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It Happened One Night Ch. 01

By: JUDO



It had only been three hours since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan was already dreading the after-hours bash that his boss, Theresa, always insisted on. Adam had worked for the firm for two years and every quarter; they did the same damned thing.

"Milligan?" His boss always insisted on using last names.

Just like the Army, I guess. Adam quickly framed his toothy smile at Theresa's approach. "Yes, Chandler?"

"Tres bien. You will be attending mon petite soiree this evening? At my new place, N'est pas?"

What's with the fake French accent? Adam lowered his raised eyebrows. "Eh… Oui, of course, wouldn't miss it."

Theresa flashed expensive orthodontia and sashayed her sizeable behind towards another pathetic middle manager in the corner. Adam dashed for an exit and fished a smoke out of his coat.

* * *

The lights of the city flew by as the car zigged left and rolled right through Friday rush-hour traffic. Adam had gotten a ride from Darren in accounting to get to Chandler's place, but neither of them could remember where her new digs were.

"Hey… Hey, Adam?"

Adam snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah?"

"Was that West Tenth Street or what?"

Adam fished around in his pocket for the Mapquest printout. "I don't know, it just says Tenth on the…"

"Fine. We'll find it."

The car made a hard left up a well-lighted street and trolled to a stop, looking for curb numbers. A lively Stop-N-Go rolled into view.

"Naw, it ain't West Tenth. Not unless Chandler's partyin' in the walk-in cooler or somethin'."

"Hey, pull in here for a sec, anyway." Adam felt in his pockets.

"Get me a beer, will ya?"

Darren found a space on the side of the building, double-parking behind a semi. Adam hopped out, rounded the corner and ran smack into a huge pair of breasts, face first. The woman fell back to the wall by the payphone.

"Hey, watch it!"

Adam's face paled. A very tall black woman held her chest and stared daggers at him.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry." Adam reached a hand out toward her to help.

The woman looked at his hand, then back at him. Her face softened and she grabbed his hand.

Adam helped her up. "I'm sorry, I just… I have this stupid party I have to go to, and I…"

"Damn, you’re a nervous little thing, ain't ya?"

When the woman stood up straight, she was a good five inches taller than Adam. Her hair was tinted red and in long braids framing a striking face - almond eyes, full lips, high cheekbones - she looked like a model, but for her too large boobs.

Adam grew silent for a moment as he took her in, his eyes flashed from her beautiful face to her breasts and back again.

She smiled. "You okay?"

He inhaled suddenly and quickly looked back up at her face. "Oh, I… Sorry."

"Yeah, so you said. Just slow down some, little man. Take it easy." She smiled and walked on.

Adam watched her jeans grind away for a moment, closed his eyes, then slapped his forehead. "God, what a fuckin' idiot."

Inside the store, he grabbed a pack of Camels, a beer for Darren and went to the counter. A young Pakistani man sold a couple of six-packs to a petite woman, then looked to Adam. "That be all, sir?"

"Yeah, and matches, if you got 'em." The young man bent down and felt below the counter, never taking his eyes from over Adam's right shoulder. He looked nervous. Adam turned, spotting a curved mirror hanging in the corner. In the mirror, four young men with big coats were cutting up in the last aisle of the store, loudly cursing and challenging each other.

"No, you man."

"Get the fuck out. I ain't gonna…"

"Here you are, sir." Whipping back around, the matches were in Adam's face. He took them, paid and dinged out the door.

Darren pulled a U-turn in the street and headed east down Tenth into a dark neighborhood. Streetlights were commonly shot out in this older part of the city. Run-down duplexes and old homes with peeling paint, tin siding and in need of years of yardwork led right up to a new walled-in set of brightly-lit condominiums. From the fourth condo to the right of the entrance, loud music thumped into the night, echoing off the surrounding houses.

"This be it, Adam. I'll let you out here and find a place down the street. Cool?"

"Cool. Okay. Thanks, man. See you inside." Adam hopped out and the car moved slowly down the block, looking for a space.

Adam walked up the lighted pathway amidst sculpted grassy hills and several thousands worth of imported tropical plants. A big guard wearing a vest behind the gate eyed him warily.

"I'm here for the party in 1278."

The guard frowned, pointed to his ears and shook his head. He pointed to Adam's left. There on the wall was a list of apartments with lighted addresses beside them, and a bell for security. Adam smiled, flashed an "okay" sign and pushed "1278." A phone rang through the speaker, then music poured out of it.

"Chox Incorporat… I mean, Theresa Chandler's residence."

"Amy? That you?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

It's me, Adam. I'm out front. Can you buzz me in?"

"Yeah, just a second. Sorry, Chandler put me to work as soon as I got here. This isn't quite the same as the switchboard… Ah, here we go!"

The door buzzed and Adam pushed it open. "Thanks," he said, but the speaker was already quiet.

Following the booming music, Adam walked through the pretentious structure, then climbed stairs past an impressive fountain to 1278. He knocked and waited. He knocked again. He tried the knob, letting himself in.

Adam squinted as the music slammed into him like a living presence. The party was in full swing - bodies jumping and diving in disco light just inside the entryway, and stairs leading down to the main room crowded with friends, couples and sharks. Adam leaned close to one shark nearby.

"Where's the bar?"

The man took his eyes off the legs of a woman Adam knew from shipping long enough to jerk a thumb towards the kitchen.

"Thanks!"

The kitchen was more of the same, bodies sitting on and leaning against every counter - the men downing beers as if in a contest and the women trying to balance goblets of white wine away from the traffic moving by.

I wish she'd at least get a bigger place. 

Suddenly, a soft derriere backed out of the open fridge and straight into Adam's trousers. It paused there, resting against his cock and balls, then rubbed up and down a couple of times.  Adam couldn't back up for the bodies.

The soft backside stood up and turned around - Theresa Chandler. "Milligan! I thought that was you." Then she laughed that party laugh of hers that was somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and a rasping jackass.

Theresa's generous breasts threatened to spill out of the front of her spaghetti-strap gown, their heft bouncing with each tasteless chortle.

"Hi Chandler. Nice dress."

"Oh, do you like it? I just picked this up last week on vacation. Figured I had to wear it before the frost set in."

Vacation. God, I hadn't had a vacation in how long? Theresa's vacation had been in the Cayman's for Christ's sake. Just look at the tan.

"Yeah, Chandler. It's very, eh… Very tropical. Kind of goes with the plants out front."

Theresa's face blanked for a moment, thinking. "Oh yeah. I'm so glad you came."

