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Three Ch. 1

By: Coygirl



my fingers intertwined with hers as we made our way to His room. our bare feet padded softly along the tiled floor, our silks rustled softly as we moved quickly down the hallway. she glanced over at me, smiling a little. It had been nearly a month since we all started living together, the two of us serving our Master together. He's talked to both of us for weeks about each other. we paused just before opening the door, her fingers pushing into my hair, smoothing it out, her soft lips kissing my cheek gently. Never before had i known another slave to be so kind to me, without the underlying element of jealousy that always seemed to accompany them. my mouth curled into a little smile, my breath catching in anticipation of the evening.

she pushed the doors open, and we moved together into the large room, towards our Master seated in His chair near the fire. He held His hands out to us as we knelt before Him, she on the right, myself on the left. He watched as we descended down to our knees, spreading them wide before settling back onto our heels, our backs straight, aroused nipples pushing against the thin silk. our heads remained bowed slightly, lips parted to show our readiness of accepting any part of Him into us. we waited patiently, my heart seemingly pounding as He gazed down at us.

"pet," He said, startling me out of my daze. my face lifted as He spoke His name for me, my fingers squeezing His gently. "Tonight, we concentrate on you. For a week now I have been working with your sister, and she has been moving into her role as your sister and Female Dominant quite well. I believe that she is ready to join us, pet, to serve Me, and help take care of you. I know you spent last night restrained in your bed, hearing us as we consummated our union, your exposed spread pussy teased and left to grasp at the air. I wanted your arousal to be at a peak for us tonight, pet. I promise you, I will make up for My lack of attention for the past week." He smiled softly, whispering, "We both will."

"Now, up over My lap, pet." my brows pulled into a tiny frown, confused as to why i was to move into a punishment stance. His eyes narrowed just for a moment, His large hand tightening around mine before letting go, leaving me to decide to comply or disobey. Of course, i obeyed, not wanting to ruin His planned evening before it even began. i sighed under my breath as i settled over Him, my long dark hair being pushed into a thick ponytail by her, tied with a black silk ribbon tightly after she pulled my top over my head. she moved behind me, her fingers releasing the small clasp that held my skirt closed, the material falling down over His legs as my plump cheeks were revealed. 

"Open your legs pet, you know better than to keep them closed like that," He chided softly, my ass lifting up slightly as i immediately spread open, regretting my forgetfulness. He knew i was a bit thrown by the request, but He didn't falter and allow me to forget my place with Him. He whispered something to her, and i heard her scurry away, opening the large chest nearby. His hands rested down upon my cheeks, pulling at my skin gently. i started to tremble just a little, and He said, "Calm yourself pet, you know no harm will come to you." i took a deep breath, chastising myself for believing, even for a moment, that i would be subjected to unimaginable tortures. 

He slid His index finger down between my spread cheeks, dipping into my heated folds, spreading my juices up over my tender tight rosebud. i squirmed just a little, and His hand pressed into my neck, holding me still. "pet, I mean it, lay still or I will be forced to change the plan for the evening. Believe Me, you would much rather endure what I have planned, rather than what you will force me to do if you do not stop moving. I know you are anxious, but you are to remain still." His voice was low, demanding even if quiet. His fingers tightened into my neck, reaffirming his words. "And not a sound from you. I have trained you better than that, haven't I?" i nodded my head just a little, and He patted my ass softly. "Good girl."

i heard His toy move back next to us, depositing what He had asked of her onto the floor next to her as she settled back onto her knees, this time right in front of Him. He released His hold on my neck, telling me to turn my head and look at her. "Speak, toy," He said, His fingers tracing down my back slowly. she nodded and said, "my dearest sister, beloved pet of our Master, i have been fortunate enough to meet both of you. He has seen many things in me, most importantly submissive and Domme. i am a true switch, eager to please both Master and servant. you are His beloved one, and i understand that my place is after you. our Master has seen a need in you for another Dominant, one who would do His bidding, a female to help complete your submission to Him. He has recognized this aspect in me, and will continue to teach me, with you as our combined submissive. please know sister, that i will not be the one to decide to push your limits; it is up to Him to decide how far i will go with you. All that takes place today and beyond is for all of us, strengthening our relationship, solidifying our roles together. Please, tell me that you accept me in this role. Without your approval, i cannot truly begin to take my place."

my eyes welled with tears at her sweet words, and of course, i murmured my assent. A broad smile graced her beautiful face, and she looked up to Him, her hand running alongside of His against my now heated skin. she tossed her long blond hair back behind her shoulders as she stood, stripping the silks from her shapely body. her body seemed to glisten in the light from the fire, her legs parting to show Him her hidden treasure, her hips thrusting forward slightly to display her arousal. i could see her bare lips, still tender from the His attentions the night before, small marks from his lips and teeth still apparent. her clit seemed to swell from between them, and it seemed to calm me down even more, knowing that she was as aroused as i was. i dropped my head back down over Him, and His hand slid once again over my neck, the other grasping onto my inner right thigh, holding me in place.

"The strap, toy," He started, "pick it up and curl the end around your hand." i nearly gasped at His words. The strap! The 2" wide, 2 foot long, 1/2" thick strap that made quiver. He had never started out with the strap; usually His hand warmed my bottom first, preparing me for the crop or strap. "Now, let the end of it slide along her leg. You must build the anticipation up with the submissive. Tease her with what she knows will soon sting her ass. Make her want it." He tightened His grip on me, fingers digging into my tender flesh. she started at my feet, running it over my exposed toes and soles. i bit my lip to keep from moaning out, trying to concentrate on slowing the pounding of my heart. Back and forth between my feet, the strap caressed my skin. she pulled the edge of it up my right leg, over my calf, the back of my knee, over His hand, stopping just at the curve of my cheek. she matched her movements on my left leg, letting the end of it rest flatly against my ass. Now, up along my back, i arched just slightly, which He allowed. my dangling hands clenched together as i lifted my ass up a little, the edge barely gracing my skin as it made its way back down my legs. Then it left my body completely, my cunt starting to pulse in dread. His hand slid down my inner thigh, parting my legs even more.

Then, i heard it, for a split second, the whoosh through the air before it slammed down into my left cheek, marking it. i nearly yelled, then remembered His strict orders to remain quiet. my body bucked up against Him, and He tightened His grips on me, but stayed silent. she focused on my ass, moving back and forth between my trembling cheeks, her power increasing with each whipping. she paused for a moment, shifting her stance slightly. i felt Him lean back into the chair, and suddenly i panicked, sensing something. i could feel His fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thigh, His hand twisting around my ponytail tightly. she began to wallop me now, from a different angle, the strap landing again and again on the soft undercurve of my ass cheeks, staining them with thick stripes from the strap. The blows came up and down, in rapid succession. i cried out once, my body nearly shuddering from the pain. she stopped and moved in front of me, crouching down as she suddenly shoved a ball gag into my mouth and tightened it around my head. she looked at me for a moment, smiling just a little, my eyes pleading with her for mercy. she shook her head, knowing that at the same time i wanted a reprieve, i wanted more.

she took her place in front of us again and started on my back, crisscrossing the strap against it with the same fury she used on my throbbing red cheeks. Now, with the gag tightly in place, i let myself cry out over and over, only mere whimpers escaping from around the ball. i felt that Master had never even been this hard on me, even though just a few short weeks ago He nearly made me pass out from the punishment He administered after i had misbehaved at a private party. This time, it seemed to humiliate me more, as my fellow submissive wielded the weapon. my body bounced against His lap, my ribs pushing down into Him hard, feeling His cock thickening against me. The strap stopped against my back for moment, starting up again along my thighs. The strap flew against my skin, leaving a trail of deep red stripes along my legs as she made her way down my calves, stopping after she slammed the strap against the bottom of my feet. i heard it drop down to the floor, and i involuntarily bucked against Him, the entire back of my body throbbing. i felt her fingers start to pinch my skin, along my calves, and i tried to remain still. my teeth dug into the ball as she continued up, deliberately pinching the slightly bruised curves of my cheeks. 

