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Frisked

By: docpayne



"Freeze bitch." Detective Hoffman said as he pointed his 9mm at Amanda Young.

Detective Hoffman knew Amanda pretty well. He had collared her on a few drug charges before. Usually working with her friend Cecil. This time Cecil had run from the scene of the hospital though and left Amanda behind. The tires of Cecils van screeched as he escaped in a hurry. Leaving Amanda to run until Hoffman caught her panting, sweaty, and out of breath. 

"I got you this time...fucking bitch." Hoffman said gasping for breath. Amanda tried to run but Hoffman had caught her quick. Still the sprint had left him tired. And he didn't like having to chase people. The other police were back at the hospital where some other scene was taking place. From his radio he caught something about a robbery involving a woman who worked at the clinic. A Jill Tuck. During the getaway Cecil slammed the door into her stomach and the problem was Miss Tuck was pregnant. Now they didn't know if the baby would make it. The scumbags always ruin it for everybody Hoffman thought. He had Amanda but he wanted Cecil the real mastermind.

It was really a shame thought Hoffman as he grabbed Amanda rough by the wrists and forced her against the wall. He pressed his large frame against her pinning her against the wall and breathed in her ear "I know what you did Amanda." It's such a shame that this girl with the hot little figure and sweet curves was with a guy like Cecil. A definite mismatch. Such a fucking waste.

"Stay up against that wall and spread your legs. I'm going to search you." Hoffman ordered.

Amanda spread her arms out against the wall and did as she was told. Arching her nice little ass up in the air and spreading those long legs apart for the detective. He ran his fingers and hands along and around both ankles. Working his way up her legs and all over her body. All the way up to her crotch probing her for weapons. She was scared and shaking but as his hands touched her thighs and higher places Amanda could feel her pussy begin to get moist. Hoffman was so strong and in charge and she thought maybe she imagined it that his hands stopped a little too long in her crotch.

Those same strong hands worked their way up her waist and all around her sides. A shudder went through her as his hands rubbed up her shirt and his hands stopped cupping her nice tight little breasts in his hands.

"Nothing hidden on you." Said Detective Hoffman removing his hands suddenly as if it was an afterthought or that he had done it subconsciously. Amanda by this time was really turned on though and pressed up against the detective. "What do you think you're doing?" asked Hoffman as she pressed her body against his feeling his huge cock that had started to harden through his pants. She wanted it inside of her so bad. It was so much bigger than Cecils and Hoffman was so rough. She thought he might fuck her really rough too. She loved that. She wanted it pounded in and out of her.

Amandas lips met Hoffmans and he didn't resist. Her tongue pushed forward into his mouth and Hoffman kissed her back passionately. Lifting her off the ground and thrusting her against the brick wall with his now throbbing hard cock. 

"Fuck me Hoffman. Fuck the shit out of me." she begged. As she lifted her shirt up over her head and casually tossed it on the ground. Hoffman looked at her with an intense look and grabbed her hair. 

"I'll fuck you you little bitch but then you're going to tell me where Cecil went." Hoffman said. "Oh anything. Please. Just fill me with cum. Your dick is so big. So big." Amanda gasped. "It's big huh." said Detective Hoffman fumbling with his zipper. "Suck this big dick." He forced her face against his underwear. Her lips and tongue rubbed on and sucked at his dick through the underwear. "Give it to me. Put it in my mouth. I want it." Amanda said.

Hoffman pulled down his underwear then. His huge 11 inch cock sprang out and bounced around as Amanda eyed it greedily. Still holding her hair he pushed the dick forward into her face. Her mouth opened hungrily as she tried to grab it with her lips but Hoffman pulled it back while holding her hair. He slapped her across the face and lips with the dick. "Beg for it Amanda. Lick my balls first." he commanded and she buried her face in his balls licking and sucking. He pulled her head back again and said. "Ok good. Now suck it."

Amanda took the head gently into her mouth the lips working their magic all over the mushroom head. Her tongue licked the top of the shaft and the opening as Hoffman popped the dick out of her mouth and slapped her with it again. He put it back into her mouth and Amanda started moving her head back and forth along it. She could barely get it halfway down before that huge dick made her gag. But she wanted it all. She wanted to feel his big balls slapping off her chin and that huge cock all the way down her throat. She pulled her mouth away and spit all over the big cock. Strings of spit hanging down off the cock and Hoffmans balls as well as off her chin. 

She could feel it touch her tonsils as she tried to push more and more in. Hoffman grabbed her head and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. She gagged as the girth filled her mouth and her gag reflex activated. Tears streamed down her eyes as Hoffman pulled his dick out and slimy spit dripped down off of his cock and Amandas chin. He grabbed her head and pushed the dick two thirds of the way in. Amanda gagged as Hoffman held her head and forced more of the cock down her throat. "Relax your throat" commanded Hoffman. It was almost all the way. Amanda coughed as more spit ran down from the cock and Hoffman thrust the dick all the way down her throat. He held it buried all the way down her throat as Amandas eyes got big and she adjusted to it.

Hoffman pulled it back an inch and then buried it again to the balls holding her head and filling her throat with dick. Amandas eyes watered and she relaxed. It was so fucking big and she loved being fucked rough. Wetness dripped from her panties. She needed that cock inside of her so bad. Hoffman fucked her face and then withdrew his cock and spun her roughly and bent her over. He fumbled and unzipped her pants and dropped panties and all to her ankles.

Hoffman spread her sweet little ass cheeks and spit all over her pussy and asshole. His fingers rubbed the spit into her tight little hole that was so wet with anticipation. He pushed one finger then two and finally three up inside her, withdrew then and put them in her mouth. "Taste that fucking girl cum" he said as she licked his fingers clean.

He put one hand on her shoulder and held her hair in the other as he pressed that giant dick against her tiny little pussy. He thrust the dick against it once and it was so tight the dick just pushed against the hole. She moaned in pleasure as Hoffman pumped that big dick again and again against her fuck hole. The head slipped inside her as she gasped and Hoffman pumped. It slipped a little further in her and she collapsed against the wall. His thrusting hips and cock held her up against the wall. Her feet came off the ground as he gave a hard thrust pushing one third of the dick into her. It stretched her so much. She thought her tight little hole might break from the size of it.

Hoffman pumped the cock in and out rough deeper and deeper. She moaned and cried out in pain as it went in and out of her tiny vaginal hole. Her muscles cried out as she wrapped her arms around Hoffman and gasped for breath. He grabbed her little hips and pushed that whole 11 inches deep inside of Amanda. Her breath came in gasps as that huge dick went in and out of her and his balls slapped off of her ass. He pumped in and out of her faster and faster as her pussy tightened and she orgasmed and her juices ran down all over his dick and down her long legs. "Oooooooooooooh fuck. Ooooooooh yes. Fuck me. Cum inside of me." she cried as Hoffman shook her little body with his quick thrusts.

His cock hardened and was rock hard as he grunted and shot a massive load of cum all up the length of his dick and deep inside her dripping wet pussy. He held it all the way inside her as his dick pulsed and pumped every last drop of his huge load of cum deep inside her. Amandas pussy tightened around his dick and contracted as another orgasm rocked her body. A mixture of Hoffman cum and Amandas girl cum ran down Amandas sweet little pussy lips and onto Hoffmans balls. He pulled out of her and grabbed her hair pushing her face down near his dick and balls.

"Clean my balls off" he commanded as she sucked the cum off of his cock and balls. "Swallow it" he added and she opened her mouth to show him the cum and ran her tongue through it. She swallowed it greedily and took his semi erect dick into her mouth and sucked more cum out of it and cleaned the shaft. She then licked and sucked all of the cum off of his balls and swallowed it. His cum tasted so good. She ran her fingers over her little bush and pushed two inside of herself. Cum ran out all over her fingers and she licked it off sucking them clean.

"So Officer. Are you going to take me in?" she purred holding Detective Hoffmans dick in her hand.

"No. I think you're going to help me find Cecil and then I'm going to say I didn't find you. But you're not going anywhere right now Amanda. You're going to be my little fuck slave tonight. I'm taking you back to my apartment and stretching that little pink hole good. I'm going to fuck you all night!"

"Oh god yes. Stretch my little hole" purred Amanda walking with Hoffman back to his car she felt a mixture of their cum run down her leg. His dick stretched her so good. She could get used to this... 

Frisky Business



Being a loan officer wasn't exactly a terrific job, but it had it's perks. I'd been working at this bank since I graduated college, clawing my way up from a teller to eventually a mortgage specialist. I had a facility for numbers, but not much of one for people. The nice part of this job is that I usually only dealt with one or two people at a time unless I was bringing a mortgage before the committee. Lately I'd been fairly busy with the turn in the market, and I'd been working pretty hard. I was, if truth be told, frazzled. I spent all day with client appointments and all night crunching numbers. I had a good track record so I usually found ways to get people into homes. I hoped I wouldn't have to work this job much longer, at thirty-two I was hoping to crack into financial planning and investments soon, the next rung in the corporate ladder, for me at least.

It was a nice spring afternoon, so everybody who had left the office for lunch had told me, I hadn't noticed. I had one more appointment left today before I could leave for the weekend. One Lindsay Wakefield, a young woman looking to purchase a rather expensive home by the looks of the application. She had a solid foundation of investments, a good credit rating. She had seven good years of a fifteen year mortgage on a condominium in the city. I did have a few questions, she appeared to be self employed, it didn't say what she did for work. What ever it was, she was very successful at it. My intercom rang and the receptionist let me know that Miss Wakefield had arrived. I let her know I'd be right out to receive her. I stood, checking that I didn't have any crumbs on my tie, buttoned my jacket and walked down the hall. I checked in at the receptionist's desk where she pointed her out. I looked over to see an impeccably dressed woman with wavy blonde hair and a beautiful oval face, her lower lip pouted slightly as she tapped away on a tablet. She was wearing a gray suit, the skirt cut well above the knee. I scanned further down her lovely legs, next to her feet sat a stylish briefcase. The receptionist cleared her throat softly giving me a sidelong look to inform me I should have made my way over there by now. I gave her a black look, to note I was going.

"Miss Wakefield? I'm Benjamin Sutter." I said holding out my hand. She looked up lifting her eyebrows in quick appraisal before smiling and taking my hand. It was firm like the look in her dark brown eyes. "If you would follow me we can discuss your business with the bank."

"Lead on Mister Sutter." She said with a smile. She slipped her tablet into her case and stood. She was much taller than I expected and looked me in the eye. She buttoned her coat over a dusty rose silk blouse and watched me. Her eyebrows lifting slightly.

"Oh yes, this way." I said slightly embarrassed to be caught staring. I held a chair for her as she sat, a waft of perfume struck me as she did, light and flowery. I closed the door and walked around my desk. "Your application looks in order, I just need to get a few more details if I could."

"Certainly, is there anything specific that you need? I have copies of my last three years tax returns with me, as well as other information you might possibly need. I realize it's a rather large request for a single person."

"Yes it is. Your financial records are impeccable I must say." I chuckled. "The work of a sound professional."

"Thank you. I do them myself." She quipped.

"Your business. I see that you've had it now for about five years. What sort of work do you do? If I may ask."

"You may, and have I might point out." She replied. "I am, a talent agent of sorts." The expression on her face changed to that of subtle humor as she rolled her eyes skyward.

"Really? That sounds fascinating. Actors, singers, that sort of thing?" I asked.

She summed me up momentarily, and unbuttoned her coat, letting the lapels slip away from a rather impressive figure. She looked me in the eye for a long moment before quirking an eyebrow. "Can I count on your discretion Mister Sutter?"

That sounded ominous, but her eyes never stopped boring into me. My mouth felt suddenly dry and I swallowed rather audibly, at least to myself. "Yes, of course."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair. Her bloused hugged her figure in quite a distracting manner as she said softly. "I'm an exotic dancer Mister Sutter." She tilted her head swiftly, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "I've modeled for magazines, and I started my company several years ago to work outside of small, noisome clubs and began traveling to some of the larger cities as a featured act. My company also handles a small group of new talent which I teach to survive in the business." She looked at me with a slight smirk.

I looked at her, pushing my glasses up higher on my nose as I sat there slightly taken back. I cleared my throat. "Well yes." I said looking down at the files in front of me. I began to draw a breath to speak when she interjected.

"I'm not ashamed of what I do, I'm very good at it. I'm also very open minded, but I understand how some people, and businesses for that matter, are not. I don't wish to cause you or the bank any difficulty. If my business is not the type of business you want then I can and will apply for a loan elsewhere." She deftly dropped the ball in my court.

"It's not up to me or the bank to pass judgment on your choice of work Miss Wakefield."

"Call me Lindsay, please." She parted her lips slightly.

I nodded and tried to gather my wits. "Lindsay, as I said it's not up to me or the bank to pass judgment on your work, but with the rather large request, we like to make sure that we haven't made a bad investment. One of the things I personally like to look for is how well an applicant is set up to make sure the payments are made and promptly throughout the life of the loan."

"You'll no doubt note that I've been prompt on my current mortgage and am actually slightly ahead on the payments."

"Yes but this mortgage is one quarter the amount of the one you've applied for." I shot back too quickly. "I mean." I took a deep breath. "How long do you expect to be working as a, uh, in your current field?" I knew it was an offensive question, but it had to be asked.

Her smile softened. "If you would like a first hand demonstration of my income potential Mister Sutter. Then you'll have it." She reached into her briefcase coming out with a business card which she flipped over and penned a name and address on, and slid it across the desk.

"That is not at all what I am getting at!" I said rather hastily.

"Mister Sutter? I'll see you at 9. There will be a table reserved for you." She said as she stood, with her bag and held out her hand. I stood open-mouthed taking her hand. "That, or something like it, will do. No jeans, it's an upscale club." She said pointing at my suit. She spun on her heel and walked to the door. She looked back over her shoulder before she opened it. "Oh and Mister Sutter? I hope I can count on your discretion. This evening please refer to me only by my stage name for my own security." She closed the door softly behind her.

I sat down breathing like I'd just run up a flight of stairs I looked at the papers she left and the business card next to them. I exhaled and placed the papers into her folder and looked at the card as if it were a bomb about to go off. I looked around and realized that it would be a bad idea to leave it laying around and snatched it off the desk and into my pocket. I cleaned up my desk and finished up some leftover work before leaving for the weekend.

Still shaken I decided I'd rather let somebody else cook tonight and stopped off at a pub on the way home. I felt a lot better, after a burger and a beer, than I had earlier. I got home around 7 and turned on the news. Good day for the stock market, lousy day for my ball team. Oh well, there was always tomorrow right? I sat there and zoned out, the TV droning away just beyond my hearing. Did I even notice the black and gold heels before now. Those legs, well of course she'd have dynamite legs, she's a dancer. When she turned to leave the office her skirt hugged her backside like it was painted on. The dark eyes bored into me making me very nervous, they were both warm and inviting, and blatantly challenging at the same time. When she tossed her hair over her shoulder, it was as if it happened in slow motion. I shook my head scattering the thoughts.

I went into the bedroom and picked up the card, where I'd emptied my pockets earlier. The card was for her business. On the back she'd written the name and address of the club and below that in neat script VIP guest of Mona Lisa. I quirked a smile at the name. I looked over my shoulder at the clock on my nightstand, half past seven. I looked back at myself in the dresser mirror. I was in good shape for an office dweller, no gray tinting the light brown hair yet, and thankfully it was all still there. All that and a drop dead gorgeous woman invited me to visit her at a club where she would most likely be naked in a few hours. I set the card down and tugged my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the bed and jumped into the shower. Twenty minutes later I was showered and dressed in a darker gray suit with a light gray silk tie, the one that mom said matched my eyes.

