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Are You In?

By: that hockeychick



This story takes place in Joshua Tree National Park, and later, the city of Palm Springs. For those of you who aren't die-hard rock climbers (die-hards say the name of this park with reverence) JTNP is a half-hour northeast of Palm Springs. It is a beautiful park, with lots of hiking trails, and many places to rock climb. It is also part of the Mojave Desert, so if anyone decides to visit, wear a shirt, hat, and sun screen, and bring plenty of water. People have died of heatstroke, and I don't want you to be next!

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Leslie was panting for breath. She was wedged between two rocks, and couldn't move. One of her arms was pinned close to her side, and the other was stretched in front of her at an angle where she could get not purchase on the pimpled surface of the granite boulder. It was starting to hurt badly, and she couldn't breathe very easily. Stupid, she thought, I never should have tried to climb up here. 

She was very likely going to be stuck up here until a park ranger came along and pulled her down. After he stopped laughing, of course. The way she had fallen into the crack, her butt was sticking up high in the air, the rip in the seat of her jeans showing off the cotton panties she was wearing. It wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't covered with smiling daisies. Of course, if she couldn't get a deep breath soon, she might not be conscious when she was found. Or alive.

Leslie jerked out of her reverie when she heard shuffling noises from the hiking trail that was, sadly, a few feet below her very own toes, along with her knapsack. Being short sucked sometimes. She listened carefully, hoping it was a person, and not another curious squirrel. The noises settled into a set rhythm, the rhythm of human footsteps. Leslie wanted to cry. She was going to get help! Then, she remembered the branch the trail took about five feet before this spot, where it curved around another outcropping of rocks, blocking her from view. God, she couldn't let this chance pass!

"Hello! If someone is there, please, HELP ME!" Her voice was hoarse, and not very loud, since she couldn't breathe. Leslie finally gave in and started crying, scared that she was going to stay stuck in the crack, and die. "PLEASE, HELP ME!"

The footsteps stopped for a second, then they picked up, like the person was jogging, or running slowly. When they slowed, and finally stopped right behind her, Leslie felt like she was going to die from relief. Then, a man's voice, "How on earth did you get stuck like that?"

"Please, just get me out and I'll tell you. Just get me out. . . . " An arm wrapped around her knees, and one on her shins, and she felt him start to pull back on her. Leslie winced as the granite grated on her pinned arm, and tried to push herself upwards on her free arm, hoping to ease it somewhat. She slid backwards a little, and the arm around her shins wrapped around her upper thighs, and then another pull. More grating on her arm, and Leslie cringed when she saw small streaks of blood on the rock. Her arm was going to have killer scabs, and be pretty much useless for a few days, most likely.

After a few more pulls, Leslie slid out of the crack, and her feet made solid contact with the hard packed dirt of the trail. She jerked herself upright, then instantly regretted it. The rock surface before her swam, the blood drained from her head, and, for the first time in tough-girl Leslie's life, she passed out. 

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Slowly, Leslie opened her eyes. She was leaning back against one of the boulders that had trapped her, and she was looking up into the face of the man who had saved her. Oh, Lordy, what a face. Total hottie! Looks kinda familiar. He had a curly mop of brown hair, and dark eyes. He also had no shirt on. Leslie blurted, "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's dangerous to hike out here without a shirt on in June?"

He looked surprised, then laughed, "No, no one told me that, but considering the situation you were just in, I don't think you're the best person to hand out safety tips."

"I'll have you know," Leslie sniffed, "That's the first time I haven't been able to get myself out of a scrape since I started hiking here."

"So, that's the first time you haven't been able to get out from between a rock and a hard place?" The half naked babe before her grinned, sending electricity sizzling through her. Leslie began to giggle. Then, started laughing so hard tears rolled down her face, and her already bruised ribs began to ache. 

Her "hero" was watching her with a bemused expression on his face. She became aware of how good he smelled. Sweat, sharp and clean, mixed with the smell of good incense, and some sort of woody fragrance. He also had a really well defined set of abs and a lanky frame. His right arm, which was across his knees, had really interesting looking tatoos on it. She turned her face away and blushed.

"I'm sorry."

"What? Why?"

"Well, I'm staring, and I'm laughing like a hyena. I didn't even ask you your name."

"My name's Brandon. Don't worry about staring. I get it all the time. What's your name?" 

"I'm Leslie."

"Well, Leslie," Brandon held her injured arm out to inspect it, "I think we should get you cleaned up. Your arm's stopped bleeding, but you have blood on your clothes, and you must feel shitty after being stuck up there."

Leslie followed Brandon back down the trail toward the small parking area at the trail head. She was very aware of his fragrance drifting back to her, making her feel warm, and sending a rush of heat and moisture to her pussy. She imagined caressing that chest, and following the dark trail of hair on his belly down into his boxers. Stripping them away, and finding out what that butt looked like naked. Maybe spending a couple hours in bed, seeing what kind of face he made when he came. She could almost taste the salt sweat from his skin, smell the sex rising from the sheets, feel the hair on his legs scraping the insides of her thighs as he pounded into her. Leslie was catapulted back into reality as she slammed into his chest.

"S-sorry, I was thinking about . . . something." Leslie felt the flush of arousal in her cheeks, and her nipples were straining against her sports-bra and shirt. "What did you say?"

"I said, did you want a ride back to Palm Springs? My Jeep is the only car here, so you had to have taken a bus, or something." Brandon's hands were on her shoulders, and he had a concerned look on his face

"Yes, I took a bus. I don't have a place to stay, though. I was planning on taking care of that after my hike." 

"I'll let you stay with me, then. My room has plenty of space. Besides, I might get lonely if you don't." A hand slid into Leslie's long, black hair. Brandon's lips were millimeters away from hers, and his breath whispered over them. "Want to stay with me?"

"Yes." Brandon's tongue slid into her mouth, and she clung to his shoulders. He tasted sort of spicy, and Leslie felt her legs shiver as more of her juices soaked into her already damp panties. Brandon backed her towards the Jeep, keeping his tongue in her mouth. He fumbled the keys into the door, then popped it open. He gently separated his lips from hers.

Leslie blinked her eyes back into focus, then silently climbed into the passenger seat. Brandon got in, an pealed out of the lot onto the paved road that led out of the Park. Leslie fell asleep, leaning against the window, the sun warm on her face, and her pussy warm with expectation.

Are You In? Ch. 02



Leslie lifted her head groggily, blinking against the bright light in her eyes. She heard a man’s voice asking for help getting her out of the car, and into his hotel room. The door she had been leaning against opened, and two pairs of hands lifted her into a wheelchair. Clenching her eyes closed, Leslie held her head as she was pushed into an elevator and then, when it stopped, down a hallway to a room. Arms, gentle yet strong, lifted her onto the bed.

“Finish your nap. I’ll be here if you need anything.” The smell of incense and wood filled Leslie’s lungs as she took an exhausted breath, sinking back into sleep. 

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Leslie woke up in the hotel room. She felt disoriented for a second, wondered where she was. The memories hit her with a rush, being stuck in a crack in the rocks in Joshua Tree National Park, her ‘hero’, Brandon, who had helped her get out of the crack, and how attracted she was to him. And the kiss. It had set her burning from head to toe. Her panties were still damp from the effects of that kiss. 

She heard the shower running, and Leslie knew what she wanted. Brandon was obviously attracted to her, and she wanted to have sex with him so bad it hurt. She hopped off the queen- sized hotel bed, and started stripping. Her thrashed Birkenstocks had been removed while she was asleep, so she only had the basics to worry about. Leslie tossed her panties and jeans aside, then stripped both shirt and bra over her head. Naked, she headed for the bathroom.

He’d probably freak, she thought with a grin. But not because she wasn’t attractive. She had curves that would have made Marilyn Monroe have a shit fit. Add to that her almond-shaped blue eyes, black hair, and caramel skin, and any man would probably drop at her feet. Leslie paused at the mirror next to the bathroom door. She had bad scrapes on one arm from being pulled out of that damned crack, and her ribs had purple-black bruises from the fall in. Not exactly seductive, but it would call up the male protective instinct.

Steam whooshed out of the bathroom when she opened the door, and Leslie heard Brandon humming in the shower. The steam curled around her, filling her lungs with the smell of shampoo and man. She crept closer to the curtain, and hopped in front of him, into the rush of hot water. Leslie almost forgot completely about Brandon as it rushed over her, rinsing away dirt and sweat, heating and soothing battered muscles. Putting her back into the stream, letting it rush over her hair and down her buttocks, she smiled at a stunned Brandon.

He was even better looking naked. The slim but defined torso that had made her insides melt was attached to a well-muscled set of legs, and the hair that bisected his abs led to a cock whose only description could be delectable. Even un-aroused, it was thick, and about eight inches long. Leslie wished he would turn around so she could see was his ass looked like.

“Sorry about barging in like this, but it sounded like you were going to hog all the hot water.” She raised her arms to push her hair back, causing her perky C-cup breasts to thrust forward at him. “ You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, uh, not at all. Looks like you deserve a hot shower.” Recovering a little, Brandon ran his hands over the bruises on her ribs. Leslie gasped, flinching at the touch of his hands on the swollen flesh. He withdrew his hands, and turned to grab the shampoo bottle. “Here, your turn to shower. I’m finished. Take your time.”

Brandon nearly fell in his rush to get out of the shower. Leslie huffed in frustration. Why was it men could never handle a sexually aggressive woman? She got down to business washing her hair and body, clenching her teeth as the soap stung the scrapes on her arm, and the abraded flesh on her ribs. When the washcloth slid between her legs, Leslie bit her lip to stifle the groan. She ran the rough fabric against her clitoris, feeling it swell, the stabs of pleasure it sent through her. Her orgasm came quickly, making her legs go weak, and she slid down into the bowl of the tub. The still pounding water rinsed the juices from her legs. 

Hanging onto the side of the tub, Leslie dragged herself up. Her legs were still rubbery, but she managed to get out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel. She reached into the shower and twisted the knobs to shut off the flow of water. Quietly she went into the main room, and stopped dead in her tracks.

Brandon was lying on the bed, oblivious to everything else as he stroked his cock. Leslie felt her pussy explode in a rush of juices, some starting to trickle down her legs, looking at that cock aroused. It had to be at least two inches thick, and ten long! The towel dropped to the floor, forgotten. He still hadn’t noticed her, and let out a groan, “Leslie....”

That did it. Leslie wanted him, he wanted her, no way was she letting that man, or cock, get away. She slithered her way up the bed, and brushed Brandon’s hands from his pulsing shaft. When his eyes popped open, she smiled, and purred at him, “Allow me.”

Brandon dropped his head back, a rough growl coming from his throat, his hips jerking his cock in her hands. Leslie knelt between his legs, and bent forward to take the large, purple-pink head into her mouth. She sucked on the tip as her tongue slid down the underside, her hands simultaneously stroked the shaft. She licked droplets of white precum from the slit on top, tasting the salty stickiness of it. 

Brandon pulled her up from his cock. It popped out, shiny with saliva and precum. He pulled Leslie up, face to face, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She started humping her pussy against his leg, wanting to cum so bad, smearing his thigh and hers with her juices. They half-rolled, Leslie on her back, with Brandon partly on top of her. His hand slid between her legs, one finger pushed up into her pussy, and his thumb settled on her clitoris. Leslie let out a muffled squeal, feeling the rough skin of finger and thumb scrape her zinging nerve endings.

“Brandon, don’t stop,” she choked, tearing his mouth from hers.

  * * * * *

Should I stop?



Are You In? Ch. 03



"Brandon, don't stop!" she choked, tearing his mouth from hers.

Brandon's breath steamed against the skin of Leslie's neck as he ran his tongue towards her collarbone. The finger still buried in her pussy hooked, and hit Leslie in a spot she'd never felt before. She screamed, feeling juices gush between her legs, and her hips jerked up hard against those skillful fingers. Brandon lifted himself on one arm to look down at her with a mischievous grin, "You like that, huh?"

“No shit, Sherlock,” Leslie whimpered in response, grinding her hips against his hand and raking her nails down his back. Brandon pulled his hand from her pussy, and before Leslie could make a noise in protest, he moved between her legs. His tongue rasped over her clit, the dipped delicately to taste the juice still trickling out of the swollen red lips. Leslie flung her head back, tossing her sweaty black hair across the pillows piled at the head of the bed. Her legs were beginning to tremble from the pleasure of Brandon’s mouth. One more scrape of his tongue over her clit, and Leslie exploded.

“Oh, GOOOOOOOD!” Leslie hurt from the intensity of her orgasm. She rolled away from Brandon, breathing hard and clutching her stomach. Brandon scooted over and started massaging her flat belly gently, easing the tension in muscles that had not had a sexual workout in a long time. He propped himself up on one elbow, curious, and began to trace the pattern on Leslie’s stomach. “What is this?”

“What is what?” Leslie looked at her stomach, “Oh, that’s my henna tattoo. I’m too scared of needles to get a real tattoo, so I use henna instead. I was bored the other day, so I doodled that. Cool, huh?” The pattern looked like a flower whose center was her bellybutton. Brandon, who had not received more than a little oral action, grinned wolfishly, and moved to trace the pattern with his tongue. Leslie gasped, the he positioned himself between her legs.

He moved the head of his cock against her clit, causing her thighs to tremble and jerk with the sensation. Sliding his head down from her neck, Brandon took one dusky brown nipple into his mouth, and scraped it with his teeth. Panting loudly, Leslie climaxed again.