"Yeah, thanks, I was won…"

You need a drink, don't you? Follow me."

Always warm, that one. Chandler waddled through the crowded kitchen, through the packed dance floor and up some stairs to sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. Outside, tiki lamps lit the pool and surrounding garden. Chandler stopped to talk to a tall, dark Italian man - from purchasing, I think. She pointed.

"Over there, Milligan, by the diving board. Sherri will take care of you."

Adam started to say thanks, but Theresa was already into mega-flirt mode with the unfortunate Italian. He walked down to the bar and got in-line behind a couple of self-absorbed salesmen, still discussing their own contributions to Chox's sales record from last summer. He waited patiently until they got their order. But then they stayed at the bar, still talking and decided to begin drinking there, too.

"Uh, excuse me, guys."

One of them looked up at him, frowning. "Why? Did you fart?" The other one started laughing as they moved off. Jerks. Why is it that salesmen are always assholes? Just because they drive Ferraris and I have a Yugo, when it works.

Adam rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and looked towards the bartender. She was gorgeous. Long whitish blonde hair, big brown eyes, a smile that wouldn't quit - even in the starched tux shirt and long black skirt, he could tell she had a body to beg for.

She poured a Jack and seven, then looked at Adam. Her smile grew into a wide grin.

"Hello." She said the two syllables as if she knew him. An entreaty that he just couldn't get past. So, instead, he stared into her eyes - her deep brown, beautiful twin pools of crystal mist that…

"Are you okay?"

He snapped out of it. "Yeah, yeah… I just… I…" He relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes, sighing.

She laughed. He looked back up at her.

"Sorry, I work for the woman throwing this thing. I have to be here."

She smiled. "Me too, but at least, I'm getting paid."

Adam stared at her again. He couldn't believe he was standing this close to perfection.

"Can I get you something?"

And how, he thought. "Uh, yeah, a gin and tonic, please. You've got Sapphire?"

"Sapphire and tonic, coming up. Lime?"

"Great." Adam thought for a minute. What can I say to her? Bartenders hear everything. No line would work.

She handed him the drink. He put a buck in the tip jar.

"Do you always do this?"

"You mean tend bar? No, not always, I do other things."

"I wondered. You're so beaut…" I can't say that. It's a total come on. "So… Uh, you don't look like a bartender."

"Oh really? And just what do I look like?" She smiled that dazzling smile again. Adam's head swam a bit. He blinked and thought.

Like a fashion model. Like Miss America. Like a bathing beauty.  "You look like a princess."

She laughed. "A princess?"

Adam continued to stare. Her brow crinkled as she looked at him. "Thanks. That's nice to hear. I'm Sherri." She held out her hand.

Adam looked at it, then shook her hand. "Adam. Adam Milligan."

"Nice to meet you, Adam, but there's a long line behind you, and I have to get back to work."

Adam looked behind him and saw some evil looks. "Oh, sorry. Sorry." He moved off to the side and watched Sherri fill glasses for a moment.

What an idiot I am. He pushed his hair back and looked down at his drink. He took a sip and looked for a place to sit. The backyard was almost as crowded as the dance floor and Adam felt like he needed a quiet moment. He walked back into the house. The music had grown quiet and couples were pressed together moving in slow circles. A dark hallway led off to the right and Adam followed it.

A dark door opened to the left. Adam looked inside, but only saw a big dark shape on the bed lit by the security lights from outside the curtains. He felt next to the door and turned on the lights - coats, purses, shoes, jackets. All manner of cast-off clothing framed this party's version of a cloakroom.

But it was quiet. An overstuffed chair in the corner had a purse and a couple of coats on it. Adam moved those to the bed, turned off the light, closed the door and found a few minutes of solace in the comfort of the big chair. The music still filtered in through the walls along with the constant buzz of all the too-loud party talk and laughter, but tilting his head back and closing his eyes, Adam managed to breathe deeply.  He pictured a cool stream, running beside a forest meadow - fog drifting between the pines from the nearby ocean in between rays of warm sunshine. Adam could feel his shoulders relax, the palms of his hands loosen, and the tension drain from his body.

He opened his eyes and saw a light shining from beneath a door. His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness and he could see everything in the room fairly clearly. A bathroom - he could see a slight reflection in the tile beneath the door, moving.

He stood up and walked to the door, listening. The ambient noises of the party made it really difficult, but was that breathing? He pushed his ear to the door carefully.

He could hear breathing, hard breathing, as though someone were working out. Then, suddenly, he heard a high-pitched moan. He backed away and looked at the door. There it was again, another moan. Adam smiled. He could feel that familiar tingling in his balls.

Someone's fucking. He pressed his ear back to the door, listening to the rasping breath, the squirming, and the squishy sounds of sex.

Then, a woman's voice rang out. "No! No, stop! Stop it!" Followed by several grunts. Adam frowned and looked at the door again.

Worried, he thought for a moment.

"No, no. Ugh… Stop. Stop!" She sounded in trouble.

He knocked on the door. "Hey, everything okay in there? Are you all right? Hey!"

The sounds stopped. He could hear some shuffling around inside and breathing. The toilet flushed and the door opened. As the door swung wide, it lit up the room. A woman stepped out. It was Sherri, the bartender. Her eyes went wide.

Adam's mouth hung open, staring at her. "Are you… Are you okay?" Adam looked in the bathroom - no one was in there.

He stared back at Sherri. Little beads of sweat accumulated at the edge of her hairline. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She looked down at the floor, still breathing a little heavy and her nipples were as stiff as her starched shirt.

"I'm fine. I'm okay. I… I have to get back to the bar."

Adam advanced as she backed towards the door.

"What was… I thought you… Why did you cry 'Stop?'"

Sherri backed into the door, looking away from Adam's face. She frowned. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes. She started to sob.

Adam felt a wave of compassion sweep through him. "Oh, don't, don't, don't. Don't sweetie, don't."

Sherri put her arms on his shoulders, her face in his chest and started to cry into it.

Adam gently placed his arms around her and held her. He felt her hot face through his shirt and the dampness of her tears wet his chest.

He started to pat her back as if she were a little girl. "It's okay. It's okay."

She stopped crying and wiped her face. Adam grabbed a tissue from the dresser and handed it to her. "I'm not… I'm not okay. I'm sorry." She started to cry again.

Adam put his arm around her waist and led her to the bed, sitting beside her. "Heck, I'm the one who's sorry. I never should have interrupted you. I didn't understand."

Sherri stopped sobbing and looked up at him. "You're sweet, and… I'm such a low-life."