I drove downtown and left my car in the bank parking garage, and grabbed a cab to the club. It was nicely decorated, lush plants lined the front of the building and two gentleman stood by the doors. The foyer was well lit and had a small coat room to one side, the other side had a few windows like a movie theater ticket booth. The doors into the club were guarded by gentlemen in suits. I had no idea what I was supposed to do at this point. I walked up to one of the doormen and showed him the card she'd given me. He pointed at the window and told me to show it to them.

The girl behind the glass checked a sheet. "Ben? Can I see an ID please?"

"I'm over 21." I said with a chuckle, and reach for my wallet.

"I need to check it against the VIP list." She said with a little sarcasm. She slid my ID back to me and a scribbled on a ticket sliding that towards me too, but kept the card.

"Could I get that back please?"

"Sorry, I need it for accounting purposes."

"I totally understand." I said. I had no idea why I wanted it back. I already had all of Miss Wakefield's information on my laptop. I brought the ticket back to the doorman and handed it to him. He smiled when he saw the scribble.

"Welcome Ben, let me get somebody to show you to your table." He opened the door allowing me through and nodded to another suit who promptly led me to a table near the stage.

"Enjoy the show." He said smiling and beckoned over a waitress. I craned my neck looking around like a kid on his first trip to the amusement park. Music was throbbing from speakers all around the room. A pretty girl walked over and leaned down low asking me what I'd like to drink. I ordered and enjoyed watching her walk away before the music changed and I looked back up to the stage and the girl bent forward pushing her thong off to the enjoyment of dozens of guys along the rail. She danced from one side of the stage and back as bills piled slowly around the rail. She worked her way all the way around the stage picking up the bills giving each tipper a moment of her time. She even leaned forward and gave a bald guy a peck on the head. I found myself smiling at the hilarity going on around the stage as she collected her tips. The drink was slid in front of me by the waitress. I asked her how much and she said the first two come with the VIP table. I thanked her but she didn't move. If it weren't for the darkness I'm sure she would have seen me turn bright red as I reached for some cash for a tip.

The song ended and some background music came up as the lighting changed. A dj came over the sound system and began building the crowd up, and began listing Mona's resume, three time cover girl, one time centerfold and some of the events she'd performed at, the list was formidable.

"Gentlemen let's give a huge round of applause for Mona Lisa!" The speaker erupted with the sounds of a woman near orgasm, just before the music started. The stage lights started flashing red and blue and Miss Wakefield walked out to the center of the stage dressed in a blue policeman's shirt, black hot pants and knee high boots. She wore dark glasses, had a billy club hangingfrom her belt and a holster on the other side. She began dancing and one of the guys along the stage stood up with his wrists together imploring her to arrest him. Seemingly out of no where one of the bouncers stepped up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder motioning him to sit. I watched in appreciation as Lindsay danced around the stage, occasionally stopping in front of one of the patrons tapping her billy club into her palm. One stood up and she pushed him back into his chair with the tip which got a lot of laughs. Her shirt soon came off leaving a dark bra, the sequins sparkling in the lights. The next song began and she pulled the gun, aimed at one of the guys and shot him right in the head water ran down his face.

"How's that for police brutality folks? I'd let her cuff me any time." The dj added. She put the pistol away and reached behind her and lifted a pair of handcuffs off the belt and pointed at one of the guys by the stage and shook her head. She beckoned him to stand up and had him turn where she did cuff him tight, then reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. He spun around as she stood up with it and slipped it down the front of her shorts before she stood and walked away to hoots and hollers from the crowd. She began dancing again and soon began spinning reaching up behind her and unhooking her bra and letting it fly to the back of the stage. I watched her dance but lost touch with the audience now. She was gorgeous, her breasts were full and round but not large. I got a flashback to her in that business suit she wore earlier today in my office and was elated to see just what was beneath it. She tossed the belt to the back of the stage and slid the zipper of the hot pants down, she slipped them down, and tucked the wallet into the front of her g-string at this point, and kicked off the shorts.

"Good luck explaining those stains on your wallet to the wife buddy." The dj piped up getting a roar from the crowd. Mona made a sweep in front of the stage with her hat filling up with cash. "Don't feel bad guys, the owner of the club has to do the same thing. Unless there are any real law enforcement officers here tonight, then I'm just kidding." She reached down when she got to the guy in handcuffs and pulled his wallet out, and dropped it into the hat as well. She set the hat at the back of the stage and began gyrating to the music once more she seemed to go into a trance ignoring the crowd which was getting even more heated. She reached down and unhooked the sides of the g-string pulling it up and forward and tossed it back over her shoulder to loud round of applause. She finished off the last half of the song and made her way around the stage collecting the rest of her tips and thanking the patrons as she did. She got to the guy in handcuffs and looked down at him, rubbed her chin a moment and waved him down to his seat and finished up. She collected her costume and disappeared behind the curtain at the back of the stage.

"Wow, that poor bastard in the front just got robbed by a cop. Who ya gonna call now? The only one excused from clapping is the guy in the handcuffs, let's hear it for Miss Mona Lisa!"

Another dancer soon took the stage and by the time her first song was finished Lindsay was walking past me towards the stage. She was dressed in a pretty floral bra and a long skirt split high on her thigh. She looked like she just walked in from a tropical beach. He saw her coming and stood up, she turned him around and slipped his wallet back into his pocket and pulled a key out and unlocked him. He rubbed his wrists and reached for his wallet. She put her hand on his arm and spoke into his ear. He smiled at first, then laughed before pulling out some bills. She didn't take them in hand, but swept the skirt open showing off a matching garter. She held the elastic open as he slid the cash in, speaking into her ear again. She nodded and held up a finger as if to wait a minute, then pointed to me. She grabbed him by his loose tie and gave him a peck on the cheek.

She walked towards me with a smirk on her face. I stood up as she stopped in front of the table. "I'm glad you decided to join me Ben. Do you mind if I sit?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "N-n-no, please!" She smiled as she slid into the booth. She crossed her legs exposing the garter so she could adjust it. She twisted the cash and wrapped around a few times.

"So? Do you still doubt my income potential?"

I just shook my head. "What did he say to you, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Oh, he wants me to take him to the VIP room and take more of his money." She lifted a shoulder and gave me a knowing smile. "I told him everything was there, but we did run his card for a round of drinks for everybody in the club. He said that's fine with him. I didn't of course, but it's all part of the show." She tilted her head in his direction. "He was one of the cool ones. I've done that a couple times and the guys got pissed. Years ago I had a bunch of sexy wallet sized photos done, I slipped one into a guys wallet once. He came into the club the next day and tore me a new one, he nearly ended up divorced because of me." She shrugged. "Live and learn, now I just give the wallet back as is. Safer for everybody." She just looked at me and as the waitress passed she held up her hand and waved a finger around in a circle. Mona smiled back at me with her chin resting gently on the back of her hand. A few moments went by and her eyebrows went up. The waitress brought me a drink and set a champagne flute in front of Lindsay, Mona, damn this was going to be hard.

"So did you enjoy the show?" She asked as I felt her hand slide over my thigh and gently caressed my crotch. Her grin got bigger.

"Y-yes. It was terrific." My eyes must have been near to pushing my glasses off by the grin on Mona's face. I leaned forward and whispered. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I wanted the truth." She chuckled. "You know the money is the goal, but it's nice to know you're doing a good job." She patted my rather stiff cock before withdrawing her hand and taking her glass. "Is this your first time here?"

"Yes. Well not my first time in a place like it. A friend of mine got married a couple years ago. We went to a few sports bars and then ended up in a club in the suburbs. It was nothing like this though. This place is nice." I wanted to say the place was much higher class but didn't know the other places she worked and didn't want to sound like an ass. "Oh!" I reached into my pocket and pulled out two twenties folding them lengthwise and slid them across the table. "Since I wasn't at the stage."

She chuckled. "You know that's not how it's done." She pushed them back at me and leaned back pulling aside the hem of her skirt. I took the bills by the tip and she took them and slipped them between my ring finger and pinky and placed my hand on her knee, well below the garter. I gave a quick glance up and saw her expression flicker between humor and hunger and back again. I went for broke at this point and slid my hand down the inside of her firm thigh and slowly up, the bills slipping under the garter neatly. I wasn't sure if she enjoyed it nearly as much as she did watching my expression. I gave her a crooked smile and pushed my glasses back up my nose. She leaned in close and thanked me with a quick peck on the cheek. "Misty's set is nearly over. I'm going to go light another fire under my criminal. Watch my handcuffs, please." She said sliding them towards me. "Don't go too far, once I'm done with him, I'm coming back for you." Her eyes flashed at me as her smile widened.




Frisky Business



She stood and I stood with her which brought a smile to her face. She turned and walked slowly back to her mark. She walked up behind his chair and pressed her hands over his eyes before whispering in his ear. He began to turn his head and she took it pointing him back at the dancer on stage. She even tapped his shoulder causing him to place a tip on the rail for her. She ran her hands through his hair as if petting a dog for a job well done. Once Misty decamped from the stage her mark stood, Mona leaned down and placed his drink in his hand before she took the tip of his tie and began leading him away by it to the laughs of those around him.

"Go along quietly sir and the nice officer won't make it hard for you... or will she?" The dj added a rim-shot sound effect at the end before introducing the next dancer.

The next dancer was completely through her set and the dj was introducing another when Lindsay came forth with her fan. She had her arm in his as if they were being received at court. She returned him to his seat and gave him another kiss on the cheek as she left him in her wake. She walked towards me a little smirk on her face. I stood once again getting a warm smile from Lindsay.

"Welcome back." I said.

"Have you been at the table the whole time Ben?"

"I have, why?"

"If you hadn't there's no way I would finish this." She said taking her glass and draining it. "A girl has to be careful you know. I don't know why, but I trust you Ben. Call it intuition. I don't think you're the type to roofie a girl to get her into the sack. You're," she paused looking for the word she wanted, "gallant."

"You know this after only meeting me a few hours ago?" I asked, intrigued by her observation.

She nodded. "Let me run you through a day in the life of Ben Sutter." She said with a smile. "You wake up early, go for a jog or a swim? Breakfast, something healthy and boring I'm sure. At the office by 9 sharp where you toil away over reports and files, your only interaction with the world being the few appointments with people begging the bank for money, like me."

I began to interrupt her and her hand shot up, the tip of her finger pressing my lips to silence me. "You get a tiny thrill of power from it, but you don't use that power for ill, you turn it around and use it on the board as a champion of the underdog. You get the bank to believe in people so that they can put a roof over their head. You don't enjoy dealing with presumptuous people, you're a hero type. After all that you slip off home to your unassuming third floor walk up apartment with it's bookcases full of things you've actually read, and a big screen TV to watch the news or a ball game." My eyes began to widen, but her finger never left my lips. "Outwardly you project a professional business man, you're an introvert though and like to get away. Inwardly you're a gallant knight rescuing damsels in distress." She stopped and began to take her finger away. I reached up taking her hand in mine and brushed the back of it to my lips.

"You are most perceptive milady." I said softly. "Alarmingly so, actually. It's a second floor walk up though."

She smiled. "When does my loan come before the board?"

"Monday, ten sharp."

"Be my gallant knight Ben. You've seen the sheet on the house, it's beautiful, the kind of place I want to retire to, maybe have a family. You never know. The people that live in that area say that pods of whales come right into the inlet there and the salmon fishing is incredibly good."

I laughed. "You don't strike me as the type to be a fisherman."

"You might be surprised to learn that I'm not just a pretty face."

"I'm sure of that. There's still plenty of room for surprises so it would seem."

"You don't know the half of it." The smile she gave me lit up her eyes. She stood and held out her hand. "Come with me." She took my arm in hers and led me down the hallway she had emerged from a few minutes earlier.

She opened a door at the end of the hallway and motioned me in. She turned closing the door behind us and flipped the lock. The music was quieter here, but still coming in through speakers high on the wall. She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. She looked up at me and took her lower lip between her teeth.

"This is a first." She said, her voice husky and low. "Now that I have you Ben, I don't know what to do with you."

"I know how you feel." I said, my breath coming shallow and fast. I reached up to tug at my collar to relieve the pressure and get some air. Light flickered in her eyes, and she stepped towards me slowly then walked around behind me and reached around to remove my coat. She laid it behind her on the sofa, then stepped back in front of me and began unraveling my tie, and me with it. She wrapped it around her neck, passing it up through the loop letting it dangle between her breasts. First the collar button, then the next.

"Better?" She asked. I just nodded. "Good." She ran her hands slowly down my torso, not teasing, but exploring. She smiled and let out a little laugh. She reached up and unbuttoned another, then another until she had my shirt completely open. She tugged it free of my slacks. "I need to borrow this for a bit." As she pushed it off my shoulders, and laid it across my coat. She stepped in front of me once again, so close I could feel the heat emanating from her body in waves. Her perfume was making me light-headed. I wanted to take her face into my hands and dive head first into those pouting pink lips. "Have a seat." She said pushing me back with a single finger. I stepped back and felt the couch against my leg and sat down. She leaned forward and spread my legs before turning and sitting on the edge of the cushion in front of me. With a small flourish she gathered her hair and pulled it out of the way. Her back was beautiful, her gold skin glowed from her wide shoulders to her narrow waist.

She coughed politely. "Would you do me the honors?" It took a moment before I realized she wanted me to unhook her bra. My hands shook as I did as she asked. She giggled reaching around and taking my hands. "You're not done. Relax." She opened my hands and took them in hers running them up her torso. Her breasts were warm and soft, the nipples hard as they dragged across my palms. She rolled her shoulders letting the straps slide down her arms and let me have it. I laid it across my clothes. She stood but didn't turn, and I noticed a small seam and reached up to unhook the skirt a small zipper making itself seen as I did. I pulled it down slowly, the fabric going slack as I did. I slid it down to the floor where she lifted first one then the other foot. I laid that aside as well. She turned finally and looked down into my eyes. I swear I saw flames dancing in her own. She reached out slowly, taking my hands in hers again and laid them on her hips. She left them there as she ran her hands up cupping her breasts and massing the nipples. My thumbs snaked under the straps tugging the lace down slowly I reached mid thigh before the fabric broke free, rolling up in my hands. I had to lean forward for her to step out of them. Her hands grasped my shoulders, I don't think only for balance. The scent was intoxicating, a few scant inches from my nose, the soft downy curls reflected gold highlights. The panties were damp in my hand as I laid them aside as well. She pulled my knees together and climbed on my lap straddling me.

"I'm in a little over my head Ben." She said softly into my ear. "I don't usually get excited like this at work. I definitely don't let a guy undress me. I've already heard two songs go by and I'm just now starting to seduce you." She took my earlobe between her teeth and gave it a tug before leaning forward and running a breast up the side of my face. She had her hands in my hair and took off my glasses, tossing them on the pile of clothing.

"Started?" I squeaked. "I'd say you completed that job hours ago." I said panting.

The soft laughter bubbled up from her chest. "I didn't plan it, just so that you know. It was the way you looked at me that made me do it."

"Really?" I said breathless as she writhed naked on my lap. She looked deeply into my eyes before she ran my nose down between her breasts again.

"Really. Your eyes lit up when you challenged me and it gave me a jolt right down here." She said standing on the sofa a foot to either side of me. "When I got home I was so mad at you. Nobody gets me wound up like that." She gyrated her hips in front of me as I looked up seeing her holding onto the wall behind the sofa. Her lips inches from mine and I wanted them to meet badly. I licked mine furiously doing my best to keep control. She knelt back down straddling me again and looked into my eyes. "I have no idea what came over me but I stripped down and masturbated. I came three times, hard. When I was done all I could see was those cool gray eyes again, I wanted you badly."

I looked into her eyes looking for any shred of truth to what she'd just said. "Prove it."