The head of Brandon’s cock slid into the opening of Leslie’s pussy, and she moaned. Then, for no apparent reason, Brandon stopped. Leslie opened her eyes, glaring, and hissed, “If you don’t get moving in two seconds, Lorena Bobbit’s gonna look tame compared to me.”

Brandon laughed, and rocked his hips back and forth, making him penetrate Leslie even more. His arms slid under her lower back, and without warning, he pulled himself into a kneeling position, and dragged Leslie up into his lap, forcing his cock all the way into her. Gasping, Leslie wrapped her arms around Brandon’s neck, lowered her mouth to it, and sucked on the skin. The juices leaking from her stretched-tight pussy lubricated Brandon even more, and he started grinding his cock into Leslie. Brandon’s cock felt huge as it pistoned in and out of Leslie. She swore she could actually feel the ridge of the head of it rasping against the walls of her pussy. 

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come again!” Leslie shrieked. Her inner muscles clamped down on Brandon’s cock, and she started grinding her clitoris against the hair surrounding it. She flung her head back with a moan, and raked her nails down his back again. Leslie’s whole body started shaking as her pussy exploded with ecstacy.

Brandon groaned, and Leslie felt his cock throb and spurt a huge load of hot, sticky cum into her belly. He slowly collapsed backwards, pulling Leslie on top of him. Legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, Leslie shivered. The air-conditioning was going hard, and the room felt chilly against her sweaty skin.  Lifting her head, she smiled at Brandon, who was breathing hard still. “I guess the shower was wasted, hmm? Here we are, all sweaty again.”

“Yeah, but this time we’re sweaty for a good reason,” he laughed, “although I think a hike is still a good reason to be sweaty.” Brandon gently moved Leslie off of him, sliding out of her. She rolled onto her back, and stretched, arching herself up. Her foot kicked something off the end of the bed. When it hit the floor, it started playing music. Brandon quickly rolled off the bed and scooped up the tiny tape player.

“What song is that?” Leslie asked, moving to the foot of the bed, “I really like it.”

“It’s a song me and my buddies are working on,” he said, an uncomfortable look crossing his face, “I’m in a band. I just haven’t thought of any lyrics yet.”

“It reminds me of the weekend I spent at the beach with a bunch of my girlfriends. One of them, poor girl, needed time to get away because she’d just slept with her boyfriend for the first time, and she slipped and asked him if he was in yet. She was so embarrassed.” Leslie shook her head, smiling.

“Really? I feel sorry for the guy. There’s no question more embarrassing than ‘Are you in?’” Brandon, more relaxed now, flopped down next to Leslie.

“Yeah. We teased her all weekend. We came up with this phrase we said she could use next time. It went ‘It’s so much better when everyone is in. Are you in?’” Leslie jumped back as Brandon sat bolt upright, “That’s it! Perfect!”

He scooped up his boxers and slid them on, them picked up a pencil and notebook that had also fallen off the bed while they were going at it. He started scribbling on it, and Leslie, sensing that he would be completely absorbed in that for a long time, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself, put on the clean clothing she had in her backpack, and put on her Birks. Finding one of the little notepads that hotels always left in the rooms, and a pen, she wrote down her cell number.

She sat on the bed in front of Brandon, and put her hand on his to still his pencil. When he looked up, Leslie felt her heart start pounding again, just looking into his eyes. She wrapped his free hand around the paper, and said, “I’ve got to get going. My dad lives a few blocks away from here, and I promised I would come and visit him while I was out here. Give me a call. Please.”

“You can bet on it.” Brandon dropped the pencil and slid his hand into Leslie’s hair. He leaned forward and kissed her, sliding his tongue over her lower lip. Leslie wanted to stay longer, kiss him even more, heck, neck with him for a couple of hours, and they’d just had sex not even five minutes ago. She pulled back, and squeaked, “I really do have to go.”

She bolted out the door, leaving Brandon alone on the bed, holding the paper she had given him.

*   *   *   *   *

Leslie pulled her car into a space at her doctor’s office, and rolled down the window to let the breeze blowing outside circulate some air. She turned the engine off, but left the radio on. She had at least five minutes before she had to go in, and Leslie just felt like listening to the radio. The station she was on was playing a really annoying commercial for a car dealer, so she flipped it to another station.

“Hey there, Incubus fans! Premiering right now, on KDUM, 107.2 is Brandon and company’s latest single off their smash album, Morning View. Let’s hear it for Are You In?” Leslie jerked forward, and stared at her radio as it played the intro to the song. The last time she’d heard that music was about four months ago. 

Brandon had called her to say he was in town, and he’d played her the song he’d written the day they’d met. He’d spent the night with her, and the sex had been better than she remembered. When he’d left the next morning, he gave her his cell number, and told her to call if she needed anything. Leslie had left a couple messages on his cell phone in the past two weeks, asking him to call her back. Her attention turned back to the radio, and the song that had been sung to her.

“It’s so much better when everyone is in. Are you in? It’s so much better when everyone is in. Are you in? Ah-oo-hoo, ah-oo-hooooo. Are you in?”

Leslie turned off the radio, sweating. She put her hand over the slight bulge in her stomach, the only visible sign that she was four months pregnant. “Oh, my God. I slept with...OH MY GOD!!!!” 



Are You Lonely?



She was just another Chinese student, in another classroom, the same as any other girl I had seen over the last 3 years of teaching English in China, but there was something about her. I could not tell at that time just what it was that drew me towards her. Her name was Viki; she was around 21, the same as most of the others in her class. She was nothing different from any of the other 300 students that I had in my various classes (well, apart from the boys), after all, she was Chinese, and she had black hair, the typical "Asian" features. 

Once you have spent a number of years in Asian countries like I have, you don't look at people and see "White, Black, European," etc., you see people. Yes, you take notice of every little detail of them. You have to, it is the only way you can try and remember their names. You look at them and try and remember the slight differences.

She has big eyes; he has a funny nose; she has bad acne; he is fat, or tall, or short, she has a hot arse, hmmm, her tits are nice when she bends over like that, etc., etc., it is the only way I had to recognize the different students, to tell one from another and thus make them feel that I knew them and did in fact like them.

I had been at my latest teaching position for almost 6 months and nothing much out of the ordinary had happened. I would get up in the mornings, have a coffee and check my e-mails, then go off to my classes. I only had 16 classes a week, and this meant I did not have a great big workload, but I also had extra classes in 2 kindergartens, as well as a few private lessons for young kids from some wealthier families. So basically I was kept busy. On top of this, I also was married to a very young and attractive Chinese girl who always seemed very interested in sex more than once in a while. My daily life with my wife and all the teaching kept my mind pretty well occupied.

For the first semester at this College I was busy and did not even have the remotest of thoughts about doing anything with any of my students; I was too busy trying to do my job and get them to speak their "second" language that they had been learning for so many years. But by the end of the first semester and all the hours I was doing, as well as the extra 9 hours a week of traveling to all the different places to do the lessons, I had had enough. I decided to cut back on the extra lessons for the second semester. And this is where my story begins.

The first week back at classes I found that I had a few of the same classes and was not happy. The reason for this was that most of them had never really been interested in English. As English is a "forced" subject, many were made to come to class by their families, but it was obvious they were not interested, or were scared. Viki appeared to be no different from the rest. At the end of the first semester I had written the following about her achievements. "Very quiet and never seems to speak, needs more encouragement and confidence to be a better speaker."

Right from the start of second semester she began talking to me a lot, so much so that I did not realize that it was she. She seemed to be interested in speaking with me and we had a lot of informal chats in the classroom. My wife was going away for a week with her work and I had apparently mentioned this to my classes. The night she left I received a text message, which had a few simple words. "Are you lonely?" Thinking it was my wife I sent back a reply saying; "Yes, I so much want you in bed beside me."

She sent a few more messages saying how she wished she could be with me also as she was feeling a great need for me to be with her. This made me happy that she missed me and I was looking forward to seeing her again at the end of the week. "I can't wait for you to be next to me in my bed." I sent straight back to her, but then the next message arrived and I did not know what to say. 

"But what about your wife?" she typed.

I caught my breath and looked at the number. It was not my wife's number and I did not know who it was from. I sent another message asking who she was, but she just sent back a "smiley face" and said that I would have to decide who she was as she would not tell me. I had a bad feeling in my stomach, I had just made a very sexual advance to one of my students, and I did not have a clue which one. Messages kept flying back and forth; I was asking many general questions to see if I could get a hint at her identity. Eventually I got it down to one of three girls, so decided on a way to make sure of my guess.

The next day in my first class I asked a girl to stand and I began a conversation with her, and slowly brought up some of the questions from the night before, but to no avail, this was not she. The next class I did the same, and this time I got it right, on the third and forth questions she gave the same answers as the night before. Lucky for me she did not realize what I was doing at the time, at least I don't think she did.

As the lesson finished and they were all leaving I grabbed my phone and punched in her number, and then stood back and waited to see if she answered her phone. She did. "Wei," (a Chinese way of answering the phone) she said.

"Hello my little nymph, did you mean what you said last night?" I asked her.

Suddenly she spun around and looked back at me, and then gave me a wicked grin and a wink, before talking back into the phone and saying, "That depends on if you want me to mean it or not."

She then gave me her "QQ" number, which is another chat program like MSN, Yahoo, etc., and said she would chat with me on line that night. I could not wait to see where this was going to lead me. Not knowing if she lived at the college, or at home, I did not know what time she would be online, or if she would have others around her and reading what was being said.

At about 7pm I saw her come online, so I sent her a basic "Hello" and waited for a reply. We chatted a few moments in general before I asked if she was in a net cafe or such, but she said she was in her bedroom at her family's home. This gave me the courage to probe a little more into the messages from the night before. 

"So Viki, just how serious were you last night, and why did you decide you wanted to flirt with me, an older guy, and a foreigner to boot?" I asked her.

There were a few minutes of nothing, and then finally she replied.

"Well I don't care that you are older than me, and to tell the truth, I have seen you walking with your young Chinese wife and she seems so happy." she said, then added. "If you can make her so happy, and she looks only a few years older than me, then I guess that you are a very good lover, and that is the sort of guy I want to make love to me."

She had me stumped, now it was my turn to stay quiet for a few minutes, trying to get my thoughts together and reply to her. Unfortunately, just as I was about to reply the phone rang; it was my wife and she had taken ill and was returning the next morning. This could only mean an end to my possible "fling" with my student. But then I realized that it was maybe for the best. I could be in enough trouble back in my country for doing this, what would happen here if found out, I thought.

Over the next months I found myself chatting more with Viki in the class as well as online. I began to think more and more about what it would be like to spend time in bed with her, and less time thinking about the troubles it would cause. But it was not to be, at least not until the last week of semester. 

My contract was due to finish and the college was not going to renew it. I began to look for another position, as well as say my goodbyes to the students. It was then that Viki and I began to turn our little online chats into a more sexual conversation, telling each other what we wanted to do, and trying to plan for it to become a reality.

As the end of my time here was drawing close, and also it was the end of 2004, there were many invitations for me to attend formal dinners as well as farewells from friends I had made in my time here. I went to many, but also I cancelled one but told my wife I was going to attend them. This was the only way I knew of getting some alone time with Viki and to see just how far she was prepared to go with me, or if she had just been having fun at my expense.

Being in China and booking into a hotel as a couple, especially when one half is Chinese and the other foreign, you must show proof of being married, or else you can not share a room together. This was not a problem for me as I had my copy of my marriage certificate, which contained a photo. As Viki was about the same build and looks as my wife, along with also being Chinese, I took a chance and decided they would not question me. I went to a large western style hotel in the morning and made a booking, telling them it was for my wife, and me and then after showing my passport, I produced my proof of marriage. All was set.

I then contacted Viki and told her I wanted to take her out for supper at a fancy restaurant and that she should wear something appropriate. At the appointed time I turned up at her home and collected her, and we went to the city. When we arrived at the Grand Hotel she was stunned and asked me why we had come here. I told her I wanted tonight to be special, I would probably never see her again after tomorrow, and so money did not matter.

We went to the restaurant and took our place at the table I had reserved and we ordered a meal. Asking her if she would like a drink, she replied that she was not old enough to be served, but when I showed her the marriage papers with my wife's' details, she giggled and said that she would like to let her hair down and have some fun. 

During our meal Viki drank 2 glasses of wine as well as 2 glasses of champagne at the end and she was very tipsy and light headed. I signaled for the waiter to get the bill, but I also asked him to send some wine to room 808. Viki looked at me in a "lost" way, so I explained that I had taken a room here for the night, and if she wished we could go there and have a few more drinks. She agreed, so I took hold of her hand and led her towards the lifts, still not sure of just how far this would go, but determined to let the night progress.

As the lift door closed I did not have any reservations about her intentions. She threw her arms around my neck and pushed her lips to mine. Her mouth seemed to be on fire and needing mine to extinguish the flames. Her tongue forced its way in to meet mine, where the two intertwined with each other. As the lift reached our floor I was glad that there was no one waiting outside, as by now my cock was trying to escape from the confines of my trousers. I was sure by the way she was pushing her groin into mine, that she had also felt my erection.