"Now don't say that. You're not a low-life. You're wonderful, beautiful - a princess, remember?"

That stopped her. Sherri looked up at Adam from her tissue. Her face scrunched up from crying, her lips trembling. She half-smiled at him and threw her arms around him, hugging him close.  Adam could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. Her soft, warm body triggered something at the base of his cock. He was stiff in a second. Sherri felt it, too. She jumped back, her hands still on his shoulders, looking at the front of his trousers and held her breath.

His trouser tented to the left. Adam licked his lips. "I'm sorry. I… I couldn't…"

"Shhh…" Sherri stared at the lump in Adam's trousers. Then, she peeked up into his eyes.

"Do you know what I was doing in there?" She indicated the bathroom.

"Well, I could guess, but…"

"But you really didn't understand it?"

"Well, yeah. I don't."

Sherri looked deeply into Adam's eyes. They grew wide as she riveted him with a stare. She was breathing deeply again, breathless.

"I have to… I must get off several times each day. I can't resist it. When I'm working, it's like an itch I can't scratch, calling to me, reminding me that she's there."

"Who?"

"My orgasm. She calls to me, reminding me not to forget her. I have to go, do you understand?"

"I… Uh, sure. Uh, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go, I guess."

"Don't you ever feel that way? Even just a little? You're not supposed to do it, but you have to?"

"I guess so, sometimes I do."

Sherri held up her fingers. "And it's so easy. All I have to do is picture someone and use my fingers as though they were with me, but…"

"But?"

Sherri sighed loudly and her shoulders sagged forward. Adam watched her nipples trace lines along her blouse.

She sighed. "But I've lost jobs because of it."

"You've been caught?"

"No. Never caught, but too long away from your desk, or on break or lunch…"

"Oh, I see."

"That's why I was telling myself to stop. I really need to stop, but… I just, can't."

"It's like an addiction then?"

"Yeah, I've tried a couple of encounter groups, but the guys just egg me on. Even some of the women."

Some of the women?  "Oh, yeah. That's tough."

They sat in the silence for a little while, echoes of the party muffled by the door.

Sherri looked up. "What were you doing in here?"

"Me? Oh, just trying to find a quiet place. I've been pretty stressed lately."

"I can see that." Sherri was staring at his cock again. Adam inhaled, growing stiffer by the second.

She looked up at him. "Do you want to kiss me?"

The deep brown eyes pleaded with him. "Do… Do I want to…?"

Sherri kissed him. Her warm soft lips pressed hard into his mouth, pushing, swaying, sliding against his lips, sucking on his mouth. Her hands circled behind his head, pulling him into her. She pushed her little tongue along his lips, licking the wetness there. She backed off for a moment, smiling, then plunged ahead again, pushing her tongue deeply into his mouth. 

Adam slid back onto the pile of coats and jackets behind them. Sherri pressed forward, her breasts flattened against his chest, her hips lying against his. Adam's hands slipped lower, pulling her butt to him, sliding his cock against her mons.

They parted, breathing heavily.

"When you were in there," said Adam. "Did you… Uh, did you finish?"

Sherri shook her blonde locks. "No, I didn't." She pressed her hand into her crotch, pushing her skirt tightly between her legs. Adams eyes shot to her hand. Sherri smiled, then bending forward; she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly - revealing calf, knee, thigh, then placed it at her waistline. She opened her legs - no panties!

"Sorry. You interrupted me so suddenly; I didn't have time to… Well, that doesn't matter much now, does it?"

Adam shook his head quickly side-to-side. 

Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her. Her lips were wet, pink - lips out, pouting for a kiss, capped off by a little tuft of dark blonde hair above. She slowly ran her right hand down her tummy, over the blouse and skirt to her pussy - where she circled her clit three times.

As she did, she looked wide-eyed at Adam, shivered, breathed out and moaned softly.

Adam was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Sherri leaned forward smiling wryly and placed her fingers under his nose. He breathed in, smelling the musk, the salt, and the ocean of delights waiting at Sherri's pussy.

"You want to watch me finish?"

Dumbfounded, Adam nodded slowly. Sherri stood, took Adam by the hand and led him inside the bathroom, locking it behind her.

She pushed him backward towards the toilet. "You sit here." Then she climbed onto the counter, pushing some shampoos and brushes out of the way. "And I'll sit here."

Adam looked around at the coral-colored tile, taking in the room.

"Watch me, Adam. I'm very good at this."

Adam thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Sherri unzipped her long, black skirt in the back and pushed it down off her hips. She raised her knees exposing her bottom, then pushed the skirt down past her feet and let it fall to the floor. Naked from the waist down, she was a vision. She started to unbutton her tux shirt.


It Happened One Night Ch. 01



Adam inadvertently touched the crown of his cock, pushing against the front of his pants.

"Go ahead, I certainly don't mind."

Adam jumped, quickly placing his hand at his side. "What? I wasn't…"

Sherri pulled her blouse open, revealing a beautiful white silk camisole over her breasts. Her nipples traced little bumps through the material, like two raisins fighting with one another. Adam gasped.

"You weren't what? You weren't touching that gorgeous hard cock of yours while you watched me undress? You didn't want to pull out that thick rod and stick it in my wet pussy? What weren't you doing?"

Sherri whipped the camisole over her head and smiled at Adam as his eyes fixed on the pink nipples nestled in the pink aureole at the end of her boobs. Sherri flung the camisole on top of the skirt on the floor and cupped her breasts, looking down at them.

"This is where it all begins - my nipples." She pinched them for emphasis and talked to them. "All day, they rub against my clothes, sending little messages straight to my clit. C'mon, Sherri. It'll only take a minute. C'mon, Sherri. Come play with us. We'll make you feel good."

She cupped them underneath, pushing them up, then took one distended nipple in her lips, sucking it and licking it. She moaned, then licked the other. She looked up at Adam and went back to pinching her nipples, rubbing her palms against them and rocking them between her thumb and forefingers.

Oh, my God. Adam just stared. His mouth dropped open.

"You didn't answer my question, Adam."

He blinked and looked up to her face. "I what? I…"

"You need to settle down, boy. Why don't you pull out the little man and get into the spirit of the moment? Hmmm? I mean, that's got to be painful, right?" Sherri's eyes dropped to his lap.

Adam looked down. The front of his pants was standing straight up now - the zipper fully exposed. He shifted his hips a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"That's so sexy. Do that again."

Adam looked up. Sherri had one foot up on the counter now, fully exposing her pussy to him. She'd dropped a hand and was busily drawing quick little circles around her clit.