"If I didn't have to be on stage in ten minutes this sofa would get rocked like it's never been rocked before." She said with a smirk. She took one of my hands off her ass, when that happened I have no idea. "Feel for yourself." She slipped my fingers up between her outspread thighs. She was soaked. I looked up at her in disbelief as she lowered her mouth to mine and practically tore my tongue out with hers. My fingers slid back and forth a moment before I slipped one into her. The moan came deep from her throat as she pushed hard against my hand. "If I'm late I'm going to send one of the bouncers after you." She murmured, with that I stepped up my pace. She tossed her head back and began moaning short gasps and soft moans. My hand was soaked as we both gasped for breath.

"Mona, on in ten." Came softly from the hallway.

"Thanks!" She said and leaned forward our foreheads touching. "And thank you. Another first for me."

"Really?"

She took me by the chin. "I'm a dancer, not a prostitute. You couldn't have bought that if you wanted to." She reached for her panties and wiped herself up with them, now they were completely soaked. She was up, had her skirt on and whipped her bra on in moments. She took my shirt and gave me a wink, another kiss and looked at me again and began laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"You look miserable." She said. I realized I was sitting with my hand still up covered in her. She looked down at the huge tent in my slacks. I just smiled.

"I don't feel miserable."

"I have to go, I'll see you out front." She said with a wink. My mind began to clear from the craziness of the past few minutes and I realized I could miss it if I didn't get moving. I cleaned myself as best I could, threw my tie and her panties into my jacket pocket and swung it on over my t-shirt.

"Great." I thought, "If I lose the socks I could be a Don Johnson knock-off." I barely made it back to the table in time for the announcement that she was up next. The dj played the orgasm sound effect again and my eyes went wide realizing that it was actually Lindsay's voice. The music began and Lindsay came sliding out from behind the curtain in gym socks and my shirt. She began singing along with Bob Seger and dancing around holding up what looked like a candlestick as a microphone. The audience was getting fired up and I felt myself getting into it as well. By the end of the song she was on her back on the floor kicking and writhing. It was then I noticed she was wearing men's briefs under the shirt too. I laughed out loud at that and joined in with the applause as she slipped behind the curtain for a momentarily.  "I've heard of guys losing their shirt in the VIP rooms." The dj added as the next song began. "There's the guy, nice Don Johnson look buddy." She strutted back on stage in heels this time, the briefs gone and she wore a red sequin g-string. She began working the front and looked up at me and pointed straight at me, and gave me the come hither finger.

"Uh oh, looks like Don is in trouble."

She unbuttoned the shirt completely and began twirling letting it fan out around her like a cape before she stopped and let it slide down her arms and leaned forward whipping it behind my head and pulled me towards her until our faces were nearly touching and she winked at let go of the sleeves.

"You've witnessed history gentlemen. He not only lost his shirt, he got it back. You may not want to wear that home buddy, I'm sure there's enough lipstick and glitter on there to get you shot on sight by the old lady."

The next song came up much slower, and she slowed down, the lights went red and smoke started pouring across the stage. She reached back and unhooked her bra and threw it at me.

"She's giving you the clothes off her back. I don't know what you've got man but can you share your secret?"

She made the final rounds of the stage as the music ended and she took a bow. She looked at me and gave me that come hither look again and held out her hand for her costume bits. She reached forward and dragged my shirt off my shoulder too, letting it drag behind her as she walked off stage. I made my way back to the table through hales of laughter.

"Oh well. Easy come, easy go man!"

I sat trying to catch my breath, the waitress brought me two drinks which I hadn't ordered. She said they were bought for me by some of my fans. I finally started breathing normally again, and politely declined a few attempts by other dancers to bring me to the VIP rooms. I felt a hand slide up the back of my neck. "Come with me." She said, leaving no doubt that it wasn't a request. She had hung back slightly so she wouldn't be seen and took my hand dragging me back to the same room. She tossed a little clutch handbag on the couch and promptly backed me against the door her tongue burrowing to my tonsils. She backed away holding her hands up to catch her breath.

"Listen." She gasped. "Have a seat." I threw my coat aside again and sat in the center of the sofa again. I hadn't had a chance to notice what she was wearing, but it was a long red gown with sequins patterned down the front, It was snug in the middle showing off her incredible figure. She sighed deeply. "I want to get this off my chest now."

"Please do." I said with a smile.

She chuckled. "Smart ass. Listen I've been thinking that you might think that I'm coming on like a runaway freight train to get you to push through my loan application. The truth is that I'm hornier than a herd of billy goats right now, and I have no idea why. I've just wanted to fuck you like there's no tomorrow, since I left your office this afternoon. I'm kind of freaked out on that for some reason. I'm usually the one in control, the one in the power seat. I.. I... I don't know what's going on."

I looked at her for a moment realizing just how agitated she felt. I felt the same way when she was in my office earlier. "Come here and sit." I said patting the seat next to me. She did as I asked but didn't relax. "I'm one of only five people who will decide on your application. I, being the officer in charge of the application, will make my findings known." I chuckled. "Let me rephrase that. I will make the appropriate recommendations and we will vote on it. As much fun as I'm having tonight, and mind you I'm having more fun that I've had in years, it won't change how the others vote. At first I thought that's what you were doing, but that idea went out the window when I realized that you know I can't dictate how they'll vote. I'll give them my recommendation, they'll look over the numbers, ask me questions, and they'll vote."

"You'll know by mid-day on Monday then?"

I nodded.

She sighed, the anxiety trickling out of her. "Dinner at my place Monday then, win or lose. I owe it to you to see the real me." She chuckled. "This isn't it."

"It's a date." I said surprised. "What do we do until then?"

"Well I have things under control, it's recharging now as we speak." She sighed. "Do you have enough lotion and tissues at home?" We both broke out laughing at that. "Honestly though, I'd prefer it if you didn't come back here. If I'm going to have you in my life, I want you to be a haven from this, not a continuation of it."

"I'll be fine, there's no shortage of ice cold water for showers when you live this far north, and I understand. I very much want to get to know Lindsay better, and leave Mona at work. Oh, you were wrong about jogging earlier too. I ride a bike in the morning, a ten speed not a Harley." I chuckled.

"Good I've been there before. I eventually realized that I was a rebel with no idea what I was rebelling against. I gave up the chaps and chains, it wasn't really me anyway." She looked me up and down for a minute. "Get up for a minute and take off your shirt."

I just looked at her wide-eyed. "Isn't that my line?" I chuckled.

"I will if you will." She grinned. I saw nothing to lose here so I did as she asked. "Ooh nice abs." She inhaled sharply. "I suddenly wish I hadn't made a deal to hold off until Monday." A lock of hair slipped and covered one eye.

I'm not sure if it was the drinks or the incredible high I was on but I started dancing to the music which caused Lindsay to yelp in delight. She dove for the little clutch and yanked out a twenty and proceeded to lure me closer with it. She reached up tucking into my waistband.

"Keep the pants on, otherwise I might not be responsible for what I do." She grinned, fanning herself with the other hand.

"I thought there was a promise that you would, if I did." I said smiling. She held her hands up and I pulled her up from the sofa. She spun me around and pushed me back.

"Take a load off sparky." She listened for a moment and began swaying to the music. "Let me show you how a professional does this." She was nearly fluid as she reached behind her and undid the hook of her dress. Limber as a cat she slid the dress down her curves, it was is if she were in a trance. The dress pooled at her waist as her hands ran slowly up and down her body. "It sounds like I'm getting an obscene phone call over there. Are you alright?"

"Huh?"

"Slow your breathing, breathe in, hold it, let it out." She said. "That's it." She leaned forward, her arms on my shoulders but her hips kept swaying to the music. I leaned back and pulled her face down to me and kissed her deeply again. I dragged the back of my hand downward between her breasts, rubbing my knuckles around the full swell before my thumb found the hard point. She began gasping.

"Slow your breathing, breathe in, hold it, let it out." I said. "That's it." I chuckled. "Not so easy is it?"

She ran her hand down my chest, laying it on my lap. She began stroking gently at first, the insistently. "No, it's very, very hard."

"You are so evil." I gasped.

She laughed in acknowledgment. "Mmm hmm."

"Are you sure we should stick to this 3 day rule? I mean it's more of a suggestion really, isn't it."

"Have you ever edged your way to an orgasm Ben?"

"Not that I ever remember."

"Oh you'll have to try it, it's absolutely delicious."

"If this is what it's like I'm not sure my heart can take it."

Her hand suddenly stopped and moved away. "Sorry, I got carried away." She said with a foxy grin. "I enjoy riding the edge Ben. I like bringing you to the point where you're one step from blind lust. I like knowing that I did it, and that I control you. Of course I know it's dangerous, but I love the thrill."

"Dangerous?"

"I don't know Ben, are you?" She began kissing her way down my chest taking a nipple in her mouth. "There's little to keep you from throwing me down and having me right here. Except maybe me screaming and a couple large men beating you to a pulp." She chuckled.

"Yea that would be a bit of a buzz kill wouldn't it."




Frisky Business



She leaned forward and rested her cheek on my chest, blowing little puffs of air across the wet nipple. "Not to worry, I only scream when I orgasm." She said. "My poor neighbors on Monday." She laughed. "What time is it? I have one more show to do at midnight."

"It's 11:20. Wow we've been in here for an hour?"

"Time flies when you're having fun. I should go get ready." She said as she pulled her dress up and fastened it behind her neck. "When I do my last show if it's a good night I stick around for another hour or so, but I'm probably going to close up shop and head home for the night. As it is I've only made about half what I normally would have. Oh my God. Look at the puppy dog eyes." She said with a smile.

"I'm such an idiot!" I said sitting up and reaching for my coat. "I've been monopolizing all of your time and..." She pushed the finger over my lips again, then replaced them with her lips.

"Don't. I've had a wonderful time tonight. Aside from the abstinence." She shrugged. "But my bed is a lot more comfortable and I want to take my time with that." She smiled down at me. "You should probably put your shirt on. They'll think I had my way with you in here."

"I tried, but you wouldn't." We both laughed as I took off my glasses and pulled my shirt back on. "What about my other one?"

"You can pick it up Monday." She said cheekily. "Besides I should wash it to get the stripper stank out of it." She laughed. "That reminds me. She picked up her clutch and pulled out a few tissues. "Here you had lip gloss all over your face, and it showed under the black lights earlier." She said laughing.

"No wonder they were giving me a hassle!" I laughed.

"Well that too if they were paying attention." She wiped my face with something wet and then dried me off. We gathered our things and left the room, it was surprisingly cooler in the hall. She kissed her finger and placed it on my lips as she turned towards the backstage door. "Why not get a front row seat this time?"

"I'll do that, even if I have to kill a guy." I said with a chuckle.

I made my way back to the club and sought out the waitress and let her know what I wanted to do, she directed me to some manager near the bar. Our transaction completed, a fresh drink in my hand and I made my way to the stage. Fortunately it didn't take much for me to squeeze a chair in since the few guys who'd seen me before figured me for a high roller. I placed small stack of fives down next to my drink and tipped the dancer that was finishing up her set a few of them.

Soon the dj was announcing Mona Lisa for her final show of the evening. The well lubricated crowd livened up at that. The music started and she walked out wearing a blue velvet vest and short denim cutoffs. She had a cloth over her arm and she whipped it out in front of her laying it on the stage before dancing back away from it. She began swaying slowly to the throbbing bluesy sound. She kicked off her heels and walked across the blanket and knelt in front of me. I slipped a bill from my pocket and laid it on the rail. She looked at and leaned forward tipping it back over onto the rail in front of me. She reached down and took my hands and placed them on the front of her jeans. Catching on quickly I unbuttoned them and tugged the zipper down. She just shook her head gently as she backed away slightly and pushed the jeans down over her ass, the guys behind her hooting and hollering. She rolled slightly and ended up on her back, legs in the air, pushing them off and tossing them backwards. She was wearing a denim colored thong beneath them.

I replaced the bill and matched it with another. She turned away from me and gave her attention to another guy whose glasses she took and polished on her vest before restoring them. She worked her way around as the throb of the song kept up. She glanced over at me again and noted the bills had multiplied, she turned towards another guy and began unbuttoning her vest.

One of the drunker guys piped up. "That guy's gotta have over a thousand bucks in front of him and she's totally ignoring him!" A few guys laughed and a couple guys ogled me openly after noting the hundred dollar bills hanging in front of me.

Lindsay just flapped her hand at me and proceeded to move on to another tipper, the lace edged denim bra was the next item to disappear. She massaged her breasts, pressing them together, and the guy placed a bill between them. She thanked him and took it with her teeth and dropped it over her shoulder. She turned and crossed to another, the song thumped on as she twirled on her back, her legs reaching up as she laid them over the rail resting her heel on a guys shoulder as he slipped his tip in her garter. The song was finishing so she slipped the panties off while she was on her back, and tossed them with the rest of her costume. The song Blue Jeans came on and she crawled towards me, a feral look in her eyes. When the chorus came on she sang along.

"I will love you 'til the end of time

I would wait a million years

Promise you'll remember that you're mine"

I never looked away from her eyes as she knelt before me. She just kept singing the song until it finished. As the music filtered down she said, "Thank you." Then sat up and leaned over the rail and kissed me deeply, I reached up and tipped the bills onto her blanket. The crowd went absolutely nuts. Someone behind me cleared their throat loudly. Our eyes popped open and Lindsay had the good sense to look guilty. She looked at the bouncer and shrugged as she let go of me. She gathered everything she had towards the center of the blanket and pulled the corners up and walked off the stage blowing kisses to everybody in the crowd. A couple of the guys near me slapped me on the back a couple times. The stage was empty for a moment as the dj introduced the next dancer.

I asked one of the doormen if they could call me a cab and he nodded. The club was open for a few more hours this being a Friday night, so they weren't lined up yet.

I woke to the phone next to the bed ringing. After some swearing, I answered it.

"Hello?"

"You're an asshole." She said chuckling.

"Mom?" I said laughing.

"I invited you to show you my earning potential, not have you become my sugar daddy."

"Trust me, nobody on earth believes in your potential more than I do." I thought for a minute. "How did you get my number?"

"Wow, you must need coffee. You're in the phone book Ben." She said laughing. Neither of us spoke for a moment, just enjoying the shared silence. "I want to break the pact." She said softly. "Well not break it, but bend it a little. Can a girl buy you breakfast?"

I felt my heart jump into my throat as I remembered those soft lips, the feel of her waist in my hands. The eyes boring into me.

"Hello?"

"Uh yea! You'll have to, I kind of over spent my entertainment budget last night." I laughed.

She laughed. "Listen, I know you did it because you felt you should..."

"Stop! I did it because I wanted to. I don't remember a time in my life that I had that much fun with my clothes on."

"You didn't have your clothes on. I did." She reminded me with a laugh.

We made plans to meet, when I realized I didn't have my car. "Sh... I'm sorry, I need to get my car first so it's going to set us back a little."

"How about I just come and get you, we'll have breakfast and I can drop you off to get your car."

"That would be terrific." I gave her the address, which she sarcastically pointed out, was in the phone book as well. She laughed when I called her a creeper. I took a shower, contemplated not shaving, I thought girls like that scruffy look, but shaved anyway. The girl wanted to jump me in an off the rack suit yesterday, either I've very much under estimated my appearance or she's blind as a proverbial bat. I dressed and before long heard the toot of a car horn. I grabbed a jacket and barreled down the stairs. I came running out to the sidewalk and stopped looking at my watch and coolly walked towards the car whistling a little tune from last night. I could see that she was laughing through the windshield.

"Get in you clown! I'm getting hangry!"

I got in and directed her to a good diner local to this end of the city.

"How are you this fine morning?" I asked.

"I'm doing very well thank you. How about you, a touch of hangover?"