His fingers slid up between my drenched thighs as her hands moved off my body, sinking His three middle fingers right into my gaping pussy. "Just as I thought," He chuckled. "My slut always gains pleasure first from these sessions, the pain is just an afterthought for her." He shifted slightly beneath me, His cock was now fully hard, digging into my side. His fingers slid easily free from my cunt, and He lifted them up, to her lips, her tongue cleaning them eagerly. "The crop now," He ordered, His hands once again settling back into position. By now, the tears had started dripping down my cheeks, my legs trembling slightly. i didn't know if i could bear her unimaginable strength again, but i knew i had to. 

she tapped the crop lightly along my stretched body, smacking it softly against my skin. The strap had stripped my resistance from me, and i luxuriated now in the feeling of the leather sliding against me. The crop brought forth a sting, my skin heated and nearly glowing from the strap. "Now," He growled, digging His fingers into my hair and thigh again. she started on my ass again, whipping me ferociously with the crop, my body bouncing now against His thighs. i could feel my saliva starting to drip out around the ball gag, my cunt twitching uncontrollably as she brought the crop down again and again. she barely strayed from my cheeks, marking them over and over, sometimes concentrating on the tender curves again, then up to my lower back, striping it across fast and hard. my muffled cries, combined with the loud cracks of the crop, filled the room. He turned my head, His dark eyes searching mine, making sure i was ok. i had barely nodded before He commanded her to continue for 10 more strokes. she hammered them down into me, and when she finished, my body lay limp against Him, my chest heaving to suck air down through my nose into my lungs.

"Turn her over Master?," she asked, and i almost started bawling, not wanting to move my aching body just yet. He flipped me over, with no help from me, moving me into a sitting position on His lap. He pushed my legs over His, spreading my cunt wide. He reached for my arms and pulled them back around his neck, motioning to toy to tie my wrists behind His head. i whimpered from behind the ball gag, my sore ass pressing into His wool trousers. He slid me forward a little, my ass barely touching His lap, and i held myself up by my legs, trying to grip onto His. He pushed my head back to lean against His shoulder, my body arching. i was splayed out, displaying my body to her, my lust evident. my nipples were tightly puckered, red, hard, thick nipples pointing upwards. my clit swelled out from between my own shaved lips, juices glistening along my thighs. she held the crop in one hand, tapping it against her open palm, waiting for His next command.

Right next to my ear, He said, "pet, it's time for you to push past your limit of frontal punishment. I have been patient now for nearly a year, and in that time, you have barely budged on this. I told you when we first started that I was eager to see you give it up, give yourself over to the pain, the pleasure, to put your absolute trust in Me in regards to this. Now, I've decided it's time. you can either make it very hard or very easy on yourself. I forbid you to refuse this training. If when we've finished you decide to discontinue participating in this, then chances are I will release you from your submission to Me." i jerked my head sideways, nearly glaring at Him as i took this all in. A sharp smack from the crop on my inner thigh brought my face forward again. "Begin," He commanded. "Keep your eyes open, pet."

she swung the crop above her head, pausing for amoment for maximum effect. she brought it down hard, slamming it into my right nipple, once down over it, then back up, punishing the underside of my sensitive nub. she moved the left, this time harder. i shook in His lap, the pain searing through my breasts, straight down to my clit, which throbbed incessantly. i tried to move, wanting to avoid the next stroke, but my position made it impossible. "Again," He growled, His hands moving to my upper arms, pinning them down around His neck, holding me tight to Him. she repeated her punishment, up, down, up, down. He nodded for her to continue, and she did, my nipples burning in pain. i gurgled from behind the gag as the crop moved sideways, slapping my tits back and forth, making them swing back into position again and again. my eyes fluttered as i strained to keep them open, my jaw aching as i clenched into the ball. my ass bumped back into His cock, which strained against His fly. i released a long deep groan, and He motioned for her to stop. she paused for a moment, the tip of the crop rubbing slowing across the curve of my breasts as i tried to compose myself.

"Very good, pet," He whispered in my ear, His hands caressing my tensed arms gently. "Just a little more, dear. you will really need to focus on your fears, push them out of your system. I'm not just doing this for My enjoyment; this is for you, and her." i nodded slowly, tears seeping down my cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw Him point to something on the ground. i stared at a far point on the wall, hearing her dropping the cropping and picking up a new instrument. It was His new pussy flogger, a short thick handled whip that was made up of several 9 inch long leather strands. i quivered in His lap, so close to projecting myself off of His lap so i could run away. In all our time together, He had only punished my cunt a handful of times, but never with the flogger. It had always remained in its place in the chest, there for me to see as i retrieved other items. 

"her vibrator too, toy," He motioned to the nearby table, nodding as she picked up the biggest one, the one He knew would work my pussy the most. His hands moved down my body, settling on either thigh, His thick strong fingers grasping onto my tender skin. He held me wide apart, "Shove it in deep, all at once." He leaned over my shoulder to watch as toy dropped to her knees, rubbing the head just over my throbbing clit. i exhaled, relaxing my tight inner muscles. i still squealed out as she slammed it into me, the 9 inches buried all the way to my cervix. The small anus teaser in the back pushed into my dark hole, about an inch, just enough to keep me aware of it. He reached down and pushed it up further, seating it deep inside, my ass clenching on the second inch. i nearly retched as it opened my cervix, the pain thundering through me. 

"I know you're soaked pet, and it will be hard for you to hold that in you. But I've faith that you won't let me down, now will you? Because if you don't, even while toy is working the flogger over your tender cunt, even while it vibrates deep within you, you will wear the chastity belt for a month as punishment. Tonight will be your last night of release for 30 days. Yes, pet, I am allowing you to cum as much as you want, as often as you can handle. But after we are through, there will be one more test, one that will require the use of those precious pussy muscles. Don't let yourself get tired out pet." He twisted the vibrator within me, turned it a medium speed, then released it, letting my pussy takeover. i tried to suck it up into me, my ass letting the attachment root as deeply as possible. "Start!"

The first stroke of the flogger took my breath away, so much that any pleasure i was receiving from the dildo immediately left me. i shrieked out and bounced in His lap, my screams again silenced by the damn gag. The ends of the leather seemed to curl around my hard erect clit, tugging at it as she lifted it up again. i could feel each strand as it whipped into my skin, sending streaks of fiery pain from my cunt to the rest of my body. With barely a moment to recover, she let it fly again, striking me up from below, a few of the leather strips slamming into my ass cheeks. she dragged the flogger up over my clit, pushing it hard against me, wettening the strands with my juices that dripped out from around the dildo. 

"Again!" He ordered. The damp leather smacked against my tender pussy lips, and i started to cum, riding the dildo. i bounced in His lap like i was riding a horse...or even better, His cock. He flicked at the remote and turned the vibrator on higher, making me scream. i sucked in as much air as i could through my nose, shuddering so hard against Him i thought He'd let me fall. But His grip tightened on my thighs, bruising them. i couldn't tell when one orgasm stopped and the next began. For the next 5 minutes, she worked the flogger against my cunt, no longer waiting for His orders to continue. The vibrations increased, and i came hard, again and again. my clit was nearly raw from the beatings; each stroke shot me into painful orgasm.

Finally, she dropped the flogger and moved away from us. my cunt still held tightly onto the rumbling vibrator, which He turned off quickly, and pulled it from me, a soft sucking noise escaping from my trembling pussy. my head lay back against His shoulder, rolling back and forth mindlessly as He removed the ball gag. "Get me a mirror," He hissed to toy, "put it in front of her cunt. I want to see." she grabbed one off the nightstand and slid it between my legs, tilting it so He could see the reflection. He gripped into my hair, tilting my head forward so i could see the result of her attention to me. i started to weep when i saw the condition of my poor pussy, so dark red it was nearly purple. my clit still peeked through its hood, not wounded but definitely battered. 

"Ohh my pet," He murmured into my hair. "you did so well, so much better than I had hoped. you were very brave, and took your lesson like a good girl. Now one more lesson, one that you will certainly enjoy. toy, kneel between our legs, but stay still until I say." 


Three Ch. 1



"Yes Master," she answered quickly, kneeling in front of us. Master slid His hands under my thighs, and lifted me up and back. "toy, undo my pants, now." i heard her moan as His thick hard cock popped free of His trousers. she loved His prick nearly as much as i did. i let my head drop back over His shoulder, my long dark hair falling across His back. After a bit of rustling, He began to let me back down, slowly. toy held onto the base of His cock guiding it into my aching cunt. It pushed into my swollen lips, precum smearing against me as she slid the head back and forth, teasing us both. His deep groan signaled her to stop; He must be so close already. 