"Wow," Adam whispered. He looked at her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and once-in-a-while, she'd flinch as though someone had shocked her briefly.

"Let me see your cock, Adam. Take it out."

Adam looked at the door, then back to Sherri. He could smell her musk filling the room.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and before he knew it, his hard penis leapt through the slit in his boxers. It pointed straight up from his lap, like a totem pole - the bluish skin on the crown was taut like Saran Wrap and the shaft was swollen and red. He wrapped his hand around the shafted and squeezed firmly, eliciting a moan deep from his throat.

Sherri echoed his moan and Adam looked up. She'd sunk two fingers into her pussy and put her other foot up on the counter.  She slowly sawed the two digits in and out of herself, pulling her butterflied lips open and shoving them closed.

"Oh my God, what a big beautiful cock. Unnnnhhh…" Sherri moaned and closed her eyes tightly for a second. She breathed in and continued masturbating.

"Did you?"

"No, no just a small tremor. I'm working up to a big one. Take your pants off, I want to see your balls."

Adam stood up and shimmied his hips side to side. The trousers slipped past his hips and fell to the floor. He pushed his boxers down, then posed sideways, thrusting his cock out proudly.

"Oh fuck, don't do that." Sherri stared at his cock.

Adam thrust his cock out again - two times, three times…

Sherri almost jumped off the counter. She put her face right in front of his bobbing penis and put her hand behind his knees. Her breasts pressed softly against his thighs. As his penis bounced, her eyes were locked to it. She panted hotly through her mouth. Adam could feel her breath on his balls.

Adam looked down at her. She looked up at him, almost hypnotized with desire. She opened her mouth, licking her lips, moistening them. Adam shimmied his hips and his cock moved side to side like a windshield wiper. Sherri followed it, trying to catch it with her mouth. Adam grabbed his penis, pulling it away from Sherri.

"Oh, don't tease me, please. Let me have it"

"You have to ask, Sherri. What do you want?"

She looked at his hard penis, her mouth panting with concern. "I want your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it. I want to suck the cum from your balls until it runs out of my mouth and over my breasts. Then, I want to fuck you until neither of us can stand it anymore. Then, I want to do it all over again."

Adam couldn't resist. "Say pretty please."

Sherri moaned. "Oh… Oh… Uhmm."

But Adam couldn't be so cruel. He sunk his cock into her mouth. She grabbed him with both hands and tried to swallow as much of the delightful tube as she could. She smiled as best she could with her lips stretched around his shaft, then backed off to the end, licking around the crown with her tongue. She leaned forward taking him until she choked a bit, then backed off, stroking him with her hands.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels awesome. I love watching you stroke my cock - the way your eyes watch it, the way your boobs bounce while you do it. So sexy."

"So, you think I'm sexy?"

"You are the sexiest woman in the world - a true princess."

"A cocksucking princess!"

She laughed and sank his cock back into her mouth. Adam closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. She pushed his hips and he sat down abruptly on the toilet seat again. Sherri got between his legs and using both hands, really began to bob her lips up and down his cock, moaning each time she sank forward. It felt exactly like Adam's penis was in a tight pussy.

She bobbed her head faster and faster, accelerating her tempo. She was like a machine. Her blonde hair flew with her motion. A trickle of sweat ran down Adam's chest, mingling in his pubic hair. He felt the tingling that had begun in his balls rise into his lower belly. He held onto the toilet below him. Sherri's moaning was going faster. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mm, mm ,mm, mm!"

Adam pulled her off. "Stop! Not so fast. Stop, oh God.  I almost came in your mouth. Oh my God."

Breathing hard, Sherri climbed back up on the counter across from Adam and raised her feet up, spreading her legs. "That's okay, I wouldn't have minded. I intend on getting some of your sperm in my mouth soon, but would you mind if I came in your mouth first?"

Adam smiled and got on the floor, pants still around his ankles, and nestled between Sherri's thighs. She looked down at him with soft eyes. He could smell his cock on her breath. He placed his hands gently on the back of her thighs. She jumped.

"Sorry, it isn't going to take much. I'm pretty wound up."

Adam smiled. "I'll be as soft as a mouse." He looked left and kissed her leg. She moaned. He looked right and licked her other thigh, tracing a wet line closer to her pussy. Her knees relaxed and fell apart. Adam placed his nose close to her and breathed in deeply. That lovely smell that had been on her fingers was his for the taking. He looked up at her. Her breasts heaved up and down with her deep breathing. Her lipstick was smeared over her lips. Her half-lidded eyes watched every move he made. He opened his mouth and slowly pushed his tongue out until it touched the tuft of hair at the top of her mons. He licked it once, twice. Sherri shivered.

He moved down and licked next to her pussy at the inside top of her thigh, making wet love to her groin.

"Oh fuck, you love this, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, " said Adam.

He leaned forward and began gently tracing her inner labia with the tip of his tongue, making them glisten with his saliva. Then, pausing for a moment to line up, he made his tongue long and hard and sank it into her vagina as far as he could.

"Ohhh!" Sherri groaned and clutched at Adam's head, holding to her pussy. Adam wriggled his tongue around inside of Sherri. Her hips bounced twice off of the counter, trying to get his tongue to move up.

But Adam was ahead of the game. He backed off and began licking her slit straight up and down, getting her soaking wet from perineum to tuft. Sherri was moaning continuously now, her hands down on the counter at her sides, her eyes closed. Using his thumbs, Adam moved her lips aside, opening her up to his assault. There in front of him was Sherri's clit sticking straight up, pushing out of her hood. He blew on it. Sherri moaned. He placed his tongue on the underside of it and licked to the tip. Sherri's eyes flew open and she grabbed his head again, pushing his lips down over her clit.

Adam grabbed Sherri's ass and pulled it to him, licking quickly at the hard nubbin inside his mouth. His cock rubbed against the counter below him, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum.

Sherri clutched at his hair, pulling almost painfully at his head. "Oh God. Adam, oh fuck. Oh… God!"

Sherri's thighs slapped to Adam's ears, muffling her yells in the confines of the tight little room. Her pubic bone punched him in the nose several times as Adam rode out the orgasm ripping through her thighs. After a minute, Sherri settled down, breathing more evenly, lying back against the mirror behind her. Adam stood up slowly and leaned in to kiss Sherri's face. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her eyes. Then, she moved suddenly and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply and winding her arms around his back, pulling him to her. She scooted her hips forward and raised her feet and wrapped them around Adam's butt, pulling him to her. His cock settled against the wet cleft of her vagina. Her hips rocking against the bottom of it.

She stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes. "Love me, Adam. I want to feel your cock pushing my insides apart. I want to feel that exquisite pressure. Please, Adam. Fuck me."

Adam smiled. "You're sure about this?"

Sherri bucked underneath him and pushed down with her feet, trying to capture his cock. "You fucking tease. You bastard. How do they stand you at work? God damn it. I just want to…"

Adam pushed slowly, steadily, deeply into the tight confines of Sherri's wet pussy. She groaned loudly. 

"I can think of nothing better to be doing with my life, than being your lover, Sherri. Oh… My God, you feel amazing."

Adam pushed back with his arms and began slowly rocking his hips, driving his penis in and out of Sherri. 

She egged him on with a running commentary. "Oh, yeah. Fuck my pussy. Drive your cock in me. I love it. I love feeling it spread me. Oh fuck, that's good. Did anyone ever tell you that you're big? Oh, fuck."

Adam tried to concentrate. Concentrate on anything that wasn't what they were doing. He couldn't let himself go with the fantasy that was his right now or he'd shoot in two seconds. He thought of work. He thought of Linux calls for his PC at home. He thought about how fat Chandler's ass looked in her slinky dress.  Oh shit! I thought of Chandler's boobs. She's got great boobs, but not half as nice as these.

He looked at Sherri beneath him, her beautiful breasts rocking with their lovemaking, the sweat running off her neck and down between her boobs. He looked at her shiny pink lips clutching at his hard penis as it slid in and out of her pussy. The smell of this exquisite woman, the groan of his name on her lips, the glisten of her blonde hair as he fucked her on the counter of his boss's bathroom.

That was it, he was past the point of no return. He drove his cock into Sherri like there was no tomorrow. Slapping her ass with his balls.

She groaned and hung on, breathing through her open mouth.  "Oh fuck, oh yeah, unhhhh… God, I'm coming again. I'm coming!"

Adam rode the wave rising inside of him until little stars went off behind his eyes and he sank his cock as deeply as he could inside Sherri, spraying her pussy with his cream. He pulled out slowly and sank himself home a few more times, then Sherri pushed him off of her, pushed him back. He fell onto the toilet once again, and felt her mouth slide down his cock. He jumped as Sherri licked the remaining sperm out of his penis, pumping what was left from his balls, and rubbing the crown of his cock along her lips. A small dribble of white ran off the side of her mouth and down her chin. She straightened, looked in the mirror, catching the drop of sperm on her finger and licking it clean.

"Mmmm… Tasty."

Her body was covered in sweat like his own. Her nipples stuck out like two thimbles from her breasts and the smile never left her face. Adam leaned forward, kissed Sherri, then put his arms around her, still trying to catch his breath.

"You think that might hold you for a while?"

She laughed, a deep throaty laugh. "Yeah, I think it might, but if it doesn't, can I call you?"

Adam reached for his wallet in his pants, still around his ankles and pulled out a business card - and handed it to her. "Call me, please. I'm available 24-7 - outcalls, public, private, whenever you might need me."

Sherri giggled and stuffed his card in her purse. She came back with a ballpoint pen, grabbed his hand and wrote her phone number on his palm.

"The same offer goes for you - 24-7, whenever you need some pussy, just call little ol' Sherri.

Adam took her card and kissed it. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. They kissed until they couldn't hear the party, until they couldn't feel the heat, until there was only the two of them.

* * *

After a little clean-up in tight quarters, Sherri made her way back to the bar by the pool and Adam made his way to another bedroom down the hall. After the evening's events and a potent gin and tonic, he found a television and relaxed on a big sofa, watching Sports Center.

He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he woke up in the quiet room some time later. The buzz of the party was barely there. He sat up and stretched, yawning. His watch told him it was late and he figured he'd better bid goodbye to Chandler and hit the road.

Adam straightened his jacket, brushed his hair back and walked down to the main room. Couples were paired off in the dim light of the late night and no one was beside the pool.  No Sherri - even her bar was gone. He looked around, but didn't find Chandler anywhere. Then he remembered - Darren, where was Darren?

He did the condo a once-over again, but no Darren either. He walked down to the front gate, past the big security guard and outside, searching up and down the street. Almost no cars left and none of them Darren's car. 

He looked at his watch again. "Great fuckin' day in the mornin'. Now what? How do I get home?"

* * * 




It Happened One Night Ch. 02



Three hours had passed since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan had been dreading the party that his boss, Theresa, had thrown after every quarter since Adam had begun working for the company two years ago. Thank god it was almost over. 

"Milligan?" He heard her voice, seductive and yet annoying, from behind. Turning, he flashed a fake smile in her direction.

"Yes, Chandler?" Responding in kind to her use of his last name. He flashed an equally fake smile in her direction, thinking to himself how great it would be to get away from her, and Chox in general.

"Tres bien. You will be attending mon petite soiree this evening? At my new place, N'est pas?" Theresa reeked of expensive perfume, her face coated in makeup as always. The impression Adam had gotten the first time he'd met the woman had been that she was one who had risen to the top too soon, and her attitude suggested every day that he was right. People like her made him sick, with their snobby ways and almost slutty demeanors…they knew that they were untouchable.

Adam struggled to keep his face in order at her fake accent. "Eh...Oui, of course, wouldn't miss it." It'll be the last one I attend, you stupid cow, he thought to himself.

Theresa flashed a toothy smile up at him and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder before she sauntered away, her full figure jiggling seductively with every step she took. Shaking his head to bring him back to reality, Adam felt an overwhelming urge for a cigarette. Reaching inside his front pocket, he cursed under his breath. Empty. He remembered giving his last one to Darren earlier that day. Shrugging it off, Adam went to find his ride.





It Happened One Night Ch. 02



"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Adam taunted, a smile on his lips. He prowled through her apartment, checking the downstairs area quickly, looking through the rooms he had become somewhat familiar with earlier. Convinced that she was upstairs, he started towards the steps, climbing slowly one by one until he reached the landing. 

It was obvious which room she was in; all the doors except one were open. Smiling to himself again, Adam reached for the knob, and twisted it open. She hadn't even flipped the lock, if there was one.

Theresa was under the blankets, wrapped in a fetal position, as if she were a child. Adam couldn't suppress a grin at what she had done. The blankets were like a force field around her, but she wanted him to find her. Of that he was certain. As quietly as possible, Adam walked towards the bed, took the corner of the blanket in his hand, and whipped it back quickly.