"Not at all, I don't think I actually finished two of the drinks I got. Speaking of which, what is in a 'dancer drink' the bastards charged me ten bucks for a flute of champagne?"

She busted out laughing. "It's a good thing I'm buying breakfast. It was ginger ale. A lot of us don't drink while we're working, it's much safer that way. Some on the other hand." She flexed her wrist a few times. "They don't last long in that sort of club."

We made it inside and Lindsay was having a ball with the menu. "Seriously, I'm coming across town more often. Chocolate hazelnut banana crepes! That's what I'm having."

"Are you like, uh, a vegetarian or anything like that?" I asked.

"Oh hell no. I just try to steer clear of foods that make me pay too dearly at the gym. I'd love to kick back with pizza and a beer like the next girl, but my body is a temple." She added haughtily.

"You're telling me, I spent most of yesterday worshiping that temple as I remember." I said softly as I looked over the menu. She busted out laughing so loudly that diners around us looked to see what was happening.

"Yes you did." She said still grinning from ear to ear.

I looked into her eyes and studied her face. She was glowing in the bright day light, her makeup was nearly nonexistent, and that suited her perfectly. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail, a few wisps falling in front of her eyes. Her earrings caught the sunlight streaming in the window. She had the cutest chin, her lower lip pouted naturally over it. Her nose was long and straight, a slight bump denoted it might have gotten broken at some point. The idea of that sent a quicksilver feeling of vengeance through me. Who would harm such a beautiful face. It could have been a simple accident. Her eyes were burrowing into mine when I got to them. They were big, dark and beautiful.

"I'm not sure I want to know what you're thinking, but it's killing me not knowing."

I hung my head and chuckled. "Oh all sorts of things, like how I've never been this close to anybody so beautiful before in my life." She rolled her eyes. Of course she would, being told she's beautiful is a regular occurrence for her. I wondered, does it ever get old though?

"What else?"

"I was just trying to figure out, why me? I must have done something right for an introverted nerd like me to have a girl like you want to spend time with him."

"Have you never dated a girl before?" She asked her eyes wide.

I laughed. "Yes I have, in fact, I've even lived with one before."

"What happened? If you don't mind my asking."

I shrugged. "It was more of a relationship of convenience. She was more in love with the idea of having a boyfriend, and not really in love with the boyfriend. If you get my drift. We didn't click."

"How long ago was that?"

"A few years ago now."

"What about you?" I asked.

She sighed. "Airing out the dirty laundry right up front are we?"

"You started it." I said laughing.

"Are you sure you want to know?" She laughed, I just nodded.

"The usual mix, the musician who didn't have a job, cliché I know, that was from about twenty-two to twenty- four. I started hanging out with a rougher crowd thanks to a friend of mine. Before I knew it I was a biker babe, torn jeans, leather jacket with chains, the whole nine yards. My self esteem was pretty low. He gave me this when he was drunk one night." She rubbed her finger along her nose. "I had a hard time separating my life from the job. I moved on after about a year of that. I realized it wasn't the real me. I've been solo for about two years now. I dated a friends brother a few times, but we both knew it wasn't going anywhere. He didn't like the idea of me, nearly as much as he liked the idea of Mona. I didn't put up with that for long."

I nodded. "It's got to be tough. Doing what you do."

"It's tough on having a regular life, that's for sure. How was your day dear? Oh same old same old, another lap dance another dollar."

"What about you?" She asked, her eyes sharpened like an owl sighting a mouse.

"Me?"

"Do you like the idea of being with me, or with Mona."

I stopped for a moment and thought about it. The question was a landmine, and how things went from here relied on my answer. "Before I had any idea who Mona was, I wanted to get to know Lindsay better. I still do."

"Can I ask you something though?" I asked. Souls were being bared and things could get ugly so I tempered my words.

"Last night when you said you wanted to," I looked around to make sure the waitress wasn't in hearing range, "jump me on sight. Was that Lindsay or Mona? Better yet, who was it, for the most part, that I spent the evening with last night?"

"Touché." Her fingers twitched next to her coffee cup. She sighed. "I did, I wasn't kidding about that. You seemed like a sweet, handsome, take home to mother, kind of guy. That turned me on. You do look terrific in a suit too." She said biting her lip. "As for last night, that was more of me than anybody else would ever see in that place. I'd say you got about ninety percent Lindsay last night."

The smile I had on my face must have been encouraging. "Good, then my previous answer stands."

Her fingers twitched again, as if she wanted to do something but was afraid of the response. I made the decision for her and reached across the table taking her hand in mine. I thought she was going to crush my fingers as she held on and smiled.

"Holy whipped cream batman!" She said as the waitress set the plate in front of her. "So much for the healthier alternative. I should have just gotten a double order of bacon." She laughed.

"Sweetie, if you want a true test of your relationship, go ahead and reach for a piece off his plate. If you come away clean then it's true love." Said the waitress. I slid the plate closer to her so she wouldn't have to reach for it. Lindsay laughed and snatched a piece off my plate. She got away clean. The waitress laughed. "He's a keeper."

We talked about everything and nothing, it felt like we'd stepped off the world and it kept going without us. She kept her hand in mine, on mine, near mine. Her fingers traced the back of my hand as we talked.

"Ben?" She said softly.

"Lindsay?" I answered with a little smile.

Her expression turned serious. "There's something I need to say to you, but I don't know how to say it. So I'm just going to spit it out."

"You were born a man. I knew it! What's your real name Larry?" I asked seriously, trying to lighten the mood. She giggled.

"Not quite, it's just that I've had enough coffee to float a battleship, and I really need to use the restroom. At this point I don't care which." She chuckled. I pointed the way, letting her know the men's door was on the left.

"That is the weirdest little sink. It only has cold water and this weird looking cake of soap in the bottom, , and why is it so low on the wall? " She said when she returned. I bust out laughing, and she smiled. She grabbed the check, looking at me as if I was going to fight her for it. I just held up my hands.

We walked down the sidewalk, and I felt more than saw her hand reach out. I closed the gap taking hers in mine. She didn't look up but I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Did you have any plans today?" Lindsay asked as we were getting into the car.

"Nothing major, cure cancer, end world hunger, bring peace to the Middle East." I said shrugging.

She grinned. "That's too bad, I just had an idea."

"I'm game, I mean what ever. Anything that won't get me arrested of course." I blurted out.

She started laughing. "No, I have permission so it won't even be trespassing. I want to show you something."

"I love when you say that to me."

"Yea I bet you do." She responded with a sly grin. We made our way north around the inlet, turning northwest along winding two lane roads. Before long she slowed and turned left down a short street which ended in a crossing lane going in either direction. She turned left and quickly came to an end with a driveway. She pulled in and stopped. "Let me show you what no file folder is going to get across." She got out walked towards the house

She walked along the side of the garage the walk way ending at the top of stairs leading down. A doorway to our left entered the house. She had the key as promised and opened the door stepping into a kitchen.

"Hopefully you're going to tell me it's all mine in a couple days." She said her voice echoing in the empty rooms. The place was beautiful. Pine walls lined the living area below, a dining area beyond a breakfast bar counter in front.

"Wow, that view is incredible." I said.

"You should see it from the bedroom upstairs."

I looked at her with a grin.

"Don't worry there's no furniture, though the carpet is plush and in good shape. I wouldn't turn your back on me if I were you." She wiggled her eyes at me before heading up the stairs.

"Don't worry, the view from back here is pretty incredible. I'll have no problem keeping you in front of me." I said as I watched the tight denim sway back and forth as we went up the stairs.

The house was beautiful, I could easily picture Lindsay living here, standing on the balcony, the breeze lifting her hair.

"I honestly can't wait to get into that whirlpool tub and just stay there for hours." She said her eyes closing, imagining the bliss. "It's big enough for two you know." She looked slyly at me and walked across the hall showing the two other bedrooms before descending the stairs again. She showed me the office that she planned, the living space, and how she'd like to decorate it. She was so animated as the ideas floated from her like a school kid describing a fantasy realm.

I was about to make a crack about where the brass pole was going, and realized before I opened my mouth that, that is what she meant about separating who she is, from who she portrays. It was a close call but I tossed the joke aside and noted the hot tub on the deck.

"I know, I can't imagine how relaxing it's going to be, kicking back with a glass of wine, listening to the birds and the bees." She closed her eyes again, and I could tell she was envisioning herself just that way.

"I can picture you naked and wet, and it's not very relaxing."

She laughed. "Well you have seen me naked, and gotten me wet. You should know."

I took a deep breath and looked out the window. Baseball players, hockey players, I was thinking of anything to keep from exploding. There was a small lawn in front, bordered by a low rock wall, and there was a drop off down to the water. We ambled across the lawn taking in the view of the inlet, the other side she said was conservation land, so nobody would be building there to ruin the view.

"Right around that bend is the city skyline. You'd never know it unless you went down the inlet about half a mile though. It feels like we're in the middle of no where."

"With cable." I added.

She laughed. "Fucking guys, you're all the same."

"Hey now!"

I looked back at the house, and suddenly understood why she wanted this place. It was like an oasis, a haven. It was the last house on the lane, and the one next door was nearly invisible through a screen of natural growth of bushes and trees.

"Pretty nice huh?" She said as she wrapped an arm around my back, slipping her thumb under my belt like it was the most natural thing.

"It is, and I completely understand why you're so passionate about buying it now." After a momentary pause. "Are you working today?"




Frisky Business



She nodded. "I should be heading back. I like to get a little nap in before going in." She laid her head on my shoulder for a minute and let out a deep sigh. "That's going to be the tough part. Leaving to go into the city every day. The commute is about forty minutes, which given the time of day is pretty good."

"Let's lock up and get going then." I said giving her a kiss on the top of the head. We made our way back into the city. Lindsay keeping in nearly constant contact with me, whether holding my hand or kneading my thigh. The creeping doubt lingered in my mind. 'Why me?' This smart, funny, beautiful girl can't really want to be with me. I promptly kicked that thought back to where it came from, not caring what the real reason was. I'd deal with that when it happened.

"What's with the heavy sigh?" She asked.

"Oh, it's just that I wish I hadn't promised to not go to the club is all." I said laughing. She dragged my hand over to her lap and I gave her thigh a squeeze.

"You promised. I see you there and all bets are off. Got it? No dinner Monday, no chance." She said.

We stopped for a light and she turned to me. "I honestly do want to see where this leads, for me." A honk sounded behind us and Lindsay hit the gas. We pulled into the bank lot to pick up my car. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across and kissed me deeply. She looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking. "The question you have to ask yourself is, do you want Mona for a night, or Lindsay for a lot longer?" I inhaled slowly to respond when her finger touched my lips. "Don't answer now. I'll have your answer before the night is over."

I leaned forward and kissed her again, letting my fingertips slide down the back of her neck. I felt her shiver in my hands.

"How the hell are you single when you can kiss like that?" She sighed.

"I didn't get many tryouts when I was younger." I said breathlessly.

"Good, I like a diamond in the rough." She said with a smile. "Now get out of here before I break my pact and blow off work." I got out of the car. "Ben!" I turned back. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Something fast and easy so we can get on to my tryout!

"Dinner is at seven, come on over when you get off work." She winked at me and waved before driving off. I heaved a heavy sigh as I saw the taillights disappear around the corner. I stood there shaking my head.

"This isn't really happening to me. I know I'm going to wake up soon." I groaned and turned to get my car.

I was nervous, far more than I had a right to be. I'd taken some time to look at my notes on the loan and crunched the numbers when I got to work and it still looked like it was going to be a tough sell. She had a decent portfolio of investments and a good track record with her current mortgage. I mostly hoped they wouldn't see right through me at the meeting.

"So do you want me to tell you now, or would you rather wait until later." I hit send on the text, not expecting an immediate reply. I was just finishing up lunch at my desk when my phone buzzed.

"Surprise me," was the response.

I closed the file and made a few phone calls and set it aside before taking the next one. This was the tough part of Monday, letting people know whether they got the loan or not. It was great when people screamed in delight, it was heartbreaking when the opposite happened. After two years it wasn't any easier than it was the first day. I placed one more call, the real estate agent said she'd call the buyer as soon as she got off the phone. I asked her to hold off. If she didn't mind I'd like to let her know myself in this case, since she did the legwork for the mortgage herself. She said she didn't mind at all.

I left early, well on time actually, but early for me and got home in record time for a Monday commute. I showered and changed into something a bit more casual forgoing the tie and coat. I hustled out to hit the florist before they closed, and to pick up a bottle of wine. I got to her building and she buzzed me in through an intercom. "C'mon in, it's open."

When I got to the door I gave it a couple quick raps with my knuckle and opened it. My jaw dropped at what I saw. Sitting on the arm of the sofa was Lindsay wearing my dress shirt and the black and gold heels from the other day. Her hair was piled loosely on her head and she just leaned on the back of her hand.

"How was your day dear?" She said, her voice deep and smooth like good whiskey. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, not being able to even think of what to say or do next. Fortunately she didn't wait. She stood and slowly walked towards me and closed the door, flipping the dead-bolt. As she stepped beside me I noticed she had the shirt gathered at her waist with a little belt. The tails just barely covering her. She stepped in front of me and inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, smiled at me and pushed my arms open so she could take my face in her hands and kissed me. I came to my senses fast after that. She squealed. "That bottle is cold on the ass."

"Sorry." I said laughing with her. "My day, well it was pretty much like any Monday. You know, emails, phone calls, meetings." I said with a shrug.

She reached for the flowers. "Call me old fashioned, but bringing a girl flowers on a date is always a wonderful idea."

"What can I say. I know my way around the ladies."

"I know, that's one of the things I like about you." She reached up to a high shelf to take down a vase.

"Well that answers that question."

"Was the question something like, 'Is she wearing anything under my shirt?'"

She arranged the flowers and filled the vase with water before setting it on a ledge between the rooms.

"They're beautiful."

"They pale in comparison." I said as I kissed her again.

"So are you going to keep a girl waiting?"

"Right here?" I asked.

"Well the tiles are a bit cold and the counter is granite, but I'm game if you are." She giggled.

"Open the other." I said softly as I kissed her forehead. She looked up at me and slipped the ribbon on the wrap and pulled out the champagne bottle. Wrapped around the neck with another ribbon was a key chain with a silver house bangle.

"Happy new mortgage." I said. She turned to me her mouth went from a O-shape to a huge grin before she leapt at me.

I caught her just in time, her feet kicking in the air as she yelled, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Don't wear that out, I'd like to hear it again tonight."

"Oh you're going to hear it, more than once. Hell, the neighbors are going to hear it! If I weren't actually hungry, I'd... well let's eat and I'll show you." She grinned.

As if switched on like a machine she went into action. Once she kicked off the heels, bowls came out of the fridge, pans were being heated and while I opened the champagne dinner was nearly complete.

"Wow! Were you a chef in a former life?" I asked as she plated up dinner.

"Nope, that's why I took your advice and chose something simple and quick." She'd gone all out, candles on the tables, the flowers sat to one side she set the plates out as I topped off the champagne.

"To fortuitous meetings." I said.

"To rising to the challenge." She responded.

"I've been doing a good job of that all weekend, and rising, and rising." We both laughed.

"Well finish up and I'll get dessert ready."

I just growled at her and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Not me, I made lemon sorbet today, from scratch no less. It sounded like a nice finish after seafood and garlic."

She brought the bowls to the table and I couldn't help myself any longer as I pulled her towards me. "You're killing me, you know that don't you?" I said as I ran my hand up her leg grasping her close. She held my head to her stomach.

She whispered into my hair. "Don't you worry I'm going to make it all worth it." She kissed me on the top of the head and stepped back and sat down.