He released my thighs as it pushed deeper, letting gravity do its job. i started to try and fuck myself on His pole, but He held my hips tight, telling me to stop. i did, of course, but not without a small groan of frustration. He chuckled softly, then pushed me down completely, His full heavy balls shoved tight against my ass. i gazed down at toy, my heart melting as she stood in perfect form before us, legs wide, hands upturned on her thighs, her head bowed so her hair nearly covered her face. 

"toy," He said. "you and pet have done very well. For this last lesson, I want you to wrap those beautiful lips of yours around My pet's clit, suck on it until she cums, but do not stop. pet, it is your job to remain completely still, no bouncing, no fucking, no grinding your pretty little ass down into me. We have been developing those cunt muscles of yours for a reason for the past 6 months. Now, you will show me what you have learned. you must make me cum by your orgasms alone. Concentrate now. you do not want to disappoint me in this."

"Yes Master," we both replied. i did not know if i could do it. The last time we tried this 3 months ago, i failed miserably and was forced to hold a dildo the size of His cock in my pussy for 24 hours. The ache lasted for days. 

His hands moved to my sore nipples and started kneading them, twisting them as toy pulled my clit into her mouth. her tongue flicked back and forth against the very tip of my clit, working me back into the state of lust i was in before we started our session. i tried to relax back into Him, concentrating only on His fingers and her mouth. she pulled back once to survey her work and was delighted to find my clit protruding from its hood, thick and erect again. i sighed as she took it back into her mouth, sucking on it like she did His cock, her head bobbing just slightly back and forth. my cunt tightened around His cock, and He drew in a sharp breath. my pussy gripped onto His head, rippling a little as toy swirled her tongue around and around the base of my clit. It was so hard for me not to bounce on His cock. i loved fucking Him more than almost anything else in the world. 

i could hear His breath starting to grow ragged. toy started sucking harder on my clit, eliciting deep moans from me. Every so often, she'd release my clit and drag her tongue down to where His cock was buried in me, licking at the thick base before smearing my juices back up to my clit and starting again. my muscles were twitching inside me, small spasms sucking at His cock. His hands released my nipples and curled into toy's hair, shoving her into my clit harder. her hand pushed up to massage His balls. her moans were muffled as she pressed tight against my pussy lips. my clit never felt so big, so well worked over before. 

"Cum pet, cum!" He growled, His hands guiding toy's head around my cunt. i cried out, my legs tightening around His thighs, trying desperately hard not to thrust myself up and down His shaft. my cunt pulled at His head, then down the length of His shaft, over and over, my juices dripping out around His balls, coating her fingers. her teeth grazed my twitching clit, and i came again, my pussy snapping around His cock, hungry for His cum. His teeth sunk into my shoulder as His fingers found my nipples again, pulling, stretching them out from my body. i screamed out again, shuddering against His body as i slipped into a continuous orgasm. Tears started slipping down my cheeks again, and i started begging for mercy, my clit raw and sore from her mouth. my pleas sent Him over, and with a mighty thrust into me, He starting shooting thick streams of cum up into me, filling my womb. i came again as His cock swelled within me, spurting again and again. my legs were trembling as toy continued to work my clit, and i started weeping from the pain around my over-sensitive clit. 

"Please Master, i can take no more," i gasped out. His hands pushed toy's face back, her teeth scraping along my abused clit one last time. His arms curled around my waist, hugging me back to Him as His lips kissed up along my sweaty neck. He lifted me off His softened cock and turned me to be cradled in His arms, His soft lips kissing mine over and over. i felt toy moving close to us, her own hands moving against my skin, caressing my belly gently, down over my legs slowly. i pressed my legs tightly together, savoring the feel of His cum inside of me, not wanting this moment to end. toy turned my face to hers, and we kissed lovingly, slowly, our tongues sliding together. He smiled down at us, watching His two most beloved slaves.

"Very good, girls," He whispered. "toy, take your sister to bed. she'll need her rest for tomorrow."



Three Cheers for Aldo



"Ooh, I just have to have those black ones!"

"Yes, Imelda, but don't you already have 18 pairs of black pumps, on top of the 14 pairs of black slides, and the six pairs of black flats?" I offered, trying not to sound overly sarcastic. I knew this because I kept a running count, a count which never decreased.

"But I don't have any like these," which was stretching credibility since there are really only a finite number of styles, all of which already resided in her closet, carefully arranged in various hanging shoe sorters, behind the door racks, and under the bed boxes.

We went back and forth for several minutes debating the merits of adding to the quantity and quality of "The Collection," as I had taken to calling it. "The Collection" was not, of course, limited to black. The brown section was the next largest, followed by the various shades of red, a few special occasion silver, purple, and green, but almost no white. White was a tad too tacky.

The now helpless saleswoman sporting the Aldo nametag looked bored but not unfamiliar with the scene. She had doubtless lost more sales than she cared to remember because of partners like me who know their lover's footwear inventory better than she knows her own. Stifling a fake yawn, she turned to attend to a single woman unaccompanied by the thought and budgetary processes. 

As my beautiful wife tried them on, I had to admit that they did wonders for her legs. Not a particularly tall woman, she always had to work hard at finding clothing and footwear that could help the bottom half better complement her amazing top half. These definitely helped. In fact, they helped so much I almost gave in right there and reached for my credit card.

But a combination of reason and inspiration prevented me. Seeing her standing there barelegged with a skirt that now rode up a little higher in the back thanks to Aldo not only brought me to attention below the belt buckle, but above the neckline as well. 

"How badly do you want them?"

"Oh, I want them!" came the almost uninterested reply, so enamored was she of her prospective purchase.

"No, I mean how badly do you want them?" I said again more pointedly

She looked up at me, her head twisted and her ass in the air while still holding on to the straps around her ankles. Her posture couldn't have been more appropriate for the subtext of my question.

Drawing closer to her without even checking to see if the bored sales clerk was watching, I moved my crotch to the location I had long wanted it to be. "I'll make you a deal," I whispered. "You can buy all the shoes you want, and I'll even pay for them, but they are going to cost you."

Remarkably, she didn't miss a beat. "Will it cost much?"

"Only your ass," I said a little louder, and gave her behind a little push with my now wickedly hard cock.

"Is that all?" she said, and pushed back, giving me a foretaste of things to come.

As she took off the pair on her feet and handed them to the clerk for wrapping, I couldn't believe how easily I had extracted a promise of anal sex. The very subject of entering that taboo enhanced hole had met with more resistance than my cock would have, and despite dropping numerous hints, casually leaving in her path articles extolling the virtues of anal play, and even eliciting personal and enthusiastic testimony from other couples, the answer had always been a firm, but never optimistic sounding, "maybe."

"But here's the deal," I said, perhaps pushing my luck but knowing that the payoff, if I struck it rich, would be worth the gamble. "You can't wear them in public until we do it while you are wearing them, and you can't buy any more until we break these in." The thought of holding onto those hips and filling her ass with my cock while she wore nothing but those black Aldos had me wishing they had fitting rooms in shoe stores.

"In that case, I'll take three pairs," she said and winked as I couldn't get my wallet out fast enough.

* * *

A few days, and several hundred fantasy filled thoughts later, I began to wonder if her promise was merely a ploy to add to "The Collection." My wife was generally not given to making promises she never intended to keep, but these were shoes we were talking about. What kept me from certainty that I had been duped was that all three pairs remained in their boxes, a hopeful sign knowing how quickly she usually broke in each new pair. But I grew suspicious.

As my Friday office duties came to their end, I resolved to ask if, and when, she planned to make good on her pledge, or, as I planned to phrase it, when she planned to debut her newest acquisitions. I was just about to reach for my phone to call her when it rang.

"Yes, dearest?" I loved the way caller ID made me look psychic.

"Are you coming home soon?"

"Well, I was just about to call and see if you wanted to meet me somewhere for dinner so we could talk about a few things."

"Oh, not tonight, my love. I'm not up to being among strangers. Besides, I've already cooked something up."

It wasn't the response I was hoping to hear since I thought a nice meal might create an atmosphere conducive to the conversation I wanted to have, but at least it would save me a few bucks I could spend on more shoes if my fantasies ever became realities. 

"OK, I'll be home it a bit."

