produced a groan of pleasure from me and Julie looked up and gave me a smile.

Meanwhile her husband is really getting off on it. He's given up on the lessons and is simply sucking my prick as if trying to see how much he can take. Julie is loving this. "Suck on it," she growls. "Yeah, like that. Take him down your throat." She's right down beside him, watching intently. She has her arm around his shoulders and her free hand is tucked up under the hem of that dress of hers.

Now that he's got into it, her husband seems to want to experiment. He stops sucking and goes back to licking me like a lollypop but, that's not quite it. Each time he goes downwards he goes lower until he's licking my balls. I lean forward, pushing them towards him and give him an encouraging groan to spur him on. He's all over them, licking and sucking and loving every minute of it.

And then, without any warning, she steps in and pulls him back. She motions me back a step.

"Come here baby," she says as she pulls him to his feet and, with me following on behind, she takes him to the bedroom where gets him to first sit and then lie down on the bed. It takes a moment or two to get him comfy, what with his arms behind his back and all, but she gets him organised at last so that he's lying on his side with his head hanging over the edge. She gives me a little nod and, bang, I'm fucking his face again. 

"Now we're going to see how good a cocksucker you are," she says as she climbs on the bed with him. She's urging him to deepthroat me and, as an incentive, she's going down on him. He's obviously not doing well enough for her because she breaks off and lifts her head.

"Relax," she tells him, "you have to open your throat and relax. Like this."

Now she's taking practically everything he's got and, in turn, he's finding the right angle and I'm right at the back of his throat.

"That's it, that's it, you're doing it," Julie breaks off from deep throating him and scoots up the bed so she can really watch. She's now lying along him, her face inches away from where my prick is fucking his mouth and she has her hand wrapped around his prick and is tugging away like crazy. All the time she's telling him to go deeper and it's as plain as day that she's getting off on it as much as we are.

And then, suddenly, she pushes me away. 'What the fuck, now?' I'm wondering but, of course, I didn't say anything.

"One more thing, and you get to decide how you want it," she says calmly. "Do you want to taste him here on the bed or have him hold you down as he fucks your face?" 

I'm not sure the poor guy knew or cared that much but he managed to croak 'here'.

She then guides me up onto the bed and arranges him so his head is lying on my hip. That's all he needed and, without any urging from either of us, he's deepthroating me again and she's back down the bed watching.

"Oh baby, he's gonna cum soon," she says excitedly. "This is for you, this is for you."

Her mouth clamps onto his prick as I continue to pound into his face. Now, it's bad business to come before the customer and I'm having to hold back but I didn't have long to wait before he's shooting his load and she's swallowing every drop and, that was kinky enough to set me off and, he's still coming as I'm pumping my load into his mouth. I wasn't sure that he would swallow but he's in seventh heaven and determined to take every drop he can get. In the end I'd had enough and had to withdraw.

"Oh my god, baby!" She squeals. "That was beautiful! I want you more than ever. Please tell me you loved doing that. Please tell me. I want to hear you say you love to suck cock." 

"Yes, I love to suck cock!" he shouts. She's scooted back up the bed and it's all cuddles.

And I know when I'm no longer needed so, I get off the bed, pick up the envelope from the dresser, go back to the spare room, throw my clothes on and leave. As I sneak out I can hear them at it, hammer and tongs but my part was over. Part of the deal was that he should never see me, never hear me. I was never there, I was just the cock he sucked, no more, no less.

Except, there's always the chance of repeat business.



The Tasting



This story contains: MF, oral, cons.

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* * * * *

Tom didn't particularly want to go to the wine tasting.

He didn't particularly like wine.

Nor, in all honesty, did he particularly like the host of the event. Unfortunately, said host was also his girlfriend's boss, which explained why he had little choice in the matter.

The invitation had been issued a few weeks before--Jenny's boss, John, was hosting a charity wine tasting at his Lake Forest estate, and the pleasure of their company was requested. A few words from Tom to Jenny on just how pleasant John's company was had brought him an icy rebuke and a few nights of no loving. Though that last bit wasn't so odd these days; while their romance had begun with a great deal of fiery passion, too often lately it seemed they were just going through the motions while they drifted apart, neither knowing how to stop--nor caring enough to stop--the slow but steady ebb of their feelings for each other. Of late, most of the passion in their relationship was spent on arguing with each other, sometimes over the most trivial of matters, rather than on sex. While their screams had once been those of ecstasy, as Tom pierced Jenny body and soul, these days they were generally of a different nature.

Jenny was a vice president of marketing for a large hotel chain, of which John was president. As Jenny had complained to Tom on occasion, if you were a woman at a large corporation, you had to be twice as good to get half as far as a man, and she was determined to get to the top. John, however, had been impressed with her intelligence and perseverance and she had been on a fast track. If Tom thought, from time to time, that Jenny's good looks didn't hurt her any when it came to John's interest in her professionally, he kept those thoughts to himself. He didn't have a death wish, and there was no denying that when it came to hotel marketing, Jenny could ably strut her stuff.

Though he had nothing concrete on which to base his dislike of John, Tom was generally a good judge of character--at least when it came to men--and his opinion of John was far from flattering. He viewed the man as a user, a guy who saw his subordinates as tools--fine tools, expensive tools, tools to be taken care of, to be sure, but nonetheless, just tools, free to be discarded for other tools if the need arose. Not surprisingly, since John had taken an interest in her and more or less championed her way up the corporate ladder, Jenny took a slightly different view of him--sure, he could be tough, but business was business, and you didn't make money or get where John had gotten--where Jenny wished to go--if you were a wimp. As Jenny had essentially told Tom from time to time while arguing with him, Tom was a bright guy, but he was just a construction worker; he didn't really understand all the ins and outs of big business and corporate politics.

When Tom and Jenny had first started dating, she hadn't complained about his job--or the solid physique it had given him. These days...

Tom might have been a blue collar guy, and maybe he didn't have his finger on the pulse of the corporate world, but he did know one thing--he was stuck going to the wine tasting.

* * * * *

"Good to see you again, John," Tom lied, as he shook the man's hand.

"And always good to see you too, Tom," replied John, returning the firm grasp. "Glad you could make it."

In his early fifties, of average height with hair starting to turn gray, John hardly cut an impressive figure from purely a physical standpoint, but Tom couldn't deny that there was some indefinable quality about the man--people noticed him; when he spoke, they listened. Sort of like that investment guy in those old commercials on television, he thought wryly to himself. John had a forceful personality and over the years, had somehow managed to cultivate it, enhance it and, strange as it sounded, practically exude it, until the aura of it cloaked him and lent him a stature difficult to ignore. As Jenny was fond of retorting whenever Tom said anything negative about her boss, Tom was just jealous that he didn't possess the same magnetism.

Jenny was pretty magnetic herself. Though the dress code for the occasion was informal, Jenny looked stunning as always. Her brunette waves were freshly permed, cascading over her shoulders and the silk blouse she was wearing. The tight material clung to her form, highlighting the firm fullness of her breasts. A short skirt revealed tanned, muscular calves and thighs, wrapped around her taut little ass. When Jenny got dolled up like this, Tom had to admit that on that front at least, he was a lucky guy. When they weren't fighting, Jenny had an awesome body and she knew how to use it.

Tom exchanged pleasantries for a few moments with John and the circle of hotel executives gathered around him. Jenny was in her element, schmoozing with her fellow execs. As quickly and politely as he could, Tom excused himself from the little group, as always feeling a twinge of disappointment that Jenny barely acknowledged his leaving--nor cared. However, from past experience, he could almost calculate to the minute when Ernie, the head of development, would try to impress others in the crowd with his knowledge of wine. "This one offers a fresh, slightly fruity nose, with very subtle hints of strawberry and rose petal..." If Tom heard that pretentious snob break into his wine routine one more time, he thought he might teach Ernie that noses could also be broken, swollen and bloody, not just fresh and slightly fruity. None of which would, unfortunately, be good for Jenny's career--though it would provide Tom with some small measure of personal satisfaction.

Tom wandered over to pick up a glass of the event's second wine selection, fluting strains of the classical music being played by the musicians set up on the lower rear balcony of the mansion providing soothing background noise. Though there were over a dozen wines set up on the outdoor bar area, carefully selected to lead the taster on a controlled journey through various of the different types of wines, Tom knew he'd never make it past the third one.

"Wonder if Jenny'd have a fit if I asked for a beer?" he wondered to himself as he walked around the grounds of John's palatial estate. Though John made more than a decent buck at his job, he had made most of his fortune the old fashioned way--he inherited it. His father had founded the hotel chain, and while the family no longer owned the chain outright, Jenny had told Tom from time to time that John's interest was worth in excess of one hundred million dollars. His mansion and its grounds were all one would expect from such excessive wealth. Immaculate lawns stretched seemingly forever, their expanse broken occasionally by carefully trimmed bushes and trees, by gardens featuring a dizzying array of flowers in bloom. Their scent wafted through the air as he walked towards a white gazebo, laying on the shores of a small pond on the estate.

Idly sipping his wine, Tom slumped down on the grass, back against the small structure, cutting off his view and the noise of the party. "Much better," he thought to himself. Casting about, he unearthed a few small pebbles which be began to toss desultorily into the tranquil waters, watching the small splashes as they struck, the ripples spreading across the clear surface of the pond. Time passed in silence as he sat there, watching the waters, the trees across the way swaying slightly in the soft breeze, the birds soaring in the bright blue sky.

"Hi there," came a voice to his side, startling Tom out of his calm reverie. Flustered, he glanced up...and saw her. Later, Tom would rail in frustration that he was never afterwards able to properly express the view that met his eyes in those first few seconds. Maybe it was the sun in the sky behind her, blinding his sight with its brilliance for just a flash, distorting his vision. Maybe it was due to his being startled, or the wine, though he hadn't had that much to drink. Whatever the cause, he looked up and beheld a shimmering vision, a woman clad in a summer dress, face momentarily obscured, appearing for a brief instant like a sun goddess out of some ancient myth, golden rays of illumination seeming to surround her unearthly form. Mouth agape, Tom stared mesmerized, entranced by the apparition before him.

"Hello?" the woman spoke again and the illusion was shattered.

"Uh, hi," Tom managed to stammer in greeting, struggling to his feet.

"Sorry to have startled you," the woman laughed. "I didn't realize you were so engrossed."

The spell broken, Tom could see as she approached that she was no unearthly goddess but a real woman, very real and very woman. Her summer dress clung to the upper part of her body, emphasizing the lush swell of her breasts, while its hem swirled beneath her knees, playing peek-a-boo with her bare feet. Long black hair flowed in luxurious tresses, billowing over her shoulders and down her back. Clear brown eyes sparkled at him, while beneath a pert nose reposed a pair of full, red lips, upturned in a slight smile that seemed to hint of life's exquisite mysteries.

"No problem," Tom managed to get out without stammering. "Hey--I've seen you before!"

Having reached the gazebo, the woman leaned against it, idly twirling a finger around the lip of her wine glass. "Yes, though we've never met," she agreed. "I saw you wander over here a few minutes ago and wondered if it was you."

Though it was true that they'd never met, Tom _had_ seen her, many times before. Several months ago, while riding the train downtown to work, this woman had begun to sit across from him, on the upper level of the train. She was a knockout, and Tom had often snatched furtive glimpses of her over his book. From the way that she smiled at him occasionally when their eyes met, Tom had felt that his secret attentions had not gone unnoticed, and that more direct contact would not be unwelcome...but that was back when things with Jenny were still firing great on all cylinders. And so all he had done was stare at her from time to time--and then as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. Every day for a few weeks she had sat across from him, then one day she wasn't there. The next day when Tom got on the train, and every day that next week, he hoped she would appear when they reached the stop where she boarded, but he never saw her again. He had wondered for awhile what had become of her, before she had slowly sunk out of his consciousness. But that was no longer the case!

"I'm Tom," he offered, holding out his hand.

"Kim," she replied, shaking his hand in a firm grasp. "It's nice to finally meet you after seeing you on the train all that time."

"Yeah," Tom said. "I'm a little surprised you remember seeing me. I wondered what happened to you."

"I was just in town for a few weeks. I live in L.A. I'm a consultant, and I was just in town for a little while working on a job."

"Oh, are you back now for another job?"

"Just for a few days--some follow-up on the old one. Then it's back to the coast. What's your story?"

"I'm in construction," Tom replied. "From the laborer side of things."

"Oh. How do you know John then?" she asked with a smile. "I thought he didn't know anyone who didn't live in a suit and a tie."

Tom laughed. "Yeah, not too many I suppose. No, my girlfriend is one of his minions. So here I am. How about you--where do you know John from?"

"He's my cousin."

Tom tried hard not to choke on his drink as he was swallowing. "His cousin?"

"Yeah...but don't hold it against me," Kim laughed. "I'm from the poor side of the family; unfortunately, my side decided not to go along with John's father when he started the hotels. You win some, you lose some."

"That's too bad," Tom responded. "But don't worry--I wouldn't hold your being related to John against you. Besides, John's an alright guy."

"You're a terrible liar," she replied, sipping her wine. "I can see it in your face when I say his name, hear it in your voice when you say it. You don't think much of John, do you?"

"Well...uh, no, John's OK..."

"Don't lie to me!" Kim laughed. "That's alright, I've known him all my life and there's no question about it, John can be a bit of a prick!"

"Well, if you put it that way..." Tom laughed with her.

Leaning against the gazebo, gazing out over the water, they talked for a few more moments before Kim said, "Let's take a walk. I'd like to stretch my legs a little."

Wandering over the lawn, the two chatted. Tom found it very easy to open up to this vivacious, beautiful creature beside him, telling her of his boyhood in Skokie, of the various projects he had worked on, of him and Jenny. Though he didn't express the thoughts, as Tom spoke with Kim about his girlfriend, the realization came to him that they would be over soon, that they were each too different and too unwilling to change for the other, even if they were asked. It was no one's fault, really, it was just one of those things that didn't work out. For her part, Kim offered no advice, just listened to him, asking questions now and then, in turn talking about her job and family. Eventually, their glasses empty, they strolled back to the party.

Tom grabbed two glasses of the next wine on the program, handed one to Kim. She swirled it in the glass for a moment like a connoisseur, inhaled, sipped and swirled it in her mouth. Swallowing, she rendered her verdict.

"It's an audacious little wine," she opined with mock solemnity. "It kind of jumps up and slaps you in the face!" Her pink tongue crept out and slowly licked a few drops of wine from her lips.

Tom laughed. He could think of plenty of things to do with that pretty face, but slapping was definitely not one of them!

Exchanging short pleasantries with others at the bar, Kim offered to take Tom on a tour of the mansion.

"Sure," he replied, "though I've seen it before...at least parts of it."

"Not the way I'll show it to you!" Kim promised, her clear eyes sparkling, grabbing his arm and linking hers with it.

Sauntering towards the mansion, talking of this and that, they passed near the small cluster that had formed around John. Jenny was still there, vivaciously chatting. As they went by, Tom waved at her; she flashed him a quick smile, then went back to talking with the group. Considering that she was normally pretty jealous, Tom viewed her reaction as symptomatic of their problems.

As they walked up the short flight of steps leading to the rear balcony, Tom said, "I'm glad you remembered me from the train, though I'm a little surprised."

"Well, I _knew_ you would remember me," Kim smiled. "After all, sitting where you were, you could see up my skirt!"

Tom felt an invisible hand choking his throat, reaching in and throttling him. He _had_ been able to see up her skirt on occasion on the train, but was mortified to learn that she knew he had done it. He rapidly sputtered denials which sounded lame even to his ears.

"No, it's OK," she laughed, as he choked out yet another sentence saying she was mistaken. "I knew about it--hell, I let you!"

Tom quickly gulped some wine in confusion. It wasn't every day he was walking with a beautiful woman, and she admitted that not only did she know he had looked up her skirt, but that she had cooperated!