Once inside the door she was at me again, only this time, not only did her lips meet mine, but also her hands were running up and down my chest, and then further down to where she was feeling my cock straining to be free. I pulled back from her slightly to take off my coat, and as I did she was already undoing my tie then attacking the buttons of my shirt. Once my coat was off I returned the advances and began to free her of her coat and then placed my arms around her to reach for the zipper of her dress. We were like two young teenagers going at each other for the first time, only I was a 49 year old married man, and she was not much more than a teenager, and maybe it was her first time. I was not sure, nor was I interested at this point in time.

As her dress hit the floor and my hands were just beginning to cup her breasts the doorbell rang. Shit! I forgot I had ordered some wine. I quickly composed myself and upon receiving the wine and giving the waiter a large tip, I hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and returned to my waiting little sex kitten. I kicked off my shoes and opened the first bottle of wine and went to the bedroom where Viki was now sprawled out, just in her small bra and panties; she looked so sexy laying there, awaiting the events that were to unfold.

Now I must tell you that Chinese women are not known for having large breasts, but this was not a problem. For her stature her breasts were perfect; they were about a 34B and this was more than enough for me. I gave her a glass of wine and as she sipped away I began doting small kisses all over her beautiful face and body. She was enjoying both the wine and the kisses, but it was a bit hard for her at times when she tried to sip and my mouth was kissing between her lovely mounds, just at the top of her bra.

So the wine was forgotten and her hands were once again back at my shirt, undoing the buttons before peeling it from my body. Now I am no "hunk" or "muscle man", but I like to think for my age that I am in good shape, and she certainly seemed to like what she saw. As my shirt came off her mouth went to my nipples and began attacking them with gusto, almost bringing tears to my eyes when she bit down on each in turn. I at the same time found the clasp of her bra and released her breasts from their security and got my first glimpse of her delightful Asian mounds. She had the most gorgeous breasts, with slightly upturned, pert nipples. They were heavenly to behold.

I lay her back on the bed and started a slow, yet lovingly trail of kisses, from her lips down to her breasts, where I would gently run my tongue underneath each in turn. At first I did not attempt to touch her mounds, rather, I kept teasing her, making her feel hotter and wanting me to lick and kiss them. I continued with my tongue massage for some time, always the same way; start at the lips, down to her neck where I would put more pressure into my kisses. Next I would move to her breasts then back up to her ears where I would gently nibble each lobe before inserting my tongue into the depths of her ears, which just made her moan and beg for me to stop.

She was getting very hot and her hands and mouth began to wander and soon she was undoing my zipper and letting my erect cock free from its confines. When it slipped out from my fly she gasped and pulled her head back sharply. 

"WOW, your cock is so large and hard, I never thought it could look so beautiful," she stated.

Now this had impressed me greatly and just the thought of her thinking it was so large made it swell even more. Chinese men are not known for having large cocks, and as mine in maybe around 6.5", this was all the ego booster I needed to make my head (and cock) swell even more. She moved her head closer and inspected it as if it was a piece of meat in the local markets needing to be checked to see that it was edible and fresh. Well, I must say, it may not be a fresh cock, but it certainly was looking forward to being eaten by her. It stood to attention and awaited the meat inspectors report.

With her hand taking a firm grip on my shaft and slowly moving it up and down, her head moved closer and she kissed the tip of my cock. By now I had a few drops of precum oozing out of the top. I lifted my arse and she took the hint and helped me slip my trousers off, as well as my underwear. She ran her tongue from the head of my cock all the way down to the base of my shaft, the feeling inside of me was building and I knew that I could not take much more of her youthful mouth administering this much love and attention to it.

I pushed her back once more and this time my mouth and tongue started venturing further south. I took my time and kissed and licked around her navel before slowly running my tongue over the outside of her panties, across the top of her love mound. She was squirming beneath my touch and moaning how much she enjoyed what I was doing. I took the top of her panties between my teeth and gently lowered them to expose her full bushy mound. I had not seen this much pure black pubic hair for many years.

Over the next 15 minutes we kissed and touched each other so tenderly, but with a zest that revealed the eagerness we both had, but I was not ready to go to the final stage as yet. I was surprised that she had even bothered to kiss my cock or run her tongue along it, as I had already learnt that most Asian do not do, or like doing, this. They think it is so "unclean". I knew that I was lucky to have found someone so young and willing, but also realized that she probably had lots of experiences with other boys, or even maybe with other foreign teachers before me.

Her hand was running up and down my shaft and at the same time her other hand was cupping my balls and gently squeezing them, but occasionally she would run her hand down to the crack of my arse and give it a firm grip. My balls were tightening and I knew that I was getting close to losing my load, but I did not want to lose it this way, at least not yet. I pulled away from her again and this time I moved her legs apart and took my face down to her most precious of places, where I began to pay attention to it with my mouth and tongue.

It took some doing to fight my way through her bush, but I did manage to get through. I paid attention first to her outer lips which made her shake with delight, before I let my tongue delve into the depths and discover the wonderful taste of her pussy. She was now starting to buck and push her hips up to met my mouth as I twirled her lips with my mouth and my tongue found her little pleasure spot. I could feel her juices emerging to meet with me and my cock was beginning to feel left out. 

After another 5 minutes of this administration I moved up on top of her and asked was she sure that she wanted to do this forbidden thing, but she just moaned and said she was more then ready for me to take her. I reached down and took a hold of my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, slowly rubbing it up and down on her lips, both lubricating myself more as well as teasing and exciting her.

As I slowly let the head of my cock enter her divine tunnel my cock was on fire, feeling her warm, moist hole. Slowly I pushed in until the head and maybe another inch was inside of her, where I stopped all movements and just rested, taking in the totally unbelievable feeling of having my cock inside of this wonderful young miss.

Slowly I pulled myself back so as my cock was once again on the outside, but still touching her lips. She moaned and told me to stick it back as she wanted me to fuck her now. I moved once more back inside, but this time I went a little further before felt a blockade. WHAT THE.......? It was a hymen; she was still a virgin. I could not believe this. She came onto me like a woman of many years of sexual deprivation, yet she was still untouched. I eased back out and asked her if she sure that she wanted me to go further. YES! NOW! Was her answer.

A few more times I moved back to that roadblock and retreated, just making sure that all was well, my cock and her pussy ready and wet enough, before finally lunging to her depths in one long swoop. She let out a small yelp as I bottomed out in her cunt, where I stopped and stayed perfectly still. I kissed her lips so tenderly before nibbling her ears and whispering that now she would feel no more pain, the worst was over, her cherry was gone. We stayed this way for nearly 5 minutes until she settled, and then I slowly moved back and forward, just a little at a time, until she returned the movements, I then knew all was well and I could now begin to fuck her fully to her first cock induced orgasm.

Viki by now was digging her nails into my back and at the same time her teeth were biting into my neck, but I did not care. The feeling this young nymph was giving me was more than any guy could ever want. She was starting to arch her arse and hips up to meet my every thrust. We were like one, heaving and thrusting into each other, our minds not needing to think about what we were doing, as our sexual organs had taken full control. I was feeling on top of the world (as well as this girl) and nothing was going to stop me from having and giving as much pleasure as possible. My balls were swelling and ready to unleash their juices into this hot and wanting virginal pussy.




Are You Lonely?



As we came down from our high, we just lay there, holding each other tight and kissing lightly, telling each other how much we had enjoyed what we had done together. My mind was on nothing more than this young girl and the pleasurable feelings we were enjoying together. I could not even think about my wife and what this would mean if she ever found out. For now, Viki was the only thing that mattered to me. We were the only two people left in this world.

After holding each other for some time we decided to get cleaned up, but as we both were in a devilish mood, we ended up in the bath together. As we washed and caressed each other, things began to "grow" and soon we were at it again. Once more we were in the throes of wild love making, but this time in the bath. Water was going everywhere as I drove my cock deep into her cunt. She was wilder than any woman I had ever been with. Even my wife, as young and experienced as she is, was never as forthright and eager as this young nymph. Not since the days of old when I first started to enjoy the pleasures of sex, had I enjoyed sex as much as I was now.

When we finished our lustful tryst in the bath I told her how wonderful she was, how beautiful her body and the enjoyment that she gave me, but I also suggested that she should shave her pussy, so as it was easier for a guy like me to give it the attention it deserved. And she quickly agreed and grabbed the "courtesy" razor. I could not help but laugh, and upon doing so she began to get angry until I explained that those things were such cheap shit and only had one blade, a single blade that would rip her delicate pussy to pieces. I told her to stay put and I would get my own "Schick 3 blade" and do the job nice and safely.

By the time I had finished trimming her bush to a nice little landing strip it was then about 11pm. When I saw the time I nearly died and realizing that her family would be getting worried, I suggested that she should maybe go home. But instead, she picked up the house phone and called her mother, and I could not believe what she told her. For here I will write the English translation as my written Chinese is not very good, and if I wrote what I thought the spelling was, and with no "tonal" stress marks, it could get rather confusing.

"Hello mum, Viki here. Hey listen, sorry for being out so late but after we all had supper with the teacher (she had told them there would be the entire class at supper), a few of us decided to walk around for a time. I decided to go back to the college and stay the night, as it would be too hard to get back home. I'll be home around lunch time tomorrow," she told her mum.

This meant that she would be mine for the whole night. BUT WAIT! What should I do? I had no intention of staying the night, I was just going to fuck her and leave and then return to my wife. I quickly called my wife and told her that the "function" was going to go until late, and she should not worry as one of the college heads had offered to put me up for the night, and I would be home sometime in the morning. Lucky for me she was an understanding wife and she just said I should have fun.

"I hope you enjoy sleeping with him. You realize that Chinese tradition means his wife will sleep in another room so that the "honored guest" can keep talking with the host?" she said.

Well! I had heard of this tradition before, and there was no way I was sleeping in the same bed as a guy, but also, I was glad that this was actually a lie to make me safe for the night as far as my wife was concerned. I turned back to Viki and told her what my wife had said and she just laughed. She asked me what I would have done if I were indeed spending the night in bed with another guy. We both laughed and then fell back into each other's arms where we were soon making love once more before finally falling asleep in a spoon position.

Around 7 am I woke, which was late for me as I usually wake around 5:30, but I guess that the previous nights workout had taken its toll on me. I rang room service and ordered a champagne breakfast for the two of us, and then turned to dote kisses all over my young students naked body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me when I was coming closer to her mouth. She threw her arms around me and said just how much she loved me, and how she wanted to stay with me forever. Now this was going to be a problem. Yes, I loved her and what we had done, but I still had a wife that I could not easily walk away from.

Luckily, before this conversation went much further there was a knock on the door; our breakfast had arrived. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and proceeded to the door. When I opened it the young waiter began to push the trolley into the room. I tried to stop him by saying that I could manage, but he insisted that it was "his duty" to make sure that it was served, and that all was well with the food. Not wanting to argue with him, I moved aside and let him do his "duty", but first I called to Viki and said she should make sure she was covered.

As he turned the corner and moved towards the bed I saw Viki sit bolt upright, but pulling the covers even higher to almost cover her face, before she let out an almost scream and yelled at the waiter in Chinese. She yelled so quickly that I could not understand, and it was only later I found out what she had said. (Sorry for my translation and adding of words, but it is hard to translate much, so I have typed it here the way us "foreigners" would expect to hear it).

"What the fuck are you doing here? How long have you been working here?" she asked in a very angry tone.

By now the waiter had looked up and seen her. His bottom jaw had dropped, his eyes were bulging and he seemed as though he could not say a word, before finally coming to his senses and saying.

"What are you doing here? Why are you in his bed? I thought you had a boyfriend?" he yelled at her.

DAMN! The breakfast waiter was a friend of hers, what should I say or do? They went off at each other many times before I finally decided that I had better do something. 

"Excuse me, do you work here?" I asked in a very sarcastic tone. "Sorry friend, I know nothing of what is going on between you two, but I am a paying guest, actually we are paying guests, if you don't stop this shit I will call the manager and have you removed from here very quickly!" I told him.

He stood with his mouth open for a few moments, looking like he wanted to have a fight, or at least an argument with me, before finally telling me he was sorry for his outburst, and then wishing that we enjoyed our meal, and then he was gone. But as he moved out the door I could not help myself, I pulled out a RMB100 note (about AUD$17) and gave him a tip. He gave me a very furious look as he began to say no to me, but then, he decided to take it regardless. After all, the average wage per month for a full time employee in a factory was only around RMB300, so I guessed that his job was worth more, but still, this was maybe the best part of a weeks wage for him, and he was not stupid enough to throw it away.

All through our breakfast she was quiet and not saying a word, just eating her food, but with a worried look on her face. Eventually I got her to open up and she explained that the waiter was a friend of hers from the college, he was a year above her, and he was in the same class as her brother. She was scared as hell that he would tell her brother what he had seen, and who she had been in bed with. 

Not knowing what I could do about it, I made a joke and told her that she could always offer to fuck him if he promised to keep his mouth shut, or at least to tone it down a little and not mention that her lover was the foreign teacher. She mused over what I had said for a time before throwing her arms around me and thanking me for giving her a way out of this sticky mess. She rang Room Service and ordered a plate of fruit, then settled herself back on the bed, but this time she did not cover herself.

Five minutes later the waiter arrived, and as instructed by Viki, I just let him walk right in. He stood just inside the door and asked where I wanted it placed, so I said on the trolley with the rest of the food. He walked around the corner and almost tripped over his bottom jaw when he saw her lying there naked. Not only was she naked, but also her legs were spread and she had one hand tweaking her right nipple and the other was rubbing her pussy.