I half-dreaded, half-craved pursuing the matter. On one hand, I liked the suspense and the incredibly sexy images it conjured up in my mind. But on the other, I desperately hoped I wasn't going to be both disappointed and out more cash than anyone should spend on a lifetime's worth of shoes, much less three pairs. I certainly wasn't going to divorce her over it, but it wasn't a precedent I wanted to see established. All the way home, I debated with myself the wisdom of bringing it up. Even closing my car's door once I was in the garage, I was still undecided. And then I saw the box.

Just inside the door to the house was a lidless Aldo box, empty save for its white tissue paper spilling out over its deep red sides, as if artfully arranged for the occasion. Its lid was a short toss away. Both lay in a shaft of light thrown from the living room.

Following the light into the other room, I discovered the shoes themselves, the hot black stilettos that had so stoked my sexual imagination in the store. They were now adorning the feet of my lovely wife who had arranged herself so that only her bare legs from the knees down were visible in the light. I could see newly polished nails and recently shaven legs shining in the light. The conversation had obviously begun without me.

"I changed my mind." Her voice floated flirtingly forth from the darkness. "I thought maybe we should go out after all. But the only shoes I could find to match my dress were these old things." She drew one silky calf over the other shiny shin, as if I needed more of my attention called to her footwear.

My knees buckled. I wanted to turn on the light, to see her in all her beauty and then to grab her and kiss my way down from her neck to her ankles, but I found myself unable to move.

"Do you think you could help me take off the price tag?" she asked almost innocently. "It just wouldn't do to be seen in public with everybody knowing what they cost."

She then stood up so that I could now see her in her little black dress, my favorite one. Though her face was still in darkness, this new revelation had the double effect of taking my breath away and sending out a call for even more of the blood which had already made me hard. If it was possible, my wife was almost too sexy to touch. 

But it wasn't possible and I could resist no longer. I kicked the shoebox out of the way and made my way toward her darkened face, taking it in my hands and pulling her toward my waiting lips. Wanting to hold on to this mysteriously sexy moment, I kissed her with closed eyes but open mouth and she followed my tongue's leading in a familiar and well rehearsed dance. We parted our lips and let our bodies continue the dance, with our faces still shrouded in darkness. Music would have spoiled this dance; the intoxicating silence, given erotic rhythm by the raw pounding of both of our hearts, was all we needed to sustain our sexy movement together. When I could bear it no longer, I moved away slightly, took her hand, and twirled her out into the light. Oh, how my beautiful wife's face can move me.

We laughed and I twirled her again, this time so her back was toward me and I could see all of her lovely legs finished off with those magnificent pumps. When I brought her back to me, I embraced her from behind and drew her skirt up her thighs, sliding my thumb back and forth beneath the waistband of her panties once they had been revealed. She responded by trying to raise herself up so that I could touch her in lower, more sensitive areas. Rewarding her efforts with a stroke of her clitoris, I pressed my cock into the gentle crack of her precious little behind.

"Not so fast, my love. I'm definitely already warmed up, but for this, I'll need to be really hot."

"Fear not. We've got all night and I have just what you need."

Taking her by the hand, I led her to the living room's broad, brocaded sofa which was fully in the light. The dress looked fabulous on her but it had to go. Left were her bra and panties, black and matching, but also a distraction from the main event. They lasted a little longer than the dress but they too were kissed off before she knew it. All that remained were sexy legs adorned by black stilettos and these were soon draped over the arms and back of the sofa. My own clothes followed.

I knelt to let my tongue begin its work preparing the way for the long awaited experience. I began with her thigh, moving slowly toward that line where it becomes ass, like that children's game, the object of which is to guess when the meandering fingertip no longer touches the forearm but has met the crook of the elbow. A flick of my tongue to the pussy side met with a twitch of the hips, a sign that she knew the line had been crossed and that game was over. I moved straight for her waiting clit and let it receive its desire. Soon my wife's twitching hips could not be stopped and I pushed my tongue deeply into her sweet and now dripping pussy. She pushed herself hard onto my face and I knew that the time to turn her over was just moments away.

But making her wait just a little longer seemed like more fun for both of us. Taking her bucking ass in my hands, and parting her crack with my thumbs, I rimmed her sweet asshole, perfectly prepared in advance for this special occasion. This sent her over the edge into a clutching, gasping orgasm, the kind that just begged for even more stimulation. I returned to directly sucking on her clit which made her to grab my hand and lead it to her pussy.

"I need you in my cunt," she gasped, and who was I to deny her. Dispensing with the subtle approach, I began with two fingers thrusting in her and quickly moved to three, her cunt devouring what I was offering. Her drenched pussy had by now well lubricated my fingers, making the time right for opening up other avenues. Slipping all but my forefinger out, I resumed stimulating her clit with my thumb and waited for her next lunge to insert my middle finger gently into her waiting anus. Filling her second hole made her gasp in a way I'd never heard from her before and she began moving her hips like never before. She was clearly ready and clearly prepared. The lube was within my one handed grasp on the side table and I applied it abundantly to my cock.

"Are you ready, my love?"

Her cross between a whimper and an "uh-huh" told me the long awaited moment had come. I pulled my hand from within her and helped her to her feet, arranging her so that she'd have the sofa to hold onto while I plowed my way through her asshole. As I sized up her writhing behind, and admired the lean look of her Aldo enhanced legs, she turned her head to meet my eyes. 

"Do me now. But do me gently."

Needing no more encouragement to do away with our respective anal virginities, I squeezed out a little more lube and buttered her anus with it. Taking hold of my quivering cock, I guided it to her opening and ever so gently pressed forward. I heard yet another new gasp from my horny wife's throat as the head of my cock successfully breached the gap.

"Hold there a minute," she breathed, and that was fine with me. I wanted to savor both the moment and the graceful body of my wife splayed out with her fully extended arms clutching the back of the sofa, her ass pointed in the air, and her long black hair flowing down her back. I didn't know if my heart was pounding so hard just to supply the pressure needed for the hardest erection of my life, or from the sheer excitement of this moment of trust and heat.

Grabbing her hips with two hands, I inched forward, her tight hole feeling like it was willing me in. It wasn't long before I couldn't go any deeper and began a gentle and excruciatingly pleasurable retreat. In our slow back and forth, not a single penile nerve ending went unstimulated. My moans must have relayed to her the possibility of a too quick end to these unbelievably powerful sensations. 

"Touch me. Touch my clit," she panted. Making way as deep as possible again and stopping there, I reached around to give her button's nerve endings the attention they deserved. Alternating between rolling it around between two fingers, and flicking it, I soon had her within a few caresses of another orgasm.

"I want us to come together," she groaned, bringing her hips forward to prompt my return to thrusting. This time though, she sped up the tempo, meeting my thrusts with her own and gradually increasing them until we were really pumping away. No longer needing my hands to pace the action in her ass, I swapped her hips for her tits and used them to steady myself for the mutual climax that was not far away. Her body trembled.

"Pinch me. Pinch my nipples," she begged, and as if it weren't going to happen soon anyway, those words triggered that familiar and heady home-free feeling of knowing that heaven is just a few strokes away. 

So I pinched, she flinched, and we came together, my final thrust lifting her up on the tiptoes of her now publically presentable black shoes.

We stayed that way, hearts still pounding through our chests, until we started laughing. Our laughter grew so overwhelming that if we hadn't separated, somebody would have gotten hurt. Gathering her up from behind in my arms, I kissed her neck.

"God, that was good. What made you pick tonight?" I asked, suddenly remembering the conversation I had intended to start until her plans changed mine.

"Oh, there's a big sale next week at Aldo and I still have two more pairs in their boxes in the closet. Dinner?"

I love shoes.



Three Cheers for Kerri



Josh and Kerri danced in the center of the room. He was the star of the football team and she was the sexist freshman cheerleader. Everyone watched their sexually charged dance movements as they shimmied across the floor. After a few dances Josh asked Kerri if she'd like to see his room upstairs (they were at his frat house). She nodded and they headed up. 

They sat down on the bed and started kissing. He pushed his hand under her sweater, admiring her uniform. She'd come straight from the game, he however had showered and changed. She pushed his hands down before they made their way under her bra. He pushed harder against her resistance.

"Josh, stop it" she said.

"Why?" he whispered nibbling on her ear.

"This is too fast," she replied.