"I'm sorry," she smiled, clearly delighting in the crimson flush suffusing his face, his stuttering attempts at speech. She squeezed his arm. "It was kind of naughty of me but, I thought, what's the harm? It was fun--I hadn't flashed anyone in a while! I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

They had now entered the mansion, walking in through the open set of doors leading into the library. Casting wildly about for some way to change the topic, certain that if they stayed on this track he'd make an absolute fool of himself, Tom stabbed a finger in the direction of a portrait of a man hanging above the fireplace mantle. "Who's that?" he managed to ask, though he already knew the answer from a prior visit.

Kim allowed herself to be sidetracked. "Ah. That would be John's father, provider of much of what you see around you. As good a place as any, I suppose, to begin our little tour."

Kim led him leisurely through the first floor of the mansion, pointing out various items of interest. As they walked, her arm linked in his, her hip occasionally brushed against him, sending little jolts of electricity through his body. Tom was acutely aware of her presence, of her warmth and vitality. Outside it had been overwhelmed by the aroma of the flowers; inside, Kim's perfume, the scent of her hair, filled his senses. Tom was a little worried that the growing bulge in his pants would betray him, but if she noticed, Kim was silent.

As they passed by a bathroom, Kim turned to him. "Here, hold this," she said, unlinking her arm and handing him her wine glass. "I have to go tinkle," she explained, somewhat unnecessarily.

The door closing behind her, Tom walked a short way down the panelled hall and sat down on an ottoman. His feelings were a jumbled mess, though his hormones were clearly sending a unified signal. Tom had never been good at judging women--particularly ones he didn't know well--and it was possible he was misreading Kim's flirtation with him, but he didn't think it was likely. He was pretty certain that if he wanted to pursue a romantic liaison with her, his advances would not be unwelcomed. If it hadn't been for Jenny, it would have been a no-brainer. As it was, thinking of Jenny made him cringe slightly with guilt, though he hadn't done anything yet.

And yet, even with Jenny in the picture, he was still intrigued. Kim was gorgeous, sexy and fun. "Kind of like Jenny used to be with me," he mused bitterly. And as he was forced to admit to himself more and more these days, his relationship with Jenny was going nowhere. Their candle had burned brightly for awhile, but only a low flame remained, destined to be snuffed in the near future. If he had run into Kim a month from now, it might be that he and Jenny would have written their final verse. If he pushed it along...

His thoughts were interrupted as Kim emerged from the bathroom. He rose to his feet, met her.

"Here, I'll make you a trade," she said with a smile. She took her glass from his hand, and with her other hand, pressed a wadded up piece of cloth into his. Tom looked down...and did a double take. Kim had just handed him her panties!

Kim grinned mischievously, pleased at the shocked look on his face. "Would you be a doll and carry them for me?" she inquired innocently. "I decided since I was barefoot, I might as well just go that next step, but I don't have anywhere to put them!"

"Jesus!" Tom sputtered, half to himself. He hurriedly stuffed them into a pocket of his pants, frantically looking around to see if anyone had noticed the exchange.

"Looks like you've got a bit of a bulge there," Kim observed. It was true--and not just from the panties he had shoved into his pocket. She slowly licked some wine off the rim of her glass, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"I, uh..."

"Well, are you enjoying the tour?" she interrupted, clear eyes sparkling with humor...and something else.

"Uh, yeah," Tom said, flustered. First she had admitted she flashed him, now this! Though he'd had quite a bit of experience with the fairer sex, he had never met anyone quite like Kim.

"Well then, let's continue, shall we?" Linking her arm in his again, Kim started down the hall, half-dragging Tom with her as he struggled to sort everything out.




The Tasting



"Mmm. You're pretty in frills, sissy. Pink polka dots look good on you, and your lipstick is just so. Lift up your skirt for me, show me the panties you picked out."

"Aww, those are too small. Your cock is poking out. Hee! Now turn around and wiggle your cute little tush for me. Good sissy boy. Now get down on your knees."

"I suppose you're wondering why we're here. Well, I know you've been curious about sucking cock, so I've arranged a little initiation for you. We're going to have a cock tasting. It's like a wine tasting, but you don't get to spit it out into a cup afterward."

"Oh, don't be scared. These are friends of mine. Say hello to my sissy bitch, boys. Sissy, say 'hello' to the boys."

"Now, I'm sure my boys can tell a slut when they see her, but just in case, why don't you tell tell us all why you're down there on your knees."

"I'm waiting. Don't make me cross with you unless you want me to be spanked in front of all these men."

"You're here to 'service these gentlemen with your mouth'? I think you can do better than that."

"Good boy. That's right, you're here to suck cock. And why is that?"

"'Because that's what a sissy's job is.' Good girl. Now, who would like to be first?"

"Ooh, he's big, isn't he? Take a good look, sissy. This is what a real man looks like."

"Now, don't be scared. Just do exactly as I say."

"Put your hand on his jeans, there. Give him a little squeeze. How's it feel? Nice and thick?"

"Open his fly."

Zzzip.

"Give him a little nuzzle to show him you're interested. You like how he smells, don't you? You'll find out how he tastes soon enough. Mmm, down, girl, you're embarrassing yourself."

"Now work your fingertips under the elastic in his boxers, but don't pull them down until I say so. Now, say 'May I, mistress?'"

"What a polite young lady. Yes you may."

"Oh my, that's a pretty cock, isn't it? Get up close to it. That's right. Feel how warm it is against your face."

"Do you think it's too big for you? No? Brave little sissy. Go on, touch him. I know you want to."

"Aren't you eager? Shameless tart. Get him hard. I bet you know how to do that."

"Oh, my. Are you sure that great big thing is going to fit in your little mouth?

"Well, if you say so. Let's start slow. Give that nice big cock a kiss. There, right on the head."

"Mm, he's leaking. I bet you are too. You always get your panties stained. Go on, taste it. Just lick it up with the tip of your tongue.

"Do you like the taste? No? Well, it's a little too late for that now."

Mmph!

"Aw, you weren't expecting that, were you?"

NNNnnn-

 "Don't talk with your mouth full, dear. Now get to work. And don't forget to use your tongue."

Glug glug glug

"Do you like it when he grabs you by the hair like that? Aren't you glad I made you grow it out?"

Mmhm!

 "You look so pretty with your painted lips wrapped around his cock. I think I'll take a picture."

Click!

Glug glug glug

"Oh dear, you're not very good at this, are you? Don't worry, I'll make sure you get loads of practice."

Glug glug glug

Nggh... nggh...

 "We'll be here all night if we leave it up to you. Maybe we'd better hurry things along."

Gasp!

Fap fap fap

"There we go. Oooh, he's getting closer now. Better open up wide."

Fap fap fap

"Aw, you're going to have bruised lips, aren't you? Everyone's going to know what you've been doing."

Fap fap fapfapfap-

"Here it comes, sissy! Get ready!"

Fapfapfapfapfap-

Squeak!

Ahhh.

"Hee! Your face is all messy. Did you like that?"

"Good boy. I'm proud of you. You just sucked your first cock."

"You want to go now? But the rest of the boys haven't had their turns yet. You don't want to disappoint the boys, do you?"

"Your mouth is tired? I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie. Would you like me to give the boys your cute little ass instead?"

"That's what I thought. Pucker up, sissy bitch. Next in line!" 



The Tasting Game



The tasting game,

Fun games help keep us from going insane. One of my favourite games usually result in the bonding of two people, if you are gay that's fine but me - I love to indulge with very sensual games with Amanda, and sometimes Teresa and Philippa too because they are all girls I love to touchy feel, girls who are fun girly girls who don't mind a bit of a rumpus.

If that sounds like I am coming it a bit, that I am trying to show off, believe me I'm not because the girls are all in for the party games - and how.

Amanda is my present girl - I recently her invited her to a party, one of those guessing parties when, blindfolded and handcuffed (yes it was really one of those parties!) the girls had to guess what we were tasting.

My good mate Alex had thought of a really good game which inevitably would develop in oral sex, which arguably, is the most intimate foreplay of all.

When he showed me into the kitchen I expected he wanted some help in bringing the nosh into the lounge where a mixed gathering of fours girls and four lads including myself and Alex were ready for some eats.

Showing me some of the vegetables and fruits lined up on the table I asked how did he want them prepared but, with a wink of an eye he whispered into my ear and I knew what he was about.

"Could be fun" I said.

"The four girls must of course be handcuffed so they can't feel the offering and blindfolded so they can't see, else of course it would spoil the whole venture." Alex said with a glint in his eye.

On the table all in a line was a cucumber, courgette, banana, small marrow, and some sweet potatoes which came in varying sizes.

"It is the guessing game huh Alex?" I said.

"Yes, you've got it, but with a subtle addition to what you see here."

"Which is?" I asked - pretty sure, knowing Alex, what that would be."

His hand went down to his tackle and I instantly knew what he was about. Wow! This was going to be fun and I for one would have absolutely no inhibitions about presenting an alternative offering, something that was missing on the table but ready down under.. 

One by one Alex and I did the business and blindfolded each girl, and then tied the handcuffs behind them. They were all of chatter and the air was electric as the wandered what the game was.

The Alex told them what they must do;

"What you have to do is, one by one, guess by taste, the name of a particular fruit or vegetable - and to make it more fun you won't be able to see or feel it - and each of you must exit into the other room until you are called one by one to take your turn.

The girls were game, all chuckling and curious, it would be fun to see just how they would react. - it was my girl first chosen, and sat on a chair Alex took cucumber and gently teased it to her mouth.

"Tell me what do you think this is, you can take a nibble of you like, Amanda

She paused a little taking a sniff, saying she was pretty sure what it was but just a nibble would confirm.

"A cucumber!" she announced.

"Good girl" said Alex - and now this ...He picked up a banana and did the same, holding it close to her mouth.

"That's easy. I can smell it, it's a banana" she giggled.

And then the courgette which took a little more working out but watching her working her lips around it was really a turn on and instantly I felt a swell emerge in my pants.

She got that right and the Marrow too - although the bulk of that took a lot of nibbling by which time I was well in erection mode.

Alex winked at me, said I was next and already cock in hand I offered it to my baby. The other guys including Alex looked on with their tongues hanging out which made it all the more thrilling.

She sniffed it and let out such a naughty giggle.

"I know that smell but I had better have a taster to confirm" she said and the result of that was a very uplifting and tantalising mingling of lips, tongue and cock."

Alex had to pull her head away from me, she was so incensed with the job in hand (sorry mouth) telling her she'd had her time and come up with ten out of ten.

"Wow" I feel I am cock of the north" she said asking if she could stop and see if the next girl did as well..

That was fine and releasing her handcuffs and blindfold her hands were soon feeling the morsel she had just tasted, as she called it.

"No way are you gonna offer yours to other girls," Amanda said sternly, that is mine exclusive" and so rubbished the idea that I would enjoy being a mystery tasting for the others too, but Amanda said she would make up for that later, confirming she could so anything they could so but better!

The thought of that was gratifying to say the least and as the next girl came in, it was Teresa - I enjoyed the teasing touch of Amanda's fingers rummaging over my pants, causing quite a stir below, especially with watching Teresa go through the tasting procedure and seeing how she dealt with sucking Jason who had a fine specimen.

Again that resulted in laughter, Teresa saying that she knew that smell and taste, it was John, her partner!

Wrong!

Alex slowly removed her blindfold and she grimaced when she saw that she was mistaken, but Jason looked quite happy saying he had never been sucked like that before.

"I could have sworn, well they must all smell identical " she said trying to excuse herself - I did think the taste was a little more salty though."

Amanda consoled her saying it was only a game and they both joyfully watched the next two girls doing the sniffing and tasting bit which was enthralling and afterwards they all seemed happy, saying they would have to elaborate, next time for the guys to do the sniffing and tasting.

The mind boggles.



The Tasting of the Cock



Dave's dick twitched as he waited for what he knew was going to happen. He thought back to how this whole thing had started and knew that deep down, he did want this. In the dark recesses of his mind, these thoughts had made themselves known and he had started everything with his question.

His wife Sharon was sucking on him in that slow and deliberate way she did, taking her time to get him hard, his balls swelling as she delayed his release. He watched as her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding easily over his saliva-covered cock.

"What would you say if you saw me doing that?" he casually asked her.

Her head shot up and she looked at him, asking, "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Just a question. Something I read on Lit. The question was posed to women about how they would react if they saw their man sucking on another man's dick."

She looked at him, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, contemplating her answer.

"Don't know, never thought about it." She paused, then finished, "Have you?"

This was a tricky question. While he was as straight as they came, he couldn't deny that on occasion he had become aroused looking at images of men sucking on each other.

"Not really. I was just asking for your opinion."

"Not really? Either you have or you haven't," she replied. She released his dick and sat up on her knees, looking down at him. "Do you want to?"

Another tricky question. While it's not something he wanted to do, he had thought about it. But only under the right circumstances.

"I don't know," he told her. "It's not like I want to get on my knees at the first sight of a guy on the street."

"So you have thought about it," she persisted. Her line of questioning was taking him down a path he wasn't sure he wanted to go. For a few brief moments images he had seen of women sucking cock or guys sucking on each other flew before his eyes, his dick twitching as the thought of him sucking on a hard cock momentarily came to the fore.

"Well ..."

"Oh my god, you have!" Sharon was somewhere between amazement and disbelief. She had seen his dick twitch and heard the hesitation in his voice, the two combining to give his answer.

"Never mind," he grumbled, getting up from the bed to finish what she had started.

"Don't go," she said, taking hold of his arm and holding him in place. "I didn't mean it like that. You just caught me off guard."

He couldn't stay mad at her. Her steel grey eyes captivated him as they always did in these situations, his defenses useless against their overwhelming gaze.

"S'ok," he told her as he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, "it was just a question." He kissed her then got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

"I can finish, if you like," she called after him.

"Naw, don't worry about it," he replied, "this will only take a moment thanks to you."

Weeks went by and they lived their lives, their sexual romps keeping them entertained during that time. They fucked and sucked in every room of the house, sometimes hard and fast in the heat of the moment, other times long, slow, hour long sessions. They would titillate each other as their hands groped the other under the table at restaurants, her hand sliding inside his pants to stroke his cock before they left while his hand would glide up her smooth leg so he could bury a finger or two in her pussy or run his thumb around her clit.

He didn't know it then, but looking back on it now he realized she had been planning this night that whole time. She would make small talk with the waiters who served them, her eyes wandering down to their groins as she surreptitiously checked them out or watched their ass as they walked away.

She did the same thing wherever they went, his mind not realizing what was going on until now.

When he came home that night she greeted him just inside the door wearing a slinky, spaghetti-strap maroon dress which swirled about her thighs as she came towards him. She spun lightly on the balls of her feet, the hem of the dress rising up as she turned, and gave him the briefest glimpse of her bare ass underneath.

She handed him a glass of wine and kissed him, practically bouncing with delight.

"What are you happy about?" he asked, pleasantly surprised to be greeted like this.

"Oh nothing." The coy tone of her voice let him know she had something up her sleeve.

"Right, nothing. You just decided to meet me in that dress," he said, looking up and down her body, the dress hugging the curves of her breasts and hips, "which, I might add is very nice on you, with a glass of wine and a giggle worthy of a teenage cheerleader."

"Uh huh," she beamed, taking a small sip of her wine.

He took a sip, then a larger drink, the start of the weekend apparently beginning now.

"So what do you have planned?" he asked, moving to the living room and tossing his coat on the couch. Dave plopped himself down and took another drink of wine, the tang of the alcohol giving way to a growing warmth inside him.

Sharon straddled his legs and knelt on the couch, her knees beside his thighs, her hands caressing his face. He kissed the palm of her hand as it slid by, a warm and caring expression on her face as she did. Leaning over, she lightly kissed him then exhaled, resting her head against his.

"Ok, what's the matter?" He slid his free hand to her leg and lifted the edge of her dress, moving up her thigh then around to the curve of her ass which he rubbed and caressed.

He heard her exhale, her breath haltingly released as he touched her.

"I can't tell you," she quietly said, raising her head and looking at him. Her fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt and one by one, she undid them, her fingers straying up his neck to tease him.

"I love you," she told him, her voice rich with emotion. She kissed him again, her lips moving to his neck, her warm breath raising the hairs on his neck.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered, her lips grazing his ear.