"Would you like to try some of this?" she asked. "Well if you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you saw here today, I will let you do what you like." she added.

His pants were tent-pegging at the front and his eyes were glued to her pussy, he was gone, there was no way he was going to miss out on part of this action. Apparently, I found out much later, he had had the hots for her for some time. He finally got his act together and asked her was she serious, and when would she do it with him. 

"Well, come here and I will let you have a small taste for now, and if you agree, you can have the rest in a few days." she told him.

With that he moved closer to her and she reached out and put her hands on his bulge. Being a quick thinker, I quietly grabbed my digital camera and flicked it across to video mode, and stood back from him so he did not see what I was doing. Viki glanced across at me, and seeing the camera in my hands she gave a sly grin and then opened his zipper and took out his throbbing cock.

Slowly at first she ran her hands up and down his uncut shaft before pulling it towards her face where she proceeded to take the head into her mouth and gently suck on it. Next she told him to bend down and lick her pussy, which he was not sure of doing. After a few moments of her saying that if he wanted to fuck her, she expected a lot of foreplay or she would not go ahead with it, he quickly moved to his knees and buried his head between her legs. After holding his head there for a few minutes and letting out a few loud moans, she then pushed him aside.

"Now, if you ever tell anyone who you saw me with, or what I was doing, I will tell your boss and my father what you have done to me." she yelled at him.

He was stunned; he could not understand what was happening. He asked her what was wrong, he had no intention of telling anyone, especially as she had promised to let him fuck her. With this she laughed and told him to turn around and see what I was doing. When he saw the camera I looked back at him with a grin.

"That's right mate, I have plenty of pics here of you getting your cock sucked, as well as you licking her pussy. You tell anyone and it is only your word against hers, there is no sign of me in this, just you and her." I told him.

He knew he was beaten, but worse still he knew he now had to be quiet or else lose his job, and maybe have her father trying to kill him. I admired his nerve, for even though he was beaten, he still asked her when he could fuck her. She just laughed back at him and said maybe, just maybe she would let him have it in the future, if he proves that he can keep a secret. I actually thought she was going to fuck him there and then in front of me, and that would have been worth filming.

I sent him on his way, and also gave him another tip, which he took eagerly and he left the room. I told Viki that she was safe and she did not need to ever fuck him, but she smiled back and said that she did "sort of" like him, and maybe she would fuck him anyway. I liked her style. I got back on the bed with her and kissed her mouth eagerly and told her I would love to see her having sex with him, but unfortunately I would not be here after tomorrow. With that said we hugged each other and made love one more time before we showered, dressed and left the hotel.

After dropping her 1 block from her house, I returned to my wife and we finished packing, ready for our trip the next day to my new school for the next semester. My wife asked me how I enjoyed my night out, and if I liked sleeping with another guy. I laughed and told her I had very little sleep as the night had been full on with drinking and enjoyment (which was almost the truth), and that I did not sleep with any guys ever. With this I went back to bed and slept for a few hours.

A few weeks later I was on the net when Viki came online and we had a chat. She said she missed me, and how she had enjoyed her journey into womanhood. I said I was glad that I could have been of service to her, as well as also enjoying that night very much. It was a shame that my next position was so far away from her, but also it was a blessing, for I knew if I were close to her it would only be a matter of time before we got caught, and then who knows what would have happened to me. At least I had a wonderful memory to take with me. One that would make me never forget having been at the college. 



Are You Lost Ch. 01



Erin stepped off the airplane and grinned from ear to ear. She was finally in Hawaii and it was a dream come true. Erin walked into the airport terminal and waited for her luggage. She looked around and wondered if she would see any of them. She knew they were filming for the next few weeks, but she was very worried that she might have made a mistake. Erin was a die hard "Lost" fan. She had watched every episode and read every article online about the show. She was desperate to know the secrets of the show and had finally figured out a way to find out. She was going to fuck as many stars as she needed to until she found out what she needed to know.

Erin was a beautiful woman. She was around five and a half feet tall with long blonde hair. Her hair was curly, but today she had straightened it. Her breasts were a C cup and were perfectly proportional to her body. Erin had been a swimmer in high school and she was muscular, but thin. Erin had piercing blue eyes and was told she should have been a cheerleader.

Erin pulled out a list from her Gucci purse. The list had the name of 12 actors on it along with their addresses. She grinned. Ever since the episode that mentioned Jacob's list, Erin had wondered who exactly was on this list. She felt like Jacob as she held the list in her hand. She rolled her suitcase towards the taxi stand and got into one of the waiting cabs. She gave the driver the address and she was on her way.

Erin didn't even pay attention to the scenery. She was focused on the task at hand. She couldn't break her concentration. She imagined she was like Ben, always striving to manipulate others.

The taxicab stopped outside the hotel and she got out. She had worn a short pink dress with sandals. It was sexy enough to help her cause, but it wasn't slutty. Erin rode the elevator up to the fifth floor and began to get nervous. She knew that Matthew was just about to go to bed. She had researched his daily schedule and had everything perfectly timed. She knocked on the door and waited. She heard movement from inside and gasped when the door opened. Standing right in front of her was Matthew Fox.

"Yes?" Matthew was wearing black silk pajama pants and Erin was just staring at his chest.

"Hi. I'm Erin Cassidy. I'm a big fan. Can I come in?" Before Erin let Matthew answer she stepped in.

"Um. Do I know you?" Matthew's voice was so sexy and Erin wanted to suck his cock immediately.

"No. But I have a deal to make with you. You're away from your wife for weeks at a time. I'll suck your cock better then anyone ever has. In return you need to tell me what you know about upcoming episodes."

Matthew blinked and then thought about it. He was horny and this woman was very sexy. He was going to play along with her.

"Sure."

Erin giggled like a little girl. She didn't think it was going to be this easy. She knelt down and pulled at his pajamas bottoms. His cock was semi hard and she opened wide and deep throated his cock. She closed her eyes and hummed the opening tune. She felt his cock swell and she pulled back and licked the tip. Matthew was moaning softly. This blonde slut was a good little cocksucker and he was already close to cumming.

"Oh baby I'm close." Matthew gripped her blonde hair and began to face fuck her. "Oh swallow it all baby and I'll tell you what the ending of the show will be."

Erin deep throated Matthew's cock and began to hum. She would do anything to find out what the ending would be and when she felt her mouth fill with his cum she swallowed hard. Matthew was panting and after he finished cumming, he pushed her away.

"You're a pretty little cock sucker. You must make a fortune." Matthew pulled up his pajama pants and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Excuse me?" Erin was shocked at how rude he sounded. He was so nice on the show and here he was accusing her of being a prostitute.

"Oh come on. You look lost or something. So, how much for your services?"

Erin blinked twice and realized what he was talking about. He thought it was a game. He didn't think she was serious.

"I'm not a prostitute. I'm your number one fan. I'm the show's number one fan."

Matthew laughed. This wasn't the first time someone had convinced themselves they were his number one fan.

"You can leave now."

"But what about telling me the ending?"

"I lied. I only know what happens in the next three episodes. Go fuck someone else. They might know."

And with that Matthew pushed Erin out of his room and shut the door. 



Are You Lost Ch. 02



Erin stood stunned outside the hotel room. She had just given Matthew Fox the best blowjob he had ever gotten and in return she had been called a prostitute and had been kicked out of his room. All Erin wanted was the answers to the shows mysteries. She would do anything to get those answers.

Erin left the hotel and sat on a park bench at a nearby park. Hawaii was a very nice place and she wished she had more time to look around. She had less then four days to do what she needed to do. Or more like to do whom she needed to do.

She walked along the quiet street. She was surprised that Josh lived in a home by himself. He was such a flirt on the show she figured he would be staying at one of the ritzy hotels. She was still wearing the outfit she wore on the plane and figured it was cute and sexy enough for Josh. The pink dress was short enough to show off her thighs and she smoothed her blonde hair. She walked up to Josh's house and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

Erin's heart leapt. This was exactly the tone he used on the show.

"Erin Cassidy. I'm your biggest fan."

Josh rolled his eyes. He had just gotten out of the shower and now some freaky fan was at the door. The last time this happened he had to call the police. Josh made his way to the door and saw this cute blonde standing there. She didn't look like the typical fan freak.

"What do you want?"

Erin tried to compose herself. Josh was standing in only a towel. His chest was so tanned.

"I want to know what happens in the next few episodes of the show. I'll fuck you if you tell me."

Josh laughed. These fans were outrageous and up until now he thought he had heard everything. He had never been asked so bluntly to have sex in exchange for details of the show.

"Sure."

"You have to tell me what happens first. I got screwed over last time I did this."

"Alright Erin. Get in here and undress. I'll tell you what happens. First off Michael is still alive. He's on the boat that's off shore."

"Really?

"Yes really sunshine. Six people get off the island. They're called the Oceanic Six. I'm not one of them."

Erin's eyes went wide. This was exactly the info she needed.

"Tell me more."

Josh grinned. She looked so gullible he decided to play with her mind.

"Sure sunshine. Just get over here and start riding my cock."

Erin practically jumped onto his lap and thrust his cock inside her. His cock was bigger then Matthew's and longer too. She loved how it stretched her pussy. She didn't know whether he liked it rough or soft, but the few times he had had sex on the show, it was rough and animalistic. She thrusted hard and fast. She had gotten so horny sucking off Matthew Fox and now she needed to cum.

"Jacob is real. He's the same guy that gave Hurley the numbers at the mental institution. Go harder."

Erin was listening and fucking him at the same time. She was so turned on. She had imagined this scene for a long time and now it was coming true. She reached down and began to rub her clit. She was holding back because she wanted to see what else he would tell her.

"Really? Oh god your cock feels good. Are you going to cum inside me?"

Josh grinned. She was definitely a cutie. He bucked his hips up a few times and on the third thrust began to cum. He hadn't gotten any in a while so it was a lot of cum. After he finished he looked into her eyes.

"Rub your clit for me. Tell me why you like fucking me."

"I love fucking you because I love you Sawyer. I love how mean you are." Erin was furiously rubbing her clit and suddenly arched her back. Her body was convulsing and she collapsed on top of him.

"You're a hot fuck sunshine. Come back anytime."

"I can't. I'm only in Hawaii for a few days. Once I get all the information about the show, I'm flying back home." "Alright sunshine. Who you going to fuck next?"

Erin grinned. She had fixed her dress and panties. Josh was sitting on his couch looking up at her.

"I love rock stars."

Josh grinned. He would gladly tell her where Dominic Monaghan could be found.



Are You Lost Ch. 03



Erin checked into the small motel on the side of the highway. It was a very run down place, but it was all she could afford. The big luxurious hotels in the downtown area were very expensive and she had paid a fortune for her plane ticket to Hawaii.

Erin needed a shower and desperately needed to change clothing. She had been in Hawaii since the morning and was hot and sweaty. After unpacking her things, she had a nice hot shower. The water felt great on her body and as she rubbed between her legs, she felt the stickiness of her juices. She had already fucked two guys this morning, but had a long list of who she needed to do next.

Erin was obsessed with the show "Lost". She had traveled to Hawaii to get some information about the it. She needed to know what was going to happen in season four and would do anything or anyone to find out. She dried off from her shower and put on a jean skirt and t-shirt.

Erin brushed out her blonde hair and put it in a ponytail. If she tried, she could imagine herself looking a bit like Claire. She had almost gushed when Claire and Charlie had kissed. She was dying to know how Charlie kissed. After grabbing her purse, she grabbed the piece of paper that had Dominic's address on it. She figured that Dominic had to know something about the show. He had been killed off, but had already appeared in the show after that.

She walked up the street towards Dominic's house and gasped when she saw him standing outside his house getting the newspaper. He looked so cute with the stubble on his face and the tousled hair.

"Hi." Erin tried not to sound too excited, but it was hard. She was talking to Dominic, the hot and sexy rocker.

"Are you Erin?" Dominic had received a phone call from Josh a few hours ago. He had been told that an obsessive, but cute fan was on the hunt for information about the show. Josh clearly explained how good of a cocksucker she was and that she wasn't charging money for sex.

"Yeah. How do you know who I am?"

"I heard you want information about the show?"

"Yeah."

"Come with me."

Erin was practically skipping up the steps. Dominic knew who she was. He had called her by name. She was so wet, horny, and hyper. Dominic sat on the steps outside his house and unzipped his shorts. His cock was short, but thick. Erin stared at it.

"Before they killed me off the producers told me some things that I have to keep secret. If you suck my cock, I'll tell you." Dominic grinned. He was totally lying, but if he was going to get a free blowjob from this woman then who was he to complain. Erin got down on her knees and immediately began to suck cock. Erin loved sucking cock and she was so turned on knowing that she was sucking Dominic's cock. The fact she was even near a star of the most amazing show in the entire world was driving her crazy. She didn't care that this was the third cock she had sucked today. He was going to tell her what she needed to know.

"That's it baby. Now suck hard and bob your head up and down. That's a girl."

Dominic held her blonde hair. She looked a little bit like Emily. Dominic wondered if she fantasized about being Claire.

"I'm not dead. When someone dies on the island they are actually teleported back to a time when they were living. Jacob has allowed certain individuals to teleport themselves around time. That's why I showed up to see Hugo."

