5 comments/ 44834 views/ 10 favorites Twist By: Seurat Once, long ago, I got fed up with the way femdom, forced transgender, and loving wife stories with BDSM basis ended; they had grown very predictable. In fact, a few authors had posted short lists of vignettes which, unintentionally, encompassed all of the common endings which I had grown to abhor. My own list, a response to the predictability of those stories I saw on a daily basis, follows. Certain elements are common to most stories: men are either: 1) (ultimately) masochistic small-dicked wimps or 2) the huge-dicked man the woman really wants. Females are either 1) submissives one rung higher the male submissives or 2) sadistic unloving sluts that have found they prone to exhibitionism. All the stories also follow certain guidelines. The male is ensnared through his own frailties by a dominant who has nothing better to do than make his life hell. While some of his exploits may be enjoyable at first, he is eventually degraded and humiliated into the sissy wimp or woman he was at heart. How about a little variety? TWIST, a series of story endings. I) The Cuckold Marie arrived at home, her big-dicked dates in tow. She'd explained to them all about her sissy husband months ago when she'd agreed to dominate him. She'd had sex with all three on separate occasions, and twice she'd taken on two of them. And always she'd come home to her chastity belted husband in his French maid outfit, and made him eat her cum filled pussy or suck her ass clean. He was such a wimp, giving into her every demand. Well, tonight he was going to get his birthday present: she was bringing home her three studs to show him how real men fucked, and if, at the end of the night, his belly and his ass were full of cum, then he would know his true position in life. The door opened in front of her, and there stood her little French maid, made-up like a streetwalker. "See, here's my little slut, ready to serve as I promised." Hands suddenly gripped her arms, pinning them to her side, as two of her dates held her tight. The third stuffed a rag in her mouth and began tying her up, her wimp husband smiling as he watched the entire time. When they were done, he said to her, "Au contraire, my little love. I've already serviced your dates, and it turns out I'm much was better than you. That's part of the reason they agreed to help me with this. Remember that training program you subjected me to, twice a week at the pro-dommes house? Well, it turns out she has one more opening in the bathroom slave/cock-sucker department. And she's even paying me sixty thousand for you! Turns out she liked your demeanor, and really enjoys breaking the strong willed ones. No short twelve hour sessions for you, no, she's got you lined up for the full six week live-in course. "Don't worry about the house or the bank accounts, I had them transferred to my name weeks ago, while you were busy fucking around. I've also found a new mistress, one that has promised me the penis enlargement surgery. She said I could participate in your training whenever I felt like it." He then turned to his three lovers and said, "Come on in guys; they won't be here to pick her up for a few hours, and I have a lot of fucking to catch up on." II) She Wanted Me As Her Lesbian Lover Slut Two gentlemen, dressed in white orderly uniforms, entered the room and approached the figure bound to the bed. When the figure saw them, she began thrashing around, straining against the bonds. "No, Please! You don't understand! I'm not Mrs. Coltrain, I'm her husband! She did this to me, I'm really a guy! She wants me to believe I'm a woman, but I'm really a man!" "We know exactly who you are, Mr Coltrain. We're here to rescue you. "We know all about how your wife feminized you, gave you breasts and changed your body so that you could satisfy her lesbian lovers and johns when she was too tired. We don't know *how* it happened," the man grinned, "but it seems your former wife will be taking your place here at the Sexual Dysfunction Treatment Center, courtesy of Equal Partners, Inc. Although I guess that Treatment' name is rather a misnomer; She will be given a sexual dysfunction instead of being cured of one. Imagine, having your body chemically altered so that you will never have any sexual desire ever again. Just the thought of sex will make her violently ill." III) The Revenge Spell "Yes, give it to me, my little doggy!" Her husband, having been denied sex for weeks, slammed into his wife doggy style, his body seemingly no longer under his control. She could here his breathing get more ragged. "I wish you could give it to me like this all the time! God, yes!" "You like this? You like me fucking you like a dog?" "Yes! Does your secretary let you do this?" "Wouldn't know. We're just friends." "Bullshit! I know you were fooling around with her, and now I'm going to have my revenge!" He kept slamming in to her, his orgasm building. "What do you mean?" "I wanted a faithful husband, and now I'm going to get it. Faithful like the dog you are." He tried to stop, and couldn't. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never so much as laid a hand on another woman. What's going on?" "I hired a private detective to follow you around, and he got pictures of you with that slut secretary of yours. Your arms around her, with your shirt off. I know what you were doing! So now I'll have my revenge!" "If you mean helping her in the physical therapy pool, then yes, I was with her. Her husband isn't able to get out of work early enough, so she asked me. I thought it was better than having her sue the company for failure to clean up that ice she slipped on. What's all this about revenge? What did you do?" He kept thrusting deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure. "A little spell I purchased. You're going to be the faithful husband you should be. Now shut up and keep fucking." He couldn't have stopped anyway. His body was possessed by the animalistic need to fuck. "What do you mean, a spell?" "A spell to transform you. Your inevitable orgasm will complete the spell, and you'll be changed into the faithful husband I always wanted. Faithful as a dog, which is what you'll be. This is your last fuck as a man, so you'd better enjoy it!" She laughed at his predicament. "Oh god. Oh God!" He started bucking as his impending orgasm surged, and she rubbed her clit hard so that their final orgasm as a married couple would be simultaneous. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot deep into her as he exploded, and she came a immediately afterward. Their bodies collapsed in a heap on the bed. "There, there, my little puppy, that's a good boy." Her hand reached back and brushed his head as he started to shrink inside her. "That's my arooooo. Roof. Roof?!" "Sorry, my dear," her husband said, pulling out of her and wiping his dick on her increasingly furry backside. "But you should have checked the spell's wording. The witch you bought it from approached me to see if I could beat your price, and when I found out what you had planned, I paid her to switch the spell at the last moment. I appreciate you finding such an attractive and intelligent spell caster, because now that you are no longer my wife I can accept her invitation for dinner and drinks. She's got a dog she wants to breed, too. A great Dane. A big great Dane." He pulled a collar from under the pillow and fixed it around his new pet's neck. IV) The Costume Party "Well, honey, you were the one that wanted to dress up like the guy, and make me your girl. It's not my fault that these lovely bikers don't like women who imagine that they are as good as men. I'm sure that you'll have lots of fun being their houseboy at their club, and you might get used to constant sexual servitude. "And thanks for dressing me up so pretty. The Mendelson twins here couldn't believe it when they found my hard dick under that lace teddy and cute garter belt you had me wear. We're going back to the house now so I can show them all those tricks you taught me." V) The Final Act of Sexual Denial "Actually, they did what your request stated, mistress. Complete and irreversible cessation of all sexual nerve endings, permanently. What's left of your clit must be pretty sore. While they were in there, I had them remove your reproductive organs and seal your pussy for good measure. You'll never experience another orgasm. I'll be taking over your client lists, as a male dom, and I found a beautiful slave to serve as the female dom. She even fits into all your clothes. I guess the next time you schedule a castration for your husband, you'll wait until it's been done before you pop the cork on the champagne. I spiked it, and had them operate on you instead of me." VI) Role Reversal "No, my dear, it's a real cock. Yes, a small one for now, but that will change in time. When you started my treatments to turn me into your lesbian lover, It made me come to grips with my latent homosexuality. So while you made me into the woman you always wanted me to be, I've turned you into the man I always wanted you to be. The best part is, now I get to be the femme dom, and dress in all those kinky clothes while I torture you sexually. So stop your complaining. As if I could hear you through that ball gag. Remember that chastity belt you used to strap me into, then tease me for weeks? Well, I guess it's on the other dick now." VII) The College Roommate Returns Her hands smoothed the leather of the new corset holding up her large breasts. Below, between her silk clad legs, hung the meat which used to prove she was a man. It was starting to harden again. "On the contrary, I think I really like my new she-male form. By the way, your college roommate stopped by today, you know, the one who helped you do all this? She really likes it and said you did an incredible job. She told me that your business is in ruins, incidentally, what with the grand jury issuing a warrant for your arrest on seventy-two counts of grand larceny. Evidently, those papers she prepared for you to have me sign putting it all in your name weren't quite legal. I guess your she made a few mistakes, didn't she? You know, I thought at first it was strange how much she was helping you transform me, after all that rivalry you had in the sorority, considering how much better than you all around, especially in bed. That must be her at the door. It is! And she brought her stuff with her. She's moving in with us, you know. Or should I say 'with me'?" VIII) A Mother's Love "Mom, you know all those times you forced me to perform sex acts on you, and how you dressed me up as a girl as punishment when I was bad? Well, I met this woman, Mistress Jacqueline, and she said she would unlock that harness and let you out when you'd finished paying for all my therapy. At twenty dollars a blow job, it shouldn't take more than a few years. Slurp once on that cock if you agree, twice if you have a problem with it. I'll take that as a 'yes'." IX) She Cuckold's Her Husband, And He Loves It. "Honey, wake up. No, don't say anything. When you explained to me last night that our marriage was nothing compared to Dave's big cock, I was shattered. When you kissed him, I was embarrassed. When you told me the only way to save our marriage was to blow him while you laughed, I was ashamed. And when you dressed me up as a baby and put me in the crib to watch as he fucked you, I was degraded. But if having his cock in you made you happy, I figured my duty as a husband would be to do my best to keep him there. So I hit the two of you with that tazer, and superglued him inside you while you were unconscious. I had plenty left over, so your hands are glued in an everlasting hug, and your lips too in what I guess we can call an eternal kiss. Even those erect nipples of yours are glued to his! You two should be quite a mystery for somebody to solve when they find the two of you hanging from that tree out there, though what anybody would be doing so deep in the Rocky Mountains, I don't know. Oh well, enjoy!" X) A Sister's Love "Sorry, dear, but your estranged sister is a much better dom then you. She's even brought out my dominant side, and now she's going to let me enjoy the fun you had whipping me. Don't worry, I won't do anything you wouldn't have done to me. Honest." XI) Slut Whore For Another Man "So she turns to me and says, 'I'm a whore for the syndicate, so you better get used to seeing me fuck other guys whenever I feel like it. If your lucky, I'll let you fuck me once in a while." "This was your wife? In bed, covered in cum, balling two guys at once?" "Yeah, and in the three years we'd been married she'd never even let me so much as touch her ass with my cock." "So where is she now?" "In the back room, giving head to some guy. Hell, if she's going to whore herself, then I figured the money should be coming to me and not somebody else, right? So I made some phone calls and bought her contract. Before, she was limiting herself to maybe a few guys a week, but I've seen to it that she does at least twenty guys a day." XII) Summer Camp For Slave Husband Training Darlene opened her eyes, and realized she was looking up at the small hole of light which only her slaves normally saw. Is this what her husband had gone through, when she had locked him in here during the training session? Four hours in this place! The mouth piece felt funny against her tongue, and the vibrating dildo pinning her in place kept her just on the edge of orgasm. None of the other domme camp councilors would think to look for her here; she had told them her trip with her slave-husband would take a while, and she would miss the entire summer session. Now she realized the duplicity of his scheme. She wouldn't miss anything this summer, not a drop. She saw his face look down into the toilet where she was locked in place. She couldn't help it, with her face locked in place the way it was.. He smiled down at her, even though he couldn't see her. She closed her eyes as he unzipped his pants and sat down to relieve himself of last night's Mexican dinner. XIII) She wanted a FFM Threesome "Next time you pick up a lesbian in a bar so you can show your sissy husband how real love is made, you better make sure she's all woman. Now stop your bitching; my friends will be here in a minute and they want to show your husband how a group of leather clad she-males torture an uncaring wife with their big dicks. If you're lucky, you'll be able to take his little dick in your pussy sometime in the future. If we let you." XIV) The Sexual Transformation Machine "No, really, I love what your new machine did to me. I would have preferred to be a woman, like you threatened, but I noticed that your program was on the wrong settings. Instead on a woman's body with high loads of estrogen, this man's body feels much better then my old one, especially with this huge dick. And its only half-hard! Of course, the higher loads of testosterone are going to make me want sex constantly, so you better do a better job of sucking than that! Who would have known how submissive you'd turn out to be once I tied you up? I'm sure we'll find out." XV) Mind Controlled Submissives "On the contrary, beautiful, it's *your* eyes that are getting heavy. The drug in your wine has made you very open to my suggestions. Instead of me being your slave to embarrass in front of your friends here, I'm enlisting all of you in my new company. It's called, 'The Perfect Wife.' I'll be providing women like you to men all over the country - a cook in the kitchen, a maid in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom. It'll be a femdom's worst nightmare; you'll be totally subservient to a husband who will go bald, get fat, drink too much, dress up in your clothing whenever he pleases, and make you do anything he wants. And you'll accept it all willingly as The Perfect Wife', knowing deep down you could have had it much better if only you'd been a little nicer to your husband." XVI) Professional Slave Training For The Perfect Husband Debbie watched as the gold level slave picked up the last of his belongings, bowed deeply, and walked out the door. Soon her husband, who had been at the training school for who knows how long, would be home. A perfect slave, ready and willing to serve her every need. She could hardly wait! *Ring* *Ring* Debbie picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Debbie? Mistress asked me to call you. There's a...problem with your husband." "What kind of problem?" "Well, it's his training, actually." "I watched him on the closed circuit television all through his training, and he was flawless! He was the best to ever go through the program!" "Well see, there's the hitch. If you check your contract, there's a little clause about detaining clients after they've been trained." "What about it?" "Well...it seems that Mistress has taken a liking to him, like an artist to her greatest work. Debbie, she's decided to keep him for herself. You'll be getting some consolation prizes in the mail." *Click* XVII) Latex Lesbian Lovers Two figures, in latex body suits, writhe on a bed. It is evident both are female, though the one on the bottom has no flesh exposed. Her face is featureless, with