"Of course." His mind was getting lost as her soft lips kissed him and her body moved against his.

"I need you to get cleaned up," she said, sliding herself from him and extending a hand.

Looking at her, he could only imagine what she had planned. Her touches had left him with the urge to run his hands up her legs and lift her dress so he could bury his face in her. He wanted to dive his tongue in her moist slit, to taste her juices, to hear her moan as he pleasured her.

But he didn't. He took her hand and stood, she giving him another kiss then raising his glass and forcing him to drink the rest of the wine in the glass.

"Trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, huh?"

"Something like that." Her eyes glinted with mischief and she bit her lip in that teasing way she does, letting him know something big was going to happen.

"You going to join me?" he asked, removing his shirt and tie.

"Not this time. Just take your time and make sure you don't miss any spots."

He gave her a questioning look but didn't say anything. Tossing his clothes in the bedroom, he went to the shower and did as he was told, the warm water adding to the effects of the wine, his body soon in a relaxed state.

When he was done and had pulled the shower curtain aside, there she was, waiting with another glass of wine.

"Gees, you really want me drunk, don't you?" He took the glass and without being told, took a drink from the glass.

"Mmmm, not drunk," she purred, "more, pliant."

"Pliant?"

"Ok, relaxed and open to suggestions. How's that?"

She was casually leaning against the vanity, her dress flowing over her body, her every curve revealed beneath the satiny material. There was nothing he could do, nothing he wanted to do, and his body took over, his erection growing at her sight.

"Hmmm, seems like someone is getting excited early," she joked, reaching out with a hand and lightly stroking him.

He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy her touch, her fingers sliding easily over his shaft, her nails dragging across his cock head, inhaling sharply at her exhilarating touch.

"Drink some more," she told him, raising the glass to his mouth and tilting it so he had to drink. He emptied the glass which she took from him then ran a thumb across his lips. He kissed it and she smiled.

"Come with me," she said, taking his hand and ignoring his bouncing dick. She took him back to their bedroom and forced him down on the bed, again straddling his legs, the smooth material of her dress sliding across his erection and making it twitch.

"Oh, you like that?" she teased, grabbing hold of the hem of her dress and deliberately letting it fall on him.

"That's not nice, teasing me like that," he told her as he watched her play with him. His hands went to her legs and slid up her thighs, his fingers sliding higher until they were fully under her dress and reaching between her legs.

"Nuh uh," she cooed, reaching under and removing his hands. She leaned over and kissed them, her eyes never leaving his gaze. Lowering his hands, she wrapped the fingers of her hand about his shaft and slowly pumped him.

Her eyes sparkled as she did this and she bit her lip for effect, enjoying herself as his hips moved while she pleasured him. She kept to her pace, not hurrying, his hard dick sliding in her hands, his heart beating harder with each passing moment.

She stopped and moved to his side, her hand still holding him. With a quick glance, she lowered her head and inhaled his cock.

"Uhhhh!" he grunted, her soft lips and velvety tongue like fire on his skin. She tightened her lips about him and gently sucked on him, her head in place for the moment. Bobbing her head a few times, she popped her mouth from him and sat up.

"Ok," she chirped as she slid off the bed, "you need to get up." As before, she extended her hand to him which he took and climbed out of bed, somewhat perturbed that she had stopped.

"Stand here," she told him and left the room, returning less than a minute later with another glass of wine.

"What are you...?"

"Just drink," she cut him off, handing him the glass and watching as he took a drink.

"One more. A big one," she told him.

Doing as he was told, Dave finished most of what was left, the effects of the alcohol making itself known. He felt warm and relaxed with hints of giddiness creeping into his mind.

Taking the glass from him, Sharon put it on her dresser then opened a drawer and pulled out a black scarf. Walking behind him, she placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head.

"Ohh, kinky," he joked, not realizing then how kinky things would get.

"You can't see anything, can you?" she asked him.

"Nope. Blind as a baseball."

"One more thing," she told him and he heard her walk from him then the sound of something metallic being moved.

"Trust me," she said in his ear right before she grabbed a wrist and pulled it behind him. He felt a cold ring wrap around it and before he could react, she did the same thing with his other wrist. It was then he realized his hands were cuffed.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Trust me," she whispered in his ear. "Want another drink?"

"I'm feeling a bit fuzzy so some more won't hurt. We're not going anywhere tonight, are we?"

"No," she said and moments later the glass was at his mouth. She slowly tilted it and he drank from it, assuming he emptied it when she took it away.

She took him by the arm and they slowly walked out of the room and towards what he finally guessed was the living room. His dick bounced as he walked, the sensation making him giggle in his alcohol-tinged state. Sharon didn't say a word but kept a firm grip on his arm, making sure he didn't bump into the walls as they walked.

When they got to where she wanted, she helped him kneel on the floor, the carpeting absorbing the weight on his knees.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, her warm voice easing its way into his mind.

"Of course," he told her.

"I love you," was her reply and she kissed him, her lips pressed firmly against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. When she stopped she held his face in her hands, a thumb again sliding across his lips.

"There's someone else here," she told him, that fact jolting him out of his semi-stupored state.

"Who?" Dave's heart thudded in his chest, the realization that he was effectively helpless with his hands cuffed behind him as he knelt on the floor.

"It doesn't matter," she continued. "I just want you to know that I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. You have to trust me. Please say you'll trust me."

He didn't know how to respond. Of course he trusted her, but what was the other person doing here? And why was he cuffed and on his knees? Why was she saying to trust her?

"I thought about your question," Sharon quietly said. "I didn't want to think about it, but there was something about it which I couldn't let go. I tried to imagine what it would be like, but I just couldn't see it. Then the more I thought about it, the more I did want to know."

She was rambling, apologizing for something which hadn't occurred. And what question was she talking about? He heard the barest of sounds and felt her warm breath in his ear.

"I want to see you suck another man's cock," she whispered.

There it was. The reason for everything. The reason he was blindfolded and cuffed. The reason she kept giving him wine. The reason she kept saying to trust her.

"I ... I don't think I can," Dave told her, his stomach, despite the wine, turning in knots. He wanted to get up, to get away, but something kept him there. He had thought about this moment, not in a desirous way, but in the normal curious way one thinks about such things.

"Please, for me," she whispered, kissing his face and tracing a finger across his cheek. "I want to see what you look like as you suck on a cock, as your lips wrap around a hard shaft, as you take it down your throat. I'm horny just thinking about it. Please, for me."

She was almost pleading for him to say yes and the more he listened to her words and the more he thought about what she was saying, the more he knew he wanted to do this. His dick pulsed as he thought about that man meat in his mouth, how it would feel as it slid back and forth across his lips, how it would feel as his head was held in place as hips thrust that cock into his mouth.

"Yes," he hissed, his heart racing as he thought about what was going to happen. His dick twitched as his excitement grew, his breaths growing heavy and labored as the anticipation of that first touch nearly overwhelmed him.

"Thank you," Sharon said, her head leaning against his. Her hand slid across his chest, feeling the thudding of his beating heart then lower until it grazed his cock dancing in his lap. "Open your mouth," her soft voice told him, then he felt her leave him as he waited for what was to come.

Over the sound of blood rushing through his ears, he heard the barest sound of someone walking across the carpet then felt their presence in front of him. More movement, someone else was next to him, then Sharon's hand on his back.

"Ready?" her soft voice asked.

He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as any moment he would taste his first cock.

"I'll guide it in and tell you what to do. At first," she told him. "But I want to see you on your own, sucking on him, your head moving back and forth, his cock filling your mouth. Will you do that for me?"

Dave was almost panting, his mouth open waiting to receive him, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

There was a slight pause then he felt him step forward and seconds later the hand on his back pushed him forward until that dick touched his tongue. It slid further into his mouth and he closed about it and held it in place. Dave felt the girth spreading his mouth, the pulse of blood flowing through a vein on that shaft, the warmth of another body on his tongue. He wasn't fully hard, that Dave could tell, but his firmness was all that was needed. Caught up in the lecherous thrill of a man's cock in his mouth, he started sucking on him.

"Oh god that looks good!" Sharon told him. "Like that. Suck on it."

Dave didn't know what he was doing. His mind was overwhelmed by the effects of the alcohol and the sensation of sucking on a man's cock. He felt the roundness between his lips, the weight heavy on his tongue, the tinge of the saltiness of his skin. He puffed out his cheeks as the cock pushed in, the head almost at the back of his throat before slowly pulled back.

The dick slid from his mouth and he felt a small sense of emptiness. It wasn't what he had imagined it would be like. It was better! He opened his mouth and instantly that dick was pushed in, this time more forcefully and Sharon's hand held him in place as his head jerked back.

"Easy," he heard her say, realizing she was talking to who was attached to that glorious cock in his mouth.

He moved his head back and forth, dragging his lips across that shaft, his tongue flicking as best it could. Though he may have thought about it, he couldn't remember how he imagined he would do it and tried everything he could think of.

"Not so much," she told him, pushing him back so just the head was between his lips. "Suck gently," she calmly instructed, "now run your tongue around his head."

Dave swirled his tongue about that oddly pliable head, his lips still sealed around the shaft, his cheeks flexing as he tried to suck at the same time. He heard a moan as he licked him, the sound of a man's voice in sexual elation as he was pleasured setting of an erotic tingle that went to his toes. He abandoned what Sharon had told him and moved his head back and forth, that cock sliding in and out of his mouth.

"Oh baby that's good," he heard her say as her hand left his back. He bobbed back and forth, rocking his body in his kneeling position, sucking on him as he heard another moan.

"Suck on it," Sharon growled. "Yeah, like that. Take him down your throat."

"Mmmff!" he moaned, his mouth stuffed with a cock which was slowly fucking his face. He rocked his head faster, his jaw beginning to ache, feeling the hardness in his mouth thrusting and pulling in rhythm.

"Lick him with just your tongue," Sharon instructed him. The dick slid from his mouth and with her guidance, Dave rested his lips on the underside of that cock and used his tongue to flick up and down its length.

Dave licked the underside of the cock head, hearing a sharp inhalation as the dick bobbed up and down as he licked it, his lips then kissing the length, his tongue shooting out to graze the shaft with its tip. Further down he went, his lips caressing the taut skin, until he had to turn his head when he got to the base of the shaft where he sucked on the the skin. His tongue flew out and licked the nude scrotum, the heft of those balls bouncing against his tongue.

"Oh god!" he heard Sharon moan, her voice urging him on. With a few false starts, Dave finally found what he was looking for and as gently as he could, took one of those balls into his mouth and sucked on it.

There was a long, deep moan as Dave took each ball in turn into my mouth. He felt damp skin on his face, damp because of his sucking, and rubbed against him, feeling his warmth on his cheek, that dick sliding across his skin. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, his tongue lashing out to flick against that hung sack and finding it, carefully moved upwards until he felt those balls touching his lips. With only his tongue he gently juggled those balls, licking and kissing each in turn, hearing him groan and feeling the body lower itself towards his mouth.

But Dave wanted to taste him again and moved his head upwards until he felt the firm shaft sitting on his face. Though he couldn't see him, Dave followed the length back until he found the head and sucked on him again, tasting the precum which had gathered at the tip. Though small, he had the first real taste of him and eagerly sucked on him, wanting to taste more of him.




The Tasting of the Cock



"Come here baby," she told him and she lifted up on his arm, his body caught in mid suck, that dick pulled from Dave's hungry mouth. Unsteadily he rose with her help and she walked him back to what he soon realized was their bedroom. He moved his jaw in circles trying to relieve the ache it felt despite his willingness to suck more.

"You're going to sit down," her voice told him, and she gently pushed him down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Now lay down and turn around so your head is at this end," she said. Dave wiggled his body into position, trying to find a comfortable spot for his bound hands to rest. When he was set, she had him slide further towards her until his head was hanging over the edge of the bed.

She gave him a long, deep kiss then told him, "Now we're going to see how good a cocksucker you are. Open your mouth again." He did as he was told and felt her climb into bed next to him, soon followed by his presence in front of his face.

The dick was slid into Dave's mouth and immediately he clamped down on it, sucking greedily in his upside down position. The bed moved and he could tell a body was leaning over his, that dick pointing squarely into his mouth and down his throat. As he lay on his back, the dick was slowly pushed farther and deeper into his mouth, then to the back of his throat.

"Relax," Sharon told his, "you have to open your throat and relax. Like this."

With a dick shoved in his mouth, Dave moaned and squirmed as he felt Sharon clamp her own mouth over his dick and slide it down her throat. He was caught between sucking on that cock and her sucking on him, his body going into sexual overload as the two sensations competed for his attention.

He did his best to relax, opening his throat and feeling the cock pushed to the top of his throat. He opened his mouth wider, very wide, moving his jaw in small circles as he gave more room for that cock to push in deep.

"Oh my god!" Sharon squealed as she popped her mouth from his dick. "You're doing it!" She crawled next to him and repeatedly kissed his face, her fingers sliding over his lips wrapped around that shaft.

"I wish you could see this," she breathed, "this is so hot seeing you suck on him." She kissed him again and again, her hand sliding down to grab hold of his erection and stroke him several times.

"Like that, like that," she urged him, the dick moving back and forth in short strokes as he sucked on it while it was pushed down his throat. Dave relaxed his throat and body as much as he could, trying his best to take as much of that cock inside him, taking calm, deep breaths through his nose. He loved this. The feeling of a dick sliding into his throat, the thickness filling his throat. He wanted it all.

"Go deeper," Sharon said, the dick pushing further down his throat until Dave thought he would either gag or be unable to breathe. He sucked air through his nose, the raspy sound overwhelming in the otherwise quiet room. He opened his mouth both to try to breathe and to moan as the cock head flexed in his throat.

"Pull back," Sharon commanded and immediately the dick was pulled from Dave's mouth. He licked his lips and moved his jaw, catching his breath as he did.

"Oh my god, that was wonderful!" Sharon cried, bouncing on the bed next to him. She kissed him again, her tongue furiously swirling in his mouth, her lips locked around his. Her hand pumped him several times before he felt her velvety mouth again slide over him. He moaned loudly, his body twisting as her touch brought him almost to the edge of release.

"Almost done," she said in a quiet, calm voice once she removed her mouth from his cock. "One more thing, and you get to decide how you want it."

Dave merely nodded, his body so aroused he couldn't speak. He felt her slide up next to him on the bed then run her hand across his chest. It slid up his neck to his face, then across his lips.

"Do you want to taste him here on the bed or have him hold you down as he fucks your face?" Her voice was soft yet firm, her touch light and fleeting.

Dave's mind drew a blank. How did he want him? He didn't care, so long as he got to have him in his mouth again.

"Here," was the only word he got out, his heart racing as his chest heaved with anticipation.

"Ok," she said, kissing him again and again. She helped him slide into position and they waited while he slid next to them. Sharon guided Dave so his head was lying on a hip and with a hand on his back, she put his face right in front of that dick.

As soon as he felt the cock head on his lips he took it in his mouth, moving his head and body down so he could suck with abandon. Lying sideways, he was able to bob his head back and forth at an angle, the cock sliding easily in and out of his mouth. Dave stopped for a moment and used his tongue to swirl about the shaft, moving his head back far enough so only the cock head was between his lips. His tongue licked with zeal, those hips rising as he did and shoving the cock into his mouth then pulling back. 

Over and over Dave bobbed his head, slurping and gobbling as he did, hearing breaths growing louder with each passing minute. Dave felt him moving with him, the cock sliding from his lips then forced back in, being used for someone else's pleasure. A hand went to his back, holding him in place and with long strokes, the cock thrust deep into his mouth.

"Oh baby, he's gonna cum soon," he heard Sharon say, then felt her move on the bed and slide up to him, her hair brushing against his thighs

"This is for you," she breathed, followed immediately by her mouth clamping over his cock. She sucked hard, no longer taking her time, her mouth, like his, willing to receive.