The sorbet was delicious. She finished her little scoop she began licking the spoon slowly. A lock of hair slipped free and covered her eye. We both knew that the edge we'd been toying with was behind us. Nothing could stop it now, it was like a runaway train and anything that got in the way would be crushed. She brought the bowls to the kitchen and came back, reached and wet her fingertips in the vase and pinched out the candles. She took both champagne flutes in one hand and nodded at the bottle, reaching for my hand. There was no need for words now as she led me to the bedroom. There were twinkling lights on the dresser and nightstands. She set the flutes down and turned to me at the foot of the bed.

"If you want your shirt back you can have it now." Her voice barely above a whisper. I set the bottle next to the flutes and set my glasses next to it. I reached for the little belt and left it on the dresser behind me and began unbuttoning the shirt. I leaned down and kissed her skin as the shirt parted, before I realized it I was on my knees. I looked up at the black lace and reached for it.

"No more teasing." I whispered. I looked up at her face and she just shook her head slowly.

"No more." She lifted my chin, and waved me up off the floor. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms. Ran her fingers up and down my torso before grabbing my t-shirt and pulling that off as well. She kissed me in the hollow of my neck and began working her way down. She sat back on the foot of the bed and pulled me towards her. She traced the outline of my cock through my slacks before looking up at me. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped me and pulled my slacks and boxers down together. My cock leapt out at her and caught her by surprise as she flinched. She looked up with a smirk, before she took it in her warm hand and slowly stroked it making a sound deep in her throat. "It's beautiful." She whispered and leaned forward and began licking me from base to tip in slow long strokes. She stopped and took me in her mouth and began working the tip with her tongue. She leaned forward taking more of me.

"Lindsay," I gasped, "I can't take it." She sped up the pace and began massaging my balls. A soft hum came from her throat as she swallowed me and I erupted. Three days if incessant teasing erupted down her throat and she swallowed and swallowed not letting a bit of it get away from her. When I opened my eyes I saw her looking up at me licking her lips, her eyes shone in the dim light, and there was hunger there. I was still rock hard, but I knew she'd been waiting as long as I had, and I was obligated to bring relief to her, as she had for me.

I kicked free of my clothes and knelt before her again. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She kissed me, sharing the taste of me on her tongue. I kissed my way down her neck, her nipples hardened even more in my hands, her nails dug into my shoulders as I worked my way down her body. I pitched her back on the bed reaching underneath her and nearly tore the panties free. I opened her legs and marveled at how beautiful she was. A pleading noise came from her and she wiggled in my hands. I ran my hands down the inside of her thighs parting them fully and leaned forward kissing her gently at first. I ran my tongue the length of her and the moaning got louder. I worked my tongue down her lips and back up, circling her clit and she writhed like a captured snake. Her hands gripping my the hair, urging me on. I slipped my fingers into her, and doubled my efforts on her clit giving it quick butterfly light licks. She began yelling at that point, neighbors be damned. Her hips bucked and it was all I could do to stay on my target as she came. She collapsed, gasping like she'd just run a marathon.

"Holy shit!" She said chuckling. "Give me a second to..."

I flipped her over and lifted her hips. "Ben wait!" She tried to scramble away and I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her back to me. I placed the head of my cock into her and slid into the tight grip of her. "No Ben, no! I'm not on the pill, condoms, nightstand!" I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her down, leaning low over her.

"I'm wearing one, don't worry." I growled behind her ear.

"Oh God, thank you." She said in relief. "Pound the hell out of me then."

I began with long deep strokes her body responded with a bucking rhythm and we began shaking the bed with the force of our lovemaking. She began talking dirty, egging me on as I pinned her down. I let go of her neck and grabbed her shoulder for fear I'd hurt her as I pumped furiously into her. I sped up taking shorter strokes and she began wailing again. "Oh fuck yes!" Her muscles began contracting on my cock and I finally burst driving her hips forward, pushing her halfway across the bed.

She collapsed flat on the bedspread. I fell forward next to her, and after a few minutes of catching our breath she reached over and patted my shoulder. "I'm glad we got the edge off, now we can get down to some serious sex." I never realized how hard it is to laugh when you can't breathe.

I cleaned up and came back to the bedroom and refilled the glasses with the last of the champagne. Lindsay had pulled back the bedspread and blankets and was laying propped up on a pillow. I handed her a glass and she sipped it gratefully as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"You scared the shit out of me there for a second." She said looking up at me.

"Sorry, I was out of my mind with lust. I blame you for that."

She grinned. "I'm pretty out of my mind with it too." I looked at her for a minute. "Allergic, it made me break out. The doctor tried me on another one after, but it was a lot more expensive. They don't exactly have a health plan at the club. Anyway, when I wasn't getting any, I stopped buying them." She reached forward and started caressing my cock, and it was rising to the occasion nicely.

"I'm clean." I said softly. "I got a check up after Jen and I broke up. I had a suspicion that I wasn't the only one she was sleeping with at the end."

"Same here. I got checked up about a year ago. Your finger was the first thing that has been in the temple of the goddess in a few years." She said chuckling.

"I am ever your faithful worshiper milady."

"Does this mean that we're... going steady?" She asked.

I looked up and inhaled deeply. "I don't know. That's a big commitment. First thing you know we'll be mixing our stuff up, and twenty years from now you'll be arguing about who bought that copy of 1001 Jokes Not Safe For Work. You're already wearing my clothes. How can we make this work out?"

She stopped laughing long enough to say that we'd figure something out.



Frisky Freya Finds a Friend



About three years ago I decided to relocate back, to my home town of Byron Bay in Northern NSW. Byron Bay has gorgeous beaches; a fabulous climate and I know the area well and adore the relaxed unique lifestyle.

It's an enchanted place where the rain forest meets the ocean, dolphins and whales swim in the warm waters. Bryon has always held a special place in my heart, there is a creative freedom in Byron Bay that is liberating from the confines of the ordinary that allows the extra-ordinary to take place. Byron is a place where many people embrace the sacred, the sexual and creatively explore their sexual freedom.

I had been working at a radio station in Sydney for the past decade and had become stifled in the hot polluted city environment. My friends were all getting married and having babies, two things that were definitely NOT on my agenda.

I landed a job as a breakfast announcer on Triple Z FM in Lismore, which is only a half hour drive from Byron Bay. Within a few weeks I had caught up with my family and reconnected with old school mates.

One of my friends from high school was a woman named Sian; she was an exceptionally exotic woman. Her mother was an Indonesian Princess who had met a pro-surfer who had been surfing around the Indonesian Islands. It was the summer of 1969; they fell in love and moved to Australia in the 1970's. Together they bought fifty acres of prime Byron Bay real-estate on the cliffs at Tallows Beach which is just outside the Byron Bay village. Here they built a glorious holiday retreat. 

Sian and I spent most of our school holidays at the resort exploring each others blossoming bodies and flirting with the sons of rich holiday makers. 

Sian had inherited the Retreat a few years ago, and had upgraded all the facilities. Set within a stunning 45 acre rainforest, The Tantra Retreat and Spa provides an atmosphere of lush tranquillity and the opportunity to completely relax and rejuvenate. Sian had created a sanctuary where couples could come and safely explore their wildest sexual fantasies!

Sian and her partner Hunter ran sacred sex workshops, co-ordinated erotic singles nights, women's sexual freedom retreats and many other spa and pampering experiences.

After work each day I would head up to Tallows beach, go for a swim and wander up to the resort for a late lunch with Sian. Usually I would get a massage, have a facial or go to a yoga or meditation session. Today was different.

After my swim I walked through the forest and up a little hill to the end of the forest. There is a secret and private path from the beach to Sians private residence.

I went up to Sians place, but there wasn't anyone around, wandering around the back I noticed her back gate was ajar. I called out and went through to the courtyard. Sian and Hunter had created a sensual space, a lush courtyard for alfresco dining, a garden that blossoms with exotic and native flora, soft wind chimes hum and a little stream bubbles down the gentle slope and cascades over a small cliff and meanders across the beach.

Looking back at the ocean I could see the sun dancing on the sparkling azure water. It is such a stunning view; I turned to leave when I noticed someone lying on a massage table under the gazebo that was at the bottom of the garden.

Quietly walking towards the gazebo I noticed that the figure I had seen was not Sian but rather a dark haired version of her boyfriend, Hunter. He was half naked (he only had at towel draped carelessly around his lower half) and was lying face down on the sturdy massage table. 

His chocolate coloured skin glistened in the dapple sunlight. The long black curls of his luscious mane cascaded around his neck and back.

As I made my approach I could feel my shoulder brush past a wind chime and it tinkled as I passed. The guy looked up and smiled.

"Heah there, wow, cool. I'm glad you could make it. Sian has just text me to say that you were too busy with clients up at the retreat and wouldn't be able to come and give me the massage that I desperately need!"

I quickly assessed the situation. I was alone with a very hot and naked man, outside by the beach. There were massage oils and towels on the table next to me and most of my boyfriends complimented me about my erotic and sensual massage techniques...hmm....yeah why not?

I smiled back and said "Glad I could make it. I hope you enjoy the experience!"

I dipped my fingers into the bowl of oil and lightly ran them down his back.

"Just relax, begin by taking three deep breaths, and bring your awareness down to the base of your spine."

I delicately moved my fingers up and down his spine. I slowed down my motions and circled my fingers around the top of his bum. I gently squeezed and stroked each part of his back and neck. My fingers and hands worked in circular motions, kneading and caressing his back.

Softly I whispered, "Ride the waves of your breath, allow yourself to totally surrender to my touch. I am going to move the towel away now and massage your bum and legs"

"Okay", was his raspy response.

His butt was firm and his legs were long and muscular. I kneaded his arse and the tops of his thighs, I could feel him shift slightly under my touch.

This was great; closing my eyes I began to explore his body with my hands. I was beginning to get rather aroused myself.My pale skin looked amazing roaming hs black body. My nipples were tingling and I had the strongest desire to lick and nip his ripe butt.

My hands caressed and massaged down each leg, I oiled and rubbed his feet. His flesh felt delightful under my hands and it dawned on me that it had been a good three months since I had fucked a guy.

I stood at the bottom of the table and massaged up both legs simultaneously, gently stretching his legs apart so I could massage his inner thighs. Dipping my fingers in the oil I dripped and flicked the musky scent onto his arse and thighs. His muscles began to quiver under my feathery touch; I added a little pressure to each stroke. Each movement of my hand took me closer to his balls; I couldn't resist the temptation and was enjoying myself as my fingers began to tease them as I massaged his legs. 

Without encouragement he spread his legs widely on the massage table and I delved into the massage with lusty gusto! I slipped my oily hand down the creases of his bum checks and let them glide over the base of his balls and arse. I leaned right in and my breasts caressed his bum as my fingers probed his inner thigh and balls.

I am a very sensitive person and can easily tune into peoples moods, and I was getting a very strong signal that this mystery man was enjoying my massage techniques.

Feeling the energy rise, I asked, "Would you like to turn over so we can complete your massage?"

The man turned his head towards me opened his eyes, smiled and said, "I would really enjoy turning over and letting you finish what you started! By the way I'm Scott."

"I'm Freya, and it would be my pleasure to finish what I started!"

I was enjoying the power play that was occurring, and I was pretty sure both Scott and I knew how this exotic massage was going to end. Grinning Scott happily turned over. His lips were full, chest was gorgeous and his cock was hard and standing to attention.

I stayed down at his feet and lightly oiled them; my hands rubbed them up and down in a suggestive manner. I lent forward and kneaded my hands up his legs, my breasts rubbing on his feet and toes as I oiled and massaged his legs. Scott stretched his toes forward as I lent over him and his feet pressed hard against my tits.

I was wearing my bikini bathers and had a sarong tied around my waist. Scott's toes flicked my nipples as I reached up his legs. One of Scott's toes got caught in my bikini top and it pulled my tit free. 

Wow, it felt amazing to have my tits rub against his foot. I firmly massaged up his legs, my pelvis grinding the massage table as I caressed and rubbed him. Slowly, I moved around to his side and massaged further along his legs and thighs. Scott spread his legs wider apart as I tantalised his inner thighs. My tits brushed his legs as I teased his balls with my fingers.

His cock was throbbing now. I could see the blood pumping vigorously and I licked my lips in anticipation. I slowly massaged his balls and inner thighs, I leaned over him so my hair would fall across his cock and my tits brushed against his thighs.

I couldn't resist his cock any longer. I deftly manoeuvred my hand from his thigh to his cock; it felt hot and thick in my hand. At that moment Scott opened his eyes and we looked deeply into each others eyes.

"Are you ready for me to finish what I started?" I enquired.

"AH. Yeah, now would be a perfect time," he replied.

Slowly tracing the outline of his cock with my left hand, I dip my other fingers into the oil and begin to rub and massage his balls. My oily hand moves up to his cock and glides easily over his pulsating shaft. His cock comfortably fills my grip, and I begin to wank him with both my hands wrapt firmly around his dick.

My mouth salivates; I just have to get that cock near my lips! As I wank Scott's dick I can feel all tension melt away and knew it was time to suck his knob. I climb up onto the massage table and straddle his legs. Leaning forward on his legs I seductively pluck my other breast from the bikini and my boobs swing and I lower them onto Scott's legs. I lean further forward and tantalize his knob with my lips and his cock with my hands.

Scott suddenly begins to lightly buck and I let my mouth take him deeper. It is so delicious to lick and suck a gorgeous man and I willingly take his cock. I loosen my grip on his dick and thrust my mouth down to the base of his penis. All inhibitions are totally gone and all I want to do is give this guy the best head job he had ever had. I suck, lick & wank whilst rubbing my clit and my tits on his legs.

Scott pushes his bulging beast deep into my throat and I take it all, in absolute delight. He thrusts his cock in time with my sucking, pushing his raging hard-on deeper into my mouth. My fingers tantalize his scrotum, pulling and stroking his balls as I suck his cock. Taking a penis this aroused is exciting and I open my mouth and throat wider to take his full length.

I can feel his precum rise to the tip of his cock and I let it trickle down the back of my throat. I place my hands back on his cock and wank him hard and fast, licking and sucking his knob as I wank him.

My muscles in my pussy shiver as Scott's dick pumps my mouth and hands, we are both ecstatic and with a loud growl Scott lunges forward.

"I want to cum on your tits," he cries.

Still stroking him I slide slightly forward and push my breasts together around his cock.

"Fuck my tits," I plea.

Scott's hand clamps around his bulging member and he thrusts and wanks into my tits, I can just reach the top of his knob with my tongue, and lick it each time his cock pounds me.

I am enjoying this immensely and Scott's pre-cum tastes sweet on my lips. I squeeze my tits tightly around his cock. Closing his eyes Scott moans deeply, his body vibrates, his hand wanks his dick fervently. With a growl Scott's orgasm arrives and my tits and face are squirted with his spunk. 

The ocean roars in the distance, a brightly coloured butterfly flutters past. There is a pungent smell of sex and massage oil in the air and I am straddling a hot sweaty stranger in a temple like structure at the edge of an ancient tropical rainforest.

Life is truly amazing!

Falling forward, I lay my head on Scott's stomach, his cock nettles into my cleavage. Our breath rises and falls in perfect sync. My mind is racing.  "Wow, this is amazing!" I giggle with delight whilst kissing and nipping Scott's stomach, which makes him spasm and chuckle as well.

Slowly I look up, grinning deliriously. "Hi there I'm Freya."

Scott's eyes slowly open, smiling he responds, "Hello Freya, I am REALLY pleased to have met you."

His eyes sparkle in the dappled light. The curve of his lips lures me closer to his handsome face. Shifting my body I stretch up his body. My cunt rests gently on his semi-hard cock and my tits rub his chest as I stretch closer to those lips.