Theresa shrieked and looked up at him, her eyes wide, but not frightened. Something else shone there, and her lips even curled at the corners as he winked down at her.

"Think you're getting away so easily, bitch?" he said, reaching down for her. 

 Putting her hands up in a protective way, Theresa shook her head. 

"Stop it!" she said, pushing his hands away as he toyed with her, poking her in one place and then grabbing her in another. He led her hands down her body until her breasts were exposed, and then he grabbed her there. The softness of them almost startled him, and he squeezed them softly in his disbelief. Shrieking again, Theresa laughed a little before she caught herself and pushed his hands away again.

"You stupid fuck," she said, smiling at him. "Do you know what it will mean for you if you rape me?"

The word 'rape' seemed to echo in Adam's head. God help him, he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out right there on her bed. But he had never taken an unwilling woman before, and while the prospect of having his boss writhing under him turned him on more than anything had in a long time, he didn't want to force her.

"You'll beg me for it," he hissed, pulling her off the mattress. "You'll beg for it like the slut you are."

"Never," she said, but again her eyes were twinkling. 

Adam forced his eyes to go cold, and was pleased when Theresa's face showed a bit of fear at what she saw in his eyes. 

"Oh, yes," Adam said, and it seemed as though every hair on his body stood up as he looked at the cowering woman. Never had anything seemed so seductive than his boss did in his arms, and he felt it deep inside of him. His blood seemed to flood into his cock, and he felt the inevitable erection pushing against his rough pants. "Now, strip, or I'll have to rip your clothes off."

Theresa's eyes flashed a look of both defiance and arousal. She smirked at him, and Adam saw the boss he was used to in her face; the haughty cock-tease that knew she was too good for him. 

"I will never strip for you," she said, and crossed her arms in front of her body.

Adam felt a throbbing in his dick. He was half pleased at her defiance, and was looking forward to stripping the clothes from her body.

"You asked for it," he smirked, and took a meaningful step towards her, closing the small gap that had been between their two hot bodies. Theresa looked up at him, and Adam once again felt powerful over her small frame. His cock was practically rubbing against her through his pants. A small thrust and it would be touching her. Theresa looked down briefly and then back up at him, again unable to suppress her grin.

Suddenly she leapt away, over the bed, and was out of his reach. Adam smiled and shouted at her playfully. He was acting playful but he was also dead serious. He wanted her naked and he wanted her now.

"Come and get me," Theresa taunted. Adam cursed his luck that she was sobering up now. At the same time, though, he was happy that he wouldn't have to fuck a drunken Theresa. She would remember this for sure, and he would be able to use it against her later.

"You just try to stop me," he taunted back, and walked slowly around the bed. 

Theresa watched him as he got closer, and then quickly climbed over the bed again. For a brief moment Adam wondered if she was really trying to get away. Slowly, he started towards the opposite side, his erection leading the way.

Once again Theresa bounded over the bed. She was having fun with him, and in truth he was enjoying it too, but his body told him it was time to get serious again. Instead of walking around the bed, Adam climbed over it after his curvy employer, and as she shrieked again he pounced.

"You're mine now," he grinned, pinning her against her bedroom wall.

"Please," Theresa whispered, turning her face away from him. She was panting, her large chest heaving, her cleavage expanding with every bit of air she took inside her. Adam wanted to touch her breasts again, but there would be plenty of time for that.

"You'll get what you deserve," he said, but his voice was kind. Holding her to the wall with his body, Adam lifted his hands to the straps of the dress that had driven him mad with feelings he couldn't have understood earlier that day. With quick tugs he broke the spaghetti strings, the soft fabric falling down across her bosom. 

Theresa shuddered, her body seeming to soften every moment that Adam held her. Her eyes were closed, long lashes resting on her pale cheeks as she waited for him to continue. Taking a deep breath himself, his dick still pulsing with his need, Adam slid the top of Theresa's dress down over her bosom.

The sight that Adam had uncovered was like buried treasure to a pirate. The round orbs seemed fuller than he could have imagine, the curves of the tops rounding into tiny peaks of pink. It was Adam's turn to shiver, and he almost lost his concentration as his eyes darted over Theresa's creamy skin.

"You," he said, "Are absolutely spectacular. 

Theresa said nothing, only stood between Adam's rock hard body and the wall, shuddering softly as Adam continued to slip the clingy dress down her body. He exposed her flat stomach, and then the curve of her waist, and slowly pulled down her panties and hose as he continued the fabric's journey. A small tuft of dark curls was exposed above the crux of her legs, and again Adam had to pause.

Slowly, deliberately, while the fabric bunched at her thighs kept Theresa rather helpless to stop him, Adam pushed a finger between her legs and lightly grazed the lips of her pussy. 

A warm, thick fluid coated his finger, and he easily slid his hand out from between those long legs of hers. Smiling, he examined the wetness.

"You're ready for me," he smiled. "See? I can practically taste your arousal."

Instead of tasting it himself, he presented the finger to Theresa, resting it on her lips.

"Do you smell that, bitch?" he asked. "That's you. Taste yourself, taste your readiness for me. You want me, you know it. All you have to do is say it and I'll give you the best night of your life."

Adam pressed his finger harder against Theresa's full lips. Another shudder washed through her, her exposed flesh trembling in front of Adam's eyes. He felt another wave of excitement rush through his spine and straight into the hard cock pressing against his pants. Giving in almost willingly, Theresa's lips parted ever so slightly. Adam took advantage and pushed his fingers through those luscious lips she sported, past her open teeth and pressed it against her tongue. 

For the first time since Adam had pinned her there, Theresa opened her eyes and looked up at him. Softly, she licked at the finger in his mouth, sucking on it slightly as she watched his eyes glaze over with pleasure. He kept his eyes on hers as she made love to his finger, toying with it in her mouth, stroking it with her soft tongue. His cock felt full enough to burst, and he struggled to keep himself from throwing her onto the bed and taking her right then and there. He wanted more from her than just the sex, he wanted to make her beg. It was a goal that he felt he could achieve with patience, and he was willing to try.

A soft moan escaped around his fingers, and Theresa seemed to melt against him, all her feigned resistance disappearing. Her eyes were unmistakably pleading with him, but he would have her say the words.

Slipping his finger out of her warm mouth, he moved his hands back down to her thighs, brushing softly against her smooth skin as they made their way to the fabric trapping her legs. Slowly he pulled the clothes the rest of the way down her body, bending slightly and using his legs to assist him in the last parts of it.