Dave was so aroused that before he knew it, he was cumming. He moaned with that cock buried in his mouth, his mind trying to stay focused on sucking him but momentarily overwhelmed as he emptied his balls into Sharon's mouth. His hips bucked against her as he came, his whole body in near convulsions as he shoved his dick into her mouth while his own mouth furiously slobbered on that shaft. He was still moaning as Sharon sucked on him when he felt that dick surge to hardness and braced myself. The hand went to the back of his head and locked him in place as those hips pumped hard and rammed that cock to the back of his throat, the first stream of cum blasting into Dave's mouth.

Dave drank his seed, barely able to choke it down or register what happened when the next stream filled his mouth. He swallowed hard, this time tasting the salty, viscous cum, the dick sliding effortlessly into his mouth as it continued to cum. He could feel the dick pulsing in his mouth as he sucked the cum down his throat, his lips flexing and pressing around the shaft to drain him. Dave let himself be used as a fuck toy, the stirring in his body to suck on cock blotting out everything else.

With a loud groan and a powerful thrust of the hips, the cock was yanked from Dave's mouth then roughly shoved back in, the cock head compressing as it popped in and out between Dave's lips. His mouth greedily tried to suck on it so he could taste more of that cum stream, thwarted as the cock pistoned back and forth. Moans filled the room as those hips thrust up and drove the dick into Dave's mouth, short, sharp breaths taking over as the hand kept his head down. The cock plunged into Dave's mouth and for a brief moment hit the back of his throat, a small gob of cum shooting directly down that open path as Dave's face was fucked.

Dave gagged but held his ground, the movements becoming slower and less forceful until the softening dick back moved back and forth through his lips, the sensation of which he wanted to hold on to as long as he could. Dave sucked on him, hearing moans as he did. The hips jerked as Dave pulled on him and swirled his tongue around that shrinking dick.

Finally, the dick was pulled from Dave's mouth and they lay heaving on the bed, the hand finally releasing his head from its grasp. He could smell him in the air, the musky scent of his loins mingling with the smell of his cum on Dave's mouth. Not satisfied, Dave moved his head until he felt the flaccid dick and picked it up in his mouth, amazed at how different it felt now that it was no longer hard. He sucked gently on the dick, the softness of the skin a sharp contrast to how tight it was just minutes before. There was a moan as Dave sucked on him, a single jerk of the hips as he did. Dave rolled it around his mouth until he felt he had sucked and cleaned it enough and let it fall from him.

"Oh my god, baby!" Sharon squealed, her hands holding on to his face and kissing him, tasting the two of them. "That was beautiful! I want you more than ever," she told him. "Please tell me you loved doing that. Please tell me. I want to hear you say you love to suck cock." She kissed him again and again, preventing him from answering until he twisted his head from her grasp.

"Yes, I love to suck cock!" he told the two of them, his first time more exhilarating than he had imagined in those moments when he first saw those pictures.

** END **



The Tasting



"Have you ever been upstairs here?" Kim asked.

"No," admitted Tom, relieved for that the conversation was normal for a moment. "Just the first floor."

"Then come on."

Reaching the winding staircase rising from the grand entry hall, Kim and Tom ascended it, the hard sound of his shoes on the wood contrasting with the soft padding of her barefeet. As they climbed to the second floor, Kim pointed out some of the design features of the room and the stairwell, identified some of the paintings lining the walls. Tom responded politely, only half paying attention, the rest of his focus on her warmth next to him, her scent flooding his senses, the purring sound of her voice.

Walking down the carpeted hallways, various different rooms went by in a blur. The more he and Kim talked, the more enamored of her he became, the more Jenny was pushed to the back of his mind.

"And this is the game room," Kim announced, as they reached the end of a short hallway. Opening the door, she motioned Tom inside. He entered and let out a low whistle.

"Now this is a room I could get used to," he approved, as she stepped into the room behind him and closed the door.

The room was huge. Tapestries hung from the walls, depicting various coats of arms. A bar was set along one wall, an impressive array of liquor and a large refrigerator behind it. From another wall hung a dartboard, next to it a board for keeping score. "The way I throw," Tom thought from himself, "they should pay me to keep me from throwing darts. I'd be more likely to punch through a window than hit the board!"

In another corner was a media center, not as grand as the one Tom had seen in the room devoted to that function downstairs, but still leaps and bounds ahead of the set-up he had at home. Tables were arranged at various points around the room, clearly intended for use when playing cards or boardgames.

The centerpiece of the room was a large pool table, massive and ornate, its green felt surface immaculate. "Now this is one serious pool table," Tom remarked, as he walked around it, sliding his hand along the edge.

"Yeah," said Kim. "John's a pretty intense player--it's one of his few hobbies. Care to play?"

"Sure," Tom said.

"Then rack 'em up. I'm going to get a little more to drink. You want anything?" Kim asked, as she moved towards the bar.

His throat suddenly dry as he watched Kim's ass move fetchingly beneath her dress as she walked, fully aware that she wasn't wearing any panties, Tom briefly considered his options to that question before going with, "I'll take a beer if there's one in the fridge."

As Tom finished racking the balls, Kim returned with his beer, her own wine glass half full. Handing his drink to him, she offered, "You can break."

"Thanks...ah, much better," he sighed as he took a healthy swig of the amber fluid.

They each grabbed a cue. Setting his drink down, Tom walked around the table and placed the cue ball down on the table. Across the way, Kim slowly sipped her wine, smiling enigmatically, while sliding her hand up and down slightly on her cue.

Tom swallowed, throat suddenly parched again. Bending down, he broke. Balls scattered to the four winds.

The game progressed; neither was terribly good, but they weren't that bad either. Then again, Tom might have played better if his thoughts were focused on the game, but Kim seemed to take every opportunity to brush up against him as they played--not that he minded. On more than one occasion her hip slid across the back of his hand, reinforcing the knowledge that the flimsy covering her ass had once had beneath her dress now reposed in Tom's pocket. For his own part, Tom often endeavored to be across the table from her when she shot--bending over to take a shot, her dress fell down away from her chest, revealing the upper slope of her full breasts. Tom knew Kim knew what he was doing, and he also knew that she didn't mind--she just smiled sweetly at him and shot. On the other hand, Tom's pants now sported a fairly good sized bulge (in addition to the one from Kim's panties!), a situation which he knew was not lost on his pretty opponent, whom he caught gazing at it from time to time. He also didn't mind. Nor was he thinking of Jenny anymore.

They split the first two games, with Tom downing a few more beers and Kim draining her wine glass, but not bothering to refill it. From time to time, she would take a sip of Tom's beer. "Sort of like exchanging a secret kiss," thought Tom, trying to remember what movie he had first heard that line in, though he was pretty certain that cinematically, it had applied to taking turns smoking the same cigarette.

It was mid-way through the third game when it happened. Tom was lining up a difficult bank shot, when suddenly, he felt Kim pressing her length against him from behind. Even through their clothes, her intense warmth was palpable; for an instant, Tom thought he might combust.

Her voice came, so close to him, breathing, hot little breaths, in his ear, the smell of her hair filling the air. "You're looking at the wrong pocket," she whispered, sliding one of her hands across his chest. The skin along the path she traced burned with exquisite sensation. "And using the wrong cue." Her other hand slid lower, sliding across the front of his pants, caressing the outline of his rapidly hardening penis. He gasped as he felt her hand move across him, groaning as she scratched his testicles with her fingernails through the material.

Dropping the cue, he turned to take her in his arms, was surprised with the intensity of her response. She pushed him up, tight against the pool table, grabbing his head and pulling his lips down on hers. Her soft lips parted as they met, the tongue he had seen flicking out to lick wine from her glass now darting out, pressing against his mouth, seeking entrance. Her hands roamed feverishly across his body, squeezing his ass cheeks, sliding along his back, as she ground herself into him.

Head spinning, Tom crushed her to him, thrilling in the erotic duel their tongues were engaging in, first one, then the other, advancing or retreating between opened lips. She tasted of wine and life, of summer and of promise, and he felt like he could drink her forever, sustaining himself on her primal essence.

Recovered from his initial surprise, Tom was no passive participant; his own hands rove across her, feeling Kim through the thin material of her dress, his senses delighting as he cupped her taut ass in his hands, pulling her groin against his, grinding his hardened length against her pubic curls, only a few layers of seemingly inconsequential cloth separating them. Her full breasts lay squashed against his chest; he imagined he could feel their diamond-hard tips scourging his flesh where they met. At his waist, her hands fumbled, frantically undoing his belt, sliding his zipper open so she could slide a dainty hand in and grasp his naked, hot shaft with her slim, cool fingers. Tom groaned in delight as the beautiful young woman began sliding her hand up and down on his length, her other hand still busily working at undoing his restraints. Her silky smooth palm was exquisite as it slid along him, slightly wet with the drop of pre-cum she had found at the tip of his cock, rubbing it into him.

Finally successful in undoing his belt and the button on his pants, Kim broke off their fevered kisses. "I want to taste you," she whispered, staring up at him, her dark eyes shining with excitement and the promise of unimaginable delights to come. Slowly she slid down his body, still staring straight up at him, sparkling eyes boring into his. "I want to feel you in my mouth, to suck you, to feel you boil over."

Tom had to grasp the edge of the pool table against which he was leaning to steady himself. His senses were reeling, he swore for a moment the room was spinning like some giant merry-go-round in an erotic carnival of fleshly delights--"Step right up, see Kim the fellacitrix kill a man with pleasure!"--the sensations her clever little hand was wringing from his cock, the anticipation of those soft, wet lips on him driving him to distraction.

Staring at the ceiling as he leaned back to orient himself, he hardly realized that Kim had succeeded in pulling his pants down around his ankles until suddenly, his cock was swallowed up by her hot, wet mouth. There were no preliminaries, no light flicks of her tongue against his shaft, no gentle nibbling of the plum at the top--no, Kim just opened wide and buried his dick inside her, clamping her lips tight against the base of his cock, gobbling him frenziedly all the way into her mouth and down her throat.

A cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure was torn from Tom's lips as he felt his prick disappearing into the skilled mouth of the beautiful young woman. "Aaahhh, aaahhhh, YES!" he cried, his hips twitching forward of their own accord, the feel of her agile tongue sliding along him almost too much to bear.

Kim began to bob her head up and down on his jutting cock, soft cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him, the fingers of one hand toying with his scrotum, scratching the tender flesh with painted fingernails. With each upstroke of her divine mouth, his shining shaft, wet with her saliva, was exposed to the cool air, a delicious contrast to the furnace of her oral cavity. Trembling with the sensations sparking through him, Tom looked down, one hand reaching forth to caress the back of Kim's head, to entwine itself in her perfumed locks. Her black hair was fanned out over him, obscuring the sight of her mouth opening wide to suck down his length--but even if he hadn't been the recipient of her loving attentions, the slurping noises that filled the room were ample proof of her oral activities.

Her skill was uncanny. Her pink tongue flicked across him, caressed him, made love to him, sliding along his hardened shaft, lovingly paying homage to the highly sensitive head. Again and again her clever mouth and fingers drove him nearly to the point of no return, only to cease their ministrations for a moment, allowing his peak to subside, before attacking his cock with renewed vigor.

"God, Kim!" Tom panted. "That feels so good...so good! Aaahhh!"

Tom could feel Kim's oral skills winning the day. His control was slipping, slipping rapidly as her lips rose and fell along him, clamping in a loving embrace against his male length. Feeling the balls tightening under her fingers, hearing his jagged breathing and inarticulate little cries, Kim knew that Tom was close, close to shooting off--and this time, she had no intention of pulling back. With an obscene slurping noise, she pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"I want you to cum for me baby," she cooed, staring up at him. "I want to see you shoot all that nice, hot, sticky cum for me." A dainty hand grasped his shaft, stroking him up and down swiftly, while her other hand reached behind her, grabbed something from the floor.

"That's it, baby," she murmured, leaning forward to lick the head of his shaft with her tongue. "Cum for me, cum for me!"

The friction was too much; he could feel the cum boiling in his balls, spilling over, frantically seeking release. It was so good, so good, she was so fucking good. "Oh yeah, Kim!" he panted. "That's it...that's it...make me...make me...make me CUM!"

As Tom cried out, his hips thrust forward, driving her hand down along his heated length, sending frenzied sensations from his nerve endings to his brain. The room shifted as, with a hoarse cry, he came. The cum shot from inside him as if his cock were a water cannon.

As she sensed his impending orgasm, Kim leaned back, jerking him off with one slender hand, while the other brought her empty wine glass to the tip of his dick. The cum shot out of Tom's dick, long, ropy strings drawn from deep within his spasming body. Kim watched in fascination as the milky liquid splashed against the inside of the glass, splattering as jet after jet poured forth. Some of his cum dripped down Tom's cock, contributing to the slickness as Kim expertly brought him off. Finally the copious flow ceased, a few more drops dribbling out of the head and dripping onto the carpet, neither of them caring about any stains.

Holding the wine glass upright, Kim leaned forward and slowly, gently, sucked Tom's softening length into her mouth, cleaning the cum off of it. With a gentle "plop!" she released the cleaned member and stood up. Tom lay back against the pool table, drained.

"Wow!" he managed to choke out. "That was incredible."

"I'm glad I was able to deliver some small satisfaction," Kim grinned, licking her hand clean of his salty cum. "I've always wanted to do this."

So saying, she lifted the wine glass up to the light; before Tom's rapt gaze, swirled his creamy cum in the glass and brought it to her lips. Slowly she tilted the glass, the pearly liquid sliding slowly along the inner surface of the glass, to her lips and out, into her mouth. Holding the glass upside down, she drained it of its contents--then, holding his cum inside her mouth, Kim looked at Tom, swirling his essence inside her mouth, coating her tongue, before finally swallowing it all down.

"Hmm," she remarked. "Fruity though a bit salty, with a slightly exotic tang. I like it!"

Stepping out of his pants, Tom laughed. He stepped towards her, took the glass from her hands and put it down. "Well, I've heard it was a very good year," he replied. "Though my own tastes run to somewhat of a different vintage."

"Oh?" Kim responded with mock innocence. "And what might that be?"

"I'll show you." Tom grabbed Kim, pulling her against him, before lifting her and twirling her around.

"What are you doing?" she laughed as he whirled her about.

By way of reply, Tom danced with her in the air, Kim's barefeet dangling free, the final few feet to the pool table. Reaching it, he set her on top of it, legs hanging over the edge.

"You told me I had the wrong pocket earlier," he responded. "I'm just trying to find the right one." He slid his hands down along her trim legs, grasped the hem of her dress and began to push it up her body.

"Well, I think you're on your way!" Kim said, as he pushed the bottom of her dress up past her hips.

"I think I've found it," Tom murmured, as he dropped to his knees before her. On the pool table, Kim reclined slightly, leaning back on her elbows.

Feeling his hot breath on her wet sex as he bent towards her, Kim agreed. "I think so too."

Kneeling in front of her, Tom's hands gently pulled Kim's thighs apart, revealing the mysteries within. He stared entranced at the young woman's pussy. Her soft lower lips were glistening with her dew, seeping from the delicate slit, its enticing aroma beckoning him forward. A neatly trimmed thatch of black curls topped her soft, delectable mound. Kim's womanhood looked so inviting, so kissable, like a delicate rare flower, with tender petals to be worshipped and adored.

He leaned forward, kissed the perfumed flesh, causing a slight gasp to come from the young woman. Tom smiled to himself; he was going to be doing a lot more to gasp about!

Holding her tanned thighs firmly, fingers pressed into the soft flesh, his tongue snaked out, flicking across her slit, sampling her nectar.

"As I suspected," Tom remarked, staring up at her for a moment. "The best vintage I've had all day."

"It better be!" laughed Kim, impatient for him to get back to work between her legs. After having sucked him off, she was incredibly horny and dying to cum herself. "Now get back to taking a good, long drink--none of this sample and spit bullshit!"

Obeying the half-naked young woman, Tom leaned forward again, sliding his tongue up and down her leaking slit, parting the petals of her vulva with his wet tongue.

"Oh yes," Kim cooed, hiking her dress up further, anxious that it not interfere with Tom's oral attentions. "That's so nice." She leaned back on the pool table, legs resting on Tom's shoulders, and idly began to play with her hardening nipples through the material of her dress.