My lips flitter across his neck as my tongue licks and tickles. Scott's hands begin to discover my bum and my lower back; our lips finally are a breath apart, quivering in anticipation of our first kiss.

Looking deeply into each others eyes, my out breath is his in breath, as he breathes out I breathe in. Our sexual energy crackles around us, the ocean keeps rhythm with each breath. I am filled with a profound sense of peace and universal harmony. I couldn't tell where Scott ended and I began.

Suddenly, Scott pulls me tightly against him and we kiss with vigorous passion. Tongues, teeth, hands and lips meld into each other. 

His cock firms quickly beneath my pussy, and I feel an incredible desire to have that hardening member planted deeply into me! I grind and rub my cunt against his cock and our kissing gains intensity. I reach for Scott's cock, raise my arse into the air and wank his cock against my moist hole, his knob teases my clit and I am desperate now to ride "the beast"!

I release his dick as I lower myself onto him; Scott rises to the occasion and pushes himself into my hole. His cock feels wonderful inside me, my cunt walls contract tightly against his bulging member and I ride him with exuberance. I lean back behind me and hold onto Scott's legs for balance and propel myself vigorously up and down.

"Oh yes, pump me harder", I exclaim.

I sink deeply onto Scott's cock, my pelvis grinds against him, and we both groan as I bounce and flex my pussy around him. With each stroke I push down hard, urging his cock to go deeper and harder. Sticky juices smear against us as a wave of intense energy explodes through my being as my orgasms gather momentum. The sheer force of my orgasms vibrates violently through my body and I cum repeatedly with each plunge of Scott's cock.

I shiver and tingle, sparkles of light detonate in my brain. I release Scott's ankles from my vice like grip and fling my body forward and collapse once again on Scott's chest. His dick pulsates within me. His hands caress my back and stroke my hair. I kiss and nibble softly on the hairs on his chest.

Looking up, I kiss his moist lips and say, "Thanks, a great orgasm was exactly what I needed".

"You're welcome! It's wonderful that we both experienced an enormous mount of pleasure from that most excellent massage".

The moment passes, and we are suddenly aware that the world is still going on around us, even though it feels as though we are in a lusty time warp. The wind blows across my body and I shiver involuntarily, wind chimes tinkle and I can hear music coming from Sians house.

Scott and I look at each other; smile and I carefully climb off the massage table and retrieve my sarong which had been cast aside during the massage. Scott sat up and looked really dizzy and disorientated. I pick up his t-shirt and sarong and pass them to him. He nods his thanks and dresses quickly.

Unsure of how to handle the situation I begin to tidy up the oils and fold the towels, when Sian and Hunter stroll towards us. 

"Hi Freya, hi Scott", said Sian. "Scott, I am really sorry that Petina was unable to give you a massage today. She was really with rich resort clients".

Scott's eyes open extraordinarily wide and he looks directly at me with wonder and confusion etched upon his brow.

"Oh, that's okay. I had a "nice" time hanging out with the charming Freya", he replied.

Hunter marched straight up to Scott and gave him a big bear hug.

"Heah bro, it's great you could finally make it to our Tantra resort. I hope you have been on your best behaviour and treated our lovely Freya well?"

Now it was my turn to be stunned. I turned to Scott and asked "Are you and Hunter real brothers?"

Grinning like a wolf, Scott replied, "Yeah, can you see the resemblance?"

I definitely could, and remembered a night recently at Sians place when Hunter, Sian and I decided to celebrate my return to Byron Bay with a late night full moon skinny dip followed by a raunchy warm up in the hot tub on Sians back deck. Yes, Scott and Hunter were very similar in many ways.

Sian, was staring intently at me. "I am so glad that my best friend and my brother seem to be getting along so well".

I give Sian and Hunter a quick hug and kiss good-bye.

Looking at Scott, I smile and say, "Thanks for a spectacular afternoon; I'm looking forward to seeing you again!"

I step up onto tip toes and kiss him firmly on the lips, give him a cute wink and turn and walk away.

It was going to be a hot and horny summer with Scott around!



Frisky Friends!



My ex boyfriend was "a very big boy", but unfortunately he thought that because he had a big cock this was plenty to satisfy any woman, why should he have to bother with arousing her or indeed attempting any kind of foreplay, I'd be lucky if I got a kiss before he banged it in and went for it hell for leather! 

Thankfully since we've gone our separate ways I've discovered a more fulfilling side to one of my male friends, that has taken me somewhat by surprise and led me to the ultimate conclusion that big is definitely NOT better (loving the sigh of relief boys!) it's far more important to have the right chemistry and technique!! 

At the end of an evening's shift behind the bar of a local club, with the exchanges of sultry glances and secret, stolen kisses I can sense that the crutch of my panties are already somewhat damp. The walk home seems to be taking forever as his hand keeps slipping up my skirt, squeezing my buttock tightly, my head is spinning at the thought of the passion ahead of us, we approach my front door and I turn the key gingerly in the lock. 

BANG!! It's like an explosion, as soon as we enter the hallway he's pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hungrily, tearing at my top until he's taken it off and pulled my bra out of the way to expose my firm breasts, hard nipples protruding excitedly, aching to be sucked. I reach behind me to unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. 

He pushes my breasts together so that the nipples meet and greedily takes both between his teeth as I arch my back and moan in ecstasy. "Let's go to bed" I suggest eagerly and taking his hand I lead him up the stairs to my bedroom, he's following slightly behind me, trying to work his fingers into my panties as we climb. We enter my room and he pushes me hard, face down onto the bed, beginning to playfully slap my arse, softly at first then building momentum until he hears the guttural moans escaping my lips and takes this as his cue to start kissing, licking and nibbling the inflamed area knowing just how hot he's making me. One of his hands is laid upon my hip, his other moves deftly underneath me and begins to tease my rosebud clit through my panties, ,making my already wet pussy tighten as I feel the waves already building up at the bottom of my navel. 

The hand upon my hip pulls me further down the bed and I feel his warm wet tongue begin to circle my tight arsehole and I gasp as his fingers work their way into my slick honey pot beneath my thong. I squirm free to try and remove the damp panties but as I try to throw them to the floor he stops me and snatching them from my hand he barks at me to "lay on the bed" and "spread em!". His dark, sexy, smouldering eyes burning into my quite possibly perfect pussy, waxed into a neat landing strip, trimmed before I left for work and freshly shaved lips pouting at him. I bite my lip in anticipation. He takes my nipple in his mouth sucking at first then rolling it between his teeth the way he knows I love and raises the panties towards my face, pushing the moist crotch into my mouth to give me a taste of my own sweet, sticky, snatch. 

I purr like a sex kitten as he moves down my body to concentrate on my pussy again, pushing my panties right inside of it, a dirty smirk upon his face as he pushes every last inch of the silky material inside of me and I feel it rubbing against my gspot, with the panties no longer visible he spreads my legs even wider and brings his hand palm open crashing down onto my pussy with a resounding slap, I quiver with excitement. 

He sees this as the perfect point to remove his clothes, as I watch his cock spring free from his pants I lick my lips dying to taste the precum on the tip of his bellend. I go to remove my boots and skirt but he orders me to keep them on. I turn over onto my belly again, letting him know where I want him to focus, he spreads my cheeks and spits on my arsehole before gently probing it with his finger which presses against the resisting wall before sliding in then been withdrawn and replaced by his tongue flickering in and out my arsehole as I begin to shudder my way through my first climax. 

I roll over and begin to suck his cock in eager appreciation as he leans back allowing time for my orgasm to subside and the hunger to wash over me once more, It doesn't take long and as I'm alternating sucking his spittle coated cock and sucking his balls he flips me over and mounts me in the 69 position, forcing his cock right to the back of my throat making me gag as he starts to finger my arsehole hard and fast, I gag once more, hardly able to control the feeling of asphyxiation combined with him finger fucking my arse. 

He moves to lie next to me on the bed, expecting a kiss I'm surprised to have his fingers that have just been fucking my arse pushed into my mouth, I suck them eagerly and then receive my kiss. "Dirty bitch" he whispers in my ear. 

I urge him behind me again and he pushes the panties still lodged in my pussy even further up, the squelch of their wetness is audible, I wish he'd just ram his cock deep inside my arse but I know how much he likes to tease. H e kneels behind me and starts rubbing his cock between my arse cheeks and forward over my pussy, even in the semi darkness with him behind me out of sight I know he'll be smiling over the power he has over my body, he roughly clutches my breasts and begins biting my neck and shoulders, one of his hands releases their firm grip of my breast and I can finally feel him guiding his cock to my arsehole, after a couple of nudges his cock slides into my tight ring, his fingers reaching for my hair entwining themselves in it and pulling my head back in unison with every thrust, knowing he's watching his throbbing member as he's driving it in and out bringing us both to a shuddering orgasm........ One of many the night ahead of us holds in store. I sigh with utter contentment, pull the sodden panties out of my pussy, force them in his mouth and smile a silent knowing smile that I've finally found a generous lover! 



Frisky Goes To Town



Steam was just billowing out from under the raised hood of the old '52 Chevy stake bed pick up. Very glumly, they sat beside the road and watched the mini imitation of Old Faithful, the geyser. They were actually more concerned about how mad that Paw was going to be when they got back late from the trip down the mountains into town. Paw had a temper, no doubt, and could skin some hide off anyone who crossed him or got him fired up. The old truck was his pride and joy.

As much as the supplies they needed to keep the still going, the antique truck was Paw's baby, and he kept that wooden stake bed in excellent shape and well varnished. In addition to the family business, the cabin, mountain, and that truck were their inheritance, and he told them about caring for all of it as their lives depended on it.

A giant clunking, banging, and loud popping sound had happened before it started blowing the steam out from under the hood. 

Paw had been sick for months it seemed, and Sawdust didn't have a clue about how to care for the truck, check under the hood, and barely knew how to drive it. His gear shifting always had a lot of grinding sounds, and bucking whenever he put the clutch back in to shift. 

Fortunately, they were down to the main highway, and someone should be along to help them in a bit. Sawdust (Paw said that was what was between his ears) sat looking over Frisky as he waited for another car or truck to come along. Frisky wasn't happy about the situation, but knew that fretting would help. She had on an old shirt of Sawdust's that was tied under her full breasts, and a pair of cut off jean shorts. Paw had always called her Frisky, even though her born name was Emma Lou. He said she was as frisky as a new pup, or a squirrel chasing through the trees hunting nuts. And something about one day she would be out hunting nuts too.

The other two brothers had moved off, and Leroy had even gotten in the Army. But Frisky was the only girl, and getting to be about nineteen, while Sawdust thought he was about twenty one. Sawdust had had full access to her body, and spent many nights for years giving her all his nuts could produce. He knew several of their uncles had enjoyed her young, lush body as he had heard them when they came for family visits. Maw had up and died about a year ago, and now Paw wasn't doing too good either.

Sitting, chewing on blades of grass, they almost didn't notice this fancy Escalade pass, stop, and then back up. A big, big city feller got out and came back to look under the hood of the old pick up, and then talked with them about their plight. Introducing himself as Byron Seville (or something like that), maybe Duville; he had offered to give them a ride and asked if Sawdust could drive. Eyes glittering, Sawdust had told him he could drive just about anything, especially that fancy rig of his. Not only that, but this city guy was totally excited about the old truck and wanted to buy it, just like it was.

Sawdust hemmed and hawed, until Byron had offered to buy him a brand new truck in town, and a good meal at the cafe. Knowing when he had one hooked on the line, Sawdust had dug the title out of the glove box, and signed it over to Byron. His real name was the same as Paw's, and he could finally show he had something between his ears after all.

Byron had called some friend with a tow truck before they had left the old truck. Passing the tow truck and honking at it when they were half way to town had been a big moment in Sawdust's life, as Paw had beat him black and blue before for honking the horn on the old truck.

As they were flying down the highway to town (Man, this Escalade would do sixty in a heartbeat), he noticed Byron in the back seat with Frisky. Through the rear view mirror, he could see she had her shirt open and Byron was slurping and sucking all over her melons. Like a man who hasn't a good meal in several days, he thought as he tried to watch and drive at the same time. When her shorts started coming off, he was told to pay attention to the road ahead and nothing else.

From the sounds coming from the back seat (and a brief peek here and there), he laughed to himself that Frisky was getting some strange (whatever, that meant). The bouncing and wallering in the back didn't even make that Escalade fish all over the road like it would have in the old truck. Dreaming about what kinda truck he was going to pick, he forgot about them carrying on back there until they were almost into town.

Driving straight to the dealer was the first order of business, as Sawdust was going to show what a wheeler dealer he was. Man, they had a gorgeous RED Z71, crew cab that had him drooling at both corners of his mouth. But, Frisky (who had her clothes back on) insisted that Paw wouldn't put up with it, and had chosen a dark green Z71, crew cab. It hurt something bad to give up on that bright red one, but he had to agree with her that Paw would probably kill them if he got something other than the dark green one.

Byron had handled the details at the dealer, and even gave him a new hundred dollar bill to go get the supplies. Frisky had stayed with Byron and told him to meet them behind the cafe once he had everything, and she really emphasized Everything.

In his new truck (with an automatic.......no more shifting ever), Sawdust had gone to the feed store with the list from Paw. He highly suspected what he would find her and Byron up to after he loaded up his new truck with sugar, coils of copper, and the other stuff.

Sure 'nuff, that Escalade was rocking and all steamed up from them both naked, moaning and groaning while getting the most out of.... or into each other that they could. He patiently waited about twenty minutes before honking HIS HORN to get their attention. Climbing out as they pulled on their clothes, they then went around to the front of the cafe. Byron gave him a twenty dollar bill and after saying how glad he was to know them took off for some other business.

Floating home in air conditioned comfort and doing sixty, they were stuffed full of themselves and their bellies were about to bust. Paw would be so proud of them and how they could handle the family business, that he was bound to start feeling better. He could probably get up and around again, and visit their aunts and uncles while they took care of everything for him. 

As it was almost dark when they got back up the mountain, they didn't tell him or show him the new truck until the next day. 



Instead of delirious with happiness, he had almost had a stroke on them about the new truck and how well they had done. "YOU MORONS........YOU IDIOTS........that truck was your inheritance!!!! There was probably close to a million dollars hidden in that stake bed. You think I took such good care of it just to look at it being shiny. You two stupids will never learn a thing." With that outburst, he had gone back to bed, and had a heart attack a couple days later.

Several months later, as Frisky began to swell and show that she was in the family way, Sawdust thought "Well, at least I did something right, as Paw always said we needed some new blood in the family tree."



Frisky Night



Feeling a bit frisky one night, I decide to make an unexpected nookie call. I've already showered and taken great care to carefully shave my little jewel bare. I can't wait to see your face when you see me there! LOL While shaving, every touch to my pussy was making my skin hotter and hotter. I could even feel my clit becoming harder. 

Making sure to finish up quickly, I hopped out of the shower and toweled myself dry. I decided then to take out that cute little panty set I'd bought the other day… A Spanish lace bra and thong set in red. A quick spray of my favorite scent and I was off to get dressed. Knowing my clothes wouldn't stay on long I decided to just quickly put on my black workout pants and a fairly see through T-shirt. I wonder if he'll notice my red bra underneath?  

Slipping into my car I head for his house. The radio's playing a sultry song which doesn't do anything but heighten my mood. I can even feel myself quiver softly down there… my pussy getting wetter and wetter with anticipation.

Making my way through the doors and up the corridor, my heart beats faster with each step. I get to the door and walk in quietly. I don't want to awaken him for what I have planned. Hoping he'd kept to his plan of going to bed early as he was planning an early start in the morning. 

Taking a quick peek around and I find his room.. he's fast asleep. I can hear him breathing softly. He looks so cute with the sheet wrapped around his body. He's only managed to cover his hips though so I can get a peek of his beautiful chest. With a silly grin and a naughty twinkle in my eyes, I walk over and begin to remove my clothes leaving my bra and thong on. 