He pushed harder, his fingers slipping under the lacy material. She pushed him away. 

"I think I should go" she said with a hint of anger.

"You're not going anywhere," he responded, grabbing her by the waist. She struggled to get away, fear rising within her as he forced her onto the bed and wrapped his legs around her. He pulled off her sweater and her bra, smiling as perfect breasts with cute pink nipples popped out. He then reached for a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed her hands to the top of his bed. 

"Don't worry, you're going to like this," he murmured kissing her neck.

"The hell I will" she spat back at his.

"Ohhh, spunky, I like that," he replied. His lips traveled to her shoulder

"Now Kerri, are you a virgin?" He asked. She remained silent. "you dont' have to tell me, but if you don't, I'll call a few of my friends in her to fuck you and then I'll know you're not. See I have to know if what I am fucking is used or not." 

She glared at him, but knew she had no choice. "Yes," she admitted, "I am"

A smile spread across his lips, "you fucking little tease," he said shaking his head, his lips traveling to her collarbone. He sat up and fingered her nipples. She started screaming. 

"The noise from the party's too loud," he smirked. "You can scream all you want but no ones going to hear." Frustrated, she kept quiet. He went back to playing with her nipples until they stood erect. "you seem to be enjoying this" he laughed. 

"Fuck you" she screamed. 

"If you insist" he retorted. Her eyes grew wide with fear.

Satisfied, he moved his mouth down toward her breasts and began sucking them, rolling her nipples around in his mouth. He sat up and removed her short skirt as she kicked and struggled. "oh, your being a bad girl," he chastened. "Now we don't want to go through that again with your underwear, so I'm going to have to cut them off."

He grabbed some scissors of his dresser and cut the sides if her panties, noticing a small wet spot. "well well well" he said with a gloating smile. He also noticed her pussy was shaved. He stroked it with his hand. "mmmmmm" he murmured.

He removed his own pants and shirt but left his boxers on. He lay down on top of her and took her left breast back in his mouth. He used his left hand to fondle the right one, pinching her nipple, and slid his hands down to her vagina. He slid one finger in and had to force a second one. 

"You're so tight" he exclaimed. "This is going to be good." He continued to finger fuck her until she was fairly wet. Then he lifted his mouth from her breasts, reluctantly, and moved downward. "Open you legs," He instructed. Defiantly she kept them closed. "Open them or I'll call someone in here to open them for me" he barked. She slowly spread them apart. He pushed he lips apart with his fingers and stuck his tongue inside. He licked and gently bit the walls of her pussy while rubbing her clit. She began to quiver and her body shook with an orgasm. 

"You liked that did you?" he laughed.

"I hate you." she seethed.

"You might," he said "but you body sure doesn't"

He removed his boxers, moved up, sat just below he breasts and pulled her head up. "Now listen very carefully" he said seriously, almost menacingly. "You're going to suck my dick, and if you get any ideas about biting, the entire football team will be up here and we will fuck you one after another again and again for hours. I don't think you want that do you?" She shook her head. "OK then" He slipped his semi-hard dick into her mouth. She stroked up and down the sides slowly at first and then harder, faster. She began sucking on the head harder than he'd ever been sucked before. He orgasmed in her mouth and she tried to spit his fluids out, but he forced her lips closed. 

"Swallow," he instructed. She complied. "Well," he said with satisfaction. At least we know you've done that before." She turned her head away in disgust. He lay back down on top of her and kissed her deeply. She bit his tongue. He pulled back and slapped her.

"Don't make me do that again," he said. He sucked on her breasts some more, fingering her until he was hard again. 

He grabbed her tits and positioned himself below her abdomen. 

"No," she whispered, for the first time showing real weakness. 

He smiled, "just cause you asked nice I'm going to take it easy on you." He slipped his head inside of her, she winced as she took it in. He pushed a few more inches feeling her cherry break. Then all the way in. He let her pussy adjust for a few seconds before sliding it out. And back in. She winced in pain and tried to close her legs.

"Now I know this hurts" he said. "but you're going to have to suck it up OK?"

She ignored him and continued to try to close her legs. 

"Tsk tsk tsk," he said, "You're not following orders."

He began thrusting harder deeper faster. Rocking the bed with his quick, pounding motions. She screamed in pain and he in pleasure. He'd never fucked a virgin before and it was better than he could ever imagine. Eventually her screams turned into moans and they orgasmed together. Tired he lay down beside her. 

"That was great baby," he said slapping her on the ass. 

She wriggled against the handcuffs. He turned and unlocked them for her. 

"Settle down" he said, "you can go now."

She stood up and started gathering her clothing. Watching her bounce around naked with her tits swinging all over the place, he found a second wind. Before she could make it to the door he jumped up and grabbed her from behind and forced her onto a coffee table. Her hard nipples pressed against the glass and he couldn't help grabbing a camera and taking a picture from underneath. He then turned her over and stuck his penis back inside of her.

"Please stop," she begged, "please"

He smiled at the power he held over her as he fucked her. He licked her breasts and sucked them again, thinking about how much he'd miss them when she was gone. She orgasmed more easily this time, and by the time he let his juice go inside of her, she was already on her second.

"For someone who hates me that much," he said, still on top of her, "you sure seem to enjoy it." Tears were streaming down her face and he kissed them off. I wish I could keep you here forever" he said sadly. "Maybe just for a little while longer." He kissed her face and breasts, squeezing her ass, feeling himself get hard again. 

"Three times in one night" he said incredulously" This has never happened to me before. You must be special."

She closed her eyes and waited for the next humiliation she would have to endure. He stroked his penis along her pussy lips, pleased with her submission. Out of nowhere she began struggling and managed to slide out from under him and get her hand on the door. He grabbed her wrist back and slapped her across the face. 

"You little bitch," he said "you're in trouble now. Ever hear of doggie style?" she struggled more and tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he handcuffed her back to the bed, face down this time. He began to fuck her doggie style, as he grabbed onto her tits. Harder than he ever before he fucked before. In and out over and over, and just as he was about to come, he flipped her over and came on her breasts and stomach. He rubbed his hands all over her breasts rubbing it in. He played with her nipples squeezing and pinching. 

"OK," he said, uncuffinging her once more, "you can go now."

She jumped up and put on her bra, sweater, and skirt. She looked around for her underwear for a moment before remembering he'd cut them. 

"Oh, that's right," he said. You have no underwear. "Do you want me to walk you home? Your skirts awfully short, I'd hate for some guy to get the wrong idea" 

"I rather take my chances than walk home with you"

"Fine," he said. "It's your body. She stormed out and down the stairs onto the street, and started running home. He jumped in his van and followed her at an inconspicuous distance. When she got to a deserted side street he pulled ahead, and waited for her to jog past. As soon as she did he jumped out grabbed her from behind and pressed her against the van. He lifted her skirt and easily slipped his cock inside of her.

"No!" she screamed. He slipped his hand under her shirt and bra back to her tis.

"Mmmm, I missed these," he whispered in her ear.

"You!" she cried angrily, trying desperatly to twist and hit him. He slammed her against the van harder and continued to fuck her. Eventually he pulled her back a bit and opened the door, she fell forward, bent over inside. He fucked her what he knew would be his final time, and also his best. She orgasmed three times before he was done. He flipped her on her back and took out his camera taking numerous shots of her breasts, face and pussy. 

"Now," he said. "If you think of telling, the entire campus will see these." He kissed her deeply and let her go. She ran away and he started driving back, thinking of how he couldn't wait to share those pictures with his friends.



Three Cheers for the Red, White & Blue



Sometimes he liked to get in the mood with a magazine or a book, maybe a video. The internet was good, too, because he could find words or pictures for more or less anything that worked for him. Best of all, though, was just to close his eyes and visualize. Sometimes remembering, sometimes imagining, maybe the two blurring into each other until he wasn't sure whether it was something he did in the past or something he would like to do in the future. But once he was focussed, he could let the hand and mind co-ordination work their daily magic.

That was what he wanted now: the images in his head, the slow build-up, the growing urgency, the explosive release. Maybe today, if it was very special, he would let it rest a while and then try for a repeat. He stripped, settled into his favourite chair, stretched out his legs and relaxed. He'd already been to the drawer, chosen a few of his favourites and draped them over the arm of his chair.