Naked, Theresa's body seemed to pulse with every one of her heartbeats. She moved like a purely sexual creature now, and it was driving Adam wild. Pushing her harder against the wall, his leg forcing it's way between her legs, Adam's mouth descended on hers, taking her lips roughly and prying them open to taste her.

Theresa moaned as Adam pushed himself in closer, and she rubbed her body steadily against his rough pant leg. Her wetness was so intense Adam could feel it through his clothes, and the heat radiating off of her seemed to warm him completely. Closing his eyes, he concentrated purely on her mouth, tasting her tongue and prodding her throat as if his own tongue was a sexual organ raping her soft insides. This time it was his turn to moan as he took her, and his cock pulsed hard against her body.

Gasping for breath, Adam pulled away from Theresa's tempting mouth, looking down at her lips, still parted and waiting for more.

"Beg me," he said. "I want to hear you beg for it."

"Never," Theresa said, her breath raspy. Her breasts heaved against his shirt, and Adam took them in his palms again, squeezing the flesh softly, brushing his finger against her eager nipple. Whimpering with pleasure, Theresa smiled at him. "I won't beg you," she said.

Adam took Theresa in his arms and practically peeled her away from the wall, lifting her like she weighed nothing and tossed her on her large bed. Squealing, Theresa lifted her arms and tried to cover herself before Adam climbed on top of her. He reached her quickly, though, taking her wrists in his hands and holding them above her head. Writhing prettily underneath him, Theresa tossed her head to one side and began to pant again, as she had as she'd rubbed her body against his moments before.

"I'm not going to give you what you want until you ask for it," Adam smirked. "I can wait all night."

Theresa's eyes shot open and she looked into Adam's eyes again, angrily. "You want to bet?" she asked. But something about the way her chest was heaving made Adam think that he would come out on top.

"What shall we bet?" he asked playfully. Theresa looked at him defiantly, but remained silent. "If I win, and you beg me for it, then I want you to submit to me sexually for a week."

"You won't win," she hissed.

"What do you want if I don't?" Adam smiled, taking Theresa's nipple in his free hand and pinching it lightly. Theresa gasped and her hips rose off the bed as she took another sharp breath. Adam chuckled.

"When I win," she said, smiling at him. "I want you to get down on your knees in front of the whole office and kiss my feet."

"Done," Adam said, letting go of Theresa's nipple. He still held her wrists tight above her head, and she was still twisting underneath him with desire. She wouldn't hold out long, he thought, smiling to himself.

Adam moved to his side, next to Theresa, his erection pushing against Theresa's soft body. With his free hand he traced circles around her nipples, going outwards in spirals until he was tracing the shapes of the large globes.

With the tips of his fingers Adam tickled Theresa's body, feeling the small goose bumps rising as he stroked the skin. He traced designs in her skin, feeling the heat become more intense, tickling down her chest and to her soft stomach, which shied away as he stroked there.

"Oooh," Theresa whimpered, turning her head from side to side. She tugged lightly at his hold on her wrists, but he held tight. She didn't want to get away, but he wasn't going to let her even try. Leaning in, he touched his lips against her nipple, and she cried out with pleasure and surprise. 

Smiling to himself Adam parted his lips, taking the hard nub into his mouth, and flicked it with his tongue. He toyed with it as Theresa squirmed next to his body, writhing up against him, her hands clenching into fists and relaxing in his wrists. She moaned again as he released her breast, blowing on it softly to make it even harder with the chill it was feeling. Adam's heart and cock seemed to beat together as he moved his hand further down her body, feeling the heat of her crotch as he made his way there.

Theresa parted her legs easily when his fingers arrived on her thighs, the long rough digits stroking her skin and toying with the softness of the flesh. She cried out as he brushed against the inner lips of her body, her pussy opening like a flower as he continued to tease. Theresa's eyes remained shut tight, her face clenched, as Adam slowly stroked the slick slit between her legs. His fingers slid easily across the hot, soft flesh, the thick fluids acting like the lubrication they'd been designed for as Adam pushed one and then a second finger into the inferno inside.

Crying out, Theresa pumped her hips into the air, forcing Adam's fingers further inside her as she moaned.

"Adam," she whimpered, thrusting her hips up and tightening her insides around his hand. "Oh god, Adam…I…"

"Just say it, Theresa," Adam said, watching her face as it twisted in agony. She needed satisfaction, and he was going to give it to her. But first, she'd have to beg.

"Nooo…" she whined, closing her lips and throwing her head to the side again. Her hips continued to push up towards him, though, back down and up again, fucking his fingers. Cruelly, Adam pulled his fingers out of her, a slick, empty sound following as they departed.

"You gotta ask for it nicely," Adam taunted, holding his fingers away from her body. Theresa writhed beside him, her face twisting with the struggle. She wanted it bad, he could tell, and she was going to beg.

"Please, Adam," she whispered between clenched teeth.

"Please what, slut?" Adam mocked. "You want more of this?" He lowered his fingers and slipped them inside her, wriggling them around in her warm cavity before pulling them out roughly again. "You want that? Huh? Is that what you want?" 

"Yes, yes, please, Adam, please…I need more…please let me have you."

"Let you have what?"

"Let me have your cock, please…"

"Where do you want it, slut?" Adam's smile filled up his whole face, he was enjoying her humiliation.

"I want your cock, please, Adam. Please give me your cock. I want it NOW!" She practically grunted the last words, pushing her hips towards him, and Adam decided that it was time to give her what she'd been asking for. 

Rolling away and taking his hands off of her for a moment, Adam fiddled with the zipper on his pants, pulling the flap open and slipping his hard cock out. He was almost startled at how dark it had turned with his arousal, but wasted no time thinking about it as he rolled on top of Theresa, pinning her again with his body. He was clothed, but exposed enough to get what he and she both wanted.

Theresa eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back, pushing her hips closer to his crotch and his cock. The large head of his dick poked softly against the soft folds of her pussy as she whimpered softly, struggling to get herself around it. Using that last of his willpower, Adam held out for a couple more moments before losing himself to lust and burying the hot cock deep inside her wet body.

The heat of their bodies combined and Adam let out a long, happy sigh. This was the feeling he'd been yearning for all evening. Tension from not having a cigarette was the furthest thing from his mind as he began to move in and out of Theresa's tight twat, her muscles squeezing around him, seeming to milk him as he moved deeper and deeper, his movements steady.

"Adam," she whispered hoarsely in his ear, gripping his shoulders with her long fingers, squeezing into him as her body began to shudder around him. He felt her climax before he heard her cry out again, and the spasms in her pussy only added to his pleasure.