Gingerly climbing into bed, I try to softly remove the sheet from around his hips… I don't want to wake him just yet! He stirs just a tiny bit, but that only helps remove the sheet better.  *giggle*  

What a surprise I got when I realize that beneath the sheet he's bare! Well hello there big fella! Licking my lips I can't wait to really greet him. I look up at him to make sure he's still out and he is. Softly I begin to blow air onto his cock and watch as he stirs just a tiny bit… My fingers unable to remain still, I start to caress him… Just the tips, feather light touches… seeking to stir him little by little. I feel the soft hairs on his thigh right there near his groin and watch as he stirs just a bit more. His legs open wider, hmm now I can see his cock and balls completely. Again, I come closer.. I wet my finger and tease it softly against his cock… the sensation making him stir even more… 

Unable to stand this much more, I need to taste him… I crave him in my mouth. I bring my lips closer and finally my tongue snakes out to taste him. I run my tongue along his cock, up and down a few times and watch again as his cock comes to life.  Still careful not to awaken him, I take his cock in hand and feed it into my mouth, loving the feel of it… especially as he grows inside my mouth, feeling every inch grow against my tongue. Mmm  

Cupping his balls with one hand and the other holding his cock inside my mouth, I stroke him up and down, tasting his wetness. With a quick look up I realize that he's slowly coming to. I laugh to myself thinking of what must be going on in his mind as he realizes what's happening.  I let my fingers slip lower, down between his cheeks… Mmm that spot that makes him go wild… and tease him with my finger… massaging it softly, just enough to make him moan. 

My mouth sucking him harder, longer with each stroke… he moans… It's finally hit him! I can see he's enjoying it as his moaning gets deeper and longer with every stroke of my tongue. I pause a moment and tease him fervently with the tip of my tongue against his cockhead. Circling the ridge and settling just at the tip, I take only the head into my mouth and suck long and hard on it. Oh how I love this spot!  I get all the precum from him and savor the taste. 

Settling back into my rhythm of sucking him deeply into my mouth.. up and down, up and down… I suddenly hear him growl with pleasure, he sits up and grabs my waist forcefully to place me upon his stomach. I bend down and kiss him passionately and say hello. As I do this he pushes my thong aside and pushes me down hard onto his cock! My breath escapes me with the force of his thrust as we begin our ride. Every one of my strokes is met by a deep thrust from him. Both of us grinding ourselves against the other, our passion carrying us away. His mouth on my nipple licking it, stroking it and then tenderly taking it between his teeth to nibble on it. The bittersweet sensation driving me mad with desire, I reach down and pinch his nipples with my fingertips. I need his lips, I need his kiss.. I need to feel him kiss me as we're getting closer and closer to losing all control.

Just as he's reaching my lips to kiss me, I hear him say he's very close and wants me to cum with him. I tell him I'm just as close and that I want to feel him cum inside me. We kiss passionately as our bodies rock against each other. Our breath is short and labored. He takes his hand down between us and with a flick of his finger against my clit as he drives another intense stroke of his cock against my wet pussy, I feel my world begin to shatter around me. Holding me close to him, I moan deeply against his cheek and cum hard as I feel him cum deep inside me.  My body rocking with the intensity of orgasm as deep inside I simultaneously feel the strength of his.

Slowly we both come down from our orgasm, still together we hold each other tight and roll to our sides. Gently stroking one another as we drift off into a contented sleep.



Frisky on the Fourth



This story is a sequel to Babysitting Benefits. Sorry it took so long to write. I was kind of surprised how many requests I got for more stories about me and Roxy. Okay, just Roxy. But you don't necessarily need to have read BB to enjoy this. (It's written a bit differently, by the way. First-person present-tense is hard to keep up.)

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I knew, even months ago, that it was going to be a beastly summer. I recall a day that was so hot--so many air conditioners were running--that it became the second biggest draw of electricity the city had ever seen. Fortunately, we live closer to the water, where the weather is more temperate. But even the cool sea breeze didn't help much this past Fourth of July.

The country's birthday was stinking humid and the whole of America was lounging around in a tank top with a melting ice pack down its shorts. So guess who decided to throw their annual Independence Day party under the brutal sun?

Uncle Bill may have been built like a bear, but he didn't have any fur. He alone was taking the heat in stride and merrily tended his barbecue grill. It was one of those propane behemoths that you could fit a whole side of beef on. I prefer charcoal myself; I like the smokey flavor. Unfazed by the relentless heat, he chitchatted with anyone in earshot, occasionally poking at enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed a small army. (The way he spoke out against the government, one might think he was trying to recruit his extended family.)

The crumby weather aside, I was already having a bad day. You know those times when you wake up and just know it's going to be miserable? Yeah, it was like that. Every opportunity to be clumsy, do something wrong, or have an argument presented itself. I came real close to just punching somebody out.

Needless to say, the ride to Bill and Marlene's was a tense one. The last thing I wanted to do was see more family, but I'm never in such a bad mood that I'll turn down a free meal.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" Aunt Marlene had said. She gave everyone a quick peck on the cheek, trying not to touch anyone longer than necessary in the sweltering heat. "I hope you can talk Bill out of this madness," she added in a conspiratorial whisper.

"The barbecue or the militia?" my father joked.

"Either is fine with me. I'm in the mood to fire off a few shots," I added darkly, stalking away towards the kitchen to get a drink.

Marlene's children, Kerry and Roxanne, were in there already. They preparing some nice cold salads of the macaroni and potato variety to go with dinner. Kerry waved excitedly and I gave her a big hug, making the young girl squeal from the unwelcome closeness.

Roxanne had her head in the refrigerator, presumably digging up some ingredients. The older of my two cousins was easily recognizable by her pear-shaped hindquarters that made the kitchen seem more cramped than it was. She wore sandals and a blue mini-dress with a Hawaiian-themed pattern of palm trees and ocean waves. I could have sworn the tiny surfer on her right buttock was smirking at me.

"Tuck it in, cuz," I said, giving her ass a firm swat.

"Fuck! Keep your hands to yourself, perv!" snapped Roxanne. Her voice echoed slightly from within the cavernous appliance. I gave her a squeeze by way of reply and she kicked at me, swearing some more.

"Language!" Kerry interjected with a scandalized tone.

Leaning over my round-bottomed cousin, I peeked into the massive appliance and dipped my finger into the Ranch dressing for Uncle Bill's beloved Buffalo Wings. "So is it really going to suck today, or is it just me?" I asked around my cream-coated digit. 

Roxanne shoved me out of the way with her ass and carried out a tray of ingredients for cole slaw. "You didn't have to come. No one would of missed you," she sneered.

I knew her words were simple banter, but I couldn't help recognizing them as woefully accurate. "And deny myself the pleasure of your company?" I countered half-heartedly. "Perish the thought." Roxy said something in reply, but I had already excused myself from the room.

My family usually held a few get-togethers on the major holidays. Memorial Day was a bust, since it rained like mad. No one could dissuade Bill from having this party in his own backyard, rather than in someone else's (air-conditioned) house, so the adults huddled in the shade of a few hastily erected beach umbrellas, but not close enough that they bumped clammy elbows. The children ran about, hopping from activity to activity with the sort of boundless energy that makes us ordinary mortals tired just watching them.

Me, I'm the sort of person that keeps to myself, so no one really notices when I disappear. I'm too old to hang with the kiddies, despite their efforts to keep me involved. And unlike my brothers, I'm not so 'mature' that discussions about careers and politics can hold my attention. Most of my day was spent enjoying the solitude of the house.

The street-facing picture windows were open to a humid breeze and it blew right through the house, so loitering anywhere on the first floor felt like standing behind a car exhaust. Not pleasant. The second floor was all bedrooms and I'm not so rude as to muck around in a someone's personal space uninvited. There was one relatively safe spot: the staircase connecting them. The air was still, but the stairs were draped in refreshing shadow.

I rested my head back on the top-most step and set a nice, frosty can of root bear on my forehead. Creaky footsteps rounded the hardwood floor at the foot of the stairwell. If they were headed upstairs, I didn't care, as long as they didn't step on me en route.

Someone large and plump settled down next to me, uncomfortable close in the humidity. "So what's your malfunction, huh?" Roxanne asked. Her snooty voice was the last thing I wanted to hear right then.

"Begone, wench!" I commanded. "Return to the depths from whence ye came!"

"You're a weird mood today," she observed.

"And you're in a bitchy one."

"Yeah," my cousin agreed, jabbing me in the ribs. "But for me, it's normal." She picked the soda can off my head and looked down at me. Her ample bosom, barely contained by her strapless dress, hung enticingly over me. "Seriously, what's up?"

"Just another shitty day like all the others." Rather than meet her gaze, I watched a drop of sweat roll down into her cleavage. She regarded me quietly. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I added, growing annoyed.

Kneeling on the step I sat on, Roxanne straddled my lap and crossed her arms, leaning heavily on my chest. Her dark brown eyes stared at me for a while, so I glared in return. Her equally dark tresses were tied back, but a few sweaty strands stuck to her alabaster skin. The was a familiar stirring sensation between my legs. Despite my temper, I couldn't resist enjoying any opportunity to have her body so close to mine.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," she informed me. Her voice was deliberately even.

"I'm...sorry?" I said, for lack of a better reply. "What, is it my fault? Got a taste of the ol' black magic and you couldn't stand going back to plain vanilla?"

"You're disgusting, you know that?" were her words, but I caught the ghost of a smirk that graced her pouty lips. I reached for my drink, but Roxy held it above her head, sticking her tongue out at me. Quickly taking hold of her wide hips, I thrust up with the pole that was developing in my shorts and she gasped. A sprinkle of root beer rained down on us.

Roxanne pulled away from me, but I held fast, tickling her throat with kisses. She sighed and murmured something that sounded like 'I missed you' and began to grind against my lap. The patterned blue mini-dress was drawn tightly across her body and I peeled back the hem to stroke her meaty thighs and round buttocks. It wasn't easy to get a firm grip, what with her hindquarters undulating so vigorously. The material of Roxy's underwear was silky, with frills. I could hear it scrape across the denim fly of my shorts.

My cousin nuzzled her face in my close-cropped hair. I raised mine to meet hers and she kissed me aggressively. Her full lips were glossy and slick with balm. She moaned, open-mouthed, as her tongue flicked against mine. A bit of saliva drooled down my cheek. Roxy broke away and licked it up, then continued down my neck. Still playing keep-away with my soda, she pulled at the collar of my polo shirt with her free hand and sucked hungrily on my skin.

I whispered sweet nothings in her ear; "Nothing nothing nothing..." Roxy giggled and nipped at me. "You didn't answer my question," I said normally, giving her fat bottom a pinch. "Did he dump you because he found out about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself," she snorted. Roxy paused and laid her cheek against my shoulder, idly running fingers through my bristly pate. "Actually, I dumped him. I wouldn't...I don't think it was you. I dunno. It's not that I don't like him, but he's not as...uh..."

"Sexy?" I supplied. "Talented?"

"Not as 'interesting' as you," she finished, trying and failing to suppress a grin. "Besides, his cock isn't exactly something to write home about."

"You can call me 'parched' too. Can I get that back?" I asked, groping for my root beer.

"Nuh-uh," Roxy responded. She pressed the still-cool can against her forehead, watching me beneath heavy-lidded eyes. "You've been sitting up here, nice and quiet, while I worked up a sweat in the kitchen." She brought the edge to her mouth, murmuring, "So thirsty..."

I swallowed hard, watching as the delicious beverage disappeared between my cousin's pursed lips. She took deep gulps and a couple drops of amber liquid rolled down her chin. I intercepted them, returning the favor by licking the droplets away, massaging her throat with my kisses.

"You bitch," I growled when the can was emptied. "Fine, I'll just have something else to drink."

Hooking my fingers in the top of her dress, I tugged it down and Roxy's heavy breasts flopped out. Rather than attempt to cover herself, she glanced furtively downstairs, where some folks could be heard mucking about in the kitchen. They didn't appear to be approaching and that suited me just fine, because I could freely attack her fleshy globes.

Ever since we celebrated her birthday a couple months back, I regretted missing my chance to give her nipples the treatment they deserved, so I intended to make up for it in spades. They stiffened quickly, surrounded by bubblegum pink areola that puffed up as she grew more excited by my touch. I took the right nub into my mouth, suckling determinedly. I squeezed her heavy globes with a merciless grip and her milky skin flushed in response.

Not satisfied with merely fondling her other hefty breast, I turned my head, quickly replacing one nipple with the other. Roxy cooed appreciatively and lean forward, practically smothering my face with her mammaries. I inhaled as much of her sweet flesh as I could and gave her left nipple a fierce tongue lashing.

"Yeah, suck my tits!" my cousin ordered. Her dirty talk urged me on further and I clamped down on her puffy pink skin as she began to nibble my earlobe.

Roxanne's nails raked my sides and she worked her hands between our closely pressed bodies. I tried not to bite, tickled by her touch as she sought the fly of my shorts. She nimbly managed to undo the button and pulled, forcing the zipper open. My cousin snaked her fingers into my underwear, wrapping them around my hardening member. I reluctantly let go of her breasts and helped her pull it free of my clothing.

The erect organ slapped against Roxy's stomach and she immediately began a two-fisted stroke. She maneuvered the penis in her grip, aiming at her crotch and prodding the moistening mound with its head. I slid my thumbs under the straps of her panties and tugged, pulling her silken undergarment into a wedgie. My cousin gasped at a point next to my head, feeling the material bunch up between her ass cheeks and along her womanly cleft. I pushed against her, could feel her labia part ever so slightly under the pressure, and resented the thin material from barring me further entry.

"Wait," Roxy breathed. "I've got a better idea."

What could be better than ramming my thick meat into her dripping snatch? I had no idea, but nor was I currently in the state of mind to consider the consequences of such an act. Keeping me from pondering this issue was the sight of Roxanne's voluptuous body writhing away, dragging her ivory globes across my torso. Their sheer weight pressed her nipples down so they scratched my stomach.

I groaned–half in pleasure, half in understanding–when my manhood disappeared into Roxy's cleavage. She pressed the heavy mammaries together, enveloping me with soft, smooth warmth. Rubbing along my length, I barely caught sight of my swollen head as it peeked out between her creamy orbs with each down stroke, before retreating just as quickly. Catching her nipples in thumb and forefinger, I tweaked the stiff nubs, leading each stroke by pulling them up and down.

My pinches tightened as I urged her to hurry, desiring to shoot a hot, sticky load into her valley of flesh. Roxanne merely gave me an impish smile and maintained a sedate pace, prolonging my suffering. Her head bowed, blocking the beautiful view, but I felt a surge of delight as she kissed the tip of my member. With each stroke, I felt her lips or tongue upon my engorged head.

"Roxy?" came Kerry's call, dangerously close. "You up there?"

Her older sister's head snapped up and her frightful eyes met mind. I saw a shadow moving through the dining room towards the base of the stairs. All thought or passion disappeared as Roxanne clambered over me. I pushed her fat bottom over the last step, then scrambled after her on hands and knees. We bolted down the upstairs hall as silently as possible; soft thudding from below meant Kerry was following us. We fled into Roxy's bedroom, but weren't fast enough to close the door before her sibling approached. A sick feeling developed in my gut as I realized we were trapped and Kerry was coming in.

Roxy grabbed me by the collar and tugged, pulling me behind an Oriental dressing screen that sat unused in the corner. Both of us were too tall to hide behind it standing, so I slumped down the wall, my cousin crouched in front.