He decided to start with the white ones. A kind of cotton/nylon material. He didn't really know about fabrics. What he knew about these was the physical effect he could give himself with them. That and the recollection of how he came by them. She had told him she wasn't a virgin - who was at twenty-one, these days? - but he found her to be unbelievably naive. She liked it when he used his mouth on her but when he asked her to reciprocate she was disappointing. He put it down to inexperience and suggested she should use her hands instead.

That was better - and better still when he retrieved her knickers from the floor of the car and showed her how to wrap them round his shaft. Once she had found the rhythm, slowly easing the soft material up from the base almost to the tip and back again, his erection was quickly firm and responsive. In the darkness of the car, he could still see the white garment being manipulated by her pale fingers, and that was good. He was pleased they were white. After a while, though, she seemed to grow impatient, tightened her grip, speeded up until he was nearly cumming. Not what he wanted. All the evidence suggested she was still at a very early stage of her sexual development. That would mean a nice tight cunt. Cumming in her knickers could wait.

A back seat fuck was never easy and their first efforts to find a satisfactory position were clumsy. Concerned about losing his hardness, he persuaded her on to her knees so he could mount her from behind. That worked. He gave himself a few quick strokes with his right hand, tested her for wetness. Pleased with what he found, he guided himself into her. Maybe she wasn't quite as tight as he'd been expecting but it was good enough. By the fourth or fifth penetration, he was able to get his full length into her. Withdrawing, he found an angle of friction against the underside of his knob that was very exciting. He gripped her hips and pulled her on to him. Drove into her, pulled out, used his fingers to hold her open, then plunged in again. His balls swung through against her.

It couldn't last long like that, and he soon felt the spunk rising, demanding release. After two more thrusts he jerked himself free in the nick of time, sending a series of short spurts on to her buttocks. He was fairly sure she hadn't experienced an orgasm, or even come close to one, but she didn't seem concerned. All she did was ask him to wipe her clean; in the absence of any tissues, she told him to use her knickers. That was when he had the idea of asking her to let him keep them - as a souvenir "of a great fuck," he said. It hadn't been great but in her naivety she seemed impressed. He could have the knickers. He never saw her again, but his collection had begun.

Remembering that night in the car, he took care to control the way he used the knickers now. They were loosely rolled round his cock, his grip no more than enough to keep them in place, warm and comfortable. The tempo was slow and intermittent. If a particularly vivid image came into his mind - the moment when his knob first encountered her slippery cunt lips - he allowed himself a tentative squeeze, a brief physical reminder. But this was only the overture, the warm-up, the trial run. When it had achieved its object, and his shaft was hard, the purple head prominent, he put the white garment to one side.

Its replacement was red, lacy and insubstantial. No point trying to replicate the treat he gave himself with the white ones. These had a different purpose. He just needed to keep himself simmering while a new set of images took over. There was a good technique he had developed, holding the tiny red briefs in one hand, letting them brush across his balls, lightly, so lightly up his shaft, twirl round the knob with just minimal contact. When his cock began to twitch and jerk of its own volition, as though seeking closer, more intimate involvement, he would begin again. Tantalising himself, bringing the moment closer yet holding it at bay while the new images formed.

They belonged to the aftermath of an office party. She was a temp who had been with them only a couple of weeks and was destined to move on again shortly. Acting as second girl in the MD's office had kept her aloof from most of the staff. The grapevine said Penny was treading water until her fiancé came back from a job overseas and married her. When he found himself sitting next to her at dinner she proved to be unexpectedly good company, easy to talk to and not as superior as the office gossip had suggested. Fortunately, the Chief Accountant, the Company bore, was on her other side so it was easy to monopolise her. 

The year in the City had been good and the Company hadn't stinted on the party. At first, he had filled and refilled Penny's wine glass as a matter of courtesy but it wasn't long before he began to wonder if alcohol wasn't making her just a little susceptible. It needed only a few carefully loaded questions about her absent other half to make him think the signals coming back might be favourable. He knew he wasn't mistaken when she put her hand on his thigh under the table. For confirmation, he excused himself for leaning across her to reach a wine bottle and used the movement to brush against a substantial right breast. Far from recoiling, she moved against him while giving his thigh a squeeze.

Some watchful manoeuvring when the party broke up eventually allowed him to offer her a lift without attracting unwanted attention. Penny said she had intended to take a taxi but was happy to take up his offer. In the car, she didn't hesitate. Hardly had they set off before she said, "I think we both know what's going to happen, and I think you should know it's what I want, too. There's no point pretending - Andrew has been away for nearly three months." She let that sink in for a moment, then went on, "Three months and no sex. Not good for me. I need sex. You've no wedding ring so I take it you're not married?"

"No."

"Good. Then the sooner we get somewhere where we can fuck, the better. My place, if you don't mind." She gave him directions. While he drove, she unzipped him and massaged his cock. "Can you cope with this?" she asked. "Don't want to spoil things for later."

"I'm OK," he replied, "as long as your careful."

"Trust me. I want that beautiful thing inside me for a long time before I stop being careful."

It wasn't as easy as he'd tried to make it seem. By the time of the party his sexual cv was long and varied. For evidence there was a growing collection in his souvenir drawer. But he'd never before experienced a woman as direct and self-assured as his passenger here. To his relief, they arrived at her apartment while he was still short of embarrassing himself.

Inside, she led him straight to the bedroom, turned on a soft-music stereo and some subdued lighting. The bed was large. There was a mirrored wardrobe along one wall. It was a boudoir for sex. He wondered how often Andrew had watched himself in the mirror while stuffing his cock into one or other of Penny's orifices. Wondered, too, if he was the first to be offered the chance during Andrew's absence. If hunger was any guide, he probably was for Penny was voracious. While he was still fumbling with cufflinks and buttons, Penny had shed all but the flimsy bra and pantie set in matching red. Her generous tits were barely supported by the fragile strip beneath them. The panties served only to emphasise the curve of her mound.

She helped him discard the rest of his clothes, took him to the bed and made him lie on his back. "As this is my treat," she said, "I get to choose. I want you to taste me first." So saying, she knelt astride his head, slowly lowering herself towards his face. When she pulled the miniscule material to one side, the invitation was unmistakable. He snaked out his tongue as she lowered herself completely. Afterwards, he couldn't be sure - given that he could only see the cheeks of her arse - whether her fingers had made a contribution as well as his tongue, but a huge, shuddering orgasm plundered her body in the shortest imaginable time.

It was the first of many. Instructed by Penny, he used his tongue, fingers and his rampant cock to take her to the edge and beyond more times than he could afterwards count. How he avoided cumming himself throughout this onslaught was entirely due to Penny; she seemed to know intuitively when he was on the brink and could always find a way to keep him from toppling over. Until she finally said, "It's time. You've been very good for me. Now it's your turn."

As she turned on to her back, he asked "What about -?"

"Condoms? Don't be stupid. Forget it. Just come and fuck me. Make it hard as you like and when you're ready to cum, don't hold back."

He didn't. He lifted her ankles on to his shoulders and knelt with the head of his cock lodged against her now sopping outer folds. "Ready?"

"Ready." She smiled up at him, linked her ankles behind his neck, pulling him down. "Fuck me!"

Perhaps it was the long preliminaries that had helped him over the dangerous initial period of enflamed desire, perhaps it was a steely control he never knew he had but, whatever the reason, he settled into a long, delicious ride. Their bodies locked, rocked like a single entity, the only sounds his grunting and her moans with each vigorous thrust, together with the suction as cock and cunt briefly parted company before reuniting. On and on in a rising tide of lust until with one last feverish burst of repeated insertions he deluged her innermost recesses.

They rested for a while but he knew it was over. She became a little more distant, gathering up her clothes, handing him his discarded things until she said, "I'm glad we did that. I really needed it and you were good. But I have to tell you there will be no repeats. Please don't spoil it by approaching me in the office, or trying to phone me. It was a one-off. I hope you will remember it with pleasure."

There was no point in arguing. He had seen how single-minded she could be. He contented himself with collecting another souvenir for his drawer.

It was that red scrap of fabric that he had used so knowingly to accompany his reminiscences, but now it was time to move on. He placed the red with the white. For the finale he had chosen a pair of very expensive silk french knickers in navy blue. Applying them to his engorged cock was a delicate business; he relished the sensual silken embrace but couldn't afford to indulge too soon. His grip, as he began to masturbate, was as subtle as a breath of wind on a field of corn.