The taste of her nectar burned on his tongue, intoxicating him. He had to have more of the heavenly liquid. Tom pressed his mouth against Kim's lower lips, his fingers moving to the juncture of her thighs, pulling the soft little flower open, giving his tongue better access to her dripping hole. His tongue stabbed out again and again into her molten core, gathering the love juices and bringing them to his greedy mouth. Kim's thighs clenched against his head, slightly muffling her little cries and moans, as he feasted on her delicious little muff.

"That's it, baby!" she cried. "Eat me...eat my pussy! Oh, yes!"

Tom's mouth worked busily, his lips sucking on Kim's moist flesh as his tongue probed her honeyed depths, slurping the ambrosia oozing from her tight, young body. He loved hearing her ragged breathing, the little gasps escaping her wonderful mouth. Slowly he moved his mouth up along her steaming snatch, dragging his tongue in its wake, moving up, up the length of her cunt until finally his tongue flicked across her erect clit.

"Unngghh, YES!" Kim screamed as the electricity coursed through her body. Her legs clenched spasmodically, trying to push her mons venus up, harder against him, but they grabbed only air as they hung off the pool table.

Determined to give as good as he got, Tom worshipped Kim's pussy orally, moving his tongue all around her swollen little clit, sometimes sliding slowly across it, sometimes flicking it rapidly with just the tip of his tongue, sometimes sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. Meanwhile, he wormed one finger around, sloshed it in the fragrant juices dripping from her hole, before finally pushing it forward, sinking it into her satiny softness. He could feel the wet, velvety walls expanding as he slid it in, clasping the welcome intruder as it forced itself deeper and deeper inside her.

A low keening sound began to fill the air as Kim approached her climax. Tiny little tremors began to wrack her body--her hands had by this time freed her breasts from their constraints and were busy pulling on and pinching her hardened cherry-red nipples. Her sugary walls clenched Tom's finger as he drove it in and out of her cunt, fucking her with it faster and faster.

Tom redoubled his efforts, wanting to feel the young woman cum on his face, pressing his mouth hard against Kim's pussy, flailing around with his wet tongue, moving his soft lips along her, sliding against the sensitized flesh. Kim's moans grew louder as he ate her cunt, her juices dripping from her sopping hole and leaking down onto the green felt of the pool table, the wet stain spreading wider and wider. She was spiraling upwards, ever upwards, striving to reach the sky, to go just a little higher...just a little higher...

With an explosive shudder, Kim peaked.

"Uuunnngghhh!" she wailed, thrashing her head back and forth on the pool table, long black tresses flailing wildly about. Her thighs clutched Tom's head in a deathlock, nearly cutting off his breathing, her pussy walls contracting spasmodically around the wonderful finger fucking in and out of her heated core. Tom frantically sucked as much of her cunt as he could into his mouth, his tongue stabbing at and licking her hardened little clitoris over and over again while Kim screamed and spasmed against his face again and again.

Her orgasm ripped through her taut body, seemingly endless. Time didn't exist...space didn't exist...all that existed...all that mattered...was that exquisite mouth and tongue and finger pleasuring her, taking her to the heights of ecstasy.

Finally she slumped back against the pool table, delighting in the feel of Tom giving her sopping pussy a few last little licks and kisses as she came down.





The Tasting



"Oh God," she moaned. "That was fantastic. I feel sooo floopy..."

"I'll take that as a 'job well done'," Tom commented with a grin as he rose to his feet, his tanned face glistening with Kim's love juices. His erect cock jutted in front of him. Holding her thighs open, he slowly moved between them, eagerly anticipating the feel of those steaming walls clutching his cock, his hardened shaft pistoning in and out of Kim's tight, young body.

Suddenly Kim realized through her reverie what Tom was about to do. "No," she cried frantically, throwing one hand over her pussy.

Tom was startled. "Oh God, I'm sorry..." he started to say, flushing crimson from embarrassment.

"No, don't be!" Kim replied. "It's not that I don't want you to--I really do want you to!--it's just that I'm not on the pill!"

"I'm so sorry, I was just so horny and guess I just sort of assumed you were..."

"Sorry, lover," Kim smiled. "I don't suppose you have any condoms in your wallet? Aren't all you single guys supposed to carry a half dozen or so?"

"Damn! No, sorry," Tom said. "I guess I skipped class the day they were telling us single guys what to carry when you go to a wine tasting..." He shook his head in dismay.

"Well, that's all right. I forgive you--but next time, don't cut class!" Kim replied with mock severity, sitting up and reaching out to stroke Tom's face, her fingers getting slippery from her juices covering his cheeks.

She smiled at him, jumping down from the pool table. "Don't worry, there's always later. I _am_ in town for a few more days and if you think I'm going to leave without feeling that cock inside me, you've got another thing coming! And anyway, this event was only supposed to be a tasting!"



The Tattoo



Charlene and I met in the 60's, married in the 70's and moved to the suburbs with thousands of others of our generation. We now find ourselves in our late 40's, our children in the process of leaving the nest and we are wondering what happened to our youth. Charlene is one of those girls that got better looking with age. When I met her in college she was a bit on the chubby side, but she was cute and had the best disposition of anyone I had ever met. She was always happy, liked to party and portrayed a quiet confidence that everything would work out for the best regardless of what we did. Her father was a doctor and she never wanted for money which added to her confidence.

I, on the other hand, grew up poor and lacked Charlene's confidence. I was driven to succeed and, while we are not rich, we have lived very comfortably. Charlene has not had to work outside the home. Charlene has a great figure which has been enhanced with a little plastic surgery. She has always been a sun worshiper and maintains her tan year round.

Charlene and I have had a good sex life. We both enjoy sex and Charlene never refuses my overtures nor do I refuse hers. With few exceptions, neither of us have strayed. Several years after it happened, Charlene admitted that when she returned to her home town for her tenth high school reunion she blew five guys in the locker room. She had attended the reunion by herself and was looking great. She got a lot of compliments and one thing led to another. She was quite proud of her oral prowess which she developed in college. She told me that she had handpicked a guy with which to lose her virginity during her freshman year in college. The guy was rumored to be very well endowed and he did not disappoint her. The guy was kind of a rounder from the sounds of it and she was fascinated with him for a few months.

After he taught her the finer points of college fucking, he tried to convince her to advance to blow jobs. Charlene refused to do it for a long time. However, she agreed to accompany he and several of his friends on a road trip to attend a rock concert. They smoked a lot of pot and it was the time of free love. At any rate, she told me that by the time they got back to campus she was an expert at giving head. I can attest to that.

Recently, Charlene has been considering a tattoo. She vacillated about whether to do it or not. Her girlfriends were afraid of disease, but Charlene has always been the adventuresome one and finally made up her mind that she was going to get one. She checked out a few of the local tattoo parlors and decided that she was going to get it on her butt cheek. She would not tell me what design she had decided on, but she told me that she did not want any of the local tattoo artists doing it because she heard that you had to let them take a photo after they were finished and she was afraid someone she knew would see it. She was planning a shopping trip to a major city about three hours from our home and she decided she would check out their parlors.

Charlene left on a Friday for her shopping trip. She went alone which was not unusual. She said she hated shopping with her friends because they did not have the same taste as she did, but she always gave in and did what they wanted to do. When she was serious about shopping she always went alone. Friday night she called me. She sounded excited over the phone. She told me that she had found the best tattoo parlor and the best design. She was going to get it the next day and head home.

Saturday night, Charlene returned. She could not wait to show me her tattoo. She dropped her shorts revealing a red devil with yellow horns and forked staff. Beneath the devil were three black stars which seemed somewhat out of place. Her skin was a little puffy and red from the effects of the needle, but the artistry of the tattoo was impeccable. It was obvious that she had chosen the artist well. I asked her about the three stars and, to my complete surprise, she broke into tears. I thought maybe she was remorseful about choosing to be tattooed, since it was permanent and I knew some people immediately regretted having gone under the needle.

Charlene, however, was regretting something else more sinister. I poured her a drink and gradually the story came out. She described the tattoo artist as one of those big burly guys with a great gift of bullshit. They hit it off immediately and he helped her choose the tattoo design. What she had not anticipated is that when she showed up on Saturday to get the tattoo he told her that she would have to remove her panties if she wanted it on her butt cheek. She protested but he convinced her that her panties would get in the way and could contribute to causing an infection. That, of course, was a lie but Charlene explained that the excitement of getting the tattoo and the embarrassment of having to choose between getting naked or leaving caused a momentary loss of judgment.

She had chosen not to wear a thong because she thought that it was too revealing. She told me that besides thongs, her only back up was a sheer pair of white string bikinis which covered her crotch better than the thongs and that is why she chose that pair to wear to the tattoo parlor. Charlene was clean shaven with only a strip of black pubic hair above her snatch. How she wished she had chosen the thong when confronted with the choice of removing her panties or forgoing the tattoo. She never imagined she would have to show her bare snatch to the tattoo artist. She said his eyes about popped out when she removed her panties revealing her well tanned snatch.

Charlene laid on the table face down with only a T-shirt on to cover herself. The tattoo artist excused himself for a moment and when he returned, he was not alone. Charlene tried to cover up. She demanded an explanation about who the two additional guys were and why they were in the room. The artist explained that they were his assistants and because this was a color tattoo, he needed the additional help. Charlene decided that the other guys had already seen her since she did not have anything to cover up with, so she might as well go along with it. She rolled back over.

The artist spread her legs slightly and began the process of sketching the outline of the tattoo on her ass. Charlene said that she became incredibly turned on laying there and knowing that three strangers were staring at her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet and the harder she tried to control herself, the wetter she got. She said she imagined that the juices were escaping her bare pussy and she was sure they could smell her womanhood. The sting of the needle sent her over the edge and she had an orgasm right there in front of them. She said that she could not believe that she was grunting and writhing in front of these guys as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably.

When she regained her composure they asked her if she was enjoying herself, to which she responded that she hoped they were not getting the wrong idea about her. They assured her that they were not getting the "wrong idea" about her and resumed the tattoo. When they were finished, one of the assistants gently cleaned the finished tattoo with a disinfectant and applied an antibiotic. As he did he slipped two fingers up her slippery snatch. She was out of control again and responded to his boldness. When he was sure she was willing, he announced to everyone present that she was ready to party.

Charlene said she was powerless at that point. She started humping his fingers like a wanton whore as she heard the men unzipping their pants. They pulled her to the edge of the table, spread her legs and a cock replaced the assistant's fingers. The first assistant unloaded in her snatch pretty quickly, but he was quickly replaced by the second assistant whose cock was much larger. Charlene admitted that she had not been fucked like that since college. I assumed that she meant he was larger than me, but I let the slur pass because Charlene was becoming flushed and short of breath as she told me the story.

It was obvious that she was enjoying reliving the details. The grand finale was the artist himself. He was gigantic and plowed her for twenty minutes or more before he unloaded in her. She lost track of how many orgasms she had. When they were finished with her, she tried to look for her clothes. The artist told her that they were not finished. She thought they wanted to fuck her again, but the artist explained that he had to add the finishing touches to his creation - the three stars!!! Then he photographed the finished product and confiscated her panties. He told her she was going in the hall of fame and pointed out several pairs of panties with photographs of their owners sporting new tattoos which were displayed on the walls of the room. She was in no condition to argue, so she paid him and left. She sheepishly added that she left the assistants a cash tip.

I was enraged. This was nothing short of rape and it was obvious that this was not the first time this predator had done this. I resolved that I was going to confront this guy on Monday. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I wanted to see the guy that took advantage of my wife. I did not tell Charlene. I called in sick on Monday and took off. When I arrived, the parlor was not open. I saw that its hours of business were from 1:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m., six days a week. I only had a half hour to wait, so I left for lunch. When I returned the "Open" sign was lit and I entered. A big burly guy came out of the back and I recognized him as the artist.

I blurted out "You fucked my wife Saturday and I'm here to get even!"

The artist was as surprised as I was at that point and started stammering. He said "Mister there must be some mistake." I jammed the receipt in his face, to which he responded "I admit I fucked your wife, but she asked us to fuck her."

Well, that was the part of the story my wife left out, but I did not trust this guy and could not believe that it happened that way. He could see that in my eyes. He came around from in back of the counter and approached me. He was big and I thought maybe he was going to pick me up and throw me out the door. Instead, he locked the door and invited me to come with him. I wasn't sure what to expect but I was in too deep to quit, so I followed. He took me into the tattoo room. There proudly displayed on the wall was a framed picture of my wife's ass next to her white panties.

He told me that it was not unusual for some women to get so turned on during a tattoo session, especially their first, that they would fuck a room full of guys. He told me that he recognized my wife as one who would probably get turned on by the experience. He pointed out a few of the other photos on the wall with as many as five stars added to their tattoos. He told me that he liked my wife, so he only invited two of his friends to join him for the gang bang he knew would follow the tattoo session. He then plopped in a video. I first heard Charlene's voice and then the picture came into focus. She was clearly the aggressor begging them to fuck her. She unzipped the pants of one of the assistants and proceeded to give him a sloppy blow job - her specialty. This was another detail Charlene left out. I guess she did not expect me to follow up on her story.

I stood there in amazement as I watched her fuck and suck all three and was begging for more when they told her they were spent. She asked them to call some friends but they convinced her that was not a good idea. The artist stopped the video and produced a form. Amazing!!! Charlene had signed a form in which she stated that she had willingly engaged in sexual relations with the three of them. Their names were printed in her handwriting and it was signed by her. The artist gave me the video and told me that I was a lucky guy to be married to a fox like Charlene.

I left and returned home. Charlene was a bit upset when she heard what I did, but she soon got over it. We watch the video often. To my amazement, it turns me on to watch my wife service three strangers and I find myself fantasizing doing some of my friends. Charlene has grown comfortable with the tattoo on her ass and recently asked me if she could show it off. Who knows where that might lead.



The Tattoo



I walk into a small storefront, in a seedy area of a fair-sized city. Inside, it is brighter and more spacious than seems possible from outside. The counter has curtains, to shield the back area from public view, and a cozy waiting area has bookshelves full of photographs and sketches between very comfortable overstuffed black leather couches. A small table contains two ashtrays, and a crate by one couch is full of old copies of *Maxim.* I know what I want, and I look through the pictures on the walls and in the albums until I find it.

I sign some papers and give them identification--yes, I'm an adult and here of my own free will, thanks for asking--and settle in. The shop is small, and I must wait while strangers, and then a friend who came with me, have their turns. Watching and waiting, anticipation and fear can only grow within me. The hours of waiting steel my resolve; they quicken my breath and my heartbeat.

Finally, my turn comes. I bare my chest and settle into the blue vinyl chair, as suited to a doctor's or dentist's office as to this environment. She shows me her proof that all is well, that all is clean, and safe, and I grip the arms of my chair and swallow hard, full of excitement and fear.

I hear a deep buzzing, then feel a warmth vibrating close to my tender, unmarked flesh. I close my eyes and breathe as the needle burns a searing pain against me. This is it, the point of no return; I am marked now.

The burning continues in tight, precise curves over my chest. I take my mind away from here, and the pain of the needle becomes the pain of your bite. I remember your teeth tearing also at soft, unbroken skin, leaving marks of their own, as colorful and tender then and for weeks after as this mark will be forever.

I remember well the pain of those first bites, your teeth closing on my arms and throat and breasts, my own teeth sinking into my lower lip, holding back the primal screams of pain and ecstasy, then into your flesh as I held on to the pain and pleasure in the moment, the giving and the *feeling,* and let go of the world.

Then and now, it feels like each bite will last forever, like the pain will never stop. I endure it by embracing that part of my core that doesn't want the pain to end. My breathing becomes rapid, and the lightheadedness that follows brings me even closer to the remembered dream of you.

For this, I must be still, and I wish that I had you to hold me still, to tie me against this chair and make it impossible for me to move against you as even lost in this memory, this waking dream, I wish to do. Soft gasps escape my lips, and I grunt against the pain of this burning, as I moaned softly with you then.