Kerry walked in. I could make out her form through the sheer material of the screen. Even in the dark corner, it would only protect us from a cursory glance. "Where'd you go?" the tomboy muttered to no one. But rather than exit, Kerry crossed the room to her sister's brightly decorated dresser. She picked something off it and appeared to be admiring herself in the mirror hung above.

At that point, I felt a wetness down below. I–rather foolishly–though Roxy was crying, but when I looked down, I saw her lightly teasing my stomach with the tip of her tongue. Drops of saliva rolled off it and down my skin, which I'd mistaken for tears. 

There was a glint in her dark eyes. The fear of being discovered excited her far more than it did me, but I could not resist the arousal that returned. My semi-flaccid manhood was still hanging out the fly of my shorts and Roxanne took it into her mouth, sucking quietly. She cupped my balls, massaging them, reinvigorating my erection with her ministrations.

I looked back up. Kerry still hadn't left. She was humming to herself now and I also heard the clatter of small knickknacks on the dresser's wooden top.

My hands gripped Roxy by the ears and I intended to pull her off me. But somehow, I instead found myself pulling her closer, driving her to deep throat my aching member. I idly admired the improvement in her technique. Whether it was the result of her sudden lust or practicing on her now-ex-boyfriend, I didn't care. There was not a tremor or gag. Her tongue moved in a continuous roll along the underside of my shaft and her throat constricted around the head when she swallowed.

Kerry moved away, though she was still in the room, but I just couldn't hold it any longer. Roxanne's fingers quickly snapped up and pinched the base of my manhood like a vise. The jolt of pain silenced my oncoming moan and the first surge of ejaculation was stymied by her surgically precise grip. Unable to cum, even with my meat between Roxy's gorgeous lips, I gritted my teeth and sent mental signals entreating Kerry to leave.

At last, she walked out, looking for her sister elsewhere.

Barely a second passed before Roxy's fingers relented. What little pleasure there was in this orgasm had since passed. All that remained was relief and the great gob of seed that filled my cousin's mouth. My legs were already trembling; all strength left them and I plopped to the floor, my slime-coated stick sliding from Roxanne's mouth.

I panted, "That was just crue–"

Roxanne cut me off by slamming me against the wall and kissing me fiercely. It was not her boldness, but the timing, that stunned me. Perhaps a minute passed before I was fully aware of the goo that passed from her mouth into mine. I choked and tried to pull away, but she stayed on top of me, massaging my neck and coaxing me to swallow.

I had been led to believe by the tradition of erotic literature that semen tasted salty. Whether or not diet affects flavor, I don't know, but mine sure seemed more like a mouthful of stale spit. What really got me was the thick consistency and I nearly choked on the slimy blob. When my cousin finally broke away for a breath, I rolled onto my face and coughed.

"How d'you like a taste of your own medicine, cuz?" she asked haughtily. The pun offended my comic sensibilities more than the flavor did my taste buds.

"You still–sore–about that?" I gurgled, trying to suppress a gag.

Roxy made a show of considering it. "Not so much." She smirked. "It was funny, though."

While I crawled over to the bed and pulled myself upon it, my cousin went about reorganizing the assorted tchotchke that littered her dresser. I satisfied myself with observing her backside. It was so hot that sweat rolled off her voluptuous body from just standing there. She hadn't bothered to readjust her mini-dress, so Roxanne was naked on top and her round ass hung out the bottom. Tiny droplets slid down her creamy skin, accentuating the muscles of her back and the meaty globes of her buttocks.

The ol' soldier was ready for action again in no time.

My cousin seemed to grow increasingly agitate until finally slamming her hands down on the hard wood top. "That rat!" she snarled, presumably speaking of her younger sister. "She took my favorite hair clip!"

While she was occupied, I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked the denim shorts to the floor. It was quite refreshing to be nude in the stinking humidity. Cool as can be, I ambled up behind Roxanne and looked over her shoulder. She tensed momentarily when she felt the stiff shaft of my manhood poking between her sweaty cheeks as I moved closer. I pulled her greasy hair free of its scrunchie binding and it fell across her shoulders.

Roxy leaned against my chest and I began to massage her shoulders. She reached back, sliding her hands along my thighs and hips. Our clammy skin pressed together, sticking from the sweat. Her head rolled back as I kneaded the stiffness away. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing; I knew she could feel mine too. My fingers picked their way over her chest and around the pliant flesh of her breasts. I lightly caressed the nipples, teasing them, enticing them to swell in arousal. She cooed.

I gently steered my cousin towards the bed. There was a modicum of resistance as I tried to guide her down, but she melted under the skill of my magic fingers. Roxanne stretched out and I kissed a path across her torso, pulling off her twisted up mini-dress and the silken panties that were now almost completely transparent, soaked through from sweat and her womanly juices.




Frisky on the Fourth



Roxy spread her legs for me and I chuckled evilly. She was shaved completely smooth, nary a blemish. The pink lips of her womanhood glistened with her juices. It was an attractive offer, but that wasn't what I had in mind. I took her by the hips and she rolled onto her stomach, looking back at me, her dark eyes large and curious.

I'm an ass man, first and foremost. Big, small, fat, tight. I love them all. I love the shape of them and the feel of them, especially when they're strangling a nice, hard cock. It's anal for me, baby, and Roxanne had the best ass I could ever hope for.

Parting the meaty cheeks with my fingers, I buried my face between them, inhaling the pungent aroma. She gasped as my tongue assaulted her anus. The knotted ring tightened and I coaxed it to relax with nimble ministrations. I dipped into the fleshy orifice, prodding inside her. She had a nutty flavor. My mouth opened as much as it could. Lips smacking, teeth scraping, jaw aching. I forced my tongue to extend and inserted as much as possible. I pushed and Roxanne pushed back. It was far too much fun and I had to force myself to continue what I was really aiming for.

The bed springs creaked as I climbed on top of my cousin, pressing her down with my weight. I held my member in one hand and rubbed its head through the crack of her ass. Finding her neat little hole again, I pressed firmly. The swollen bulb squeezed through and I was suddenly sucked in. There was no need for a lubricant. Between the two of us, she was slicked up and ready to go. Roxy bit her lip all the same, anticipating some pain. That only made it harder, so I calmed her with some soft touches and sweet words.

I could feel every pinched ridge and vein as my manhood sank into Roxy's ass, inch by inch. The stiff organ was swallowed up by her, enveloped in heat. I almost thought I'd have a hot dog dangling between my legs when I was done. The feeling of my sack resting against her nether lips reminded that I could only go so far.

Savoring the tightness, my hands recommenced massaging the smooth skin of my cousin's back. Her milky complexion flushed under my firm grip. Roxanne stretched and flexed, growing accustomed to the unusual penetration, thanks to a bit of encouragement. When she was finally receptive to a proper drilling, I extended my hands along her arms and entwined my fingers with hers.

The first thrust caused Roxanne to cry out, which she muffled in a pillow. It was fast and hard. Her anal muscles spasmed. My hips slammed against her ass and I pounded Roxy into the mattress. But she didn't complain. Carefully, I exerted a bit more control and forced myself to go slower, plugging away with a gentle ebb and flow of pressure.

Working up a beat, we created a kind of carnal music. The squeaking bed, the slapping of my scrotum against her pubis, and Roxy's moans. She sounded like whore, grunting with every thrust and begging for more in a throaty, lustful voice.

"Again," she gasped. "Harder!"

I was happy to oblige her. Wrapping an arm around my cousin's waist, I lifted her trunk off the bed into a semi-doggy position. With her legs bent and her ass in the air, I was free to pound her with all my strength. I pulled out slow and came down hard. Roxy's ass made a sort of squelching noise as her tightening muscles surrendered my rigid member, then was forced to accept it again.

Drool was flowing from Roxanne's mouth as she bit a pillow, weathering the onslaught. But I was going to up the ante. I slid my free hand between my cousin's legs and while I fucked her, my fingers tickled the lips of her womanhood. She didn't seem to notice at first. I stroked her moist slit in time with my thrusts, then inserted one finger slowly. Roxy moaned louder. Pushing in another, they curled around and quickly found my cousin's clitoris. I prodded the small, hard nub.

Roxy arched up as if she'd been electrocuted. She threw her head back and her greasy hair fanned out, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through her bedside window. Liquid heat drenched my hand. Both of her holes clenched viciously.

I didn't need any more incentive than that and I let myself go. Orgasm came easily, but with my swollen manhood filling my cousin's ass, there was no room for ejaculation. Like a plugged garden hose, a backwash of pearly semen sprayed out of her fleshy orifice. Shuddering, one last thrust forced sticky blobs of seed to splatter our skin. Whatever pleasure I was robbed of earlier was paid back, with interest.

We collapsed as one into a sweaty, panting heap. The sheet's of Roxanne's bed were soaked so heavily that we might as well have been laying in a puddle. Her assaulted anus refused to surrender my still-erect member and I cuddled up to her in a spoon position. There were no unwelcome lights, pesky siblings, or interruptions of any kind. It was almost a miracle that we were allowed to lay in peace in quiet, for once able to enjoy the afterglow a vigorous rutting.

"That was...better than I thought it would be," Roxy said at last.

"I'llllllll take that as a compliment?" I replied. My cousin giggled and twisted around to kiss me.

After that, well, I doubt you care. There was a bit of maneuvering to rejoin the party without seeming conspicuous. Dinner was uneventful. Roxy and I pretty much avoided each other for the rest of the day. Not out of any embarrassment or shame, but beyond an unconventional lust, we didn't share much in common. Neither of us wanted a serious relationship right now anyway. But that didn't stop us from making some clandestine plans for the weekend.



Frisky Wife



My wife has a real love for Florida and its beaches. Every year we take a vacation to this warm weather state to relax and re-charge. My wife is 45, with brown blondish medium length hair, a movie starlet smile and a very nice figure. She is always getting compliments on her smile and perfect skin tone, although I think many of the men are just shy about complimenting her nice tits. She gets a lot of attention from men, even though she is not a real big flirt. 

This past year we made plans to stop at Manatee Park in Florida, I always leave the trip planning to my better half. She had bought a new bathing suit just for the trip, it was a one piece that really showed a lot of cleavage and her shapely ass. Vacations are always great, you get to relax and it always seems to kick our sex life up a notch. My wife is very modest and sex is usually missionary or doggy style most of the time.

We arrived at the park during the week and it looked almost deserted. We parked near the water, that featured a spring that was crystal clear, you could see 20 feet down to the bottom. We parked next a building by the spring, it housed a changing house for men and women, restrooms and showers. My wife was dead set on getting on her suit and taking a dip in this gorgeous spring. I went in and changed into my swim trunks and joined her at the spring. It was so peaceful as the two of us swam and played in the water, it was great not having any one around and not fighting a crowd.

My wife was being playful and trying to pull my trunks off as we kissed in the water. I could tell she was getting frisky and I was anticipating a good time at our hotel room later. When my wife gets excited her chest above her cleavage gets red and she flashes me a devilish smile. I told her we should probably change and head to our hotel.

When we exited the spring, I playfully pulled her into the men's changing room, there was no one around and she actually came in without hesitation. My heart was pumping and I was starting to get semi-hard. Once inside we started to kiss and I moved her over to a large sink area that had 2 sinks and 10 feet of counter space with a large mirror. 

We continued our deep kissing a touching, my wife was kissing me harder and harder, I knew she was getting very excited and wet. Since there was no one around, I peeled down the top of her swimsuit and started to lick both her nipples. It was a little chilly in the restroom and her nipples were hard as a rock. She started to rub my now hard cock. I started to strip off her swimsuit but she hesitated, she said what if someone comes in? I said this park is dead and no one is around, just relax. 

She relented, as I massaged her pussy and continued to kiss her, and those hard nipples. Once I Had her suit off, I picked her up and placed her on the bathroom sink counter top and took off my trunks. I moved close to her as she straddled her legs around my body and I plunged my rock hard cock into her pussy. It was very exciting and as we fucked each other. My wife had her eyes closed and she was enjoying the moment. 

Then in the mirror I saw 2 dudes walk in and head right towards us. They were both in their twenties and dressed in sweat pants and tank tops. Both were about my height and in in very good shape, you could tell they hit the weights from their toned arms. It was almost surreal as I continued to fuck my wife and she was still oblivious of the strangers. 

One of them pulled down his sweats to his thighs and started stroking his big fat cock. The other one came up next to me and placed his hand on my wife's breast, she opened her eyes as she realized it wasn't my hand on her breast. Her eyes darted to the man's hand on her tit and then to this stranger stroking away on his cock. I had stopped fucking and was looking to get us both out of there. My wife seemed transfixed on the guy stroking away, his cock was about 7 inches and very thick, compared to my 5 inch cocked it looked even bigger. She seemed mesmerized or maybe just taken aback by what was going on. 

Once I moved back, I planned on grabbing my wife and high tailing it out of there, but these 2 guys hand another plan. The one with a handful of my wife's boob, took his other hand and pulled down his sweats below his ass. I was now behind him and could only see a very muscular ass move to the spot I just vacated. He proceeded with great speed shoving his cock in my wife. She looked in shock as to what was happening, she took her eyes off the guy stroking his cock and locked eyes with this stranger, who by this time was already thrusting away in my wife's pussy. 

I was like a deer in headlights, not sure what to do. I noticed my wife re-wrapped her legs around this strangers ass and leaned back slightly to take his full thrust. Her chest was all red and she had closed her eyes again. The stranger started to suck on her neck and she started to move her hips to his rhythm. Not in a million years would I expect my wife to lose her senses and open her pussy to another guy like this. Was she so far over the edge to realize we are in danger. 

I started to move toward them and to pull this guy off my wife. The other guy stepped ahead of me and blocked me, at this time my wife was panting and having another orgasm as this stranger filled her pussy and sucked on her neck. He was picking up his pace and I could tell he was gonna come inside my wife and it was too late to stop him. He came and then shoved his hips deep into my wife, then pulled out and wiped his cum soaked cock on my wife's leg. I realized now why maybe my wife did not push this stranger away, he was wiping at minimum 8 inches of shiny cum soaked cock on her leg. He pulled up he sweats, backed away lit a smoke and stared at me as his buddy moved in. 

I was stunned and pissed about what just transpired. but no longer scared. I was actually excited and was getting a hard-on. The other guy with the 7 inch thick cock was now starting to work his cock into my wife, his cock was a lot fatter and my wife opened her legs more to help accommodate his girth. He was more rough, as he grabbed the back of my wife's neck for leverage and slowly thrust his way into her pussy. 

She had started to grunt as he pounded her, she grabbed his ass with her left hand as he thrusted. By this time I was rock hard, but also thinking what the fuck am I doing not stopping this. 

When my wife and I fucked it was always great but I could tell this was off the chart, she was making grunts and whims that she never did with me. Was it the situation or just their large cocks that pushed her to forget she was my wife?

The sound of my wife having another orgasm must have pushed the stranger over the edge as he grunted and pulled the back of my wife's hair as he came inside her. As quickly as he mounted her, he had his sweats up and was walking out the door. His buddy tossed his cigarette and followed. 

My wife was still laying back on the counter with her legs hanging down. Her pussy and leg were cum soaked. I was still dazed from what I just saw but still had a massive hard on.I helped her off the counter and pushed her to the floor and on her knees. I was a man possessed as I pulled out my cock and forced it into her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head but she did not fight her fate. I started to fuck her mouth. I was amazed, because the past 22 years of marriage, she never liked rough sex or anyone coming in her mouth. I pushed farther and farther into her throat and then came like I never had in my life, my wife swallowed everything.

We got cleaned up and dressed and headed out to our car. By this time the 2 strangers were gone, we headed back to our hotel in silence. I wanted to talk about what happened but knew better as I could tell she did not. It was almost 2 months before we had sex again, it was missionary and pretty vanilla. I do have a great memory of that day but alas its very distant now.