only two holes under her nose for breathing. Her arms are one with her body, with only mitted gloves where her hands should be. It soon becomes evident they are not having sexual intercourse. "No, I don't know why Tim snapped. Maybe you shouldn't have fucked a different man in front of him every night. I'm trying to work on the damn zipper, so just shut up already. Who'd have thought he had it in him, filling your latex bodysuit with that red hot topical cream instead of lubricant. Gotta admire his ingenuity; you won't be fucking anybody for a long time. It's not my fault; you were the one that had to have all three holes filled for our 'ladies night in'. You should have checked them beforehand. Yes, I know it's getting hotter in there. There, I think I got it. Open? Why would I want your zipper open? I meant I finally got your zipper padlocked. Tim and I have a date for tonight." XVIII) He Wanted Her to Experience BBC forever The gurney rolled down the hallway of the private hospital, and he watched as the lights flew by overhead. He couldn't believe he was going through with it. His mind raced back to last night... "This would be the biggest step in our relationship, you know that, don't you?" "Yes, I know" he replied. "And you understand that the surgery is irreversible? That whatever characteristics I've chosen for you will be yours for life?" "Yes, I understand." He was getting excited at the prospect. "You really get off on this, don't you? All the humiliation, the clothes, the sissification? It really does a number on you, doesn't it?" "Yes, I suppose it does." "And when I fucked that big black man..." "Richie." "Yes, Richie, when I fucked him, it really drove you nuts, didn't it?" "Yes." "I mean, I'd had men with bigger dicks, but it was the fact that he was black that really drove you crazy, wasn't it?" "Yes." He remembered the night with relish. The humiliation had been exquisite. "I remember that night well. You nearly hurt yourself, you came so powerfully. I wonder what happened to Richie?" "Killed in a car crash the following week," he said, sadly. It had been in the paper. "Sorry to hear that. You really liked that dick of his, didn't you?" "Yes. I saw your face." "Did you know that he had a physical anomaly that his balls were refilled almost immediately, making every load he shot a full one?" "I remember that, yes." He had swallowed what most have been a quart after sucking it from her pussy. "I thought you might. Better get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for you. If it all works out, we'll be together forever." Twist and Shout This story was inspired by a song named Twist and Shout by Beatles. * Naked Jimmy lay on a comfy, but old sofa under a slightly itchy blanket. The TV was on, but it was just background noise for Jimmy who was totally spent after one day and two nights of nothing but sex, food and sleep. He could hear the splashing sounds Tom was making in the bath room while he was taking a shower, but in Jimmy's tired mind the sloshes slurred with the news anchors tirade about the heat wave that lingered over Memphis. Soon he slipped into a weird dream. He was standing on beach, next to a so huge lake it looked like a sea. The waves hit the shore with deafening rumble. Jimmy had a feeling he had been there before, but he couldn't locate where on earth the lake was situated. The weather was very hot, a cruel sun shone behind orange haze. He was sweating even though he was naked. The sand was so hot, it almost burned his soles. Jimmy started frantically looking for his work uniform to get some protection from the heat. He couldn't find it, but saw a now-familiar lanky figure standing in the waves of the lake. Tom gestured Jimmy to join him, and Jimmy run into the waves. The cool water was soothing after the burn on the beach. Jimmy forded through the deepening water, aiming towards Tom. The further he got, the better the water felt on his skin. The twists of the cool liquid turned around him like lover's hands, caressing him all over. Jimmy knew he had cummed just a moment ago, but the water felt so good that he was already hard as rock. He saw Tom was enjoying it too, standing in front of him with a proud erection. Jimmy reached to touch him, but just as he got the grip of Tom, he heard an odd clicking sound. The sound seemed to come from above, or outside the landscape he was in. As if trying to get out of a swamp, Jimmy's mind started to follow the sound back to reality. When he opened his sleepy eyes Jimmy saw a monster with one, lifeless eye in front of him. Jimmy shouted out loud, his hands curling to fists, to be ready to defend himself. When he felt how his left hand was gripping his own, hard cock, Jimmy seemed to realise where he was. The clicking monster was actually one of Tom's cameras and there was a laughing Tom behind it. Jimmy threw a decorative pillow at Tom, exclaiming groggily: "You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing anyways?" Tom smiled mystically and clicked another photo of Jimmy who was still holding himself. Then he answered: "I came back from the shower, and saw you having wet dreams on my sofa. I decided to take few pictures for evidence, cause you promised you'd pose for me later on." Jimmy was already getting over his wake-up shock, and the excitement from the dream was taking over. He kicked down the crumpled blanket, and raised himself to sit on the couch. If Tom was going to take some evidence photos, he wouldn't have to play all by himself. Jimmy spread his legs apart to give Tom a better view. Then he started push and pull his dick slowly. He heard Tom gulping as he continued the photographing. Tom was getting more aroused by the minute. He was still wearing only the towel on his hips after his shower, and could feel his hardening length already poking out from the slit. Jimmy eyed him, licking his lips, and Tom knew he had just taking one of his most delicious pictures ever. Even if there wouldn't be anything more than this one week to their affair, Tom would always have the photo. Jimmy stood up from the sofa, but didn't stop wringing himself. He had always enjoyed being the centre of attention, and liked performing for Tom. Jimmy started moving. First, he just turned around to give Tom a chance to see him from every angle. But then Jimmy started shaking his hips and twisting himself into different positions, on or next to the sofa. Tom's towel had long ago dropped on to the floor and his other hand was managing totally other instrument than a camera. Finally, Jimmy abandoned the suggestive dancing, and draped himself over the sofa's armrest, his butt high in the air. He raised his eyebrows and smiled seductively before saying: "Why don't you come a little closer now?" Tom had to take a deep breath and count to ten so that he wouldn't throw the expensive camera on the floor, and it was a miracle that he managed to take one more picture and set the camera on the coffee table before lunging towards Jimmy. Then he approached Jimmy, slowly as a tiger that really wanted to enjoy its prey. Jimmy had been totally ready, when he had positioned himself on the armrest, and any extra wait was like torture for him. His shaft pressed against the corduroy of the furniture and he twisted himself for a better friction. Then Tom was behind him, preparing his passage with wet fingers. Up until now, Jimmy had managed to keep it quiet, but as Tom's index finger passed the special spot inside him, he let out a moan that came from deep inside of him. Tom didn't need any other hints, but placed his rigid cock on the pulsing hole. He loved the way Jimmy was begging him, after the teasing. Then, when either of them couldn't have taken it anymore, Tom slid inside Jimmy. They grunted in unison, as Tom started pounding. He felt the delicious tightness, and wondered briefly how he could have been without it for so long time before this week. That was the last sensible idea that crossed his mind, because Jimmy had started to groan over and over again: "Baby, now!" Jimmy was already beyond the point of no return, Tom's dick passing his prostate with a just right rhythm and his cock rubbing against the velvety texture of the cloth. When he felt how Tom gripped his hips; that was his undoing. They shouted together as they rode the high wave of pleasure. Twist of Fate Another Saturday night back at the same place. The difference is that this week I'm alone. I haven't been here since he dumped me 3 weeks ago. I sit at the bar tonight and order a margarita. I look longingly at the booth we shared not so long ago. It's fun to see the regulars who I have spent so much time with over the past few months. We chat and dance and have a pretty great time...for awhile. And then he walks in. Ugh. He certainly thinks he's God's gift to women. But maybe I'm just cynical being on the backside of our relationship. Oh, of course at first I was as enamoured as anyone was. I loved the jealous looks and the pouty girls who saw me with him. I never dreamed this was all part of his norm. A new girl every few months, a new club to show her off and then, when boredom sets in, "It's just not working baby" and he's off to his next conquest. Oh well. I watch him make his rounds. He says hi to all the regulars and then he spots her. She is cute, not beautiful, but then again that's not who he goes for. He likes them to be pretty, but shy and a little insecure. He makes his way over and begins his routine. He talks, tells her a few jokes, buys her a drink and then they head out to the dance floor. I am fascinated and can't seem to keep my eyes off of them. This is exactly how things started with us. A few drinks, some dancing and then back to his place for magnificent sex. After about an hour of dancing, which consisted of a lot of gyrating and groping, they head to the dark side of the club. From my perch at the bar, I can see him lead her to our old booth. Once there he orders another round of drinks and slowly begins his advance. He kisses her neck, her cheeks, along her jaw to her lips. My body begins to ache watching them. I can see her responding the way I did so many times. I can tell by the way that she shifts that his hand has begun to wander. I toy with the idea of confronting him, but oddly can feel myself getting aroused at the thought of him with her. I leave the bar and head to a booth where I'm more concealed. I watch them kissing. His hands in her hair, holding her close, controlling her moves, her hands around his neck, massaging his broad shoulders. I see his hand drop below the table again. She catches her breath and looks around nervously to see if anyone is watching. I avert my eyes just in time. I see her head roll back and her eyes close, her face a picture of ecstasy. I know he has just slid his well-trained fingers across her labia and over her bud. I find my fingers following the same course. Surprisingly, I feel moisture cross my fingers. Watching them has made me wet. I slide my lacy panties aside and dip a finger in between my lips. Very wet. I look back to them in time to see her slide her leg behind him. She's now sitting sideways in the booth, her legs wrapped around him. His front hand is around her midriff and by the look on her face, I know where the other hand is. Her hand has also slid under the edge of the table. He slouches down in the booth to give her easier access. My fingers quicken in my own panties as I watch them. They continue to kiss his front hand now on her breast. She begins to move noticeably. As she looks around again, our eyes lock. I can tell by her blush that she knows that I know what is happening. She then gets a sly look on her face as she realizes that I am masturbating while watching them. "Enjoying the show?" She mouths to me. I nod to her, a blush creeping across my own cheeks now. "Want to watch me cum?" She mouths. Again I nod. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I begin to slide my fingers in and out of my dripping honey pot. I can feel myself approaching orgasm, so I slow down, wanting to wait for her. She arches and her head tilts back, her gaze never leaving mine. Her arm quickening in his lap, he closes his eyes and leans against the cushions. She begins to buck faster on his fingers. Watching him finger her, I think of the times that it was me. His rough fingers deep in me, rubbing my g-spot while his thumb worked my clit. I remember him making me squirt for the first time, how I could finally have more than one orgasm in a single session. I can't help but try to mimic his motions in her on my own aching womanhood. "So close." She mouths. "Cum with me." I mouth back, licking my lips seductively. I see her rocking faster, her face flush, her chest rising and falling quickly as she approaches orgasm. My fingers find my button, hard and throbbing, and I rub furious circles around it. My free hand reaches up under my shirt to my hardened nipples. I wish that I could lift them to my mouth to suck and nibble on them. I thrust my fingers into my wetness and move them in and out quickly, my own face flushed and breath ragged. "Oh, God!" She mouths to me. "I'm going to cum!" I watch her push onto his fingers, her lips in a tight "O" as her whole body shakes. As her climax rocks her, I also drop over the edge. The waves of pleasure starting in my clit and crashing outward towards my toes and the tips of my fingers. Eyes still locked together; we both experience an orgasm like no other. As I contract on my own fingers, I feel myself expel my warm juices, squirting them into my already wet panties. I continue to slide my fingers deep into me, wanting to cum again. Almost on top of my first, I feel my second orgasm approaching, this one even bigger than the first. My body tenses and then shivers uncontrollably. I can feel the intensity in every nerve in my body. I almost cry out, forgetting where I am for a moment. I look around and no one seems to notice that I have just exploded in such incredible pleasure. As wave after wave racks my body, I slowly massage my clit. We lock eyes again as we both come down together. She blows me a kiss. I see him looking longingly at her as she shakes her head. He gestures at his lap and I know she did not allow him to finish. She kisses him on the cheek as she scoots to the edge of the booth. She stands, straightens her skirt and walks directly over to me. "I'm Jen." She says in a sexy voice as she leans forward to plant a kiss on my lips. "That was amazing. Would you like to head back to my place to try it with each other?" I nod as she takes my hand and leads me out of the club. I look over my shoulder at him, an evil grin across my lips. His stunned face is the last thing I see as we saunter out the door hand in hand... Twist of Fate The closed heavy draperies helped blanket the room in darkness. Outside the wind howled with its wolf-like voice. Just that sound made the house seem colder than it really was. "Put your head down and rest," he whispered. "You know you want to. Things will be better in the morning, I promise. Everything always looks different in the light of day." He hated lying to her, but if it could give her at least a little peace in this blackest hour, it was worth it. Things would not be better in the morning. What had happened here could not be undone. As he looked at the blood covering her, he knew that her life was coming to an end. * * * Was her fate pre-determined or would she be able to change it? Would her fate be determined by the turn of a card...? * * * Four months earlier, Sophie Huffman and her father Floyd were traveling to Las Vegas for her 18th birthday. It should have been a time for celebration but it brought only misery to her father and her. For the past ten years they had been on the lamb from loan sharks, unpaid bills and exorbitant amounts of gambling debts. It was not an unusual occurrence for Sophie. Her mother died when she was eight years old, and since then her father started running up gambling debts and trying to outrun loan sharks from almost every state in the country. For the past ten years, Sophie had to learn as she went along in life, as she never got the chance to finish school. They lived out of the back of Floyd's old beat-up Chevy and Motel 6's. She was an absolute genius with numbers, but never had the chance to do anything with her genius. She worked out a year or so ago that if her father bet big enough in Las Vegas on a sure table he would be able to wipe his slate clean and let her finish school. Not that she would see a cent of the money. He had come to the same conclusion that the only way to clear his gambling debts was through more gambling, but if he won he would likely just pay off his creditors then "invest" the rest in more casinos until he was right back where he started. As they drove along the highway at extraordinary speeds they left behind all traces of their former lives and identities. They were now using the aliases of Wesley and Megan Smith. This was his one and only chance to finally clear all his debts that followed them everywhere they went. They drove all night as they kept one step ahead of everyone he owed money to. They took turns driving; as one slept the other