"You fucking serious? So what was the shit about the island disappearing?" Erin had looked up.

"Keep sucking baby." Dominic pushed her head back down onto his cock and continued.

"The wheel teleports everything around the island. The island never really moves, but everyone around it is transported into the future. You'll find out in the next season that the electromagnetic field is really to protect those on the outside from getting in."

Erin tried to look up and ask more questions, but she couldn't. Dominic was using her mouth to get himself off. He thrusted his hips and moaned. He was so close and was debating on where to cum. She had such a cute little face he wanted to cum all over it, but at the same time he wanted to make her swallow.

"Cumming!" Dominic grunted and exploded inside her mouth. She didn't swallow at first, but then when she felt her mouth fill to capacity, she swallowed. He held her there until he finished and then let go.

"Oh baby you're a good cock sucker."

Erin smiled. She was so proud that she could pleasure the stars of Lost. She had also gotten some very valuable information that she needed.

"I know. Thanks for the info on the show."

"Your welcome baby."



Are You Lost Ch. 04



"One ticket to Los Angeles please."

Erin snatched the ticket out of the man's hand and rushed to catch her plane. She had only a few minutes to get to the gate and did not want to miss her flight. Luckily, she was wearing running shoes and made it to the gate just in time. She got to her seat and sat down. It was the first row after the first class section. It meant a lot of legroom although being barely five feet meant that wasn't an issue for her. She settled in and started writing in her journal.

The plane took off and soon the seatbelt sign was turned off. Erin looked up and gasped. Just as the airline attendant closed the curtain between the two sections, she saw Emilie de Ravin. Erin's heart raced. She was flying back home from a somewhat successful trip to Hawaii. She couldn't believe her luck. Claire was on the plane with her.

Erin was a fan of the show "Lost". Well actually, she was obsessed with the show. Since it had ended for the season, she had been going crazy. The moment she found out they were filming again, she rushed to Hawaii to meet up with the cast. She desperately needed to know what was going to happen in the next season and was lucky enough to meet up with Dominic, Matthew, and Josh. In the thrill of fucking them, she had totally forgotten about the real purpose for the trip.

Erin tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and tried to think straight. She was writing in her journal about her experiences with the three hot guys she had had sex with in Hawaii. She thought of Claire and how cute and sexy she was. Erin normally preferred guys, but her mind was suddenly flooded with the image of her fucking Claire senseless with the pink dildo she had in her purse.

"Apple juice or orange juice?"

Erin looked up and saw the flight attendant offering her some juice. "Apple, please." She took the small cup of juice and drank it slowly. She wondered what the first class passengers were having. She wanted to reach out and open the curtain a bit, but knew better. She opened her journal and continued writing. After a while, she realized she had to go to the washroom. Standing up she noticed a line up of about four people needing to go to the washroom in the back. She was about to sit back down, but the cute attendant came over.

"You may use the washroom up front if you want. There is a little turbulence and it would be unsafe for you to walk all the way to the back of the plane."

"Thank you." Erin flashed a big smile and knew that the attendant was looking down her shirt. Erin had the most gorgeous breasts ever. They were round and firm. They weren't that big, but considering her small frame, they looked huge. She could get her way as long as she wore a push up bra and low cut top. This was one of the times that it was very useful. Erin opened the curtain and stepped into the first class area. Just then, the plane hit some turbulence and she was thrown into the lap of Emilie de Ravin.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. Fuck." Erin stumbled and landed in the empty seat next to Emilie.

"It's alright. I know it wasn't your fault. I hate turbulence."

Erin blinked. She was so sweet and cute. She couldn't help but stare.

"Yeah. I was just going to the washroom."

"Well go and then come back. No one has spoken to me the whole flight. You can sit down and we can chat."

Erin could only nod. She quickly went to the washroom and then came back. She slid past Emilie and sat down.

"I'm Emilie by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm Erin."

The two blonde women chatted until it was nighttime. By this time, Erin had talked Emilie's ear off about her love for the show and Emilie had told her about being on set. Only a few times had Erin accidentally called her Claire.

Erin fell asleep next to Emilie. She imagined the two of them going to the washroom for some mile high action, but that wasn't necessary. She woke up and felt Emilie's arms wrapped around her. Erin smiled and kissed her gently.

"That felt nice." Emilie was smiling and Erin knew exactly what she wanted to do. She reached on the floor for her purse and pulled out the pink dildo she carried. Reaching under the blanket that covered both of them, she nudged Emilie's legs apart.

"Can I?" Erin whispered those words and pulled the blanket over her as well. She slid Emilie's skirt up to her hips and gasped when she felt no panties. Erin pushed the dildo gently inside Emilie. She turned to face her and kissed her before Emilie screamed out in pleasure.

"More". Emilie was clutching Erin's arms as she buried her blonde head against Erin's shoulder. Erin ran one hand through Emilie's hair while the other pushed the dildo in and out of Emilie's pussy. Erin imagined the pink plastic stretching Emilie's pussy and desperately wanted to see her lips wrapped around it. She knew that wasn't possible so just sat back and enjoyed the show. Emilie whimpered and kissed Erin's shoulder gently. Erin felt a warm gush of liquid against her hand and knew that Emilie was cumming.

Emilie curled up and kissed Erin gently. She then closed her eyes and fell back asleep. Erin removed the dildo and did the same, cuddling up against Emilie.

***

The sun rose as Erin opened her eyes. The flight was coming into Los Angeles and she quickly picked up her things and moved to her regular seat. After the plane landed and people began to leave, she watched as Emilie de Ravin left the airplane. She looked back and smiled at Erin. Erin knew that they had shared something special. 



Are You Lost Ch. 05



Erin tapped her foot impatiently on the marble floor. She had been waiting over thirty minutes for a table and she was getting annoyed. She had flown back home a few days ago and had slept for almost twelve hours. Erin was so exhausted from her trip, but needed something to eat. She had no food in the house and so decided that eating out was her best bet. She finally sat down and was about to open the menu when a man in a business suit rushed over to her.

"Are you eating alone?"

Erin blinked. Of course she was eating alone and she didn't need some snobby restaurant manager reminding her.

"Yes of course. Why? I waited an hour to get a table. Am I not allowed to eat here or something?"

"We have a special guest who needs a table. Can you please go to the front?"

Erin glared at the manager. Before she had a chance to speak her mind, a woman with dark flowing hair rushed towards the table.

"Don't you dare ask her to move. I said I'd wait." Erin gasped. Evangeline Lily was standing right in front to her. She couldn't help but stare. She looked so much taller and beautiful in real life.

"You can sit with me if you're eating alone." Erin blurted out those words and then wished she hadn't. There was no way that the restaurant would let her sit with Evangeline Lily and there was no way in hell that she would want to sit with Erin.

"That sounds like a perfect arrangement." Evangeline glared at the manager and then sat down across from Erin.

"As if they asked you to move. I bet you were waiting a while to eat. I'm Evangeline by the way. I'm in town for a few days and wanted to eat somewhere nice."

Erin just stared. Her mind was racing with thoughts and one of them was the fact that she had a sudden urge to make out with Evangeline. She hadn't had sex in a few days and the last sexual encounter had been a complete give, with no take.

"I'm Erin. I just got back from Hawaii yesterday. A little jet lagged and I have no food in the house."

"Hawaii? Why were you there?"

"I was just visiting some people." That was the truth. Well, part of it at least.

"It's a very nice place." Evangeline smiled. Erin could tell she was trying to hide who she was. Erin was going to play along.

Erin and Evangeline ordered their food and chatted about random things. At some point during the meal, Erin brushed her foot against Evangeline's foot and instead of her pulling back; she nudged her toe against Erin's ankle.

"I'm paying. I can afford it, but I'm sure you knew that." Evangeline flashed a big smile at Erin and Erin blushed. 

"Yeah. I'm a big fan of the show, but I'm sure you've heard that a million times."

"Oh yeah. Do you want to come back to my hotel room?"

Erin practically spit out the last bit of wine in her mouth. Had she heard correctly? She had been trying not to flirt with her all evening, but it obviously hadn't worked.

"I'd love to."

Erin and Evangeline made their way out of the restaurant and into the waiting limousine. The moment they entered the vehicle Evangeline was all over Erin. Erin moaned and kissed her back.

"You have no idea how turned on you make me. The fact that you're not one of those obsessive freaks. You're nice and cute and sexy." 

Erin wasn't going to argue. She pulled Evangeline on top of her and held her hips, grinding them against hers. Erin then slid her hands between Evangeline's legs and rubbed her pussy trough her panties. Erin couldn't go slowly if she tried. She pulled Evangeline's thong to the side and plunged three fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

"Oh god. That feels so good. Please don't stop."

Erin nodded. She felt her skirt being slid up. Erin waited in anticipation until Evangeline's slender fingers penetrated her. It was complete heaven. She moaned as the two women kissed frantically. By this time, the limo had pulled out into traffic and was making its way to the hotel. The two women were oblivious to anything other than each other's mouths and fingers, which were pushing each other to orgasm.

"You have on idea how badly I want this. Cum for me." Erin was frantically rubbing her clit while nibbling her neck. She felt her pussy being stretched and she was desperately trying to hold back.

"You cum first. I want to feel it." Evangeline was begging for Erin to cum and Erin nodded. She reached down and guided her fingers to the exact depth and rhythm she needed to orgasm.

"Cumming!" Erin cried out and thrashed around in the back seat of the limo. She pushed three fingers into Evangeline's wet pussy and began to thrust. In an instant, Evangeline was cumming and Erin just watched in awe.

The two women calmly sat up and cuddled against each other. They kissed softly.

"I don't normally do that on a first date, but you're really cute. I'd love for you to stay the night."

"I'd love that." Erin couldn't help but smile. The limo pulled up to the hotel and the two women got out. Erin knew that the staff was staring at her. She was sure she'd be in the tabloids tomorrow, but she didn't care. She was going to be spending the night with Evangeline Lily.

They made their way up to the executive suite. Erin stepped in and gasped. Lying on the table was the script for the first few episodes of the next season of "Lost". She couldn't believe her luck. She had had sex with the three actors in Hawaii as well as Emilie on the plane for only one reason. She needed to find out what was happening on the island and now she had the chance to do so. She hadn't been thinking of that the whole time she had made love to Evangeline, but now she realized that her plan had worked.

Erin had desperately needed to know the secrets of the island and now, as she stood in the expensive suit of one of the main stars of the show, she knew she would get answers. 



Are You Man Enough?



Everyone in the story is over 18, and the story is purely fiction. This is my first story. If readers like it and vote it high enough, I will finish the series. Comments are encouraged!

*

Bobby danced off second base, making the pitcher think twice before throwing home. God how he loved baseball.

All of a sudden, the lefthander spun quickly and fired the ball back to second but Bobby easily beat the throw, diving back to the bag head first.

"Safe!" the umpire yelled.

Bobby called time and dusted himself off. The crowd was really getting into it now, filling the old ballpark with an electricity it hadn't seen in quite some time. It was well deserved though. The Titans fought back to tie the game in the bottom of the ninth and now had the winning run on base in the 11th with just one out.

Bobby looked out over the crowd. He spotted his mom, Abby. She was beaming just behind home plate, her golden blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. She caught Bobby's glance and smiled.

Bobby shuffled off second again, got a safe lead and dug in.

The Cardinals burly reliever gave him a glance and then fired toward the plate.

"Strike three!"

Two outs now. Bobby cursed quietly as he jogged back to second.

Behind the first base dugout, he saw his dad rock back and forth nervously. His stepmom, Heather, sat next to his dad, chatting idly with those around her. She wore a bright red halter top that made her stand out against the sea of navy and orange.

"Fucking idiot," Bobby muttered. She actually showed up wearing the other team's colors.

Bobby skipped off second, happy as his thoughts crossed back onto the baseball diamond. Jimmy looked ready at the plate. And as the pitcher delivered, Bobby took off for third.

"Crack!"

Bobby heard the ball rocket off of Jimmy's bat and into left field. His third base coach was waving him home wildly. He barreled toward the plate. The catcher moved up the line, blocking it as the throw skipped into his mitt.

Bobby braced himself and unloaded on the catcher, bowling him over as the ball pop out and dribbled up the first base line.

"Safe!" the umpire yelled, throwing his arms out emphatically as Bobby jumped up and was mobbed by his teammates.

******

"Bobby! Bobby! Come down here a minute, son."

Bobby heard his dad yelling from downstairs. He splashed some cologne on his face and grabbed his coat before heading down the steps.

"Hey Dad, what's up?" he asked, rounding the corner into the kitchen. His dad stood by the fridge, beer in hand and a suit jacket slung over his arm. His stepmom Heather lurked at the kitchen table, casually flipping through a gossip magazine.

"Work called," his dad said. "Jack's sick and they need me to close this deal in Chicago. I'm going to be gone a few days. Should be back by the time you guys head to the state playoffs though."

"OK Dad, sounds good. Bring me back a souvenir," Bobby said, laughing.

"Yeah, I wish. I'll count myself lucky if I get any time to myself -- much less time to go sightseeing."

"All right, well good luck with the deal, Dad," Bobby said and he started for the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" his dad asked.

"Out. I told Jimmy I'd meet up with everybody over at his house to celebrate."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Bobby saw his dad exchange a look with Heather, and he felt anger boil up inside him. He promised his girlfriend Kady he'd come out tonight. He wouldn't less this happen -- not again. The way she had looked at him after the game caused his dick to surge in his baseball pants. He knew for sure he was getting laid tonight.