The artist's hand continues, unfazed; her words are soft and soothing. I hear your words, instead, tender and masterful even as they are cruel. An eternity later, and all too soon, it is ended. A bird soars over my heart, as high as you took me then, and I am both grateful for this pain ending and looking forward to the next time.

The next day, I wash the skin softly and tenderly with a cool cloth and pat it dry, and wince as I look at the white bottle again. I apply lotion to my fingertips and rub it softly into the parched and cracking layer of raw angry skin. I imagine your hands, gentle enough not to change the image, but hard enough to sting more than simply the lotion, rubbing it there, you enjoying the soft grunts of pain, rubbing lotion lower on my breast, biting at my neck and shoulders, pulling me down over you and being lost again in feeling.

The owl that the mark resembles is a predator--it has caught its prey and is soaring away, carrying it helpless in its craw. As I gaze at the brown and gold image on my pale pink flesh, and the little grey mouse held hopeless, I smile, for although many among my fondest memories are of you holding mastery over me, body and soul, for an hour's pleasure, I know that I am the owl and you are the mouse, to be dominant or subservient only at my whim, to fear and worship me and to live only to be devoured by me, captured body, mind and spirit.



The Tattoo



(Author's Note: There isn't a lot of sex in this, so if that's what you're looking for, sorry, but it is a love story, if not your most normal. I hope you like it and that you will let me know if i should keep writing or go back to my day job...LOL Peace)

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I love tattoos, not just the usual hearts, and MOM, but all the hundreds of thousands of designs that the tattoo artists come up with around the world every day. I love the work and the detail and the colors that bring them alive. My dad was a tattoo artist and I spent most of my childhood with him in his shop, watching as he painted men and women with artwork that rivaled Van Gogh and DaVinci. I saw him paint naked ladies and fire breathing dragons, he did red roses just starting to bloom and majestic eagles in flight. And he did The Demon.

"The Demon" It was his supreme masterpiece; there has never been one like since. A full rendering of a scene in hell, the reds, yellows and oranges of the flames, the naked bodies of men and women, and the boulders of brimstone. All centered around one major figure. A man, a man standing tall and slim, his low riding jeans and blacker then black tee shirt contrasting so completely with his pale skin that you wondered if he was really there at all. Long black hair fell around his face and he wore a well trimmed beard and mustache. He stood in a circle of flames and all the bodies around were trying to reach him, if for salvation or for something else, I have never understood, but it didn't matter, all I saw was the tattoo and the artwork involved.

I was home for summer break from college and working in my dad's shop for the summer. I had been doing it forever it seemed. For as long as I can remember I have been able to set dad up better then anyone else. I knew from just looking at the drawings what colors he would want and the shading and texture he would use. I was the one who set up his needles and made sure the customer was relaxed and sure of what he wanted. They say it hurts to get a tattoo, it does, but not as bad as it does to have it removed, so just a quick word of warning here, if you decide to get one, plan on living with it for the rest of your life.

I myself have several of them. On different parts of my body, each one is a memory or a part of my life that I want to remember. I got my first one when I was twelve, dad wanted me to wait, but my mother had just died and I wanted to have a black rose put on my shoulder so I could show the pain that her passing caused me. It hurt and I cried, but they weren't just tears of pain, they were tears of a child who had lost the most important woman in her life, and I shed them freely.

Since then, I have added all sorts of things from a small diploma on my right hip to the initials of my first boyfriend on my right wrist. I have a bronze dragon and a gold dragon entwined in flight on my left leg to remember the first Dragonriders of Pern book I read. I still love that series. The most startling to all those who see me, is a golden heart on my cheek. 

I got it after I was hurt in a car accident and left with a scar. It covers the scar and reminds me how close I came to dying that night. Another lesson, never drive drunk, I wasn't drunk but the man who hit the car I was riding in was. The driver was killed as was my best friend. It was our eighteenth birthdays.

That had been two years ago and I still remember it vividly. The heart however is like the rest of the tattoos that I have; they are a part of me, like my soft brown hair and bright hazel colored eyes. I just don't think about them anymore. At twenty, I worry more about getting my work turned in on time and making sure I'm not late for class.

I was just opening the shop when he came in. Setting things up for my dad and the other two artists he had working for him at the time. Bear was a big hulking man who had the touch of an angel; and Donna who, besides being the ad for the original tattooed lady, tended to be more coarse and outspoken. She had been Bear's canvas for the twenty years they had been married and her body showed both the love and detail Bear put into his work. I had been around them enough to know their styles and preferences as much as I did dad. I always had the place ready when the three of them came in at Nine AM sharp.

He arrived at eight thirty. Like the drawing, he was tall and lean and dressed in the low riding jeans, and a tee shirt praising Harley Davidson motorcycles. A timing belt chain hung on his hips and he had all the usual tattoos that came with the lifestyle. What would have been the most handsome face I had ever seen was marred by a long scar that went from his left temple down along his chin and disappeared underneath. It gave his face an interesting look and he wore it like a badge of pride. I did notice that when he walked, it was with a limp that didn't hinder him, it just stood out considering how tall and straight he stood.

His voice was deep and gruff. "You're the artist?" He looked at me and as I looked up, he saw the heart. "Nice work, most women would have picked somewhere else though."

"I'm not most women, we're not open yet and no, I am not the artist." There was something about him that I wasn't sure how to take. I had seen bigger men then him in my life, and I had seen smaller, but there was a power about him that I guess threw me off.

He didn't move, instead his dark, intense eyes looked my tall, full figured body up and down and licked his lips to show his approval. "No, I guess you're not. So, I'll wait." He limped over to the couch and sat down, but not before he spoke again. "Hey, what's your name?"

I didn't see why he would want to know, but I answered him. "They call me Dixie; I was born in Mississippi while dad was in the service."

He grinned. "Nice, they call me Demon. Mom and dad had a strange sense of humor."

He just sat then and I went back to work, but I was distracted again when I heard him humming the tune "Dixie" under his breath and the words when they came out were not what the writers of the song had intended. 

"Oh I wish I was sunk deep in Dixie, hurrah, hurrah, in Dixie I will make my stand, to fuck and cum in Dixie." He knew I could hear him and the next time around he sang it a little louder. I had to admit he had a nice voice, but it didn't keep me from shaking my head, or smiling.

Now I am not some naive little virgin who would blush and run from a man like him. If anything he was the type of guy I am both attracted to and seem to be attracted to me. And at the time he was singing, I was already reacting physically to him by having my nipples harden under my tank top and my pussy beginning to drip. I have very few men in my life like him who aren't equipped the way their bodies look. Long and lean and built for pleasure. So, it seemed only natural when I walked around that my hips moved a little more then normal, and I found a reason to brush closer to him then I should have when went to water the plants in the window behind him. And when his hand closed around my breast, I didn't scream or pull away; I just looked at him and saw his smile.

"Hmm, they're real, I was beginning to wonder."

"This is all me." I ran my fingers down over the front of his jeans. "Is that all you, or do you have a steel rod in there?"

"Oh, that's all me, and right now it is hard as steel Dixie. How long we got before you open?"

"Do you mean me or the shop?"

"Well, you are what I would prefer to say, but I think I mean the shop. I've seen the guys who work here." He licked his lips, and I knew dad and Bear did not intimidate him.

"Me, anytime you care to ask, the shop in about ten minutes."

He pinched one of my nipples and bent his head to bite at it. "I would not want to insult you with only ten minutes. How about after you get off work tonight we get together? I'm running solo these days and I definitely like what I see."

I did too. I let him claim my mouth for a series of deep throat kisses. We might have spent the day at it, if dad hadn't come in with Donna and Bear right behind. I had never been as forward as I was with Demon anytime in my life, but with him, well, it just felt right. Dad barely paid any attention to him but Bear and Donna greeted him like a long, lost son. It was clear they hadn't seen him in a while and when my dad finally noticed him, it was like old home week too. So who was this guy and why didn't I know him?

"Dixie honey, come here, I want you to see something." Dad looked at me and I sauntered over to where they all stood. "Show her Demon, she is going to love this."

He gave me a smile as he pulled his tee shirt up over his head. I didn't see anything different about his compared to most guys chests, at least not until he turned around and I fell in love. It was only partially done, but it was enough. Who ever was doing the art work was taking his time. This would be a five or six month job at best. I wanted to reach out and touch it, caress it. Hell, I almost had an orgasm just looking at it. There it was the drawing I had seen in dad's office. I was stunned, speechless.

Demon began to hum "Dixie" under his breath and I found myself smiling. He grinned back at me and dad looked at us both curiously. "Well, lets get to work, Dixie, this will probably be an all day job, so you'll be handling the front okay?"

I nodded, not that I wanted to. I would have really preferred to sit beside dad as I always had and watch his master's touch. I would have liked to but I knew it was going to take all his concentration and I didn't want to be the one who screwed up the Mona Lisa while DaVinci painted. It was a long day for all of us. Most of all for Demon, even with coffee and food breaks I could see the pain was getting to him. Finally dad looked at him near late afternoon.

"You got to take a break Demon, this is more then I could handle in one day."

Demon looked up at me and nodded. "You're right, it is. Is there someplace I can lay down for a while? We'll do some more another time."

Dad looked at me. "Take him up to the apartment. Make sure he lies on his stomach. Jesus Demon, you are a real masochist."

Demon let me help him upstairs, but for a man who had looked on the edge of death downstairs, he seemed to get his second wind once we were alone. He had me backed up against the door the minute I shut it, and the earlier kisses were nothing compared to the way he kissed me now. I am sure we were having a race to see who could swallow the other's tongue first. Then he was squeezing my breasts and my shirt got pushed up so he could begin to suck on my nipples and put all kinds of love bites on them. He pressed so tight against me that I could feel that steel rod pressing into me and I ran my hand up and down it.

"You know where I want to put it honey, been thinking of it all day. You got to let me fuck you or I am going to go crazy." He was actually begging me, and I wanted it probably worse then he did.

In my room he wasted no time stripping his jeans off and watching while I did the same. When I started to take off my panties he shook his head and went to his knees. The next thing I knew, he was eating me through them and I creamed within minutes of him starting it. Only then did he let me drop them off and lay back on the bed. He wasted enough time to slip on a condom then he was in me, pounding and slamming into me like this was the last day on earth. He was gripping my hands tight and pressing them into the bed while he fucked me and I gave up trying to keep up with him.

When I began to cum, he looked at me. "Let it out baby, I want to hear you call my name while I pound into you."

I knew that if dad heard us, he'd be yelling at me for a month, but I didn't care, it felt too fucking good and I needed to let loose. "Demon, oh god, Demon, yes, fuck me Demon. I'm cumming...!" It wasn't phony, despite how much it might look like it on paper, and he was just as loud about letting the world know who he was fucking when he began to cum as well.

When it was over, we just lay together for a while, then he got up, went down stairs and left. Just like that. I wasn't sure what to think, but considering what he had given me and the love I felt for his tattoo, I was happy.

He didn't come back for four weeks, and then again it was the same thing. He'd have dad do the tattoo as long as he could physically stand it, we'd go upstairs, and he'd fuck me crazy. That time he stayed for a repeat session, got up the next morning and left.

Three fourth of the tattoo was done when I went back to school and the day he was set up to come back in to have it finished, I was in my art theory class, watching the clock more then listening to my professor. Now, considering that I was in college over two thousand miles away from my dad's shop, the last thing I expected was to hear my professor's voice overridden by a voice outside the classroom yelling my name and singing his version of the song Dixie. 

When he busted in the door, he must have had half the college security team on him, but he just walked up to me, and glared.

"What the hell you doing here? I can't get this damn thing finished if you aren't there for afterwards." His wild eyed look made him almost look like a mad man. 

I looked at him and wondered what the hell he was talking about. He hadn't seen me in four weeks, and all we did was fuck after he got the tattoo. "What the hell are you talking about Demon? You get the fucking tattoo worked on, take me up stairs and we fuck until you pass out. Why the hell you need me when any bitch back there would do just was well?"

He was standing right in front of me, nose to nose all most. "The hell she would..." Right there he stripped off the tee shirt he was wearing and a series of ooh's and ah's went up around us. "Does this look like any bitch would do?" He turned around and I saw that it had been changed. Now, he didn't stand alone, I was next to him, only in outline, but there none the less. "Do you know what your dad had to do to change it at this late date?"

I could imagine, dad must have been cursing me the whole time he worked on it. "You...you never said; you just up and disappeared afterwards, and I never knew..." I didn't know what else to say, it was true and he knew it.

He turned back and looked at me, "Dixie, you never asked either..." His voice was softer then I had ever heard it. "I can't finish this without you there. You need to come home with me."

I was torn, this was college, my future was here, and he was asking me to leave in the middle of the semester to go back long enough to let him finish a damn tattoo, no matter how much I loved it. Even as I tried to decide, I heard suggestions coming from every where. But the voice that spoke the loudest was my professor.

"Go home Dixie, get the tattoo finished, and then come back next semester. And bring him back with you. I want to see it when it's done. This class is a true piece of art." His voice was soft almost full of reverence, as if we were in a museum looking at some famous painting.

Demon held out his hand. "Come on Dixie, it's a long ride home..."

Yes, it was and I enjoyed every mile of it, riding behind him, holding on to him, protecting that glorious work of art that cemented us together for all time. Dad retired after it was done, now he works as a teacher of tattooing while Bear and Donna have moved on to another city and another shop. Demon and I took over the shop, and while he does the sketches, I do the actual art work on the skin. Our sons Earl and Harley sit quietly by me as they watch the ink turn the human body into the greatest canvas on earth.

Oh, if you ever visit our shop, yes, that photograph over the door is the artwork on Demon's back, but don't ask to see it in person, it's in a private gallery, mine.



The Tattoo



A woman and her friends decided that they were going to have a night out. They headed to the local bar and knocked back a few drinks. Once feeling the warm and fuzzy comfort of a good buzz starting they decided to head out for some fresh air. While out side they noticed that across the street was a tattoo shop. It didn't look to shabby, clean and even friendly. Suddenly and idea popped into her head, she wanted a tattoo! She turned to her friends with a huge grin on her face.

"Hey, who wants to get a tattoo with me?" She asked.

Her friends looked at her with a shocked look on their faces.

"Are you kidding? Why do you all of the sudden want a tattoo?" One of her friends asked.

"I have always wanted one, it sounds fun and kind of sexy."

All of her friends just looked at her and decided she had enough to drink for the night as they went back in the bar. She stayed out side wanting more air and trying to get the guts up to go across the street. Just as she was about to go back into the bar she notice that a man walked out of the tattoo shop. He had jet black hair, tattoo's all over his arms, she couldn't see them well but could tell they went up over his shoulder's. He had on tight black jeans and a black wife beater. He looked dangerous, but not to dangerous. He waved her to come over but she wasn't sure if he really meant her or someone else. She looked around her but no one else was out side of the bar. Taking in a deep breath she walked across the street.

Once she was there standing in front of him he smiled. She smiled back not sure what to say.

"Did you want to some in for a tattoo?" He asked her with a grin.

"I was thinking about it, but my friends have ditched me." 

She wasn't sure if he should know that or not noticing there was no one else in the shop, meaning if she did go in they would be alone. He smiled back at her and walked back into the shop. It was when he turned away from her that she notice how good his ass looked in the jeans he had on. It made her want to follow him just so she could see him in a better light and talk to him more. She followed him and noticed all the pictures lining the walls showing all the different options for tattoos. 

He asked her

"Did you have something already in mind, or did you want to look around?"

She looked around some and found a small scull and cross bones with a pink bow on it's head, pointing to it she told him

"I like that one, I think it fits with my personality."

Once he found the stencil for it he led her to the back area where it was closed off and no one from the front of the shop could see in. He had her sit down in the chair that was reclined back some so she would be comfortable. He went back into the front of the shop again for a moment and she thought she heard him lock the front door but wasn't sure. 