drove. It had been this way since Sophie had turned fourteen and her father taught her to drive. The sun rose over the desert, blinding Sophie's tired eyes through the rearview mirror; in the distance she could just make out the Vegas skyline amongst the dust and haze. The raven-haired girl with big brown eyes reached over to her father and tapped him on the shoulder it to wake him up. "Dad...DAD! We're here! I can see Vegas," she shouted to wake him up. "Mmm...What?" He jumped up. "Okay... wake me when we get to the hotel..." he yawned as he lay back down. Sophie put her foot down on the gas pedal as they sped towards Las Vegas. She could not wait to get a long hot shower and a solid eight hours of sleep. They passed a police car on the way into Vegas that clocked the speed of their car at 104 mph, but let them pass without pursuit. She pulled up to the casino's entrance and put the car in park. The valet came over and handed her a ticket. The bellboy took the bags out the car as Sophie woke her father and dragged him out the car. "We're here, GET OUT!" she told him sternly. They walked together into the hotel towards the reception desk to check in under the alias, with their newly acquired identification and credit cards. "Please sign here, Mr. Smith..." the girl at reception said with a smile as she pointed at the slip of paper. "Why? I have never had to do this before," Floyd protested. "Procedure. It's for security sir," she said as she handed the key to the bellboy. "Tom, our bellboy, will escort you to your room, sir. And if you need anything just dial 0 on the telephone. There will be someone here 24 hours a day. Enjoy your stay, sir," she said. Their suite was on the 27th floor, so the bellboy took the key from the receptionist and led them to the elevator. There was a long awkward silence in the elevator journey as no one looked at each other and no one said a word. The bellboy opened the door for them and placed the bags inside. As he stood waiting for a tip he watched Sophie, his eyes following every move she made. "Get a good enough look, pal?" Floyd asked him angrily. "Err... I'm sorry sir. I'll be going now," he announced as he turned on his heels, scurrying for the door. Floyd and Sophie spent that day and the next planning how he was going to find the 'hot table' on his own. Sophie would have to trust him not to give into his gambling urges. They decided he would case the casino floor the night before; he would watch all the tables but not bet a single cent. It was his test before the big night. * * * He was dressed in tourist clothing to blend in as he cased the floor, eying tables, security, and floor walkers. It went off without a hitch as he found two 'hot tables'; those tables were on fire that night, all night. He went back up to the suite to discuss strategy for big night with Sophie. "Well..." Sophie asked bluntly as he walked through the door. "There were two tables tonight, both equally matched. Both watched like a hawk, that's the sign. The tables that are being watched constantly are the tables to go for," he chanted off as he went into the kitchen for a beer. "And...?" she piped up. "And what?" He popped his head around the corner. "Did you bet? Did you get the urge!" Sophie asked angrily. "...yes, but I didn't act on it! God you'd think I was the child and you were the parent," he informed her sharply as he chugged down a beer. "You shouldn't be drinking for tomorrow, you need a clear head to get it right," she sighed, as she knew she was talking to a brick wall. She headed to her room, as she was not going to get into an argument with him over it. She turned on the television as she lay down on the bed. Her head hit the pillow and she was out like a light. This was the moment she had longed for all week, a comfortable undisturbed night's sleep. * * * Sophie was awakened suddenly at 5am by her father's loud singing. He was wasted; he had spent all night drinking and was now going to fuck up her chance of a normal life. She covered her head with her pillow as she tried to get back to sleep, but it didn't help, so she pulled the mattress into the bathroom and went back to sleep on the bathroom floor. She woke up around midday to absolute silence. Sophie knew that silence was never good and never hassle free. "Dad...DAD..." she called out from the bedroom. Nothing, complete and utter silence. She crept out of the bedroom on her tip toes; she looked to the left then the right, nothing. She checked the whole suite; he was nowhere to be found. The balcony doors were splayed open with the curtains billowing into the wind. Sophie's nipples became instantly hard with the cold wind blowing through the door, she walked toward the doors, shivering in her tiny pink shorts and gray tank top. Her hand pulled the curtains open to reveal her father passed out on the balcony. She closed the doors and curtains as she ordered lunch from room service. "Happy Birthday, Sophie. 18 years old and it's turned out like all the rest, unnoticed," she said to herself as she sat waiting on the food. There was a knock at the door 20 minutes later. Tom the bellboy delivered a cart that was overflowing with more than enough food for four people. Sophie opened the door in her shorts and tank top, showcasing her voluptuous toned body that no teenager should have. Her nipples, still hard, strained against the material of her tank top. "Hey, bring it on in." She shot a smile at him. "Emm...Okay." He put his head down as he tried not to look at her. "Are you okay?" she asked as she tried to get his attention. "I'm fine, Ma'am." He looked her up and down, licking his lips unconsciously as he noticed her nipples. "Ma'am? I'm 18, not 80! Come with me," she giggled as she walked toward the master bedroom. He followed her like a lost puppy. Sophie stood in front of the king-size bed with her hands on the hem of the tank top. She pulled it up toward her full perky teen tits as she revealed her tanned, toned stomach to him. She smiled and beckoned him with her index finger. "I really shouldn't be here," he stammered as he walked toward the bed. "Then why are you standing in front of me, Tom?" she smiled. "Because I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you," he whispered as he grabbed her head and kissed her with a raw fiery passion. His hands roamed down her shoulder to the hem of her tank top. Slowly he slid it up her torso over her perfect C cup breasts, pushing up the top to expose them to his eyes. Breaking their kiss, he pushed her arms above her head and removed her top completely, then threw it across the room. Sophie started to undress the bellboy as he kissed down her neck and onto her chest, his tongue tracing the path from where his lips had previously been. As she slid his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor, he reached her hard and sensitive nipples. He kissed them both gently, followed by sucking on them, then he gently grazed his teeth over each one. Sophie gasped and shuddered as he did so. She gripped onto the back of his head and pushed him into her bosom. Her hands slid down his back to his trousers. She furiously unbuckled them letting them fall to the floor with a thud. He continued down her abdomen to her navel, and his hands grasped her firm bubble butt before hooking his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, removing them in one swift movement. He kissed down her left thigh and back up the right before he threw her onto the bed. Tom knelt between her knees and looking up at her with a smirk, he pulled her toward the edge of the bed, placing both legs on his shoulders as he kissed the inside of her thighs toward her dewy slit. He slid his hands around her thighs, pulling her lips back as his tongue licked from the base of her slit to her rosebud clit. He continued like this for a few more strokes before concentrating on her clit. Sophie was gasping and gripping onto the bed as his tongue revolved over her clit at speed, making her blood boil, her pulse race, and her desire for his cock to go off the Richter scale. As he used his finger to massage her asshole and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, her breath grew faster and more ragged. She was about to come when suddenly he stopped. He let go of her altogether, and her legs fell onto the bed suddenly. Sophie opened her eyes as she looked up from the bed in horror. Her father held the bellboy in a headlock. He dragged him to the door, and threw him out into the hallway naked. "What the fuck, Sophie! You fuckin' little slut!" he spat at her as she covered herself with the sheet from the bed. "Why be so modest now?" he demanded. "You weren't five minutes ago with that complete stranger!" He drew his hand back and struck her across the face. She let out a squeal as Floyd grabbed a fist full of her long dark brown hair at the nape of her neck. Dragging her to her bedroom, he threw her against the back wall before slapping her again. She lay on the floor curled in a ball sobbing into the floor as she clasped her face in her hands. He stormed out of the room, closing the door and blocking it with a chair from the dining room. Sophie would not be going anywhere anytime soon and he knew it. * * * Floyd decided it was time to play cards. He changed into his tuxedo and headed down to the casino floor with the duffel bag full of money. He went over to the cashiers' desk and handed the bag over in exchange for 50k in casino chips. "Please sign here sir... protocol," the young girl behind the glass said. "Fine!" he said, exasperated. "Have a good night sir, and good luck," she smiled falsely to him. Floyd smiled falsely back at her and walked away with the chips towards tonight's "hot table." It wasn't so hot tonight. He had expected to lose a little at first before hitting a winning streak, but less than an hour later he counted his chips and realized that he was down to his last $1,000.00. Common sense told him to cut his losses, but Floyd had never let common sense get in the way of his gambling. He was about to bet the rest when he saw someone important-looking approaching. "Good evening Mr. Smith, or is Huffman?" the man asked. "My name is Michael and I manage this casino. I'm confused as to why you are registered as Wesley Smith but signed F. Huffman. I think we need to talk. NOW!" The manager sat down next to him at the table and continued. "You see, Floyd, we know all about you and your pretty little daughter Sophie. And all the debt you have. Did you really think you could just run up all the debt and no one in Nevada would know about it? Come on, you're not that stupid, now are you Floyd?" he said sarcastically. "I have a proposition for you. If you win, I'll keep your secret, pay off your debts, and give you money for Sophie's future. IF you can beat me at MY game. If you lose, I get Sophie and you get your 50 grand back. Deal?" Floyd couldn't really see a down side to the proposition. Even if he lost, he would come out $49,000 ahead. And all he would lose would be that bitch of a daughter of his. "What's the game?" Floyd asked, a little suspicious. It sounded almost too good to be true. "One game. Highest card wins. That's it, simple," Michael smirked. "Deal," he answered bluntly. "Dealer, cut a new deck. Deal the top two cards out," the manager ordered. The dealer opened a new pack, shuffled them, and slid two cards onto the table, one to Michael, one to Floyd. "Turn them over, gentlemen," the dealer said impatiently. Floyd turned over a ten of spades and waited with bated breath to see Michael's card. Michael turned over a king of hearts. "Well my friend, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Where is Sophie?" he asked abruptly. "Where's my money?! Money first then you can get her," Floyd demanded. Michael snapped his fingers and a security man appeared beside him with the duffel bag. "Please escort Mr. Huffman off the premises. And make sure he never returns!" he ordered. "Now where is Sophie!" "She's in the suite, locked in the room," he said with a shrug, opening the duffel bag to make sure it really was full of his money. "Do not return to Las Vegas Mr. Huffman or it will be the last thing you do," Michael informed him, then turned to another security guard. "Go get my prize and bring her to my office," he ordered, handing him the master keycard. * * * As Michael sat patiently waiting for his henchman to bring his spoils to him, he thought of different ways he could use her. He decided to wait and see what her attitude toward him would be as to what he would sentence her to. He could hear Sophie yelling and objecting to being brought down to the mangers office, not surprising as she had no clue what had happened. They burst through the door, and the henchman, known only as Ice, threw her in to the chair as he wiped the blood from his face. "She's a fighter," he spat as he walked outside, closing the door behind him. "Where is my father?! Why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong!" she shouted at Michael. "Well my darling Sophie... Your father is on his way out of Nevada, and you are here because he bet you in a card game and now you belong to me," he cackled. The colour drained from Sophie's face as she sunk into the chair across the desk from him in utter shock. She sat blinking but not moving or breathing. She was completely dumbstruck. "He bet me?" she whispered as she frowned. "Yes, and now you are my property to do with as I see fit. And I know exactly what to do with you, missy!" he laughed. * * * The Diamond Cavern was a popular bordello and escort agency that the casino owned at the end of the strip. Michael was no stranger to the place, as he had a stake in what went on there, so he visited it often. The frequency of his visits increased over the next three months; he had new girl in training there, a young and innocent beauty with dark hair and brown eyes, sure to be a big hit with the clients as soon as her training was finished. He claimed he just wanted to protect his investment, but he had another motive for visiting the Diamond Cavern as well. He had made a mistake in not taking her right there in his office the day her father gambled her away, and he planned to rectify it. With her training period soon coming to an end, he was getting impatient. One day, he walked in the front door of the bordello and called up the stairs to "Mama," the name that everyone called Phoenix, the Madam of the bordello. "I'll be one minute Michael; wait in my office," she hollered. Phoenix was in Sophie's room, currently occupied pinning the girl's hair. "You look beautiful, Baby girl." Phoenix said, stroking Sophie's cheek as she looked at her in the mirror. She could clearly see why Michael had given her the working name of Bambi; the girl had big brown doe eyes, a reminder of her innocence. "Stand up and give me a twirl..." said Phoenix, holding back tears. Phoenix knew Sophie was too smart to be working as an escort, she should be back in school learning how to become the boss not a bottom rung whore. She had tried everything to get Michael to change his mind about her, but nothing would stir him from that path for her. He had ulterior motives, and Phoenix knew it. "You look like a million dollars, Sophie." A tear dropped from Phoenix's eye. "You know you're like a mother to me, don't you?" Sophie asked. "Uh huh, Sugar." Phoenix hugged her. Phoenix knew all about Sophie's turbulent upbringing, and she felt nothing but pity for the girl. Some of the other escorts under Phoenix's care had similar hard-luck stories, but Sophie's was particularly sad. Over the past three months, Phoenix had taken special care of her as "Bambi" was trained and prepared for her new life. "Stay here, Sugar, and stay out of his sight, okay?" Phoenix instructed Sophie as she rubbed her shoulder. Phoenix walked out to her office where Michael was sitting, drumming his fingers on the desk waiting on her. "What can I do for you today, Michael?" she smiled. "You know what I want! I want Bambi, I want to break her in. I want to be her first client. Make it happen," he demanded. "You should know better than anyone, Michael, I do not take demands, not even from you. We made a deal. When you turned her over to me, we agreed that what you get out of her is a percentage of the cash she brings in. You want more, you have to to go through the same process as everyone else. If you want to be her first client, then place your bid and wait," Phoenix smiled. Michael slammed his fists on the desk. "You can't protect her forever, and I WILL HAVE HER!" He stormed out of the office, knocking over another girl in his haste. Phoenix had her own plan for Sophie, and she was just waiting on a certain person coming into The Cavern. She hoped it wouldn't be too long until he arrived, for everyone's sake. * * * The auction was rigged, of course; just an excuse to allow Phoenix to tell Michael to go to hell when he came around demanding to be Sophie's first client. But Phoenix had no intention of selling Sophie's first time to the highest bidder. She had a john in mind for the girl, so she was in frequent secret communication with a particular mystery bidder, revealing to him the competitors' bids