"Dad, I promised everyone I would --" Bobby actually made it to the door before his dad spoke up again.

"Bobby, damnit! I said you're staying here tonight." His tone was unmistakable.

Heather glanced up from her magazine and caught Bobby's eyes. The look she gave him only pissed him off more.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Bobby yelled. "This fucking blows."

His dad turned to yell at him, but Bobby was having none of it. He stormed upstairs and slammed his doors, rattling two pictures hanging in the hallway outside his room.

******

It was noon by the time Bobby woke up the next day. Heather was knocking on his door.

"What?" he groaned.

She opened his door and walked in.

"Your phone," she said, laying it on his desk as Bobby looked up.

Heather had clearly been sunbathing. She was wearing a white cover-up, but Bobby could still see her purple bikini. Her big breasts formed wet spots in the sheer fabric where they jutted out from her thin frame. She wore her dark brown hair up, and her skin glistened from a combination of sweat and tanning oil. She smelled like coconut oil and margaritas.

Bobby got out of bed and picked up his phone. He had eight missed calls, three voicemails and a half dozen texts. The last two or three texts caught his eye. They were from Kady.

"I can't stand it anymore," one read. "You're never fucking here! I can't take it. I can't. You promised me this time and you still didn't show up."

An ache grew in the pit of Bobby's stomach as his eyes quickly scanned down the rest of the message.

"We're through - fucking through!" Kady said at the end.

Bobby figured that was coming. He and Kady had broken up twice before, but it was the next text from his buddy Andy that sent him into a rage...

"Dude, WTF are you doing?? Kady told everybody you guys were done and her and Jimmy have been all over each other all night."

She fucked Jimmy. Bobby was at home and his girlfriend fucked one of his best friends.

"FUUUUCCCKK," Bobby yelled at the top of his lungs. Heather jumped back as Bobby threw his phone across the room. It caught the corner of his desk and shattered into a half dozen pieces.

"Bobby, calm the FUCK down! What are you doing?!" Heather screamed.

"IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT!" he yelled, thrusting his finger at her with each word. "KADY FUCKED JIMMY AND IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT!"

"You watch yourself right there!" Heather screamed back.

"IT'S YOUR FUCKING F--"

Bobby never saw it coming, but it shut him up immediately. Heather smacked him flush across the face. It burned a hot red color. Bobby was stunned. As often as they fought, Heather had never hit him. He saw the fury in her eyes. She went to smack him again, but Bobby easily caught her hand this time. He gripped her right wrist hard and forcefully brought it down to his side.

"Not so talkative now are we?" Heather asked, breathing hard. Bobby was still speechless. Heather took a step forward and brought her other hand up to smack him. Bobby caught it too and forced it back down. Heather took another step forward and Bobby moved back. He started to speak, but his heels bumped into the base of one wall and he held his tongue. Heather kept moving forward, cornering Bobby as his ass and shoulders came to rest against the wall.

"What's a matter Bobby? I thought you were a man, talking to me like that," she growled.

Bobby felt something wet on his chest and looked down. Heather's cleavage mushroomed up and out of her little cover-up, and her wet tits caused his own shirt to dampen as she moved against him.

Heather started to move her arms, but Bobby's hands never left her wrists. He never softened his grip. She moved her hands up and Bobby's hands went with them. Bobby felt as Heather's hands traveled up her thighs, up her abs. When she got to the bottom of her breasts, Bobby felt his dick start to thicken. Heather felt it too. Bobby finally looked up, but he didn't see anger in her eyes anymore. He saw something else.

"You think you're man enough to talk to me like that?" she said again, her voice barely a whisper, husky with lust.

Bobby hardly heard her.

Heather looked into Bobby's eyes and then cupped her tits. She massaged them, the knuckles of her hands rubbing into Bobby's chest. She breathed hard. Bobby's cock strained against his shorts, and then jutted straight up, up and out, covered only by his thin t-shirt. Every movement his stepmom made felt electric. Heather then put her hands on Bobby's chest. Bobby felt them, his stomach tightened as they slid down, past his stomach, down the outside of his thighs. He thrust into her slightly. Heather moaned. Then she gripped Bobby's thighs hard, massaging them roughly through the mesh.

His cock surged. He had never been harder in all his life. Bobby was afraid to look. His breathing ragged, he held his head to the side, eyes closed, but made no move to get away. The fact that it was his hated stepmom doing this to him hardly registered.

Then he felt one of Heather's hands reach higher, leaving his thigh as she slowly ran it up the inside of his leg. Then without warning, she cupped his balls hard, massaging them up and into the base of his cock as it surged again.

Bobby groaned loudly.

Heather took another small step forward, closing the distance between them further. Bobby opened his eyes and looked down. Her tits looked as big as he ever remembered them. Heather's lips hovered inches away from his own. Her tiny hand found his massive cock and her fingers latched on. She continued her rough, deep massage, squeezing his dick tight between her fingers as she worked her way up the full length of the shaft.

"Are you Bobby? Are you man enough?" Heather whispered into his ear, giving it a playful lick and nibble as her fingers finally wrapped around the head of his cock.

"Oh God." Bobby groaned again as precum leaked out of his cock and a small wet stain started to form through his shirt.

Heather simply smiled. She lowered her hand, snaking it up and under Bobby's shirt until she found his bare cock. Bobby shuddered. A solid two inches plus his fat cock head were sticking out of his pants and Heather's hand went to work. She massaged his cock again, more softly this time, paying extra attention to the sensitive purple knob.

"Are you man enough?" Heather asked again, standing up on her toes so her huge tits rubbed up Bobby's chest and then scraped back down gradually.

Heather grabbed Bobby's hand while she continued to stroke his cock. She guided his hand underneath her black mini skirt and to the front of her silky black panties.

"Feel how wet I am," she said, pushing his fingers into the crotch of her panties. Bobby could smell the tequila on her breath. Bobby shuttered as his fingers felt Heather's wet pussy for the first time. His stepmother was dripping. He felt her slit through the smooth material and traced down it once before moving the fabric aside.

Now it was Heather's turn to gasp as Bobby rubbed her naked slit and plunged a fingertip into her eager pussy.

She grabbed his wrist, causing Bobby to look down at what he was doing. He was fingering his stepmom's cunt while she jacked off the tip of his enormous cock.

Heather eased his hand out from under her skirt and brought it to his face. Bobby thought he did something wrong, but then Heather leaned forward and sucked each one of his fingers herself, licking her own juices off with long deliberate licks, staring into his eyes the entire time. It was the most erotic moment of Bobby's life.

Heather leaned into him, lips turned up toward his ear.

"Are you man enough -- to fuck your stepmommy?" she asked in a whisper, and Bobby's eyes went wide.

His cock jumped in her hand and Heather had her answer. She slowly crawled down his body until she was on her knees, never letting go of his massive dick.

Finally she tore her hands away from him briefly, yanking down his shorts in one rough tug that caused Bobby's cock to spring out and bob lewdly in front of her face. She took hold of the shaft at its base, her fingers barely wrapping around it.

Bobby looked down. His stepmom was staring right back at him. She brushed her hair back out of her eyes and slowly leaned forward.

She opened her mouth wide, taking the width of Bobby's big cock between her lips. She bit softly, playfully at the head of his cock, squeezing it lightly between her teeth. Bobby groaned again. Then Heather slowly let another two inches slide into her mouth. She raked the underside of his dick with her teeth and jacked the base with her hand.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Bobby groaned.

Heather jacked him harder and swirled her tongue around his cock. She then grabbed his ass and forced as much of his cock down her throat as she could take. She bobbed on his cock several times until she could feel his balls tighten.

Then, all of a sudden, Heather stopped.

Bobby's dick slid out of her lips with a pop and she stood up, her hand still wrapped around his shaft. She jacked him once more with a long, deliberate stroke.

"No, Bobby. You're not man enough to fuck me," she said with a leer.

And with that, she walked out of his room, leaving Bobby half slumped against the wall, his shorts around his ankles and a massive erection bobbing from his waist.

As Bobby watched his stepmother's tight ass turn outside his door and walk away, a huge glob of her saliva stretched from his cock and fell to the floor.

He closed his eyes and slumped to the floor.

"What the fuck just happened?"



Are You Mine?



Unreal. 

Evangeline. Such an ethereal name, suiting her exterior, with her small body, porcelain skin, and platinum hair. She was...angelic. Such a good girl, getting the best grades in her class, and although she was quiet, she was always polite. The perfect, southern-belle little girl. 

Her family had gone on vacation, but because of scheduling issues on the plane, she came home on a different flight, only an hour before theirs. Except their flight had been laid over a few states away, and they wouldn't be home until the next two days. 

Of course, all the blinds and windows were shut, but Evangeline, rarely ever having privacy, had all the doors in the house open, enjoying her lonesome. She had loud rock music playing from her speakers, something she could never do when her family was home, and was lost in her own world of the sexy lyrics rolling around her room. She was lying on top of her bed, in what she considered to be a scandalous, dark grey lacy underwear set, slowly teasing herself. She liked masturbating, but she knew she could only warm up. She had never cum alone, she could only orgasm with someone else. And even then, she had to be aroused in just the right way, with her own devilish fantasies playing in her head. 

She was so focused on herself, the feeling of her fingers gently pressing her slit through the cloth, the way her nipples got erect even underneath the fabric. Combined with the loud music, she didn't even hear the front door open, the footsteps on the stairs. When she opened her eyes, intent on taking off her panties, and saw him smirking at her from her door way, she screamed shortly from surprise and ripped her hand away. 

He laughed, shaking his head. 
"Holy shit, Evan, I didn't know you listened to Nirvana." He walked into her room and lowered the volume on her speakers. 
"Oh my god." She stated, mortified and covering herself. 

Jasper wasn't the average boy next door. He had black hair that always fell into his eyes, tattoos that sleeved his left arm, and a hard, muscled physique. His voice was deep and a little scratchy, and no matter what he said, he sounded confident, like he knew something that you didn't. He was the rocker that she had always had a small crush on, especially when he would simply smile at her when he came over to hang out with her brother. They had known each other since they were small, and they were close in a neighborly way, despite rarely ever having full conversations. And for some odd reason, she had fantasized about him before, always imagining that he would be kinky, kind of possessive. Strangely, that turned her on. A lot. 

But she was a good girl, and good girls didn't think about bad things like that. 

He had been coming over for the past week they've been away, watering the plants and feeding the cat and such. She vaguely remembered her dad telling her that he would still be coming over today, and knew that they wouldn't be home until tomorrow night or the day after. How could she forget? Not knowing what to do, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make everything go away. 

"Jasper..." She trailed off, too humiliated to form coherent thoughts. 
"Evan..." He mimicked, obviously enjoying her embarrassment. 
"Please...just..." 
"Touch you?" He offered. "Let you finish? Help you out?" 
"No!" She said suddenly, causing him to give her his signature, crooked smile. "Jasper, please get out. This... This didn't happen." 
He shook his head, grinning at her frantic state. 
"Please, you can't tell anyone about this." 
"Relax." He said, amused. "You don't have to worry about your daddy finding out his perfect little angel likes to touch herself with all the doors open." 

Her face burned red. She kept her eyes shut tight, trying to figure out what to do. The idea to scream at him to leave didn't even cross her mind in the panicked haze. He had her hypnotized. 

"Keep going, if you want. I want to watch you." He reached back and closed the door, locking it, then walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. 
She pulled her knees up to her chest to hide herself more. She wanted to run, do something, anything, but it was like he had her paralyzed with his gaze. She felt cornered, like a small animal, and if she made any sudden move, he might pounce. 
"You were putting on a real show." He said calmly. "You look sexy like that, with your knees up and your legs spread, your tits pushed out and your panties soaked through. What were you even doing?" 
Her blush was furious, and she couldn't believe her situation. 
"Were you just teasing yourself? Letting yourself get all needy?" 
She blinked at him. 
"Come on, Evan, answer me." He coaxed slightly, though his voice had a new, soft demanding quality that she had never heard before. 
She nodded. 
"Were you even going to get yourself off? Or are your little fingers not even enough for you?" 
She shook her head blankly. 
"That's kind of hot. Do you want some help?" He smirked. 
"No," She said, regaining her senses. "Jasper, please get out, this never happened." 
"So you don't want me to touch you?" 
"No," 
"Fucking liar," He laughed, before leaning in closer to her, laying a hand on her knee. "I've seen you looking at me. I'm not like any other guy you've been with. I bet you've even thought about me before." He fixed his gaze on her lips and kept closing the gap between them until their foreheads were almost touching. 
"I've thought about you." He whispered secretively, before closing the distance between their mouths. 

Her mind was racing as he kissed her. He was so passionate, his mouth burning against hers. She realized then that she did want him, even though it was so incredibly unreal. He held her against him, taking control of her. She felt herself getting wet; she had never been kissed like this before. She kissed him back gently, sweetly, the only way she knew how. But the sweeter her kisses became, the rougher his were in return. He ravaged the inside of her mouth, and she let him. Honestly, she would have let him do anything he wanted. 

They shifted again so that they were both half lying down, and half propped up on the head board. She was lying on top of him. She was trying to squeeze her legs together in a way he wouldn't notice, but when he did, he pulled one of her legs over his lap so that she was sort of straddling him, liking that he could easily intensify her adorable frustration. 