When he came back he asked her where she wanted the tattoo. She hadn't thought about that. Looking at her body and trying to think of where she wanted to put it he busied himself with getting things ready. She noticed the way his muscles moved as he put thing together and got out the colors her would need. She started feeling warm, she couldn't sit still. He was very good looking, strong arms and big hands, she had also noticed that he had his tongue pierced. That really had her mind going. When he turned back around she had a rush of warmth come over her body and she felt very warm, and suddenly very wet. He smiled at her and asked again if she knew where she wanted her new tattoo. 

She smiled back

"I was thinking my right hip, kind of in front."

All he did was smile and nod. She got out of the chair and took off her jeans. She climbed back up into the chair in only her top and her black thong. He raised it enough for him to sit in the chair and work on the spot she picked. He prepped the spot she showed him and placed the out line of the tattoo on her skin. At first his hands felt cold due to the surgical gloves he had to wear. Then after a moment they warmed up. She took a deep breath as he turned on the tattoo needle. The sound made her jump for a second, but when his hand touched her again she was still. She closed her eyes and as he began working she could feel little shocks going through her. They all seamed to run down her legs and end back up at her pussy. She was getting wet and was having a hard time keeping her mind off of what he was doing and how it was making her feel. Her mind started wondering and she started thinking about his free hand moving up her thigh and pulling her legs apart. 

She thought she felt him move his hand, when she looked back down to where he was working he smiled back up at her and she did notice that his hand had moved a little lower on her thigh. Closing her eyes again she could see it in her mind. Her laying in the chair her legs spread and he was moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She could feel his fingers moving over the wet lips of her pussy and starting to rub her clit. With out knowing it she let a small moan escape and shifted her hips some trying to feel his fingers. She heard him clear his throat and her eyes popped open, he was done with the tattoo already. She wondered if she should get up or not. He placed a bandage over the tattoo but when she started to move to get up he placed a hand on her flat stomach holding her still. 

She could see he was turned on and hard. His eyes were dark and it made her shiver. He moved to the foot of the chair she was in and he pushed a lever with his foot and the legs on the chair spread open. She gasped when the chair moved and locked into a new position. The chair raised up higher so all he had to do was move forward and he was there between her legs at the perfect height to fuck her. A smile came across his lips and he moved his hand up her legs to remove her panties. She lifted up so he could remove them from her. He then bent over and kissed her hip's. He let his tongue trail down and started licking her pussy lips. He took his fingers and opened her for him to be able to taste her. 

He licked at her clit in small circles with the tip of his tongue, then he flattened it and licked from her opening to her clit letting the small silver ball from his piercing catch her clit. Each time he did she felt a shock wave run up her spine. 

He started licking at her faster, centering his attention on her clit. She was so close to coming, she ran her fingers into his hair holding him there in that one spot making sure he wouldn't quit until she came. All it took was one more lick and she was moaning and jerking her hips. She relaxed her hand on his head and he stood up. Wiping his mouth he undid his pants and let them fall. Before she could even open her eyes to look at him he was inside her. She gasped as her eyes flew open looking at a devilish grin on his face. He would pull out and tease her clit with his cock. Each time he moved on her her leg's twitched. Then he entered her, he pushed hard into her wanting to feel her around him. He grabbed her legs and had them draped over his arms as he gripped the arms of the chair and began fucking her, hard and she loved it. She could hear him slamming into her and it felt great. Never before had she felt such force from a man. 

He was moving faster pushing into her harder, then she felt her self start to come again and he yelled and growled at the same time coming with her. But he didn't stop there as she was coming down from her orgasm he started rubbing her clit with his thumb making her come again even harder. 

When she opened her eyes again she looked into his eyes and smiled. She knew she was going to become a very big tattoo fan and this was going to be her only tattoo shop.



The Tattoo



"Chinngg-Chinnngg", came the sound of the bell as Pam walked through the door. Her eyes went instantly to the tattoo samples on the wall of the shop. Pam hadn't even noticed the store before, mostly because it still had the name of the hardware store that had closed six years ago over the top of the building. Jane, a friend from the tennis club had told Pam about the good deal she had got on the teddy-bear tattoo on her breast. She was in awe of the tattoos detail as she and Jane showered at the club.

"Be with you in a minute," a young female voice said from behind a curtain in the back room, which startled Pam.

"Alright," replied Pam.

It was her husband that gave her the idea to get the tattoo. He had been out of town on business with his boss when they decided to go to a strip club. Most dancers have tattoos these days, it was where the stripper had the tattoo on her body that intrigued first her husband, then Pam herself as when her husband told her about the trip to the bar. 

She smiled at the thought of her husband, Tom. Some women would be offended that their husbands were going to see exotic dancers. Not Pam. Tom always showed how much he loved her, in and out of the bedroom. They had a healthy sex life but still did some experimenting in the 21 years they had been married. They both laughed when they tried S/M games, but some light bondage with toy handcuffs did add to the thrill of making love to her husband. They had gone to some swingers parties and were very turned on to watch each other dance and later screw with other couples.

Pam was gazing at the flowered tattoos on the wall. She stopped in front of this tattoo of a rose. Yes, that was the one she wanted. As if on cue came two young women from behind the curtain. One stopped behind the cash register and said to the other "We should be able to finish it at the next sitting. Keep applying that sav to it. You don't want an infection on your tit, trust me."

The other girl smiled, riffled though her purse, pulled out some money and handed it to the girl behind the cash register and said, "Thanks Lea. I'll see you next week," and walked out the door.

Lea walked over to the oversized mop sink and washed her hands. As she grabbed a towel she looked at Pam and asked, "May I help you?"

Pam turned her attention to the young tattoo artist. She was very pretty, Pam thought. Lea looked in her early twenties, 5'7, at most 115 pounds and a B or C cup. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and if the weren't for her lip ring, Lea's deep blue eyes would dominate her face.

"Yes," Pam said, "I would like to get this rose tattooed on me."

Lea stepped around the counter, tossing the paper towel in the trash and joined Pam where she was standing.

"Nice choice," said Lea. "Where do you want it? Your back? Your breast?..."

Pam hesitated and replied "well...I want it right about here" and pointed below her waistline. 

Blushing a little, Pam continued "Where I WOULD have pubic hair if I didn't shave."

Lea grimiest . "I have to warn you that might sting a little. The area above your..umm..clitorious, can be very tender, as you may know."

"Yes I know," said Pam, blushing a little more now, "but you can do it, right?"

"Yea, I can do it. It will take a few hours, but I think I can do it in one sitting" said Lea looking at the clock. "Do you have anywhere else you need to be?"

"No. My husband doesn't get home until tomorrow. I would like to surprise him with this," smiled Pam.

Lea nodded and pulled out a consent form. "Please fill this out. The tattoo will cost $350.00. Since this is your first time here I will need that money in advance. No checks please."

Pam filled out the paperwork, paid the young woman and then followed Lea into the back room where she was handed a bathrobe and told her to change into it. Pam stepped out of her jeans and panties, then folded them and set them on the table and slid the robe on. Lea had left the room but came back a minute later with a razor, shaving cream and a bowl of water.

"I already shaved today," said Pam.

"I really need to shave you. I can't have ANY hair or stubble in the area I'm working. Please hop up in the chair," Exclaimed the artist.

Pam did as she was told and sat in the reclining chair. Lea moved Pam's legs apart. This reminded Pam of the stirrups that were used to give birth to her two daughters. Pam felt a wisp of cool air run across her pussy as Lea undid the robe and have it fall to both sides of the table. This brought a tingle to Pam's mid section and a slight smile to her face.

Lea took a wash cloth out of the bowl and squeezed the excess water out of it and applied the cloth to Pam's pubic area. She gasped as warm water replaced the cool breeze Pam had felt making the tingle she felt even more apparent. 

"You okay?" asked Lea.

"Yes. I was just remembering the last time my husband shaved me. I mean, he did a good job but I still was nervous having someone else down there with a razor."

Lea smiled and said "Well you can relax. I have one of these remember".

Both women giggled at that as Lea applied the shaving cream. She took her time with nice, gentle strokes. She looked up at her client and saw that Pam had her eyes half closed and seemed to be enjoying the shave. 

"So how long has your husband been out of town?" asked Lea.

"Since Monday," came a sleepy reply from Pam. "I can't wait to see him."

"You must get lonely. Is he gone often?"

"About once a month he goes out of town. And yes I do get lonely. It isn't too bad until I get to Thursday. Playing tennis is no substitute for a man."

Lea noticed a tiny patch of hair almost touching the hood of Pam's clit. She dampened the area with the cloth and very gently applied the razor to the patch of blond hairs. Pam's ass lifted a little at the touch. Lea was now convince her client wasn't just enjoying the shave, she was very much turned on by it. She then took the cloth one more time and rinsed Pam's pubic area. Thou she tried to suppress it, Pam did let out a tiny moan.

The sounds and actions her client were making were starting to ware on Lea. She had broken up with her boyfriend almost three weeks ago. Since then, she dived into her work, expanding her hours to 7pm, sometimes 8pm. It did pay off. Yes, she was still sexually frustrated, but she did have rent for her dumpy shop two weeks early, and might even tackle the outstanding balance on her the electric bill. Lea became aware that she herself was shifting on her stool more and more. Somewhere along the way, she had become horny herself. She looked over Pam's body. She was very fit for someone in her early forties. Pam was about 5'9 and 130 ponds with brown shoulder length hair and brown bedroom eyes. There was a hint of a stretch mark, but you could tell that Pam worked hard to get rid of it. Lea thought she could only hope to be that pretty when she gets that age.

"Bath room break before we really get started. You're going to be in that position for a while. I'll try to give you a couple breaks during the session but I don't want you to move around to much unless you have to."

Pam nodded and took Lea's outstretched hand to help her up. As Pam came out of the chair, her eyes met with Lea's.

"Thanks," Pam said breaking the moment and walking over to the ladies room.

Lea took the time to walk to the front of the store, lock the door and flip the sign to "closed". It was only 5:30pm but knew that this customer's work would take up the rest of the evening and didn't want to be disturbed. She was told herself that anyway.

Lea came back into the back just as her client was coming out of the ladies room. She quickly went to the bathroom herself, and then rejoined Pam near the table.

"Can I get you something to drink before we get started? I have Ice tea, water, soda and I even have some wine if you would like. It's against the rules but you already signed the waiver while you were sober, and I closed the shop up for the night, so if you don't tell, I won't."

Pam smiled, "Some wine would be nice."

Two minutes later Lea was back with a glass of wine for her client and an ice tea for herself.

Pam sat back, loosened the robe again and got back into the same position she was in before the break. Lea adjusted Pam's legs a little, then pulled out the picture of the rose Pam had picked out. Then pulled out marker and drew it to fit perfectly in Pam's pubic area, with a tiny stub of the stem almost touching Pam's hood. Pam was very relaxed, almost dozing when she heard Lea say, "Okay, it's ready. What do you think?" 

Pam looked at an overhead mirror and grinned, "I love it."

Loading ink cartage into her gun Lea said "Just relax Pam. Try not to move unless I tell you to," and smiled back at her client.

Pam nodded.

For the next hour Lea did her needle work over what she had drew before almost to perfection. The pain Pam felt did cause her eyes to tear up but she started to get used to it. Lea was good about sensing when her client needed a mini break and would stop for 30 seconds to a minute every once in a while, then restart exactly where she left off. 

As the needle started working on the stem of the rose, either the gun itself or Lea's hand would be pressed on Pam's clit. The vibration hitting where her husband normally licked when they made love almost made her forget about the pain. Her low moans of pleasure were being masked by the sound of the needle, but Lea was not being fooled. Pam was wet. Very wet. Pam's sent was filling the room. 

As much as she tried to fight it, Pam had an orgasm building. Lea moved her hand just slightly and that when Pam let go. A low but louder moan escape Pam, giving away any pretense that she hadn't just came.

The already horny Lea kept working the stem outline, but found her self almost standing on her stole trying to fight the itch between her own legs. 

Finally the pattern was inked. Lea took some ointment off the shelf and applied it to the Pam's pubic area. Being a little more daring now, she worked the ointment around Pam's clit. When she was done, she put her face close to Pam's pussy and blew softly. Pam arched her back with the cool sensation. 

Suddenly Pam's cell phone went off. 

Pam looked at the caller ID and then the clock on the wall. It was 7:45pm

"SHHH," said Pam, "It's my husband."

Lea turned the music down as Pam clicked the call button. 

Pam spoke with her husband and gave him a "hello...I'm shopping...I love/miss you and good bye," type call.

Pam clicked the off button and said, "Whew...I'm not used to being sneaky with him. I hope he didn't sense anything."

"Naw. I was convinced," said the grinning Lea, "do you need to stretch?"

"Yes, and a trip to the bathroom. Wow, has it gotten hot in here."

Lea again helped Pam up and said, 'Yes it has. I am starting to sweat. Be careful you are going to very sensitive there when you wipe"

"Don't I know it" giggled Pam. 

As Pam left the room, Lea slid out of her jeans to get into a pair of shorts she had in a drawer. Her own panties were drenched. She took them off as well. 

As she was pulling up her shorts, a voice came from behind her, "I like your tattoo," said Pam, "the butterfly looks almost life like."

Lea froze with her shorts not to her knees yet. Pam walked over to the artist, letting the robe fall open, and traced her finger over the tattoo on Lea's ass. 

"Thank you," was all Lea could say quietly, then turned to face Pam. For a moment they stood there. Then Lea leaned in and kissed Pam, who returned the kiss greedily pulling Lea tight against her. 

They kissed for 5 minutes before Pam walked them back to the artists chair and sat Lea down. She let the robe fall to the ground and helped Lea off with her shirt then started to kiss her again. She kissed her way off Lea's lips and onto her neck, taking time to nibble behind the girl's ear. Pam could feel the goose bumps on Lea's arms as she worked her way down Lea's breast and sucked them. Lea ran her fingers though Pam's hair then stopped for a moment and pulled Pam's shirt off and unclipped her bra. Then Pam went back to sucking on Lea's tits. Pam bit softly on the nipples causing the artist to moan loudly. 

"Fuuuuccckk yeeeess," was all Lea could say. 

Pam started to work her way down. There was pain in her pubic area but she was not going to let that stop her from pleasing this girl the way she had been pleased by Lea earlier. Lea did not have a shaved pussy, as Pam had suspected, but what one of her daughters called "a landing strip" with a thin line of pubic hair surrounded with a little stubble.

Pam worked her lips around Lea's clit and nibbled. Pam had never been with a woman before, but the moans coming from Lea told her that she was doing it right. As the older woman licked and sucked on the younger ones clit, Pam inserted a finger into Lea's tight little pussy and worked it in and out. Lea started bucking her hips and running her short nails on Pam's back as the moans became loader.

"Oh...yesss..don't stop, Please gawd, don't stop...fuuucckkk"

The young woman shrieked as she came on Pam's finger. Pam pulled her finger out and dabbed her tongue into the little pussy, tasting her as she came again. And again.

Breathless and feeling like her own crotch was on fire, Pam stood up and stretched her arms out. Lea sat up as well and kissed Pam again. 

They took a little break. Then Pam climbed back into the chair, where Lea finished the coloring of the tattoo, both women completely naked the rest of the sitting. Pam came about 3 more times during the coloring and one more time as the young artist nibbled on her clit and fingered her. When the coloring was done and they were both spent, it was 2:30 in the morning. Having missed the last bus, Pam drove Lea home. When they got to Lea's apartment, the young girl leaned over and kissed Pam one more time and said with a wink "we can work on you tits the next time your husband goes out of town."

Pam's husband was very surprised and turned on by the tattoo. "Oh Baby, that's got to hurt. When do you think I can touch you there again?"

"In a couple days. I'll blow you till then."

"That doesn't do much for you," said Tom.

Smiling, Pam replies "That's ok; I was touched enough down there for a while."



The Tattoo



My wife has just gotten a tattoo. It is an angel and is on her back/neck, just under her hairline. It's pretty cute and looks good on her.

Why is this noteworthy? Well, in all the time I've known her she's never even intimated that she wanted one. Three of our children have tattoos, one doesn't. I don't and probably never will. I am 40 years old and getting a tattoo smacks of mid-life crisis to me.