to give him a chance to out-bid them. He had money, and was willing to spend it on something special. When the bidding ended, he was, of course, the winner. Twist of Fate He turned up late one night dressed all in black from his Stetson down to his leather boots. He walked in the door with an eerie presence about him. "I'm lookin' for Mamma Phoenix," he said to the girl at the door. "Follow me, sir," she chirped. He followed her along a dark hallway, then up a tight metal spiral staircase. "Please wait in here. Who will I say is here to see her?" she smiled. "Tell her it's the dark cowboy. She'll know who it is." He walked into the waiting room. Phoenix hurried along the hallway and tried to compose herself outside the door to the waiting room before entering. She opened the door to see the dark stranger standing in the shadows of the room. "Buck, you bastard! How you doin'? Not seen you in an age! How's life treatin' you?" she smiled as she walked in and hugged him. "Ah, well, you know me, never one to complain, but since you asked... You know what I'm here for. You promised me something fresh. Nothing that's been around the block with half of Nevada. Something new, a fresh piece of meat," he smiled. "You won't be disappointed, my old friend," Phoenix sighed. "Let me go get my baby girl. Just..." "Just what?" The expression on Phoenix's face grew serious. "We go way back, Buck," she said. "I wanted you to to be her first client because, well, you've always been good to the girls. Just promise me you'll be gentle with this one. I want her to have a good experience the first time, and I know you can give it to her." Buck smiled. "Well now, how can I refuse when you ask me so nicely? Of course I'll be gentle." Bambi was brought to the waiting room for approval. "Well what do you think of her?" Phoenix asked. Buck was stunned as he looked over the young beauty who stood before him. He had expected a young and innocent girl; Phoenix always delivered what she promised. But this girl was beautiful far beyond his expectations. He couldn't even speak, but simply nodded in approval. Phoenix had her led away to be dressed and prepared for work. A few minutes later, Buck entered the luxury suite and nearly melted at the sight of Sophie sitting on the bed dressed in a black and red corset with suspender and stockings, waiting for him. She smiled at him as he entered the room. "I'm Buck and I'm here to fuck," he told her. It was his favorite catchphrase, as more than one girl in the Diamond Cavern knew. Her smile fell away, and for just a moment he saw on her face all the pain she felt inside. He knew immediately that she was not here in the brothel by choice, and wanted desperately to get out. His heart went out to her, and now he felt a little guilty about what he was about to do. But if not him, someone else would take his place. Her first client might even be... He fought down a wave of disgust at that thought. Not him. Buck would be her first client, and he would make tonight special for her. He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her knee. Instead of moving directly to the action, however, he wrapped his other arm around her shoulder in a comforting gesture. He said nothing, just holding her, giving her the kind of affection she clearly needed. Sophie's reaction was just what he had hoped. He could feel the tenseness leave her body as she relaxed. She looked into his deep blue eyes for a moment, then she took the initiative by kissing him deeply. He stopped her and broke the kiss. "What is your name, sweetness?" he enquired. "Bambi..." She looked down. "No, your name, not your house name," he smiled, lifting her chin up with his fingers as he gazed into her chocolate eyes. "Erm... Sophie, my name is Sophie," she smiled. He leaned down and started to kiss her slowly and gently, working down her neck as he started to untie her tightly bound corset. She giggled, as he kissed her neck so softly that it tickled her. He pulled away from her, looking at her soft features as her giggles fell away to a smile, then embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands as he stared at her with a look in his piercing blue eyes. "Don't hide... not from me," he smiled as he pulled her hands from her face. "I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to laugh. I'm sorry..." she stuttered as she looked at the floor, her raven colored hair falling over her face. He pulled her hair away from her face and lifted her chin with his index finger to kiss her. "You are too innocent for this work. I should know; I come here often enough," he told her as he pecked her on the cheek. Sophie smiled. The dark cowboy had been a little intimidating when she first met him, but his gentle demeanor was giving her more confidence. Something about him told her that he wasn't just another client hoping for a quick screw; he actually cared about her feelings. As she stared at him, her eyes became alive, shining like molten chocolate. Then she did something that surprised her as much as it surprised him. She pounced onto Buck, pushing him back onto the silk covered bed. His Stetson flew onto the floor as she straddled him and kissed him hard. He slid his hands up her smooth supple thighs to her round juicy ass; grabbing firmly then slapping her left cheek, making her squeal and jump, breaking their kiss. He chuckled as he threw her onto the bed; she squealed again as he lay on top of her and unhooked the rest of the corset to reveal her luscious perky breasts with rose colored nipples, that he devoured immediately. As he swirled his tongue around her nipples and teased her with a flick of his tongue, she sighed heavily, knowing he was only just beginning. He looked up into her brown eyes, watching her squirm under him. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans pushing them to the floor as he kicked off his boots. Sophie sat up and licked her lips as she looked at his semi-hard 7-inch cock dangling in front of her. She moved to the edge of the bed, reached over to his hips, and pulled him forward until he stood between her spread legs. Taking his cock in her right hand she pushed back the skin before licking from the base of his thick cock to the tip, teasing him as she swirled her tongue around his bulbous head. She looked up at him before opening her mouth wide, sliding halfway down the shaft and back up as she continued to swirl her tongue all over it. He grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head as she continued to suck his cock, and pushed her more and more onto it until he hit her throat. She shoved him away, gasping for air with a sparkling string of saliva mixed with pre-cum stretched from his cock to her lips before breaking. He bent down and kissed her hard. Pushing her back onto the bed, his hands traced up her arms and pinned them above her head with one of his hands as the other ripped the panties from her crotch and lined up his cock between her puffy dewy lips. "You work fast, Cowboy," Sophie proclaimed. Buck smiled as he kissed and nibbled on her neck and dove into her velvety warmness. Sophie gasped as he entered her. He started slow but soon picked up speed as their bodies collided in their passionate embrace. Buck rolled over, pulling Sophie on top of him to ride him. His hands slid up her legs to her ass helping her to fuck him hard. She bounced up and down on his rock hard member, her breasts slapping rhythmically against her until he pulled her down onto his chest, kissing her as he took over and pounded the hell out of her tight teen pussy. It was not long until they both approached climax; Sophie moaned and squealed as Buck started to buck. Thrusting into her fully he came, spurting rope after rope into her very fertile womb. A few seconds later Sophie's body completely tensed up as she rode out her orgasm until her body went completely limp on top of him. They lay together like that for half an hour, until Phoenix knocked the door to find out how everything was going with 'Bambi's' first time. Sophie got off of Buck and went over to the door to speak with Phoenix. "Get yourself cleaned up, Sophie," said Phoenix, gesturing to the mess between Sophie's legs. Sophie's face turned bright red as she realized what Phoenix meant. She closed the door and ran to the bathroom, completely ignoring Buck on her way past. He sat up in bed, looking toward the bathroom door and trying to understand what had just happened. He got up and wandered gently over to the bathroom, opened the door quietly and crept in. His warm hand slinked around her waist and across her stomach like a snake constricting, as he pulled her back close against his front. Sophie tilted her head back against his shoulder, kissing his neck and smelling the mix of sweat, aftershave and sex on him. Eventually they ended up in the shower together with the water cascading over their naked bodies as they were entwined in a passionate kiss. Buck turned her around, running his hands down her arms until he reached her wrists. lifting them up above her head, he placed them on the wall, then he slid his hands back down her arms till he reached her breasts. He gently massaged them as he pushed her legs apart with his feet, then he slid his stiff cock between her legs, rubbing it against her lips and just barely touching her clit, teasing her again. He removed one hand from her breasts to reposition the shower head to rain over both their bodies, as he planned to take her for the second time in an hour, this time from behind. He left one hand on her breasts while the other trailed down her stomach to her clit, where he started to rub her with tenderness. He knew just how to get her wet quickly, as they were on a tight time scale. His cock still between her legs, he felt she was wet enough and placed one hand on her stomach and the other on his cock, guiding it into her dripping wet slit. Sophie's hands pushed hard against the wall as he slid all the way in. She felt every thrust with more and more intensity as he built up speed, and his grip against her stomach got tighter with every second that passed. She started to climax as he continued to thrust. As she started to cum he came at the exact same time, before collapsing against her and pushing her against the cold slate tiles on the bathroom wall. They cleaned themselves up before getting dressed and heading to Phoenix's office. He asked to speak with Phoenix alone first. "Phoenix, I want to see her regularly. I'll pay whatever you ask as long as you promise me that He will never have her. Ever," Buck told her. "I normally don't make such deals, Buck, but for Sophie's sake I will make that deal with you," she nodded. * * * He paid Phoenix for Sophie's services that day and for another three visits in advance. The girl intrigued him. He just couldn't get enough of her. It wasn't all about her pretty face or beautiful body; sometimes they spent half their time together just talking. At first reluctant to open up about her past, she gradually warmed up to him and eventually told him her life story of how she got to be in the brothel. Like Phoenix, he felt pity for her, but he started having other feelings for her as well. At first he hesitated to call those feelings by their proper name. He had been in love before, but usually he was more interested in just having a good time than committing to a serious relationship. But now, each time he visited her his feelings for her grew. He couldn't stand the thought of her with another man, which surprised him. Buck had never been the jealous type with any of the other girls in the bordello, but with Sophie it was different. One day, only a month after he had first met her, he decided that he could not go on like that. Their arrangement was only temporary, and could end at any time. That thought frightened him, and he knew he had to do something about it. That very day, he went to the casino to speak with Michael. He was met by one of Michael's henchmen, who told him to take a seat. Buck sat down and waited. Thirty minutes passed before anyone came out of the office, but that didn't surprise him. No doubt Michael already suspected what Buck wanted, and preferred not to have that conversation. Buck was more patient than Michael, however, and eventually another henchman ushered Buck into the office, where Michael sat behind his desk. "Well... Buck, what can I do for you? I can't say it's a pleasure to see you," Michael smiled. "Feeling's mutual, buddy. I want you to release Sophie." Buck stared at him. "Not going to happen! She is my property," he spat at Buck. "Name your price, Michael," Buck said with a straight face. "Not for sale." "I said name your price, Michael! Anything you want!" Buck shouted, losing his composure. "Anything?" Michael questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Anything... brother," he said. "Well... my dear brother, I want your half of this casino. I want the whole casino." he smiled. "Deal, but you have to clear her debts fully and release her, no strings," Buck told him. "Deal, no strings. Sign this. I've had it for a while now, in case I ever came across the proper leverage on you." Michael threw a contract at him. "Looks like I just did." "Hmm... Okay. Now you sign this." Buck looked over the contract as he gave Michael another contract releasing Sophie completely. The two brothers exchanged signatures, then handed the contracts to the two witnesses who had watched them and now signed to say they witnessed the transaction. Michael was now the full owner of the casino and Buck had gotten Sophie's release, a small price to pay for her happiness, he thought. Buck drove over to the brothel in his pick-up truck as fast as it would go to tell Phoenix the news; he parked up outside and ran up to her office, banging on the door until she answered. "Where's the fucking fire?" she screamed as she opened the door. "What the fuck, Buck?!" she asked as he pushed past her. "Read this!" He opened the contract and handed it to her. "How the fuck did you get him to agree to letting her go?!" she asked, astonished. "I gave up my half of the casino, Phoenix. She's worth it to me," he told her like a love-sick teenager. "Let me go get Sophie! You'll want to tell her, yes?" she smiled. He nodded as she phoned downstairs for Sophie to come up to her office. Buck paced back and forth as they waited; it seemed to be the longest five minutes of his life. There was a knock at the door before Phoenix yelled "come in." Sophie entered, wearing a white baby-doll, her raven hair in curls cascading over her shoulders down her back. She smiled as soon as she saw Buck, then walked over to him and hugged him tightly before continuing over to Phoenix. "It's not me who wants to talk to you, baby," Phoenix smiled and nodded in Buck's direction. Sophie turned and looked at Buck, who had a huge grin from cheek to cheek, which wasn't irregular. "You want to talk to me?" Sophie asked him, worried. "Sit down, Soph. I've got something important to tell you." He bit his lip as she sat in front of him on the leather chesterfield sofa. "This is for you..." He handed her the contract. "I secured your release from here, from the casino, from Michael. You are completely free. No debt, nothing," he smiled. "I..." She could not speak, with the shock as she read the contract. "H...how?" she stammered. "I had to give him something that he wanted. That's all you need to know Sophie; I don't want you feeling you owe me for it. I did it to give you back your life. I want you to be happy." Buck smiled with a tear in his eye. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Sophie jumped up wrapping herself around him; kissing him hard. "I have something to ask you, though," Buck said nervously. "What's that?" she looked at him, letting go of him and standing toe to toe with him. "Will you marry me, Sophie?" he asked, getting down onto one knee. "W... what? Really? Yes!!" she squealed. * * * They got married in The Little White Chapel that afternoon with all the other escorts and Phoenix there to wish them well, and to see one of their own getting something good out of life. Buck couldn't wait to take her away from Vegas and all its reminders of her unhappy life, so the two of them hopped into his pickup and drove out of town. Buck and Sophie were giddy with happiness as they drove down the highway. Not even the storm clouds that were gathering on the horizon could spoil their happiness. Buck pulled off the highway onto a dirt road that led to a little house tucked away at the base of a hill. Technically it belonged to the casino and therefore to Michael; it was one of half a dozen properties in the middle of the desert that Michael had managed to wrangle out of unfortunate customers of the casino who couldn't pay their debts. Both Michael and Buck had keys to all of them, but they rarely visited. Mostly the houses stood empty, accruing equity until Michael decided to sell them for profit. Since Buck's five-bedroom farmhouse was a two-day drive from Vegas, the newlyweds would need a place to spend the night. Michael probably wouldn't approve of their use of his property, but then, Michael didn't have to know. The rain was beginning to fall as they left the truck and dashed for the front door. Buck opened it, and they stepped into their "honeymoon cottage." That night as they lay in bed together as man and wife Sophie whispered in his ear the three little words no one had ever said to him before. "I love you. You and no other," she whispered. "And I you, until there is no breath left in me." he kissed her forehead. They both slept a sound sleep that night that neither had ever had. The sound of rain falling on the rooftop did not bother them; cuddled up in each other's arms, they felt warm and peaceful. Not even the foulest weather could interrupt their bliss. * * * They rose late the next morning, too late to finish the trip to Buck's farmhouse, so they decided to stay one more night here. Besides, the rain clouds had developed into a thunderstorm, and Buck didn't like the idea of any extended driving through the wind and the rain. They drove into a nearby small town to pick up some groceries, and ate breakfast in a little cafe. After the fast-moving city life of Las Vegas, it felt nice to just relax in a tiny little town that almost didn't warrant a spot on the map. They made love again back in the house, slowly and unhurriedly. They had all day with no demands on their time. That evening, Buck left her to relax as he drove back into town to gas up the pickup in preparation for their drive to his farmhouse the next day. The house had a working washer and dryer, so Sophie put their dirty clothes into the wash. They were just coming out of the dryer when the power suddenly went out. Sophie jumped, then laughed at herself. The storm might have knocked out the power, but she wouldn't let it get her down. Just then, she heard a knock on the front door. Wondering who would be calling on them here, she opened the door. The smile fell from her face as she saw that it was her father. "Hey, there's my baby girl," Floyd proclaimed as he tried to hug her. "What do you want?" she shouted at him. "Run out of money? Need to trade me off again?!" "Don't be like that Sophie! He had me cornered; what was I to do? They were gonna kill me!" He tried to make excuses. "Well one thing you shouldn't have done was sell your FUCKING daughter! Do you know what he made me do?! Do you?" she screamed at him. "I'm sorry Sophie, I really am... but I need money. Can you help your old man out?" he pleaded with her. "And what happened to the money you got for me? Blow it all already? No dad, I'm not giving you one red cent! Fuck off!" She shut the door in his face. She walked away from the door back into the utility room to finish folding the laundry when she heard a loud bang and then footsteps inside the house. She turned around and headed out of the utility room only to be met by her father and his .44 Magnum. She froze in her tracks, looking at her father. Twist of Fate "You will give me money, or so help me god, I'll blow your brains out. And don't tempt me Sophie!" he threatened. "I don't have any money! Buck deals with the money!" she blurted out. "Oh, Buck deals with it? Well we'll just have to wait on Buck then, won't we? Move!" he ordered, pointing the gun into her back as he pushed her into the living room. As they passed the busted front door, she peeked out and saw the pickup truck pulling up. Floyd, however, was obviously too busy shouting to notice anything that was not about him. "You know you're an ungrateful little bitch. You know that, right? I've always done the best I could for you but you always wanted more. You are such a little brat. Must get that from your mother; she was the exact same. I was never good enough, I didn't work hard enough, I drank too much. That bitch was never happy, just like you. She thought she could just up and walk away from me with you, but I soon stopped her," he sniggered as he pushed her onto the sofa, waving the gun around. "What do you mean 'but you soon stopped her'? I thought mom committed suicide?" Sophie asked. "A fourteen-story swan dive will do that to anyone. She might have jumped, or someone may have pushed her," he grinned. Buck was slowly creeping into the house as Floyd told Sophie how her mother really died. "You killed her? You bastard!" she screamed, jumping up to attack him. "Don't be so stupid, you little whore. I have the gun, remember," he told her as he pressed it against her chest at her heart. "And tell lover boy to back away, or I'll shoot you. I saw him get out of the truck. You thought I didn't, but I did." he told Sophie. "Please babe, just back up," she told Buck as a tear rolled down her cheek. Floyd grabbed her and held her in front of him with the gun to her back aimed at her heart, and like that, he walked them back to the door. "If you want to see her again, you'll get me money and get it NOW!" he demanded. "Okay, just calm down Floyd. I'll get you the money. Just let Sophie go," Buck pleaded. "I'm not that stupid, buddy, I know you've got money and lots of it. You're brothers with the casino owner, I mean, damn, you own half of it. You done well for yourself there, Kiddo." He chuckled and slapped Sophie's ass. That gesture pushed her over the edge. She hated him. She always had. But until now she had also feared him, feared what he would do to her if she stood up to him. But that had always been a vague threat. Now she knew just how far he was willing to go. He might even be willing to kill her, his own daughter. But now that the threat took on a more solid form, he realized that she was no longer afraid. Floyd was just a man. He had never been much of a father to her anyway; why should she fear or even respect him? He no longer had any authority over her, and the only power he had here in this room came from the gun in his hand. Take that away, and he would go back to what he had always been: a miserable excuse for a man who could not control even himself, much less someone else. Rage overtook her, and without thinking, she turned to face him and grabbed the gun. She heard Buck yelling, but her focus was entirely on her father. She would take his power. He would never threaten her again. Sophie and Buck would be happy together, and Floyd would not come between them! The air was ripped by the sound of an explosion. Sophie fell to the floor, staring at the blood that covered the front of her white dress. She looked up at her father, who wore a stunned expression. As she watched in shock, he let go of the smoking gun; letting it drop with a metallic thud off the wooden floor. His knees hit the ground, then he pitched forward and fell lifeless to the floor. Sophie heard herself screaming. Buck rushed over to her and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her and rocking her back and forth until she calmed down. He held her there in the darkness for a long time. The closed heavy draperies helped blanket the room in darkness. Outside the wind howled with its wolf-like voice. Just that sound made the house seem colder than it really was. "Put your head down and rest,' he whispered. "You know you want to. Things will be better in the morning, I promise. Everything always looks different in the light of day." He hated lying to her, but if it could give her at least a little peace in this blackest hour, it was worth it. Things would not be better in the morning. What had happened here could not be undone. As he looked at the blood covering her, he knew that her life was coming to an end. But that was for the best, after all. Buck had paid off the debt, and Floyd's blood on her dress was witness to the fact that she had just sent him where he could never harm her again. With nothing left to tie her to her old life, Buck intended to give her a new one, far away from the abuses inflicted upon her, far away from the horror she must feel at having just killed her father. That horror would not go away in the morning; it would take her a long time to forgive herself. But one day perhaps, when she finally realized how much Buck truly loved her, when she learned to believe her heart, she might trust him when he told her that none of this was her fault. He would not stop trying to convince her until she believed it. He lifted the weeping girl into his arms and carried her outside to his truck to drive her away from this life and into a new one. Twist of Fate Although it's a cliché, it was love at first sight. Emma was 16 and Ray almost seven years her senior. They married a year later and began their lives together. As the years passed they lived ordinary lives, purchased a house then a larger one after the two sons arrived and settled into a busy but comfortable life. The boys grew up, married and left home and they were just a couple once again. They were both virgins when they married and their sex life was ordinary but frequent. Emma soon learned she loved sex and remained highly sexual throughout the years. They were faithful to one another and never thought their lives would be any different than it had been or was. Ray was 57 when the first of several health issues surfaced. A problematic prostrate operation left him with serious sexual problems. He couldn't maintain an erection, even with Viagra or Cialis and often he had no interest in sex. Emma, at 50, remained highly sexual and tried many methods to interest Ray. She had always liked to dress in erotic lingerie but this no longer had an influence on Ray's libido. Neither did striptease or oral. She was frustrated and Ray became depressed. They discussed their problem with the family doctor and he suggested that an option was to look for a sex partner for Emma. Ray wanted to see her sexually taken care of and happy and after careful consideration they agreed it might be an answer. In the summer of 2004, Mario and Sheila, friends and neighbours of Emma and Ray invited them down to their cottage on a lake for the day. While there they were introduced to Jon who owned a large property and luxury cottage a little ways along the lake. He was recently divorced and Emma felt a definite connection between them and she knew Jon was interested in her. She mentioned this to Ray and he said she should pursue him if she felt like that. She did, in covert ways during that afternoon and by the end of the day they had exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. Emma's instincts were correct, Jon called to invite them down to his cottage the following weekend. Emma was excited and decided to continue with her pursuit in a direct manner. Jon was standing by the fireplace and Emma went over to him and put her hand on his crotch. She knew instantly that he was much bigger than her husband. Jon looked over to Ray whose smile gave permission. Emma and Jon fondled and kissed and were soon in the bedroom tearing off their clothes. Emma was shocked and excited when she saw Jon's erection (later confirmed to be 13 inches when fully erect). That was the first of regular visits to the cottage over the next year. Emma dressed up for him, he liked her as a schoolgirl and she, Jon and Ray walked around the local town with her in uniform. No one paid any undue attention as she recalls that afternoon. Jon also liked bondage and when they got back to the cottage he took Emma into the bedroom, bent her over the couch and tied her up then left to talk with Ray. This was all new for Emma and she found it very exciting. When Jon returned after about 10 minutes he gave his naughty schoolgirl a spanking then fucked her. On another occasion he tied her to the kitchen table on her back and used a dildo on her then untied and fucked her. Ray was always there watching and Emma found she could take Jon's big cock and he was considerate in its use. He said she was the only woman he had known that could take him deep in the 'downward dog' position. One summer night he fucked her 'doggie' outside as they howled at the moon. Their relationship began to falter when Emma spent all night fucking with Jon while Ray slept in another room. After that night Jon tried to keep Emma away from Ray on their visits causing more tension. Emma also grew to realize that Jon was quite full of himself and conceited, traits she didn't like. After about a year Jon informed Ray and Emma that he had a new girlfriend and wanted to introduced her to them. She was nice and they had several non-sexual visits together. The end came when they went into town and then on to the lake. It was necessary to clamber over rocks to get to the beach and Jon refused to help Ray whose knees were bad and took Emma off by himself, leaving his girlfriend to deal with Ray. Jon wanted Emma to continue their sexual relationship despite his new girlfriend. This was unacceptable to Emma and she told him so. She went back to Ray and they left, never to see him again. Time passed and Emma's desire for sex went undiminished and unfulfilled and in late 2006 she asked Ray to place an ad on an adult friend site. They were both nervous but couldn't think of any other way. A married couple who lived not far away replied and looked promising. They met at Emma and Ray's house and it went reasonably well although Emma's foray into girl/girl action did nothing for her, she liked cock. It was a few weeks later that the wife showed Emma a picture of me. I had been having a sexual relationship with this couple for some months. My wife has medical issues and is unable to have sex. Emma took a liking to my photo and asked if she could meet me. We met the following Friday and got along very well. Over the next few months I would visit Emma either by myself or with the other husband but he was becoming a pain. Emma didn't like his bossy attitude or his sexual technique and he had accused me of screwing his wife while he was away on a business trip which was untrue. After his wife reamed him out upon his return he called me and begged for a meeting because I had told him I didn't need this drama and that was the end of our relationship. We met with his wife a local coffee shop and before we parted he said I could fuck his wife whether he was home or not. I didn't see them again. Emma and Ray had also grown to dislike this couple, they were long-time swingers and we were concerned about the disease risk with multiple partners. They were pleased when I told them that I had severed my relationship and would prefer just to see Emma. It was what they were looking for anyway, one man on a long term, regular basis. I'm very happy to say that I am that man and our relationship is 7 years strong. We get together once a week, occasionally more often, and have a wonderful, sexy time. Emma says it was Fate that brought us together and I tend to agree. We love our spouses and love the sex we share. I hope it continues for many years to come. Twist "Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Good night." The gurney rolled to a stop, and the nurse fixed the IV drop, letting the anesthetic drip down into his arm. As he faded away, he wondered what his new life would be like. Skirts, dresses, high heels, all for her... He woke with a start, and the room was black before his eyes. A dull ache registered in his chest and in his groin. Even his arms and legs ached; probably from fat injections. "Are you awake?" It was her, and he smiled. His voice didn't seem to want to work. "Don't speak. The doctor says the work on your vocal chords will take a while to heal. But it worked!" He motioned to the sheet that lay over him. "In a minute. First, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. This won't be easy for you, living like this. But it is permanent, just like you wanted. The doctor says that the tissues in your genital area won't restrict blood flow like normal 'cause of the scar tissue, so that in fact you will be permanently aroused. Other than that, everything is fine. Are you ready to see my work of art, the greatest step in humiliation for a sissy like you?" He nodded as vigorously as he could under those circumstances. "Then you can watch in the mirror overhead!" She flicked on a light that reflected off the mirror, then down onto him. "Here goes everything!" She grabbed the edge of the sheet and whisked it off the bed. When he saw what she'd done to him, he started to hyperventilate. Her voice was evil incarnate. "What, you don't like the liposuction and pectoral implants that give you that bodybuilder look? I especially like the vocal chord enhancement, which will make your voice nice and deep. Wait! I bet you thought I was going to turn you into a girl, didn't you? Get real! If I wanted a female lover, I would pick a real woman. But girls don't have nice big black cocks, like the one Richie gave up for you, do they? And no matter how much I fuck you, you'll always be hard for me, with just tons of heavenly cum! We'll fuck constantly! What a situation for a sissy like you, to be the ultimate man for me!" XIX) The Big Bondage Fuck Party "Don't worry, Mistress, I'll get you out before your guests arrive. Wouldn't you know it, the two years you've been training me go off without a hitch, and then this, right before all those leather community people are scheduled to come over for my first public outing. Yes, yes, I know I'm not supposed to touch you while you were napping, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what it looked