It turned more into necking and touching. When his mouth fixed on her neck, she had to shut her eyes and grit her teeth to keep from moaning. She was positive that he left a hickey, but wasn't even concerned. When he moved back up to kiss her on the mouth, she trailed kisses up his jawline. Steadily, softly, his breathing deepened. She experimentally nibbled at his ear. 

"Fuck," He responded. 
"Too hard?" She asked, worried and embarrassed. 
"No," He assured her. "Just didn't know you were like that." 
Before she could say anything, he connected their mouths again, his tongue pressing against hers. With one hand, he unclasped her bra and it slipped off her shoulders. 

Jesus Christ, he can take off a bra faster than me, she thought. 

Reflexively, she pulled away and covered herself with her hands, blushing. He smiled and grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pulling them down and kissing her again. 

"Are you okay?" He whispered. 
"Are you?" She asked in return. 
He smirked at her, sending sparks through her abdomen. 

Then he let his eyes travel to her breasts. 
"God, I always thought you were beautiful." 
She looked away bashfully, and he released her wrists, using both his hands to feel her chest. Her breasts were small, but not childishly so. She still had a shape, just more adjusted to her size. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, and she was aroused by the fact that she was nearly naked and he was still fully clothed. It felt like he had more control over her that way. That, she liked, but at the same time, she wanted to feel him, too. 

She tugged at the bottom of his tee shirt. Wordlessly, he grabbed the black garment from behind his neck and pulled it over his head, which, in her opinion, was always the hottest way for a guy to take off his shirt. 

They continued kissing, their bare chests occasionally touching. Her fingers were delicately caressing his muscled torso. His hands were deftly gripping her tits, teasing her nipples with a purpose. Unable to squeeze her legs together for relief, she started lightly humping against him, able to feel his erection through his jeans. The denim was rough enough to feel through the wet, thin fabric covering her mound. He reached a hand down and rubbed his fingers over her slit. 

She gasped. He pulled away, smiling arrogantly. 

"You're soaked." He noted, cupping his hand over her panties. 
She pulled herself off of him, eyes wide, and attempted to cover herself with her arms again. 
"Jasper, we should stop before this gets too...heated." 
"Weren't you the one touching yourself when I walked in?" He questioned. "I know you're turned on, and you said yourself that you can't get yourself off..." 
She glanced down, ashamed. 
He stroked her cheek with his thumb, his dark eyes sweet and protecting. 
"Just let me take care of you." 
She blinked, then nodded. 
"So," He started, already too egotistical. He lowered his voice to a slight stage whisper. "Has anyone ever tasted you...?" He rubbed circles over her panties with his thumb. "Here?" 
She blushed furiously, and he stroked her cheek. 
"Come on," He prompted. 
She shook her head and hid her face. 

Chuckling darkly, he pushed her back on the bed and kissed her. She felt her excitement grow as he kissed her neck again, sucking a bit, and continued laying hot, open mouth kisses down her chest. He stopped and sucked on a nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. She sucked in her bottom lip, trying not to make a sound. He flicked his tongue over the hardened peak until her hips were rolling up into his abdomen. He kissed down her body, once more, occasionally stopping to lick, suck, or bite at a certain place. She felt the kind of nervous excitement she always got at the top of a roller coaster. 

He coaxed her legs apart, and moved so that he was laying down on his stomach, with his arms under her legs and his head between her thighs. He kissed the wet spot on her underwear, then stroked over it lightly with his fingers. He licked over the fabric, and pressed on all the right places. He lifted her legs and peeled away her panties, before stuffing them in his pocket and winking at her. She didn't have enough time to comment before he was licking the side of her pussy, tasting them and teasing them. He found her clit quickly. He spread her lips with his thumbs, and kissed around her clit, but not on it. Eventually she couldn't help herself and she cried out, jutting her hips, trying to get him to take her in his mouth. 

He smirked. "What do you want me to do?" He asked. 
She whined. "Jasper..." 
"Tell me what you want me to do." He said, that teasing but demanding tone back again. 
"Please...touch me...there." 
"Where?" He asked, lightly stroking up and down her pussy. 
She groaned. "You know where." 
"I think you need to beg me for it." He blew cold air over her slit. 
"Jasper!" She cried, frustrated. 
"Come on, Evan, beg me for it. I already have you where I want you." 
She caught her breath. 

"Please make me cum." She pleaded him, not meeting his eyes. "Please, just touch me." 
"But weren't you teasing yourself?" He questioned. 
"Jasper, please!" She begged. "Please I need you!" 

He locked eyes with her as he kissed up her pussy, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped at the new sensation. He closed his lips around her engorged little bud and started to suck on it. She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her mouth down, trying to stay quiet. He kept looking up at her face as he pleasured her clit until he pulled away. 

"You can moan for me." He said. "Don't be embarrassed." 
Fittingly, she looked away, embarrassed. 
He rubbed circles over her clit with the pad of his thumb. 
"Really, it's sexy. Everything you do is sexy." 

When she didn't respond, he seemingly gave up and went back to kissing and sucking at her most intimate place. She had neat, pink labia, with a small but currently swollen clit that he was having fun toying with. He was right when he said he had her right where he wanted her. She was admittedly putty in his hands, and he was always the dominating one. He progressively got rougher with her, more intense as he lightly bit down on her clit. A small whine escaped her lips. 

He looked up at her and smirked. 
"It's okay, I can make you scream for me." He casually stated. 

To punctuate this, he began to really work on her. Jasper sucked on her clit hard as he teased and rubbed her pussy with his finger. With his other hand, he reached up and moved her hand to play with her breast, then pinched her nipples more, adding to her arousal. He tilted his head slightly, increasing the suction on her clit. She had been making small mewling noises as he worked over her, grinding against his tongue and his fingers. She cried out when he pushed a finger into her. He knew what he was doing, and had complete control over her. He pumped his finger in and out of her pussy, and he could feel how tight she was, squeezing hard even on one finger. He wondered why she couldn't get herself off before. If she was so tight, even her little fingers should have been enough to stretch her out. Or maybe he was just good at this. He smirked at the thought. 

When he pushed another finger into her, she went mad, moaning and humping his face and his hand. He could feel how close she was from the way she was tightening up even more. 

She cried out more. 

"Jasper..." She moaned. 
"Cum in my mouth." He said against her clit, and she could feel his voice like a vibrator. He noticed this, and quietly murmured and hummed against her pussy. 

Soon after, with his fingers, his tongue, and the vibration of his voice, she started to cum. 

"Jasper!" She cried. 
He continued to finger her, making her ride out her orgasm for as long as she could. 
"That's right, Angel, say my name." 
"Oh my god, Jasper!" She moaned loudly, louder than he had ever heard her before. 
He moved up to kiss her as she came back down, still lightly rubbing her pussy. 

When her breathing steadied, she leaned against him, her face showing all of her orgasmic bliss. Her grey eyes were slightly dazed, lost behind her mile long, dark eye lashes. Blonde hair was in disarray behind her head like a halo, shining and soft. He stroked her hair as he held her tight against him, their chests pressing together. 

"You called me Angel." She breathed. 
"Yeah, I did." He noted. 
"You haven't called me that since elementary school." 
"It suits you." He said. It was romantic, sweet. She had never known him to be like that before. 

She leaned in and kissed him, and he lazily explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She tasted herself and blushed slightly. 

Then, sweetly, she kissed down his body like he had done with her. She pulled his arm so that he was sitting on the edge of bed, and then moved to kneel in front of him. 

"Shit, Evan, you don't have to." He said, although both of them knew he didn't really mean it. 

Wordlessly, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off with his boxers. He kicked them off and threw them into the growing pile of their clothes. 

She tried to hide her stunned reaction. He was bigger than she had seen before. However, he saw the initial shock on her face and smirked. Although he was already hard, she lightly stroked up his cock with the tips of her fingers. He swallowed hard. 

"I think you need to beg me for it." She taunted as she gently stroked the side of his cock. 
"Fuck yourself." He responded, his eyes shut with concentration. 
She tightened her grip around him, moving her hand up and down. She continued to do this until she was sure he wasn't watching her anymore. She planned to move in when he looked away, but when he didn't, she leaned in and swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick anyway. His eyes shot open and he gawked at her as she slowly took his whole dick into her mouth. 

"Fuck." He groaned. 

It was thick and a good six and a half inches long. She didn't think she would be able to swallow it, but she was good at holding her breath. The trick was to relax the throat and breathe through the nose. She sucked with fervor, trying to make him cum. She wanted to make him cum faster than anyone else had ever made him cum, and she found that to be an odd goal that she didn't even care about. He started thrusting into her throat. 

"Fuck." He repeated, his voice cracking slightly. She smiled inwardly, knowing he was close, but he quickly pulled out of her. 
She looked up at him, confused, but he ignored the look and nearly picked her up, lying her on the bed. 

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, rubbing her still-sensitive clit. 
She shook her head. 
"Well, is this okay?" 
"Yes," She nodded, knowing it probably wouldn't have affected him either way. 

He lined himself up and slowly entered her soft, wet heat. 

Both of them moaned. She was so tight and warm around him. He stretched her so much that it was a little painful for the both of them. She clung to him tightly when he had fully sheathed himself with her. 

"Been a while, Angel?" He asked lowly. 
"Just give me a second to get used to it." 

It took her a few seconds but, when she ground her hips up to his, he knew it was okay to move again. 

"God, you're basically a virgin." He said a little huskily as he smoothly thrust into her. 
She didn't trust her voice, so she pulled herself up to kiss him.

He plundered her mouth with his tongue, trying to get as close to her as he could. Their chests were touching, arms wound tightly around each other. Then, shyly, she wrapped a small, smooth leg around his waist. He smiled a bit crookedly at her flushed face and grabbed her other leg, pulling it around him as well. In response to this, she sweetly kissed his neck, sucking gently in some areas. 

When she pulled away, he reached down and toyed with her vulnerable clit. After a few rubs, just the way she liked it, she gasped and bit her lip to unsuccessfully stifle a loud whine. She clenched tightly against him, and they both knew she was about to come. He pulled out completely, and then surged back through her. She cried out as it sent her over the edge. 

"Jasper," She moaned his name once more as he rubbed her nipples and her pussy. "Oh my god." 
"That's right, cum for me." 
"Jasper!" She repeated, moaning and writhing with pleasure beneath him. 

He was trying hard not to come, wanting to try something else before he did. 

When she calmed down a bit, he pulled out and sat with his back to the headboard. Embarrassment filled her. 

"I've never..." 
"Angel," He said, a domineering note to his soft voice. "Ride me." 

How could she argue with that? She hesitantly climbed onto him. He moved her legs so that she was straddling right over his fully erect cock. 

"I'm a little sensitive." She said, obviously trying to stall time. 
"Good." He said seriously. "I want you to be." 

Right then, all she wanted was to be what he wanted. So she braced herself on his chest, his hands guiding her hips, and slowly sank down on his cock. He groaned, and she smiled inwardly. She rocked herself back and forth. He gripped her hips tighter and quickened her pace, slamming her harder onto his cock as her breasts bounced before him. Her moans mixed with the music. Now the Artic Monkeys playing along with her pleasure. He moved his mouth up to her neck, sucking and kissing her, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. She felt her orgasm building quickly, but was too sensitive to go over the edge yet. 




Are You Mine?



"Fuck," He breathed. "Fucking come, Angel." 
She whimpered his name. "I can't." 

He reached his arms around her waist and suddenly flipped them over so he was on top again. He pounded her pussy hard as he reached his hand down and furiously rubbed her clit, looking her in the eye as he felt her muscles contract around him. 

Are you mine? Her stereo crooned. 

The combination of his cock, fingers, and his gaze sky-rocketed her into bliss. 

"Feel that?" He asked breathily. "I did this to you. You're mine, you're fucking mine."

If possible, she became more aroused. She shouted his name, and the feelings of her tight heat massaging his cock sent Jasper over the edge, too. 

"Fuck, Angel," He grunted as his seed shot deep into her. 

He collapsed next to her, both of them shining with sweat and gasping for air. When they eventually caught their breath, Jasper pulled his Angel into his arms and gently kissed the top of her hair. She snuggled into his chest. 

"Will you stay?" She asked him shyly. "No one will be home until tomorrow." 
He grinned at her and pulled her in even closer, her soft skin pressed against his. 
"Sure," He said it casually, but was satisfied in more ways than one. 

He knew that this little angel was his.



Are You My Darcy?



Authors note:

Sadly, this story is basically true, with details modified to protect or enhance the story. I am left wondering: did I lose Darcy or never have her? 

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Are You My Darcy?

I lost her - my Darcy. Not like losing a pen or car keys. I had Darcy and I lost her.

Maybe if I describe her you can help me find her again...

Darcy is a shoulder-length brunette with sultry, sexy, come fuck me now brown eyes. Her eyes were innocent too - when she wanted -- and icy hard at other times. Fortunately, I almost never saw the icy look because Darcy was sugar-sweet. In more ways than one. I've eaten a bunch of pussy in my life and Darcy's was the sweetest of all. She was so wet, came so much all over, squirted sometimes too. We laughed about the puddles she made and who would sleep in the wet spot. Her asshole was sweet too - I loved rimming her and would drive her crazy when I fingered her pussy while sucking her asshole.