Mary is the same age as me and we have been married for almost twenty years. We have four children, two of each. The eldest was born before we were married; she is 21. Her sister is 19. The boys have just turned 18; yes, they are twins.

My wife is still an astonishingly beautiful woman. She is tall, about 5' 11" and has kept her lean figure despite having four children. Everything isn't as tight as it once was but she carries herself well. I think this is half the battle for women (and men) in their forties.

She has long brown hair and green eyes. They flash with humour most of the time. Just don't make her angry. She has quite a temper. She breasts are about 36 D depending how her weight is at the time. Sometimes they are a bit bigger, other times, smaller. I don't understand her physiology. I just know this is how it is.

She is the Office Manager at the local sawmill. Her boss recently headhunted her. She used to work as a secretary for a mechanic. Her new boss took his car there for servicing and saw how competent she was. He needed someone to manage his office and she was the one.

There are only two women at the sawmill. Julie is the administration assistant (secretary) while Mary manages things. Her boss, Tony, is a large black man who worked his way up from the sawmill floor to the top job. This way he knew everything there was to know about the mill and had some innovative ideas. Mary really enjoyed working there.

She decided that she wanted another tattoo. She had her star sign, a lion, inked onto her upper right arm. Not long after that she came home with a unicorn on her left bicep.

I spoke to her about her tattoos. "You seem hooked, Mary. When is it going to stop? And why the sudden interest?"

"Well, my boss Tony is covered in tattoos and he has talked to me about them and how much he loves them. Most of the guys at the mill have them too, and they all have more than one. I just think they are as sexy as hell. Don't you like them?"

"It's not whether I like them or not. It's more that I'm wondering why now? You've never even mentioned them before."

I tried to assure her that I didn't mind either way, and that I was just wondering where the idea came from. She took it to mean that I was having a go at her for her new ink. She seemed to carry her anger for the next few days. 

Then she came home with a 'tramp stamp' across her lower back. It was a native rose and looked spectacular. I told her that I liked it. She looked at me as if I had two heads.

"What, you mean I have your permission to have another tattoo? Like I would wait for you to approve anyway."

"Mary, no, I really like it. Why are you making this an argument? Can't I even like your tattoos now?"

She ignored me and the heat level in the house dropped another few degrees. 

I thought about her reaction. It was out of character for her and it looked like this was about something else. I thought about what she had said about her boss. She was really enthusiastic when she was talking about his tattoos. Maybe she had seen more of them than I thought.

I decided to take a little more notice of how she was behaving. It seemed to me that she was dressing a little better than she had been. She was wearing more skirts and dresses to work. Her make-up looked more carefully done than before too. Also, she always put perfume on for work. This was a recent thing too.

I was beginning to feel uneasy about everything. The straw that broke the camel's back was her latest tattoo. It was a design on her chest that included some ink on the tops of both her breasts. She showed me this new abstract design. I looked at it and really liked it. As I looked away a small black mark on her left breast caught my eye. I didn't register what it was as it was incorporated into the rest of the design. 

I knew she wouldn't let me get close to it again so I thought I would be a little sneaky about seeing what it was. That night I decided to go to bed late. Mary was already asleep when I got to the bedroom. Here was my chance. She was wearing a nightgown that buttoned up the front. The top couple of buttons were undone. I looked at the new tattoo but didn't see the black mark I saw earlier. I carefully undid another button and then I saw it. It was a queen of spades.

I felt sick. I knew what that meant, that she was a queen for black dick. What was I going to do? Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning I looked through the phone book for a Private Investigator. I rang one who could see me that morning. I told him my tale of woe and my suspicions. He asked me a few questions and asked for a thousand dollar retainer. He would follow her for a week and we would meet at the same time in seven days.

Have you got any idea how difficult it is to pretend to live normally when you suspect your wife of infidelity? Let me tell you it's not easy. I was certain that Mary knew what I suspected just by the way I behaved.

After the longest week of my life I met with the PI again. He had a written report, photos and a video. Everything showed that she was not only fucking her boss but also fucking a few of his friends as well. I was devastated. I thought if it was only one person, a fling, then I would be able to cope, to try for a reconciliation, but not now. Now it was going to be divorce and a custody battle.

I went home and read the report. It detailed Mary's movements from the moment she left the house until she got home. In the week she didn't actually work at all. She spent the week fucking her way through a large number of black men.

All was revealed when I looked at the video. She left home and drove to a house on the other side of town. Inside her boss greeted her. They immediately fucked. There was no foreplay, just hard fucking. Then a number of men entered the house. They too all fucked my wife. They seemed to take a break for an hour or so. Then Mary and her boss Tony had a leisurely session of lovemaking. In the morning she was fucked hard and fast by six black men who treated her like a receptacle for their cum. They came in her pussy, in her ass and in her mouth. 

In the afternoon Tony treated her like a lover. They engaged in a lengthy foreplay. They kissed and sucked each other. Their fingers discovered erogenous zones and elicited gasps of pleasure from the partner. After about an hour of this they were both ready. Tony climbed onto Mary and sunk his shaft deep inside her. His cock was massive, much larger than me. Mary took it all and then started talking. She encouraged him to fuck her deep and hard.

"Oh, Tony, fuck me, fuck me. I love your cock. Harder, keep going, deeper, fuck me fuuuuck."

He did all she asked for and before long she was making no sense as her orgasm built. She came, hard, and squirted everywhere. Just after that, Tony came too. He filled her so much that his cum leaked out of her.

He left the room and the others took their turn making love to her. It seemed that the morning was fucking for them and the afternoon was making love for her. Either way she was fucked twice, by six men, in the one day.

The rest of the film showed a similar level of sex on subsequent days. Sometimes there was even more men that fucked her. They all had two things in common; all were black and all were heavily tattooed.

I had no choice but to seek a divorce. I made an appointment with my lawyer. When I eventually saw him he was able to quickly write up a divorce decree that meant that I would be financially well off.

With this information I decided to confront Mary. When she arrived home, she had another tattoo. Her left forearm was covered by a floral design. I spoke to her about her tattoos. I looked at her chest tattoo.

"What's this," I asked? I pointed to the queen of spades.

"Oh, that's just something Tony suggested. It's a poker thing apparently."

"Yeah, right, poker. I'm not actually that stupid, Mary. I know what it means. And judging by what I know you've been doing over the past few weeks you are well aware of its meaning too."

At least she had the good sense to shut up.

"So, Mary, here's the deal. We are finished. I will lodge the divorce papers and as soon as humanly possible we will be free of each other. I'll be able to sleep at night and you'll be free to fuck whoever you like."

"But, I love you."

"Obviously," I replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've got a funny way of showing it."

"That means nothing to me."

"Additionally, I will have custody. Even though the children are technically adults. But I don't want any of them exposed to your new lifestyle. If you choose to fight this then fine. We'll meet each other in court. You choose. Sign these papers now and I will lodge them or don't sign, find a lawyer and I'll see you in court. Let me know who your lawyer is so I can send copies of the video, the photos and the Private Investigators report to them."

"What? You've got video and photos? When...How...?"

"I knew there was more to your tattoos than just liking them so I hired a PI. You made it really easy for him. Personally it was the best thousand dollars I've ever spent. Now you can get your things and leave. Don't forget the papers. I'll be back in an hour. Don't be here when I get back."

I left the house.

EPILOGUE

I hated what Mary had done but I was lonely and missed her, but I didn't want her back. She had hurt me too much. She kept up her sessions with her boss but after a while he tired of her. She lost her job too. The last I heard she was living in a single room in a boarding house. At her age she was finding employment difficult. Apparently she was drinking too much and not looking after herself. She had lost her way and had no-one to blame but herself.



The Tattoo Bar



This story starts, innocently enough, with two people meeting at a place called the Tattoo Bar. It is a small place, well worn with character, built into the side of a flatiron building in an old part of Dallas. Besides an eclectic mix of customers, there were a number of things that made this place stand out as a unique part of Dallas nightlife. It was known for its chocolate martinis, great music and tendency to attract tattoo lovers from across the metroplex. Such is the meeting ground for the two unlikely people who make up this story of intense torrid passion and discovery. 

It was a busy night at the Tattoo Bar on the Friday night that they first met. Mary had been working as a bartender at the Tattoo bar for that last 10 months and now that she wasn't in a serious relationship, she could enjoy the carefree and creative life that seemed to be so much a part of the Tattoo Bar's heritage. That night, everyone in the club seemed to be in their element. The music was good, lots of ink, laughter and plenty of spirits to keep a smile on every face. 

His life stood in stark contrast to hers. At 10 years older than her, he felt younger than most his age, but over the years his life had moved into a quiet and most predictable part of suburbia. Gone where the days of noisy bars, rock shows and crazy nights with friends. Inspired by some life changing events and his love for tattoos, he decided to get another piece of ink on his arm. In combing through the Internet and local news rags in recent weeks, he had read about this place called the Tattoo Bar. 

"That's it" he thought to himself. "Just what I need... a new tattoo and an evening at the Tattoo bar". 

....................

He sat quietly at the bar after having his new ink done just an hour before. His mind raced and he kept checking the bandage on his arm to make sure it was staying put. He looked up at the bartender and ordered his beer.

"Fat Tire...in the biggest glass you have" he said. As she turned around to fill the mug he admired her ink. Her ink was beautiful. She was living art and she moved with ease and grace around the inside of the bar. She turned around to hand him his beer, finally saying her first words to him. "Run a tab?" she said in a matter of fact tone, as if unimpressed or bored with him. "Sure why not" he said. 

As he drank his beer and took in the surroundings, he kept admiring her artwork and her beauty. Her shortly cropped multi-colored hair, black tank top and beautiful mature hips. He gazed at her lips and daring eyes. He found himself consumed with her beauty. He began to imagine what it would be like to run his tongue slowly around the edge of her mouth. He could feel his cock begin to thicken and throb. 

She began to exchange some small talk with him, while seemingly doing so out of nothing more than boredom. As the evening when on, they began to exchange glances frequently. She admired his angular face, strong arms and piercing eyes. His tight backside and V shaped back kept bringing her eyes back to him. Her thighs moistened as her mind began to drift and fantasize about this quiet but strong and attractive guy at the bar. 

It was the end of her shift and she had clocked out. He was more than relaxed now and had just finished his last beer, so he was on his way out the door. As luck would have it, he opened the door for her as she made her way out onto the street. 

"I don't really know this areas very well, do you know where I could find a good coffee shop around here?" he asked nervously, as he tried to think of anything to say to get her to speak to him. 

"How did you know I was going out for coffee?" she asked with a huge smile. "Your welcome to follow me...there is a good place right around the corner" 

"Sounds good to me!" he said in an upbeat tone. 

They made their way around the corner, exchanging small talk and sharing exchanges about body art. They were two people from completely different worlds, brought together by chance, tattoos and time. 

Hours pass...

Her flat was right across the street and after talking passionately about their interests, she invited him up to have a drink and look at some photographs of her tattoos that had appeared in magazines. He gladly accepted the offer and once again his heart beat with anticipation. She began to become intrigued with her newfound aquaintance, as she kept having fleeting visions of them kissing in a warm embrace. 

They were sitting on her couch in the small artful apartment downtown. She flipped through the pages of her photo albums and they continued to talk about their fondness for tattoos and music. He fought hard to concentrate on the conversation as his passion for her stirred in his head, heart and pants. He could see that her eyes had caught a glimpse of his hardening cock pressing upward on his jeans. There was no doubt about what thoughts had been running through their heads. She noticed his eyes taking in her hips, mouth and ink every time she moved about the room. 

They both looked up from the photo album and with a loss for words they stared deeply into each other's eyes. He was spellbound and so was she. As if under some intoxicating drug, they very slowly leaned into each other and kissed. He ran his hands through the colors of her hair and gently circled her lips with his tongue. She pressed forward and moved her tongue into his mouth. Her thighs were dripping with passion and his cock was throbbing with anxious anticipation. 

She grabbed his hand and took him into her bedroom. No words where spoken. She lifted her top and removed her bra. Now topless, she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled upward on his shirt. He gladly tossed his shirt aside and bent over to press his tongue into her awaiting mouth. In a matter of moments they were both completely naked and kissing passionately in the middle of the bed. 

He marveled at her ink and beautiful form. Slowly, he began to kiss her neck and began to slide his tongue down the center of her chest. Parting her legs he moved down to kiss her pubic mound and take in the scent of her sex. He breathed deeply and slowly licked the inside of her thighs, while taking in the smell of her beauty. 

He moved his tongue around the edges of her opening, as if teasing her...tempting her to experience all of him. He grabbed her hips and pushed his tongue deep inside her while pulling her hips into his kiss. Her head pushed back on the pillow and her back arched as he surrounded her clit with his mouth. 

She grabbed the sheets with both hands while bending her knees upward and pushing down on him while spreading even more to allow him to pleasure her. The movement of his tongue and the pull of her clit into his mouth was causing her juices to flow freely from her opening, and she knew he was taking it all in. With a loud long moan and several short shallow breaths she pulled his head into her thighs and began to shudder. He held her tightly while licking and sucking her clit as her legs began to straighten. Her back arched higher and she let her orgasm run with reckless abandon, while her legs locked and she twitched uncontrollably. 

They lay there without saying a word. Time seemed to stand still. His head was on her pubic mound and her juices on his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and he continued to rest his head on her thighs as if waiting for direction. Their bodies continued to radiate heat as the soft white sheets lay beneath them. 

He began to kiss her stomach and slowly work his way back up to her neck. As he grabbed the back of her head with both hands he whispered into her ear. "Do you want me inside of you?" he asked. 

She moaned softly and pressed her thighs against his throbbing cock. Her legs spread wide and without saying a word, she guided his hips and cock into her sopping wet hole. He pushed slowly and could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her opening. They both moaned as he began moving in and out while they exchanged tongues and short shallow breaths. 

He slowly pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. He moved his hands down her thighs and his tongue followed into the small of her back. Keeping his hands on her hips he pulled upward as to suggest she move onto her knees. Her back arched again and she moved onto her elbows as she rocked back to give him full access to her opening. He grabbed the base of his cock and watched it throb as he put the tip of it into her opening. She began to moan and push back like she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted him now. 

"Fuck me, just fucking fuck me!" she demanded. She grabbed the sheets tightly with both her fists as she prepared for his strength. He pushed his entire length into her sopping wet hole. Grabbing her hips, he looked down at her tattoos of the reptiles on her back. Suddenly he felt primal as instinct took over and he pushed hard and deep into her wetness. With every push she felt as if there was no more room in her opening for more. He was filling her completely. He couldn't stop looking at her back and her black hair as it bounced across her neck with every push. 

"Yes. Yes Steve...fuck me and don't stop till I tell you to!" she yelled. 

"Mary...your tattoos...their driving me fucking crazy" he yelled with all his breath. His cock pounded hard and furious while she continued to moan loudly. 

"Your going to make me cum...don't stop." she said as her voice now changing from tension to insatiable lust. 

She was going to cum and so was he. He buried his throbbing tool in her and she began to spasm around the base of his cock. When her spasms continued to grip his cock, he couldn't hold out any longer. His hot cum sprayed into the back of her tunnel as his muscles jerked uncontrollably. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto her stomach. They lay breathing deeply and totally exhausted, while holding each other and feeling their juices drain out of their bodies. 

..................

An hour must have passed as they held each other and stared into each other's eyes. He kept looking at her body, her art, and her beauty. But their future together was so uncertain. He didn't know if she really felt the same for him as he for her, or what would come of their relationship. As if on autopilot, his primal urge and the images of her tattoos swam through his head. He parted her legs one more time...as if to give her a lasting gift for the appreciation he had for her beauty. 

He put his mouth around her opening and once again grabbing her hips. With a deep breath he took in the smell of their sex. Tasting both of their juices mixed together inside of her excited him. He looked upward while taking her clit into his mouth. Gazing upon her tattoos and watching waves of spasm move the artwork on her body was like nothing he had ever experienced before. She came quickly as he continued to lick her clit and drink their juices from her opening. He didn't want her to orgasm so quickly. He felt like he could have lain there, kissing her, while adoring the beauty of her body, skin and ink forever.