like with somebody strapped in, because I could never see anything when I was in there. You sleep so soundly I figured I could get you in and out before you woke up. I must say, Mistress, you look exquisite with you ass in the air like that with cheeks spread wide. Must be what made it so easy for you to get that dildo in my ass. That ring gag was always uncomfortable, as was that inflated helmet. No, Mistress, I'm looking for the keys. What's that? I'm having a hard time hearing you; the vibrator inside you has turned on again, and those industrial motors make a lot of noise. Yes, yes, I know. I'm looking for the keys to the damn fucking padlocks already. I didn't need them to lock the locks, and I guess I figured you would have left them about somewhere. What's that? The keys are inside your teddy? But that part of your chest is encased in stainless steel, so how am I supposed to get them out? "More importantly, how will I ever entertain these guests for an entire weekend?" XX) My Mistress' Darkest Desire My Owner would be home soon, and i waited expectantly. I stood there in my latex servant's outfit, cock at full attention, awaiting my Owner's orders. She walked into the room, the scent of leather getting there moments before She arrived. Her five inch spike-heeled thigh high black leather boots clicking on the wooden floor. Matching gloves, g-string, and corset completed the outfit. She was beyond beautiful, as always. "James?" "Yes, Great Mistress?" "Am I a cruel Owner?" A trick question. I should have seen it coming. Think fast! "Only when i deserve it, Exalted Bringer of Pain and Pleasure." Whew, close one. "Have I fulfilled your thoughts and expectations on how a mistress should act?" Another trick. Best divert the energy, blame it on another. "I have no expectations of you, Light of my Being, except that you be yourself. I am only a lowly slave, and shouldn't have expectations other than those you give to me. I've heard the other slaves say how you fit the role of a dominatrix perfectly." "A Dominatrix! For that insult, you will be punished, severely!" Could be good, could be bad, depending on her mood. "I'm sorry, Oh Great One, and i humbly beseech your forgiveness. Any punishment you would deign give me i truly deserve, and i would accept it gratefully." "I have decided!" The evil grin i had come to dread appeared on her face. " I will...I will..." The grin changed to a more doubtful look. "Shit." It was almost a curse of frustration, said under her breath. Her blue eyes, cold as the ice i knew was in her veins, glared at me. I quickly averted my gaze, expecting a tirade to burst forth. "Shit! I can't do it anymore. All day long, people at attention as I walk by, denied basic human rights, fawning all over me." She sat on the bed, hard. "I have to come up with tasks for them to do, the more menial, the better. And punishments, all day and all night. This one gets to sleep at the foot of my bed, that one in a cage. And this clothing! Talk about a pain in the ass!" She undid the boots, and flung them across the room. I kept at attention. I thought i heard her sigh. "Mistress?" I asked, bewildered. My eyes looked up. "Do you know how hard it is to walk in those things? All my shoes seem to have five inch spike heels. God, my feet ache." "Yes, Mistress. You have put me in high heels more than once. Would you like a foot massage?" She paid no attention to me, and undid the belts on the corset. "And this thing is horrible. Hot, sweaty, and it hurts my back. But it's expected, isn't it?" Another rhetorical question. I was still bewildered. She stripped off the gloves and the g-string, and i naturally averted my eyes so as not to see her beauty unbidden. "All day long it's 'yes Mistress' or 'no Mistress' or 'I've been bad mistress please punish me Mistress'. I'm really getting fed up with all of it." A look of concentration passed over her face, replaced with relief. "James, I've made a decision. I quit." "Excuse me, Mistress? You...quit?" "You heard me the first time, James. I quit. No more spending all my money on latex and leather clothing, or on drugs to feminize some guy, or on torture devices. No more staying up half the night torturing a slave that dropped a napkin. No more spending my spare time reading books on Femdom or torture. No more of this bullshit!" She was nearly screaming in joy. "No more, you here?!" She pulled on a sweatsuit, and started stuffing street clothes in a duffle bag. "I don't think i understand, Mistress." "What's not to understand? I'm outta here." Panic filled me to the depths of my soul. "Mistress? What about us? What about your slaves?" "'What about us?' I'll tell you what about you. I'm tired of the responsibility, keeping you all healthy and warm and fed. I'm tired of picking up assholes in bars to bring back here so I can embarrass or degrade a slave. With all the guys I bring back here, it's no wonder the neighbors think I'm a slut. I can't remember the last real date I had, with that feeling of uncertainty as to how the date will end. Those first kisses, romance, picnics, snuggling on the couch. Oh no, I always have to be the domme. To be the Mistress." She took a deep breath again. "Well, I'm sick of it! Do you hear me? SICK. OF. IT!!!" She punctuated each word by stuffing another pair of plain cotton underwear into the bag. She picked up the bag, and started heading towards the door. "'What about us', he says." she muttered to herself. She turned to face me again, and in the cold, cruel, level voice I had grown to love and fear, said, "I don't care 'what about us?'." It hit me like a slap in the face. She was serious. Deadly serious, in fact. "Where are you going, Mistress? What should we do?" I was whining at that point, rocking back and forth like I had to relieve myself. "Me? I'm going to Hawaii for a vacation, and I don't know if I'm coming back. I talked to an old college friend of mine, and he's putting me up for a few days. He was kind of cute, then, so who knows? As for you and the other slaves, I don't care about what you do. The place is paid up to the end of the month, and most of the big equipment is rented or borrowed. You can have whatever's in the fridge. Live it up. Have a party. GET A LIFE!! I don't care anymore." With that she walked out and slammed the door. Tears formed in my eyes, then realization set in. I walked downstairs into the dungeon', where the other slaves were currently hanging in chains or locked in pillories. When I explained the situation, they were as shocked as I had been. We've since designed a contest, and the loser has to be the dominant for a month, because none of us wants to do it full time. Too much responsibility. Who would have figured she would do that? Just up and quit. Can she do that? Guess so. *End * Twisted "Baby, are you sure this is the place?" Eve squealed a bit too loudly, her voice both high-pitched and thick from the third Cosmopolitan. "This looks so, I don't know; fancy-shmancy for a full on mix-it-up ladyboy bar. I know, I know, this is South Beach and everything here is la-de-da, but still, I thought it'd be more of a dive." She leaned deep into the fold of Dallas' arm, her steps a little unsteady. "No. I'm sure this is it; Twisted. I remember the name because I figured that's how we'd have to be to ever get here," joked Dallas, his voice somewhat tight from anticipation and restrained desire. He and Eve were on another one of their wild adventures which always made him a little jumpy. He wouldn't trade these trips were her for anything though. They had fun together. Each journey was filled with discovery for him; he had no idea he had such a thirst for sexual exploration. Just being with her was the tonic which kept him hard for days and when they were apart, his mind was sated with erotic memories of their time together. Giggling, Eve stated, "Well OK then, Dallas; if you say so. I wonder what it's gonna be like in there." "Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. Just stay tucked in right here with me." With that, Dallas completely encircled Eve's shoulders with his arms and squeezed her close into him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. She smelled like "more", she tasted like "not enough" and she looked like "always". With her, he felt like all his missing parts had been found which, in turn, ignited his passion which was why he kept coming back time after time. Eve nestled into him as they made their way to the front door. "Welcome to Twisted," a gigantic black guy boomed out to them. "It's a hot night in there tonight! I hope you two are up for some fun!" As they strode by him, Dallas nodded and Eve blew him a kiss saying, "That's my middle name, handsome. Just how much? is the question. Think I can handle it?" Dallas looked down at Eve again and shook his head. "You're such a flirt! Don't mess that guy all up." "I'm just yanking his chain, baby. You know that. Just having some fun, that's all. Let's do this thing!" Again Dallas paused and looked at Eve. She was pretty wound up tonight and he had a slight doubt about whether or not this was such a good idea. "Eve, listen, are you OK? Are you sure you're into this tonight? We can hold off and go back to the hotel; just you and me. I'd be fine with that." Now it was Eve's turn to stop and look at Dallas. "Thanks," she murmured, "for always thinking about me, Dallas. I'm good though, really. Just a little nervous, so I'm overdoing to compensate. Give me a second to rein myself in, alright?" Eve took a few deep breaths and exhaled fully. She then took Dallas' face in her two hands and drew him to her lips. She kissed him slowly and softly until she felt calm and centered again. She slid her tongue from his mouth and stared into his eyes and nodded. Feeling good and right, they entered the club, their curiosity piqued and their desire stoked. The pulsing beat of the loud music engulfed them immediately. The air felt warm and wet, laden with the scent of sweat and sex, and the place was packed. There was a horseshoe shaped stage in the center of the room with continuous banquette seating around the outside of it. There were dozens of poles hanging from the ceiling over the stage which looked like large pieces of twisted licorice. As Dallas and Eve approached the center of the room they noticed hordes of scantily clad to buck naked Tgirls draped everywhere on the raised platform. Eve's attention was rapt instantly upon an exquisite creature who was totally nude and leaning up against a pole, her huge breasts adorned with nipple clamps. The chain which ran from clip to clip was long enough to hang to her crotch. Resting in the cradle of the looped chain was her very hard, very thick, very suckable, very real 8" cock. Eve watched her slowly stroke her dick, her lovely slender painted fingers gripping firm. She was teasing not only herself but every person in the room watching her. She was absolutely beautiful. With every outward pull, the chain tugged on her big tits making her face wince in pain. "She's extraordinary, isn't she?" a voice whispered into Eve's ear. Captivated, Eve just nodded her agreement and continued to stare at the display on stage. "She'd like the looks of you. You're a knock out." Eve slowly pulled her eyes from the erotic vision before her and turned to look at the person speaking to her. "Hi, I'm Monica. Your first time here?" "Yes," murmured Eve, completely smitten by the image before her. "Let me get you and that unbelievably hot guy you're with a drink and I'll fill you in on the scene here. What would you like, ahhh...?" "Eve." "Yes, Eve," whispered Monica, her voice low and raspy. "The first woman; aren't you the lucky girl?" Smiling, Eve reached out for Dallas next to her. "This is Dallas." "Well, hey there beautiful," Monica purred in a tone dripping with honeyed sweetness. "You look good enough to eat, you're so pretty. I'm here to welcome you to Twisted and get you any little thing your heart desires. What'll that be for you?" "Gin and Tonic. Preferably Bombay- regular, not Sapphire, please," Dallas stated, always crystal clear about his drink preference. "Well, OK then. Coming right up," giggled Monica, aware of her double pun and hoping Dallas and Eve had gotten it too. "And for you, Eve?" "Champagne, please," Eve mumbled somewhat distractedly as she once again was riveted on the show on stage. "Her name is Nina," Monica said in a hushed tone in Eve's ear. She then sashayed off to get their drinks. Eve stared at Nina whose rock hard cock was now being licked by another gorgeous shemale on her knees. As the girl started to swallow Nina's cock, the chain between the nipple clamps stretched tighter, pulling her nipples even farther out. They were red and swollen from the pressure, the tips slightly raw and shiny. Dallas watched Eve watching Nina and got hard instantly. He'd thought she would like this place; he was glad to see that she seemed enraptured and aroused. "Want to grab a seat closer?" he asked, sliding his hand underneath her elbow to guide her toward the stage. "Sure. Let's go over there," answered Eve, pointing to the open space available on the bench right in front of Nina and her playmate. "Looks like a good spot to me," chuckled Dallas, looking around him at the roomful of incredibly sexy Tgirls with huge tits and huge cocks; a roomful of what really was the best of all worlds. Tits, cock and ass pussy; what more could a guy or girl want? These ladyboys had it all and by the number of people packed into this place, Dallas was confident he wasn't the only one who felt this way. They made their way to the seats and slid in. The stage had more than a dozen dancers and performers traipsing about. One couple was taking turns sucking each other's enormous tits. Another pair looked like they were just getting ready to fuck; the one girl had the other one on her back, her stockinged legs up on her shoulders with her moist asshole spread wide for the hard-on that bobbed just outside her back door. Dallas moved his head quickly from scene to scene and also took in the crowd that watched the stage. The two guys seated to their left were blowing each other's cocks. Another couple, a man and a woman, were going at it too. The guy had the woman bent over, her elbows on the stage, while he fucked her ass from behind. As Dallas watched, he noticed one of the waitress's come up behind the man and start to rub her crotch up against the guy's bare ass. The waitress then lifted her mini skirt and dropped a wad of spit in her hand to lube her hard cock. The guy turned around just as she started to slowly slide her wet dick up his ass. "Holy shit!" moaned Dallas as he unzipped his pants, working quickly to pull out his aching cock. Eve heard his exclamation and looked in the direction of his gaze and gasped. "Oh my God, baby. Look at that. Ahhh, look how slick her cock is sliding in and out of his wet pussy." As Eve watched she too began to fondle herself; she couldn't help it. She pulled her beautiful, full breasts from the top of her bustier and pinched her nipples. The rings she's put in earlier cast a steely glint in the dimmed light that caught Nina's eye on stage. Eve was not aware of Nina's sudden interest in her as she continued to focus on the threesome fucking each other up against the platform. Dallas, whose eyes were roaming constantly, caught Nina's movement however. He glanced her way and saw that she had both hands on the head of the girl who was blowing her. Nina pulled her cock from her playmate's mouth and slowly glided across the stage toward Eve and him. Dallas, slightly nervous and very curious, stared at Nina as she approached. She was perfection personified. Her legs were long, very muscular and looked ravishing in the black lace stockings she wore. Her feet were shod with 4" stiletto heels that assured her stance at just under 6' tall. Her tits, though clearly store-bought, were magnificent. They hung low and swung as she walked, moving in almost slow motion. And her cock was first prize; long, hard and smooth and was rooted in a huge sack of balls that swung low too. Mentally Dallas gave her an 8.5, but wanted to see her pussy before casting his final score. Almost as if by magic, Nina stopped at the edge of the stage and crouched down in front of Eve who was still unaware of her presence. Nina spread her legs wide and pumped her cock as she leaned forward, her other hand outstretched on the floor in front of her. Eve, startled by the motion beside her, swung her head around and jerked back in surprise to see Nina's cock thrust before her at face level. Eve, licking her lips and never looking up, affixed her gaze upon the hard, glistening pole and watched, mesmerized. "Lift your balls and show me your cunt," Dallas said in an unusually hard and insistent voice. "Sure, handsome," Nina whispered. She lifted her slender hand from the floor and cradled her sack, lifting it upward. "Come look a little closer, baby," she murmured. Dallas scooted forward on the bench, his hard cock shining with pre-cum, and looked up between Nina's legs. There he saw her sweet, wet pussy, a rose in bloom with petal after petal open and exposed. It was absolutely beautiful and looked well