I miss her so much, my Darcy. She would always say she needed to lose 10 pounds and I would always tell her how I loved her curves. I miss her 5'3" (she'd say 5'5") of perfect body (for me) wrapped around my face, head, cock, hands or whatever I put in her. "As long as it feels good, babe", I could do whatever I wanted to her. She'd beg for my cock, deep throat my 7", swallow my cum, and kiss me afterward. She'd suck her own juices off my cock following a good hard pussy fuck. When she wanted something different, she'd ask me to fuck her ass -- hard and deep. She could never get enough ass play. So tight, probably from years of the swim team in high school. Those were intense workouts. 

Darcy liked both holes filled and a Hitachi on her clit too. Nipple clamps for her pert 36c tits and very hard nipples were on our normal menu of kinks along with cuffs, ball gags, spreader bars, dildos, butt plugs, name it. 

Darcy and I were so into sex, we even bought a drill toy, fuck saw, and were saving for a Sybian that I was gonna disguise as a horsey for the baby we were gonna have. Shit, down the road in a few years I was planning on converting part of the basement into our own play room/dungeon. I was going to surprise her with a fully stocked room of sex furniture: St. Michael's cross, spanking bench, wheel of misfortune, and anything else I could think of. 

We would role play all the time too. We'd go out to dinner and she'd misbehave and get punished later. She would wear sexy lingerie or no panties under her skirts or pants. I'd whisper what I had planned for the evening in her ear or cop a feel of tit or ass cheek when no one was watching closely. I'd make her wear wireless vibes in her pussy and turn it on full when she was placing her dinner order. 

We had paddles, crops, and cat o' nine tails for her beautiful tight ass. Or we'd hit a rave and I'd feed her some X and make her want me more. She'd really do anything then with anyone. We took home another girl a couple times for 3-somes and a guy once so I could watch her get nailed. She took us both in all her holes that night and was sore for a few days after. She wasn't put off by another guy, we just couldn't find another one we thought was safe and could deal with our lifestyle. We were very secure together -- no jealously -- and didn't worry about dick size or bigger tits. We just loved the experience and figured get it done before the kid(s) came round.

I remember the one time with Ronnie -- she was a hot number we picked up at a club -- both girls did a double stack of E, and I didn't -- since I was driving. They sucked and fingered each other in my Jeep on the way home, and then the fun started. We did about everything 3 people can do: one of the girls ate out the other while I fucked the eater both in the pussy and ass. Both girls would give me a blowjob together and lick my cum off the others tits. I ate Darcy and Ronnie sat on her face or sucked her hard nipples. We'd do that for a while and switch partners and positions. Ronnie even pulled out Darcy's strap on and fucked us both in turn while we orally serviced the other. My ass had never been so sore or felt so good that night. Sadly, it was a one-timer only -- Ronnie said she loved it, but had a boyfriend and didn't want to mess stuff up.

When we didn't fuck, we did everything else: went to plays, ball games, movies, new places to eat, race tracks, long walks, drove around looking at a home for us. We both worked in the same industry, so we knew some of the bigger names and issues. We always had something to talk about and sometimes stayed up all night just talking about whatever. We'd change topics mid-conversation and discuss/argue/debate about the next topic until we changed again. We'd never totally finish a discussion, but neither cared. We enjoyed each other's company immensely and all the time. Even though we were both mid-30's, it was like being teenagers in love all over again. It was awesome.

I was totally, completely in love with Darcy. For the first time in my life, I found a partner that would do anything with me and loved it. Yeah, we both had friends from before and families and all, but we worked it out. She had a son from a previous marriage and so did I. The boys got on well and we did stuff as a family. Went to the Dells together, I coached both boys teams: mine was baseball, hers was basketball. We went to the games together and I took everyone out for a post game treat. Even our exes got on well with the other. Destiny finally fulfilled for us both?

Then it happened. I can't tell you to this day how it started, who started it, why, when or where, but we got into a fight about something little and it blew up real big. Real big. Nothing physical or anything like that -- we would never hit the other -- but lots of yelling, cussing, screaming, flying accusations, skeletons in our closets, history -- everything came out at once. I walked away to try to defuse the tension and for a mental break, and when I came back she was gone. Only a note was left: "I can't do this. I'm sorry. I love you. Dar"

I figured she was at her apartment so I hightailed it over there, but she wasn't home. I figure she went to her sister's or a friends and tried driving around to every address I knew. Nothing. I tried again the next day and the next. I called her sister, but only voice mail. I tried her at work: sick. I know her parents lived out of state, but didn't have a number or address. I emailed many times, tried Facebook too. Nothing. Nobody knew where she was or wasn't saying. I finally heard that she was abruptly promoted and transferred at work to an office several states away. I don't understand -- I would have gone with her and found a job just to be with her -- it wouldn't matter to me. I just wanted Darcy, everything else would be ok.

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This was 6 months ago and I've never heard from her again. Hard to believe that two people could have so much in common, so many good times, and talk about a future together. I'm guessing that I've lost Darcy for good but I have two big questions: what the hell did I do that was so bad, and will I ever find a Darcy again? Does anyone know my Darcy?



Are You My Dominatrix?



*Before reading this story you should know that is very sexual. I thought I should start up my short series with a big spark. The storyline will broaden within every story though*

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I live in a world of only women, and I absolutely love it. Today was judgment day for everyone that turned 18 in the past month. I went to the room and they questioned me to find out if I am submissive or a dominatrix. I have heard stories about this before. If you turn out to be the submissive one, they have you become the sex slave to a dominatrix and do all of the basic house work during the day while they are all out working.

I got my results back. I was submissive. As I was being sent to the next room, I saw another girl that got dominatrix. They gave her a blue pill to take and all of a sudden, she fell to her knees and looked like she was in extreme agony and pain. All of a sudden she took off her pants and in her panties I saw a bulge expanding. I wanted to see further but I was pushed into the next room by one of the office workers.

She gave me a pink pill and told me to take it and closed the door. From what it looked like, I was in a metal room with a mirror on the other side of me. Afraid as to what happened to the last girl, I dreaded putting the pill in my mouth, but I was afraid as to what would have happened to me if I didn't. I put the pill on my tongue, and swallowed.

Seconds later I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, then it started burning, I fell to my knees. I felt like something was growing inside of me, and another part was being taken out. I took of my pants and panties and saw a slit in between my legs. I touched it and it burned again. From what I could tell, I had a hole drilled in between my legs with 2 coverings. I was astonished. I all of a sudden had a deep desire for it to be filled. I craved something, I crave anything.

I started rubbing it with my fingers, it started producing some sort of liquid. I stayed in that room for what seemed like hours pumping myself with my fingers and starting to moan very loud every now and then when an excess amount of goo would flow out of me. I finally got tired and released myself to laying flat on the ground. There was a big puddle were my juices had all gone and my fingers pruned up that I have been using to fill my hole.

All of the sudden the door opened and the office person came for me and picked me up. I tried to get my clothes and she told me no, that I would not be needing them. All of a sudden I was craving something to fill me again. I wondered what this feeling was.

They took me to another room and sat me down.

"A dominatrix spotted you and liked the looks of you and decided to make you her slave."

"How'd she see me?"

"The room was a showcase, were the mirror was, was actually a window for the newly made, or undecided dominatrixes to look at you. You caught the eyes of a dominatrix of 3 months that hasn't decided on a slave. Until now. My job is to fill you in with specifics. You are probably confused as to what transformation you just went through," she touched my hole, "this is a pussy. All submissive slaves have them, they will be filled by what there dominatrix grew, which is called a cock. You will do as your dominatrix tells you to do and you will love it." The lady left the room and all of a sudden another girl came in.

"Hello," she said.

I was still confused as to what is going on. "Hi?"

"I am Alisa. But you may call me master or mistress."

"Are you my dominatrix?"

She came over to me and started feeling my chest. 

"Take this pill." If this was indeed my dominatrix, I did not want to disappoint her so early in our relationship. I took the pill and swallowed. All of a sudden my chest and pussy started burning. I felt as if my pussies hole was shrinking inside of me and my breasts started growing larger and larger until they were almost four times in size. 

She giggle, "I love a nice tight pussy and big, sensitive breasts." She lifted up my shirt and started tweaking my nipples. It hurt yet felt so good and had my pussy burning with desire. Next she put a collar and leash on me and had me follow her out of the room and main room and onto the street on my hands and knees. She allowed me to get off the floor here and had me follow her to her car and had me sit in the back. "Take off all of your clothes," she directed. I did as she said.

The excitement of the situation had my nipples fully erect and my pussy as wet as ever. I realized that this is the happiest I have ever been.

We got to her house that all dominatrixes were distributed after leaving there parents house and ushered me inside. There were 3 rooms. The kitchen, her room, and my room/play room. At my old house, there was a kitchen, my parents master room, the room were they played with each other, and my room. I assumed our house would also be upgraded if my dominatrix decided we would have a kid. 

My parents taught me about this a few years back when I turned 16. If the dominatrix so desired, she would send her slave to the clinic to be impregnated but they never went into much detail after that. Whatever/however it is done, it sounds like it hurts.

"Welcome to your new home. You are not allowed out of this house for no reason at all unless I give you permission or for whatever reason you think I am hurt. You are not allowed to leave the play room unless you are cooking, cleaning, or am doing something I asked you to do around the house or outside of the house, is that understood?"

"Yes master."

"If I catch you not following these rules, you will be punished, is that understood?"

"Yes master."

"Good, now I am not sure if you were properly trained in cooking or not so I have something already whipped up for supper, but I expect you to make breakfast for us tomorrow morning and lunch to bring to me at the office. I will bring dinner home, do you understand?"

"Yes master."

"Ok, you learn really fast," she smiled and gave my breast a squeeze, "your homework for tonight is to read the two cook books on the counter. I like everything in them except for the things crossed out so you can cook whatever you think you would be best at and that you would also like tomorrow and for lunch."

"Yes master."

She giggled, "To be honest, I am not to sure what makes me a dominatrix, I have been pondering the past 3 months whether I should retake the test or not, but I came to the conclusion that I just like to boss people around and that's what divides the line," she stepped closer to me and starting rubbing the upper part of my pussy which had my head spinning, "plus I do like to take advantage of little girls such as yourself. You like it when I play with your clit like that don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

She laughed. "Go into the play room." Her hand left my pussy and I was instantly saddened but I did what she asked me to do. 

I saw a bed and some machines around the sides of the room that I saw in my old house whenever the door was cracked open. I only dared to go in once and then my dominatrix parent spanked the spunk out of me and I never dared to do it again. My submissive parent just stood there. Now I could actually explore a little bit but didn't have much time because my master came in shortly after me.

"On the bed," she said. I got on and waited for more instruction. She started to take off her clothes and I was surprised to what was on her, I am guessing it was a cock that the other lady was telling my about. It looked about 9 inches long and an inch and a half thick all around. All of a sudden my pussy burned in desire for it, she saw and giggled again. All of a sudden it started twitching and was straight up and seemed as if it grew taller!

She walks towards me and pushes me on my back and gets on top of me.

"I know this is going to be your first time with a dick shoved up your pussy, so I am going to take the loss of your virginity nice and carefully. Just know that from now on, I am going to be a little rougher.

She spread my legs and put the head of your cock up against my pussy and rubbed it in. I started moaning and trying to hump it and get it in. Finally I felt it approach my hole and realized that there is no way she could possibly fit it in me. I look at her with big eyes, she smiled at me, kissed my forehead, and all of a sudden shoved it in my pussy. I screamed, arched my back and moaned and she just kept it there until I finally calmed down.

It was in there a moment longer and then she started to take it out, I was happy and depressed at the same time until she started going further inside of me again. I felt like she was tricking me.

"You like it when I slow fuck you don't you?"

I just realized what she was doing was called fucking. I nodded my head yes and all of a sudden she started picking up the pace a little.

"You can't get enough of my cock can you?"

"No mistress." All of a sudden she was ramming me with super strength like when she first shoved it into me except it was a continuous fucking movement.

"I'm going to cum inside of your little cunt." Next thing I know a thick and gooey liquid spurts from the tip of her cock into my pussy, this must be cum.

She withdrew her cock that was now back to normal size from my pussy.

"How'd you like your first fuck?"

"I loved it mistress!" The fire burning sensation was gone from my pussy and for the first time in hours I felt normal.

"The pill I gave you will have you craving my cock every couple of hours and the longer you go without it, the more you will want it. Which means you'll be craving a fuck the most in the morning and at night. But you haven't felt the best feeling yet."

All of a sudden her face was in between my legs, her tongue on my pussy, more specifically on the spot she called clit. It felt even more amazing then when she was fucking my pussy. I soon had a burning feeling in my tummy and started squirming.

"I give you permission to cum." As soon as she said that the liquid that came out of me earlier in the room came out again and I started moaning like crazy.

"Your clit stimulates an amazing orgasm," she said. I'm guessing that moaning like crazy stuff is called an orgasm, "that will be good for future information. With that she left the room and came back with an outfit. "Go shower and then put this on."

I took the outfit and went to shower, I got out and put the outfit on which turned out to be a lather suit with an opening were my pussy is and a tail were my but is. There was also a headband with cat ears. I walked to the kitchen and as soon as she saw me she smiled and said, "My little pussy, oh what fun we will have together."

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Well guys, I hope you enjoyed the story, it's my first and I plan on making more. :D