Strangely - or perhaps not - the aids he had chosen for this session all related to one-night stands. Lady Audrey F-----ham may seem an unlikely candidate for copulation out of context but he had learned never to be surprised by anything, certainly not by a woman's sexual desires.

He had been asked to call at Lady Audrey's country home to discuss setting up a family financial trust. When he arrived, she explained that her husband was in Scotland shooting but that should not prevent them from discussing the preliminaries and getting some details down on paper. He was rather more curious when she offered to make him a cup of tea or coffee herself because, she said, it was the staff's day off.

They worked in her husband's study, Lady Audrey sitting in a straight-backed chair to one side, allowing him to use his laptop on the desk. The formalities took no more than half an hour but Lady Audrey was in no hurry to let him go. She showed an interest in his laptop. Her husband, she said, knew about computers (indicating a monitor on a pull-out shelf) but they were all a mystery to her. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride several inches above her knee before asking, "Can you access pornography? Is it something you know how to do?"

For a titled woman who had just allowed him to enter on a form that she was sixty-five years of age, it was an unexpected, almost breathtaking question. When he didn't answer for a moment, she said, "I don't really get the chance to ask anyone - I couldn't ask Sir Michael. But we have one of these internet connection things and I would like it if you could show me." While he still hesitated, she added, "I'm no prude, you know."

Once the connection had been found, it was the simplest task to run up some basic images which she had no hesitation in approving. She remarked almost disbelievingly on the size of some of the cocks on display. She asked if moving pictures were available and he provided those as well. By this time she was standing beside him; he was still seated. Still watching the video stream, she took his hand and guided it under her skirt.

Nothing more was said by either of them in the next extraordinary half-hour. She merely made soft noises of encouragement as his hand moved up her stockinged leg to caress cool thigh before sliding under the leg of her knickers. He was no longer surprised when he found that she was very receptive to his invading fingers. Breathing deeply, she savoured his touch for some minutes. Then she took his hand away, moved back from him and lifted her skirt, holding it round her waist. She wore the dark blue french knickers. Matching suspenders held up her stockings.

She pushed away his laptop and lay back on the desk. He was more aroused by the circumstance in which he found himself than he could ever remember, and could not have helped himself if at that moment Sir Michael had walked in the door. Lady Aubrey lay back waiting. He dropped his trousers and shorts. His cock, unassisted, was erected. Lovingly he removed the dark blue knickers before applying his mouth to a moisture fringed cunt surmounted by a neat triangle of grey hair. He slid two fingers inside and sucked her to orgasm. When it was apparent she was ready for more, he took his cock in his hand and fucked her with unrestrained endeavour. She worked with him, gasping and moaning but still saying nothing, until suddenly her back arched and she came. He withdrew and shot spunk on to her stomach.

Minutes later, she recovered and brushed down her skirt, indicating that he should disconnect his laptop. "Thank you," she said. "For someone of my generation to read about the kind of things that are so generally available these days, it is very frustrating not to be able at least to sample them. To know what one was missing. You have been very helpful. But I am must run along and no doubt you have to get back. Are sure there is nothing you would like before you leave.?"

Which was how the dark blue knickers were added to his collection. And now were bringing him to the familiar delicious conclusion. His grip became firmer, the speed increased, he felt the spasm. He watch the wet stain spread slowly across the silk.


After a shower, he thought, he might indeed try again.



Three Chicken Burritos



There was obviously a party going on inside Apartment 212. I could hear the occasional voice cry out to someone else inside, a bottle dropped to the floor but did not break, and the techno bass was shaking the door so much that I thought the minute knocker was going to start flapping up and down. I had rung the doorbell twice, knowing it was a futile gesture. I hammered the door with the side of my fist, which brought some acknowledging grunts and confusing shouts from inside.

The door was yanked open, and I nearly dropped the bag of three chicken burritos. It wasn't the smell of cigarette and marijuana smoke or the overwhelming power of the bass that almost knocked me over. It was the sight before me that had stunned me.

Standing there, with one hand on her hip and the other on the doorframe was a woman wearing a navel ring. And nothing else. Even her pubic hair was absent. She cocked her blond head at me, like a dog that is wondering what its master is doing as he dances around the kitchen. Her body was smooth and tanned, and her breasts reminded me of Hershey's kisses. She gave me a euphoric smile and quickly moved forward to throw her arms around me.

"It's the Paco's delivery guy!" She said as she embraced me. I stood mute and powerless. I figured she was high - stoned out of her pretty head and not a care in the world.

"Did someone order from Paco's?" She asked, turning back to face the apartment. Inside, I could see more of the party. Several people were kissing as they sat around the living room. One man appeared to be getting a blowjob.

"Yeah, yeah." A man stood up from the huge make-out session and moved deeper into the living room where he disappeared from sight. The naked girl led me into the apartment, her arm around my neck.

"What'cha got, Mister Delivery Man?" She asked.

"Th-three chicken burritos," I said. I had a beautiful naked woman so close to me that I could feel her hip bone against my stomach, she gave me a line from nearly any porno script, and all I could say was "Three chicken burritos." I made a mental note to kick my own ass later that evening.

"Yeah, right here." The man came around the corner of the living room. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt. And a leather cock ring. It, and his shiny bald head, made him look like he was in gladiator school. He swayed with drunken legs as he fished for money in his worn wallet. He handed me thirty dollars, took the bag, and walked away, stopping only to grab a bottle of red wine from the kitchen counter. He turned a corner and shut himself in the bathroom.

"C'mon in," Naked Girl said, nudging me further into the apartment. I noticed that most of these people were beautiful looking. They all seemed to be models, body builders, dancers, actors, artists, or the tag-alongs that come with those professions.

"Hey, who's this?" I looked to my right. Another tanned and blond woman with a body like a Nordic hourglass stepped up to me from the living room. Unlike Naked Girl, she wore black stretch pants and a matching shirt that stopped just below her nipples. She wiped at her bottom lip, and I thought the man in the corner was just pulling up his zipper. 

"It's the Paco's guy!" Naked Girl said, and gave my ass a squeeze. I nearly yelped. 

"Oh! Someone ordered Paco's?" Hourglass Girl asked. She started looking around. I gently reached out and tapped her tricep before she could speak.

"I got it. The money. Some guy…Some guy in a cock ring gave me more than enough. I think he's pretty fucked up."

"Oh!" Hourglass Girl laughed. It was a wild laugh that turned into a chuckling snicker. "Okay. Yeah, he probably is really fucked up right now. He said something about wanting to take a bath."

"He's in the bathroom right now." I pointed to the door, sounding like I had often visited this apartment.

"Hey!" Naked Girl suddenly shouted, almost making me jump out of my shoes. I was so absorbed in Hourglass Girl's beauty that I had forgotten about the naked woman still clutching at my waist. "Let's all take a bath!"

"Hey, yeah! That'd be fun!" Hourglass Girl's eyes took on a wild glow. She obviously loved the idea. "You wanna take a bath?"

Despite the loud house music playing from the living room, I suddenly found myself in dead silence. I looked back and forth at them. They could've been sisters. They were both stunning women, one was already naked, and the other was asking me if I wanted to take a bath with them.

"I…Uh…" I wasn't sure this was really happening.

"Oh, you probably have to go back to work, don't you?" Hourglass Girl asked. All of the noise of the party came crashing back into my ears. I blinked a few times and my voice finally worked again.

"Uh…yeah. I'd love to stay though. It's just that…I can't afford to lose this job."

"Come back later!" Hourglass Girl suggested.

"Yeah, come back later!" Naked Girl shouted.

"Okay!" I happily yelled, still not sure if this was really happening or if I was dreaming it while my car rolled across an intersection after being plowed by a truck. "Yeah, I'd love to. You really don't mind?" I asked Hourglass Girl.

"No! When do you get off?"

I was tempted to say "Whenever I can," but I held it back.

"Just a couple hours."

"Oh yeah." Hourglass Girl nodded. "We'll be here." She laughed again, but this time it was almost a foreboding, devilish laugh.

"Okay, thanks! I'll be here!"

"See you later, Paco's Guy." Naked Girl whispered and then stuck her tongue in my ear. My spine instantly straightened and blood rushed to my crotch.