used and wanting for more. Dallas groaned and smiled as he stared at her. "Why don't you two come up here and join me?" inquired Nina, her husky voice slightly louder than before. "What?" Dallas asked in disbelief. "That can't be allowed, can it?" "Anything goes here, beautiful," Monica chimed in, finally arriving with their drinks. "Sorry it took me so long; big, hot, horny crowd tonight! I had to give some guy a blow job just to get him off my back!" She giggled as she handed the drinks around, then smiled broadly at Nina as she handed her a snifter of Cognac. "Just for you, baby." Nina reached for the drink and wrapped her hand around Monica's wrist, pulling her toward the stage. Monica leaned in and opened her mouth to Nina's outstretched tongue which slid deep down her throat. Nina pleaded, in between plunges, "You come up here too, honey. I'm really hungry tonight." "Mmm," groaned Monica as she swallowed Nina's tongue. "Sure sweetheart, whatever you want. I thought you'd home in on these two; I saw them the minute they walked through the front door." Eve looked over at Dallas, an inquisitive look on her face. "What..." "Shhh," he said. "Don't think right now. Give Nina your champagne and I'll help you up." Eve did as she was told and found herself on the stage within seconds. She remained seated with her back to the crowd, facing the other performers then closed her eyes. Dallas was next to her in no time, helping Monica up too. Nina walked around the clustered group pulling on her nipple clamps and stroking her magnificent cock. The three newcomers stayed seated, heads uplifted, watching her strut her stuff for them. Dallas was enthralled, his amazement clearly visible on his face. Up close she was even more exquisite; he now gave her a 9.5, he thought, as he pulled on his cock matching her stroke for stroke. She smiled down at him, then rolled her wet, thick tongue around her full lips and nodded for him to stand. He glanced at Eve who blew him a kiss and motioned for him to rise. He got on his hands and knees, then knees only and was just about to stand when he was stopped short by Nina's fat cock swaying in front of his face. "How about a little taste?" Nina purred. "You're very pretty, you know that? I'd like to dress you up, and then fuck your asshole raw." Dallas was panting hard, listening to her words, watching her hard dick glisten under the stage lights. "Go ahead, beautiful. They're all watching." He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and waited. He pumped harder on his dick in anticipation of sucking her hardness. Instead of giving him what he so urgently wanted, she teased and tormented him, lightly brushing her swollen, warm head, slick with pre-cum, against his lips. With eyes still closed, Dallas began to slowly swing his head from side to side, snapping out, in an effort to grab hold of her cock. "Use your hand to take what you want," Nina commanded. Dallas' hand shot up instantly and encircled the stiff rod before him. He held it steady then wrapped his hot, wet mouth around it. He couldn't believe how warm her dick was against his tongue. He could feel how hard and taut the skin was and how intensely the blood pulsed through it. He gagged a little as he attempted to pull it down his throat, its length a challenge for him. Eve watched him, fascinated, then leaned in. "Share?" she whispered. Nodding, Dallas pulled back a bit, offering her some room on the 8" pole. Eve moaned as her tongue flicked feverishly around Nina's cock, her nipples rock hard from excitement as her spit slipped alongside Dallas'. Monica watched the pair blowing Nina then moved in to suck her big, beautiful tits. She hungrily latched on to a nipple and bit down, causing Nina to moan loudly; loud enough to be heard by a large group of people sitting next to the stage. "Oh man, look at them," some guy called out. "Watch that guy try to deep-throat her long, hot cock!" Lots of people were watching the performance now, and words of encouragement and excitement were audible. Eve and Dallas increased the tempo of their sucking, trading turns swallowing Nina's dick. She had a hand on each of their heads, ramming her full length down their open mouths. "Something tells me you two have done this before," she hissed as she pumped faster. Both Dallas and Eve flashed back to the night with Carlos in New Orleans. "You're good at it; very fucking good. So good, I could blow my load right now, deep down your throats and all over your faces. I'll hold off for a little while though because I want a taste of his ass pussy first." Dallas looked up at her then, an expression of near terror on his face. He was sure there was no way he was going to be able to take her 8" up his ass. Although, he had noticed, as long as she was, her cock was not too thick. He might be able to take it in, just not all the way. "You're wondering how you're going to get my meat up your cunt, aren't you?" Nina teased. "Lie down and I'll show you." With that she slowly pulled her cock from their mouths and started to stroke herself again. Monica released her grip on Nina's tits and backed up. "I'll bet you," Nina said to Eve, "look hot as shit with a strap-on. Monica, bring me my favorite and help her with it, won't you?" Monica scurried off, eager to do her bidding, while Dallas and Eve remained somewhat mesmerized by Nina's commanding presence. They were aware, yet only slightly so, of the crowd of people watching them. For some reason, Nina held their full and undivided attention. Eve quickly glanced down at Dallas' cock and saw that the head was slippery and drenched with pre-cum. "May I?" she asked Nina. "Please do," answered Nina. "I'd love to watch. Take your clothes off first though; everything, that is, except your bustier. I like seeing your beautiful breasts spilling out over the top of it like that." Eve stripped amidst the distant calls and cries of the crowd; she leaned down to suck Dallas' cock, her full ass and smooth wet pussy spread wide toward the audience. "Oh man! Break me off a piece of that!" a guy yelled as he approached the stage, unzipping his pants, frantically trying to free his hard cock. He was just about to hoist himself up when Nina held her hand in the air and shook her head vigorously. "Shit!" he bellowed loudly, defeated but pumping fast on his dick. Another woman bent over and spread her ass for him just as he started to spew his wad. Long, creamy ropes lassoed in the air above her white skin, searing it red hot upon landing. Voices moaned and groaned their approval as a few more guys had their pants down, hard cocks out and got in line. A small crowd gathered to watch the woman take the line of men up her ass; the sexual appetites were starting to run dangerously high. Eve continued to swallow Dallas' cock, the taste both familiar and delectable. She breathed hard as she took him completely down, Nina nodding her head with approval as she watched from above. "You're good at that too," she murmured. "I'll bet you'd be good at fucking my juicy cunt with the strap-on Monica has for you. Put it on; I want to see how sexy you look with it." Eve kissed the tip of Dallas' cock and lifted her head. Monica stood before her wielding a very big cock dangling from an extremely hot looking harness. "You won't be disappointed to see her in that," Dallas said with assurance. "She'll wear it well." Eve stood then and stepped into the harness Monica held open to her. She turned, facing the crowd, as Monica tightened the buckles. The harness was made of black lace and fitted her perfectly. The stainless ring in the leather triangle in the front held the huge cock and the lace stretched around her broad hips and across her ass. She turned full circle for all to see then smiled down at Dallas. "You look fuckin' hot, baby!" screamed a male voice from the audience. "Come on down here and let me drain that hose of yours." "She's mine," shouted Nina as she reached forward and placed her hand around the girth of Eve's new dick. "All mine." Looking at Eve she stated, "I don't think anyone has worn this quite as well as you, my dear. You're stunning; you really should have a real one of your own like mine, you look so good with one." Eve smiled, a bit embarrassed by the compliment and so much attention. She hoped she looked attractive to Nina though because she was extremely turned on by her. Her pussy was drenched, her clit stiff and her nipples ached. She began to stroke her cock as she stared at Dallas on the floor in front of Nina. "Monica, strip him for me," Nina ordered with just a slight hint of urgency to her voice. Again, Monica responded immediately, eager to please Nina. She straddled Dallas and pulled his shirt over his head. She groaned when she saw his lovely tits; the nipples were a dark brown shade, completely smooth and perfectly erect. Nina leaned in for a closer look when she heard Monica's reaction and smiled, knowingly. "They're always like that," murmured Eve. "Always hard and totally suckable." "Let me watch you suck them then, Monica," suggested Nina. Delighted, Monica bent down and ran her long, wet tongue over Dallas' left breast. Moaning, he arched his back, trying to lift his tits up closer to her mouth. "You're such a slut," chided Nina as she watched Dallas. "Squeeze them together for her so she can get both of them in her mouth at once." Twisted Dallas dropped his cock and grabbed his tits, pushing them close together for Monica's hungry mouth. She licked and lapped at his erect nipples, her breath hot and hard against his smooth skin. Monica pressed into him, her weight eventually forcing him backwards onto the stage floor. His hips thrust about as she mounted him and sucked his tits with fervor. Nina approached Dallas now that he was lying down. She bent forward and quickly ripped off his pants exposing his lovely thick cock, smooth sack of balls and muscular legs. "Spread your legs, beautiful, and show me your hot, juicy cunt." Dallas turned his head and rested his eyes upon Eve as, with his legs flat on the floor, he slowly opened his hard, muscled thighs. His cock stood tall like a lone pine amidst a smooth, pale landscape of flesh. His hands were pinned to his side by Monica's knees, her lips still sliding over his throbbing nipples. "Let me see all of him," Nina said to Monica who understood her desire and reluctantly peeled herself off of him. "I've got a surprise for you, sweetheart," she whispered into his ear as she climbed to his side and sat down. Nina now had her request fulfilled; the full pleasure of seeing him lying completely naked, legs spread wide before her. He, too, was exquisite. She yanked her cock with gusto and pulled harder on her nipple clamps. The tenor of the crowd was rising; they were ravenous for some action from the foursome on stage and the anticipation and foreplay was driving them wild with desire. And one of the main reasons Twisted stayed packed 7 nights a week was because the crowd usually got just what it was hungry for. Tonight would be no different. "Lift your knees and spread wider," Nina whispered as she moved closer in to him. In doing so, he exposed the whole of his tight brown bud to her. "Practically a virgin," she hissed as she stared at his pussy. "Get on your knees and moisten him up for me," Nina said to Eve. Like Monica, Eve was eager to please Nina and instantly dropped to her knees and crawled toward Dallas. His eyes followed her the entire way until finally her pretty face peered between his legs, a familiar and arousing sight. Eve licked her lips then flicked her tongue quickly in and out of her mouth to tease him. She flinched slightly as the sounds of the crowd's approval rose. "Part of me forgets they're here, you know," she whispered to Dallas. "Yet another part knows the intensity of this buzz I'm feeling is solely because they are watching." She smiled and then disappeared into the hot cavern between his open thighs. Dallas yelled out when her strong, hot tongue struck his hole. He closed his eyes as she pressed and circled it around and around the tight rim, her breath a warm, relaxing salve. Eve rested her hands on the backs of his thighs and gently pushed against them, raising his upturned ass even higher off the floor. As it rose, the entrance to his tunnel began to widen and her tongue seized the opportunity to slide right in. She loved to tongue-fuck his ass and by the sounds from the onlookers, her passion was evident. As his hole started to loosen, Eve lowered her hand down his thigh, eager to finger fuck his pussy. Nina watched closely, seemingly able to foresee Eve's next move. Just as Eve's fingers were about to enter, Nina stopped her, shaking her head. "No. I just wanted you to get him slick and relax him a bit. I want to be the first to go deep inside that virgin cunt." Eve nodded and pushed herself away from Dallas giving Nina full access to him. Nina stepped forward and placed her manicured hands on the warm skin where Eve's had just been. She slowly pushed against Dallas, turning his ass up even higher, his pussy just about at the height of her cock now. She leaned forward and slightly bent her knees and laid her hot rod on his wet, gapping cunt. Again, Dallas called out the moment he felt contact. Nina then looped her thumb through the chain of her clamps and gently pushed on the top of her dick. The swollen, throbbing head started to slowly slide inside. Eve, who was now standing behind Nina, approached her hard, muscular ass and placed her upon it. Nina immediately spread her lags apart wider and arched her back in lusty anticipation. Suddenly the stage lights dimmed except for a few spotlights which shone directly on the foursome. The calls from the crowd had subsided and were replaced by loud panting and moaning. The audience was so stimulated by the erotic display before them they were either masturbating while watching or fucking someone close by. Eve held Nina's hard cheeks and pushed the crown of her cock between them. She felt the tightness of Nina's ass pussy and leaned in to split it wide open, the weight of which drove Nina's cock deeper into Dallas' hot hole. Eve thrust once and broke through and buried inch after inch of her fat cock up Nina's ass. Dallas jerked his legs from Nina's grasp and wrapped them around her neck as she rode him. For all the worry, he seemed to have no problem taking the length of her inside him. He squeezed down hard on her long, stiff dick and bucked with pleasure. There was no space between the three of them as each fully swallowed the full measure of the cocks offered. Enraptured, Monica watched as she stripped her clothes off revealing a set of real DD tits, each nipple run through with a thick gold ring. As she stepped out of her mini skirt and stood over Dallas, the crowd and he was surprised to see a swollen, smooth, shaved, glistening cunt above him! She spread her thick lips apart and slowly lowered herself down over his face, hanging her juicy split pussy just out of tongue's reach. She sank two fingers inside and finger fucked her hole above him, her juices dripping onto his face. "God, give me some," he pleaded to her as she teased him. "Come for me, baby," she moaned. "I knew you wanted to see some real pussy meat tonight. This is yours. Shoot your load all over your face for me. Show me your hot load." Dallas opened his legs wider and let the full weight of Eve's pounding up Nina's ass reverberate through his as Nina's cock drove straight through him. Looking up, past his own dripping cock head, he could see Nina's clamped tits swinging above him, her beautiful face slick with sweat as she drove her rod straight down his shaft. "Oh fuck!" he screamed as his cock squirted hot shots of cream down onto his face. He reached above and behind him and sunk his hands into the wet, smooth folds of Monica's delicious pussy as he shot load after load into his own open mouth. Nina, watching from above, thrust one final, deep stroke and then held steady as she filled his ass with her hot, sticky wad. Eve ground her dick deep into Nina's still ass, the motion spinning her stiff clit into orgasmic oblivion. Monica leaned down and licked the puddles of come from Dallas' cheeks and lips. The crowd, groaning with pleasure, applauded as they watched the performance come to an end. Twisted "Fuck!" My right ankle twisted on the loose rock, shooting pain straight to my brain. I regained my balance and looked down in disgust; not 15 minutes into the hike and I manage to re-twist my already weak right ankle. There was nothing else to do but limp back to the car and drive home to spend the day icing with my leg up. So much for a day of solitude, scenery, and sun. To my surprise, Michelle's car was in front of our house, as well as a truck I didn't recognize. Janet had said she and Michelle were going to do a little shopping then work out at the club after they took Zach over to Jason's for the day. I thought I'd at least have the place to myself, but apparently not. After parking in the garage, I walked over to the truck to see if I recognized it. It obviously didn't belong to someone working on the house; there were no tools in the bed, and the paint job was in immaculate condition. Just then, a female voice squealed loudly in delight at something. It sounded like it came from our back yard. Titillated and curious, I quietly limped around the north side of the house to see what was going on. As I got closer, it became clear that I was listening to the sound of people fucking. A man's voice was making the most noise, repeatedly yelling this like "God, your pussy's so tight!" but there were women's voices as well, and I could clearly make out my wife's moaning. The other woman, who had to be Michelle, was being much more vocal, describing vividly how much she loved getting fucked while making all the sounds of a woman who meant what she said. I couldn't see anything through the fence, but the noise made it very clear what was going on; my wife and her friend were fucking the shit out of a couple of guys! I'd been trying to get Janet to screw guys in front of me for some time now, and not only was she doing it behind my back instead, but she had also involved Michelle, a very attractive co-worker at our school who most of the men had a hard-on for! How come I was only getting to listen, damn it? And I didn't even get to listen for very long. One of the guys grunted that he was going to cum, and Michelle urged him to 'shot that cum in me, you bastard!" Shortly after he did, I could make out Janet encouraging her lover to do the same thing, which he did with a groan and a "oh, shit". Disappointedly, I heard the guys bounce quickly up from the ladies and jump in the pool, in a hurry for some reason to rinse off, I guess. No cuddling for these guys. In some ways, the conversation the women had while the guys were goofing in the pool was even more interesting then what I had just heard. My wife was saying how much I would have enjoyed seeing them all make love, and that she knew I would have been beating off while I watched. (That was certainly true.) Michelle replied she would love to watch me jerk off, but she didn't want me to know she was making love to other guys so quickly after her break-up with Keith, her long-time fiancée. "He'll tell David and other guys at school what a slut I am, and I'll never get in peace at all. I know how guys are, Janet." "I've been telling you that Thomas can keep a secret. He won't tell anyone. And he won't try to get you to have sex with him; he'd be happy just watching, believe me!" "Wow, that somehow seems even weirder; he'd rather watch than actually do it? Doesn't sound like a typical guy at all, that's for sure. But like I said, Janet, until we find a way to make sure he won't tell anyone, I'm holding you to your promise that you won't tell anyone." Michelle giggled before continuing. "I thought you said you were the one who couldn't keep secrets. You must be doing something right. Thomas still doesn't know you've been screwing around behind his back these last few months, does he?" (Last few months? Was she kidding?) "No, he has no idea. Not that we make love very often, but the few times that we have he hasn't noticed any difference. You know, that one time we actually had sex just a few hours after I had made love to Randy? I thought for sure he'd be suspicious. He actually said I tasted great!" Both of the women laughed. "Maybe it was Randy that tasted great! Come on, admit it, Janet. It excites you to be cheating on him, doesn't it! Makes the sex even dirtier and hotter, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does, I guess. I love sex with all of the guys we've been with (all of them? How many are they talking about?) and that isn't usual for me. Ryan and Zack have both made me cum just from fucking, and I've never been able to do that before." Michelle remarked how happy she was for my wife, and I guess I was as well. "Still, I'd love to get Thomas involved. I know he'll love some of the photos and videos we've taken at your place, but he'd do anything to watch us live." Janet laughed before adding, "And you have a couple of good ideas to keep him from talking, Michelle; I think they might even be fun to do!" (Keep me from talking? What could that mean?) "Fun for us at least! Hey, if he's willing to do anything, he should at . . ." "Ready for more, you sweet things?" a male voice interrupted. The women stopped their conversation and responded with a "Hell yes!" Michelle teased, "It looks like there's been some shrinkage, though. You guys need some help with that?" The guys chanted back, "Hell yes!" and soon the sound of simultaneous blow-jobs came over the fence. This time, though, I planned on doing more then just listening in. The ankle had stiffened up tremendously but I tried to ignore it as I slipped away around to the front of the house. Entering quietly from the side door, I made my way cautiously to our bedroom, which looked directly out to the pool. Turning the rod for the vertical blinds slowly and deliberately, I created just enough of a crack for me to look out onto the four people making love. The glass door was closed, but still some sound was coming through. Looking out, I got my first look at the two guys, neither of whom I knew. I also got my first look at Michelle naked as she was intertwined in a 69 position with her lover. As she was on top, I was able to get a great look at her ass. Pulling my camera from my backpack, and being careful to turn off the flash, I snapped a couple of photos of her riding the guy's face while knobbing him enthusiastically. He definitely was no longer struggling with 'shrinkage'. Janet's man was already hard and in the process of fucking her slowly missionary-style. I could hardly see her laying under him from where I was, but the noise she was making made it clear it was her. The guy was giving her a slow, rhythmic screwing, circling his hips while moving in and out of her with measured strokes. I turned my attention back to Michelle, who I could see much better. She was in the process of mounting her lover's dick, and giving me a full view of her large, natural breasts. Very nice; I'd been fantasizing about what they looked like naked for months! She teased her partner, putting just the tip of his cock in her before pulling it out again. She repeated the maneuver several times before finally sliding erotically all the way down on it with what seemed to be a very contented sigh. As Michelle rode the guy cowgirl style, I could hear her say something to the dude balling my wife. He laughed, and actually stopped fucking, pulling his cock all the way out of Janet. Janet was saying something, but I couldn't make it out. Then I heard Michelle saying "Make her say it! Make her beg for it!" Now the man on top of my wife loudly declared, "If you want me to keep fucking you, you have to beg me for it, Janet. You've got to tell everyone who you want to fuck you!" "Come on, Ryan! You know I love it when you fuck me; don't stop," my wife whined. So this was one of the men who had made her cum. "Convince me, baby! Make me believe it!" "I love your cock, Ryan! I want you to fuck me," she continued loudly. "No one fucks me the way you do!" "I don't know. I think you should scream for it, don't you think so Michelle? Or maybe I should just make her wait until her husband gets home to take care of her!" Michelle laughed even as she was sliding up and down on the guy's hard pole. "Better convince him, Janet, or you'll have to try and get Thomas hard enough to fuck you when he gets back!" "Goddamnit," Janet fairly screamed. "I don't want Thomas's cock, I need yours, Ryan. He doesn't make me cum like you do. You're the best lover I've ever had." Her voice rose even higher. We don't have many close neighbors, but she was loud enough that even people down at the church could hear her. My wife obviously didn't care who heard her as she begged, "Please put your dick back in me! Please! I've got to have more of your big, hard, sweet cock! COME ON! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" "I think she means it, Ryan", Michelle remarked; the guy below her grunted in agreement. Ryan snorted in triumph, and pushed his dick all the way back into her. My wife's scream must have been heard down at the 7-11! I snapped some more pictures of the four of them as they all fucked away. Twice I heard Michelle call out she was coming, and even more impressively I heard my wife screeching out that she was also climaxing. Amazing! Most of the shots focused on Michelle as she was between my wife and I. Her tits looked fantastic bouncing up and down as she rode her lover hard, and I couldn't help wishing I was carrying a video camera. Only when they all changed position was I able to get some good photos of my wife. Ryan turned her around, facing her head more toward me, so he could stand straddling the chaise lounge while fucking her from behind. Now I got a great view of my wife grunting lustily as a young man screwed her energetically doggy-style. Janet's boobs were swaying seductively with each stroke, and I couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to be feeding my cock into her moaning mouth as she was drilled from behind. (That was when I realized I had decided to let my wife keep her secret . . . for now, at least.) Michelle and her guy had switched to missionary, the man pounding away at her like a jackhammer as she passionately urged him on with both words and repeated spanks to his ass. It must have been a good half-hour fuck session before the two guys came. After a brief respite, all four took a dip in the pool to refresh themselves. I realized that if I wasn't planning on confronting the situation, I had better move my car. Gathering up my gear, I made my way out of the house and back to the garage. I drove to the other side of our association, parked the car, and limped through the common area. Sneaking over the low chain link fence, I tried to see if they were still in the backyard, but there was no longer any sounds issuing forth. Just as I was contemplating finding a way to look inside the house without getting caught, I heard the screen door open. Quickly hiding behind a pepper tree, I looked through the branches to see the two guys walking toward their truck, escorted by the ladies. They all exchanged kisses right out in the open. As Ryan was kissing my wife goodbye, he worked his hands over her robe, opened it up completely, and proceeded to grip her ass, pulling her naked breasts tighter to him. After she broke the clinch, Janet slapped him playfully, but she wasn't disturbed enough to close up her robe immediately. She left her robe completely open until both guys were in the truck; only when the other guy started the engine to drive off did she tie the front together. Heading back to the car, I knew I should wait longer before returning home, but my ankle was killing me. Besides, I was curious to see how my wife and Michelle would react if I 'just missed' catching them with their young studs. So, not ten minutes after the departure of their lovers, I came home to find them sitting casually in the front room. They were definitely surprised to see me so soon, but very concerned when I showed them my ankle. Janet helpfully got some ice for me, and as she did I commented that I was surprised to see them sitting only in robes. They 'confessed' that they had been 'skinny-dipping' just before I arrived, and if I had gotten home 'just a few minutes earlier, you would have caught us being bad." (Yeah, really bad!) I pouted that it wasn't fair that I had missed such a beautiful sight, but Michelle retorted that I hadn't missed much. I quite sincerely replied, "I bet I missed a whole lot!" Both the women thanked me for the 'compliment'. Michelle stayed for over half an hour as I iced. Overall we just made small talk, but there were a few teasing comments made. Once Michelle checked on how swollen my ankle was getting, then turned to Janet, saying "Maybe you'll be lucky and there will be swelling somewhere else as well." And as she was leaving, she thanked me for allowing Janet to spend so much time with her. "I think it's great that you're able to let her have her own friends and time on her own like this. Most guys would feel insecure about not being able to fill all her needs, but not you." She hit the word fill hard, smiling at Janet as she said it, but Janet was able to keep a straight face, surprisingly. She muttered something like "watch it" as they were kissing goodbye however. After Michelle left, I hobbled back to bed to keep my ankle elevated. Janet accompanied me, teasing me about how turned on I seemed by the idea of catching the two of them naked in the pool. When I lay down on the bed, she sat down next to me, let her robe fall open, and grabbed at my crotch. "Mmmm, I think there is some swelling here as well." Smiling, she pulled my hiking shorts off, pulled at my pud a few times, then started going down on me. The vision that I still had in my mind of her and Michelle getting fucked not even an hour ago made me get hard in no time, which surprised my wife. "Man, you must really want to screw Michelle, Thomas! Look at how hard you're getting!" Without another word, she swung her hips around and planted her pussy in my face. I was amazed she was letting me eat her so soon after fucking other men; wasn't she afraid of getting caught? I mean, she had been in the pool, but still! "Better get me good and wet, Thomas, if you want to put that big cock in me!" my wife ordered. I did as I was told, and found her pussy still very wet, and not surprisingly, more salty than normal. I didn't say a word about it—in my position, it would have been difficult to—as I lapped away at her swollen lips and clit. She moaned how good it felt, but she certainly wasn't sounding nearly as excited as she was with the other guys. Sometimes she would comment how I probably wished I was going down on Michelle instead of her, but actually I was quite content where I was. Janet decided it was time for a good fucking, so she climbed on top of me, being careful not to bang up against my right leg and ankle. As she hovered above my cock, she queried, "Were you fantasizing about Michelle and I while you were hiking, Thomas?" When I confessed that I had been, she said I probably wished the two of them had been 'fucking two young studs' while I was gone instead of 'just sitting around the pool after shopping'. I agreed those were the type of thoughts I usually had, to which Janet responded "Well, why don't you pretend I've been fucked by a couple of young well-hung guys while you were out tripping over rocks? Would that turn you on?" I couldn't fucking believe it! Janet was actually going to pretend her infidelity was just a made up story! What a slut! As my wife slowly rode me, she asked me if her cunt felt different at all. "Does it feel stretched out, Thomas. God, both guys had such big dicks, I'm surprised you can feel anything! You are inside me, aren't you?" She made a show of reaching down between her legs, then looking to check. "I guess so, I just can't believe you're all the way in" she exclaimed as she ground her crotch into mine. "I can barely feel anything." She smiled as she watched my wife; she knew my taunts were driving me nuts. Then she added more fuel. "It's probably a good thing you just fantasize about Michelle, Thomas. I doubt you'd be able to satisfy her. It wasn't just these two guys either; Keith had a very large cock as well, which probably spoiled her for guys like you." Now she was bringing other women into the scene to tease me. "What makes you think Keith had a big dick?" Janet smiled as she squeezed me with her thighs. "Well, of course she told me, silly." She paused for effect. "Plus, in order to try to keep the relationship working, Michelle tried to spice up their sex life. So I screwed Keith a few times before the breakup, and trust me, Thomas, his cock is much bigger than yours." I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but my cock sure did. I started shooting off into her pussy just as she was bragging about fucking her friends' ex-fiancée. Before I would have been sure it was just a story, but after what I had seen this afternoon, I couldn't be sure anymore. I lay there limp as a rag doll as my wife continued to grind herself against my wilting cock. She seemed to want even more loving, despite all the attention she had received that day. "You didn't really screw Keith, did you?" Janet smiled mysteriously. "If I say no, then I can't use him in stories anymore. You don't want that, do you Thomas? You obviously got off on the idea I had been screwing him without you knowing. Just like you liked the idea of Michelle and I fucking young men while you were gone. It's better to keep you guessing, I think, Thomas. That way maybe I can get a few more useable hard-ons out of you." She gave me a tweak on the tip of my dick. "Oh, look at the time! I've got to pick up Zach. You'd better rest up, sweetie." With that she threw on some clothes and went out to her car. Just out of curiosity, I went out to the front room to watch as she drove away. Sure enough, my wife was talking on the phone as she backed into our driveway. I could see her laughing as she talked animatedly to whoever was on the other end. Making my way back to bed, I knew for sure she wasn't talking to our son.