The two of them were holding hands and headed back into the living room as I walked out and shut the door behind me. I was about halfway to Paco's when I realized that we never exchanged names.

I looked for every possible excuse to leave work early, but found none. It was a Saturday night, and we were swamped with orders. By the time the last were delivered, we still had an hour and a half's worth of clean-up to finish. I finally pulled back into Hourglass Girl's apartment complex around three in the morning.

I headed back up to number 212, with a bottle of rice wine and a glass in one hand and a bag of leftover fish tacos in the other. I still smelled like a Mexican restaurant. I hoped they wouldn't notice, but if my dulled senses could, theirs would probably be flooded with the smell of fried meat.

I rang the doorbell and realized that it was incredibly loud. I then figured out that the doorbell wasn't loud; the party was quiet. It had probably ended or moved to another location. I cursed my luck, and the sound of bare feet coming toward the door made me think I had awakened someone within. I considered a mad dash down the stairs and back to my car. My leg was in the process of moving when the door opened.

"Oh, Hi! Glad you could make it." It was Hourglass Girl. She was now wearing a black velvet bra and matching panties. Her long hair was pulled back into a relaxed bun and she smiled and beckoned me inside. The party had definitely taken a downturn. There were only two couples left in the living room. One was still making out, the other was fast asleep. The dance music had been replaced by acid jazz.

"What did you bring?" She asked as she led me down the short hallway and around the corner past the bathroom.

"Some rice wine...and some food."

"Great." She smiled, and I realized that she had led us back to the main bedroom. Two couples were sitting on the floor, watching two male body builders and a woman have sex on a queen size bed. For the second time in one day, I stood silent in Apartment 212.

The short-haired woman on the bed was writhing under the guidance of a white vibrator being slowly pumped in and out of her trimmed pussy. The man doing so would lick at her navel and smile with a sadist's glee as he teased her. The other thick man sucked at the woman's nipples while she held onto the headboard and groaned. 

"Hey, don't mess up my sheets," Hourglass Girl requested. We sat down among the other couples on the floor, one of whom was groping at each other, and the other merely sat entranced. Entranced, I poured Hourglass Girl a glass of wine and handed it to her. She took it without hesitation or comment. She motioned for me to sit down with her, and we drank while these two men had their way with the woman on the bed.

She smiled and twisted on Hourglass Girl's sheets. The man nearest her head stood up and opened his pressed pants. She wasted no time in fishing his prick out of his briefs and taking it into her mouth. The other man tongued at her clit now, moving the vibrator a bit faster, and watching his friend being sucked off by this beauty with a pierced nipple. The quiet couple in front of us leaned over to watch her slurp and suck at this man. She would pause only to gasp in delight at the sensations of the vibrator inside her. The other couple had forgotten the show altogether and were now rolling around the floor in a passionate embrace. 

The woman on the bed had freed the man's balls from his underwear. She licked and sucked on them like Charm's Blow-pops and vigorously pumped the shaft of his red cock. 

"That's fuckin' hot," Hourglass Girl said as she scratched at my thigh and pointed out the woman's technique.

"I can't argue with you there," I said, and downed another glass of wine. 

"Hey, Paco's Man." There was a whisper in my ear from behind me. I turned my head to see Naked Girl, still naked, kneeling behind me. Her breath smelled of marijuana smoke and something fruity. She slid her hands around my collar bone and gave me a squeeze.

"Hi," I said, doing my best to remain calm as my heart pounded against her hands on my chest.

She pulled me down to the floor by my shoulders. I made no effort to resist, and she repaid my ease by straddling my face. For the third time in one evening, I was rendered speechless. Naked Girl's bald pussy was within a tongue's reach, and her hands were aggressively rubbing up and down my chest and stomach. She was tugging up my shirt and digging into my jeans. Hourglass Girl (at least I thought it was her) took my wine glass from my hand. I reached up to grab Naked Girl's solid behind and ran my tongue along her seam. The whole Penthouse Forum nature of the situation didn't come to mind until hours later.

She let out a happy sigh. I could taste sweat and baby powder and something sugary. She might've just climbed off someone's lubricated cock for all I knew, but I didn't care. She was swaying above me, her head tilted back and my tongue inside her. I had to fight the urge to start licking at her like a man dying of thirst. I gently played with her clit. It swelled up and the slightest touch would make her giggle. I felt her juices oozing onto my nose. Her warm hands fumbled with my jeans at first, but soon got them open. They were yanked down to my thighs and a warm mouth soon enveloped my bulging cock.

I would've cum right there, had it not been for a sudden bit of confusion. I opened my eyes to see that Naked Girl was still kneeling above me, her hands sliding all over her gorgeous body. Someone else had their mouth on me. I cast a glance down my body to see Hourglass Girl pumping and sucking my cock like she meant business. I felt the pressure building up inside me and knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I unleashed an orgasm into Hourglass Girl's mouth that had been building since I first saw Naked Girl at the door. She moaned and laughed with her mouth full, but never stopped sucking me as I unloaded down her throat over and over again. Naked Girl was trembling. Her hands slapped down onto my chest and her ass wiggled into my face as she came. Her moan turned into a loud shout as she collapsed down onto me, her hot breath tickling my abdomen.

My head was spinning, and I was barely aware of a new sensation on my cock. I was being massaged, perhaps, or maybe just stroked with latex gloves.

"Oooh." I heard Naked Girl cooing above me. "Is he gonna fuck me?"

A condom was being rolled onto me. Naked Girl slid off my body and stretched out on her stomach. Hourglass Girl had rolled a ribbed condom onto my still hard prick and I didn't need any more encouragement. I rolled over atop Naked Girl's back and slid my cock into her. She gave a small gasp, bit her lip, and groaned. She pushed into the floor with her hands, rocking her body back and forth to each of my thrusts.

Hourglass Girl came back into view, now without her panties. She sat in front of Naked Girl, who happily started licking at her friend's well-trimmed puss. Her eyes were closed in a trance as she held Naked Girl by the hair. Her C-cups wobbled with each of my thrusts into Naked Girl.

"Fuck her in the ass," someone said. I then remembered that we were in a room full of people. As I looked around, my mind somehow taken off the act of having sex with two women at once, I realized that I was in the middle of an orgy. 

The two men on the bed had switched positions. The woman with them was being hammered doggy style and face-fucked on the other end. The couple that was rolling around on the floor was now in the middle of a hot screwing. Her legs were splayed out in the air as his fat cock slapped in and out of her. The couple who had been watching the show on the bed was now watching me. They sat against a nearby wall, giving each other handjobs.

"Fuck her in the ass," the male half repeated.

"Yeah," said Hourglass Girl with a growl, "stick it in her ass."

Her words drew me back to them, and everyone else past my peripheral vision faded away. My cock was soaked with Naked Girl's cum, so it snaked into her tight hole without any problem whatsoever. Her brow dropped as she let out a long groan that turned into a guttural grunt by the time I was all the way inside her bottom. Hourglass Girl came next to me, scratching at our backs and watching my cock move back and forth. 

Naked Girl's eyes were almost rolled back into her head as a huge orgasm welled up inside her like a tectonic plate ready to shift. Her loud "Oh!" was like a dam breaking and she pushed up on her hands so she could shove her ass back into my belly as she fucked me with an explosive burst of energy. My cock felt like a machine gun going off inside her as I came in her ass. I held onto her hips as my chest and back muscles convulsed with each spurt from my cock. 

Naked Girl slid off me, rolled onto her side, giggled, and chewed on a lock of her hair. Hourglass Girl squeezed my balls, making me nearly jump up to a standing position.

"Hot," she said.

"Yeah…best tip I ever got."

She laughed at that. "You should be in porn."

"I feel like I should be in intensive care." My breath was coming in quick gasps. "You girls almost killed me." 

"You wanna relax for a little bit? We could take a bath."

"Yeah!" Naked Girl was on her knees so quickly that I figured she would faint from a head rush at any moment. However, she looked like she had just awakened from a refreshing nap. "Let's take a bath!"

"Okay. Didn't you take one earlier though?"

"No," Hourglass Girl said. "That guy with the cock ring passed out in the tub, so he was in there for a while."

"Let's go!" Naked Girl said, and bounced up. She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. The tub was easily big enough for all three of us and maybe another. Naked Girl started running the water, and Hourglass Girl locked the door behind us.

The fish tacos went uneaten.