"You couldn't even hold out," he mocked her, his movements speeding up slightly. Theresa moaned, her body growing limper as her climax passed, her legs still locked around him. Looking down at her soft face, Adam sped up, thrusting into her with violence, pushing his cock as far into her soft pussy as he could, feeling all the sensations rushing through his body to his toes as he fucked her. 

The whole bed shook with each thrust. Adam was really giving it his all. A jolt of pleasure seemed to travel up his spine, all his muscles tightening as it moved upwards. He clenched his teeth as he felt himself begin to orgasm, and cried out as he lost control of it. The sensations seemed to wash through his body uncontrollably, and he saw sparks of color over black as it took him over.

When it had passed, he opened his eyes and looked down at Theresa. Her eyes were open, her fingers running through his hair. He sighed softly and rested his head on her shoulder, feeling her soft skin under his sweaty brow.

"Well," she said. "I guess I lost."

"I knew you would."

"Guess I can't come out on top every time."

"Nope," Adam said, closing his eyes. They fell asleep wrapped in each others arms, dreaming about the week of sexual submissiveness she'd promised him. 



It Happened One Night Ch. 03



Three hours had passed since the agony of yet another quarterly meeting of Chox, Inc. It had been the eighth one he had attended – each as boring as the one before – and now came the ultimate torture … the ‘compulsory’ post meeting party that his boss always threw. Here she came now, looking like some cheap tart in her low cut dress stretched tight over her huge bust. Smile, Adam, he reminded himself, and pasted a toothy grin on his face.

“Ohhh Milligan? You are looking forward to mon petite soiree this evening, aren’t you?” 

Adam gritted his teeth. How he loathed the use of last names and the fake French accent that Ms Chandler delighted in using. He swallowed what he really wanted to say and played her game, “Of course, Chandler. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

She swayed away to ensnare another employee and Adam made his way outside. His car was in the workshop and he had to hang about to beg a lift off a colleague. All he wanted to do was go to a bar and maybe pick up a date for the evening. He really felt like a darn good fuck. He quickly lit a cigarette and tried to calm down. 

Adam felt somebody shaking him. Ohhh god … he has fallen asleep. He blearily looked around – the room was almost empty. It had been the usual waste of time. Women flirted with him but nothing more. God! How he wanted to screw that redhead from accounts. She was just gagging for it – but the new smarmy senior from sales got there first. He had heard them going at it when he went to the toilet half way through the evening. When he tried to find his coat in one of the bedrooms he had walked in on another couple. Sheeeesh – everyone but him had seemed to get some action that night. Adam had ended up drinking slightly too much and had dozed off in the chair in one of the darker corners. He staggered to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water in an attempt to wake up sufficiently to take his leave.

He made his way slowly back to the main room and looked round for his ride. Blast! He had gone, and Adam didn’t know anyone else enough to beg a lift. He would just have to try and find a taxi. That was not going to be easy on a cold, wet November Friday night. He started trudging down the road, cursing his luck. He wasn’t a bad catch – so why couldn’t he get a woman in his life. All his girlfriends had been more than happy with his performance – but none seemed to stick around long enough. They all complained that he was ‘too nice’ or ‘too gentle’. He couldn’t help it if he had be raised to respect women, could he? 

Adam turned the corner onto the main road. The wind whistled down the straight road and he huddled further into his trench coat. It might look the part for a ‘young and rising executive’ but it didn’t keep a body very warm. He was concentrating on avoiding the puddles on the pavement and so didn’t notice the huge lorry speeding through the standing water in the kerbside. Suddenly, a sheet of water washed over him and he stood there cussing his luck. That was all he needed. He glanced at his watch. It was almost 2 am and the chances of finding a taxi were remote. 

He walked on, sunk in gloomy thoughts. The traffic was thinning now and he ought to be able to spot the lights of any approaching taxi easily. As he glanced around to check for cars before he crossed the road, he noticed a woman on the other side of the street. He almost laughed aloud. Didn’t she realise that Halloween had been a couple of days ago? Look at how she was dressed! High heeled black leather boots, a long swirling black cape, and what was that she carried in her hand? A riding crop? He was so engrossed in watching this vision striding along that he almost missed seeing the approaching lights of a taxi. Quickly he raised his arm and sighed with relief when it slowed to a stop in the middle of the road.

Adam dashed through a large puddle and threw himself inside. He pulled the door closed and then looked in amazement at the caped woman who was sitting calmly beside him. “Lady – you seem to have got into my cab – do you mind?”

“Not in the slightest, boy”

Her reply took him by surprise and he was speechless as she leant forward and gave the driver an address. He sat there, his mouth opening and closing, making him appear like a fish out of water. He was further amazed as the woman moved the crop (it was a riding crop) under his chin and forced his mouth closed with a snap. He turned his head to stare at her and give her a piece of his mind, but the words died in his throat. The woman was not overly beautiful, but she certainly had a presence about her that made her worth a second look. She met his gaze steadily and then raised one eyebrow as if questioning him. Adam couldn’t help himself and felt his eyes lowering of their own accord. 

“That is much better, boy” he heard her say. Her voice was soft, but it bore through his head as if she had yelled at him. He found himself stammering an apology for getting into her taxi and wondered where that thought had come from. He then realised that there was a puddle forming on the floor of the car and stammered an apology for that too. What on earth was happening to him? He was beginning to sound like a complete idiot. He had just better shut up and hope that wherever the taxi was going, it wasn’t too far from where he wanted to be.

Adam was jolted out of his reverie by a strong hand grasping his leg. He looked up quickly and then gasped as the hand moved up his leg and squeezed his balls. Shoot – that bought tears to his eyes.

“Hey lady, what the fuck do you think you are playing at?” he demanded angrily.

A smile played about her lips as she stated quietly, “That’s Milady, or Ma’am to you, boy. I am just seeing if you are ripe enough to bother with? I think you might be amusing!”

Adam found he was doing the fish impression again and clamped his mouth closed. He found his head being pulled towards the woman’s face and heard her breath into his ear, “How would you like to experience the most intense night of your life?”

Adam didn’t have time to answer before the taxi had pulled up before a large imposing house and the woman had opened the door and stood on the pavement. 

“Get out, boy, and pay the man.”

She turned on her heel and without really thinking about what he was doing, Adam found himself outside the taxi thrusting a fist full of notes at the driver. He squelched after the fast disappearing cape and found himself stumbling up a dark driveway. He shivered as if he was walking into a deep freeze and then laughed at himself. He was a grown man – he could well take care of himself. It seemed like forever before he found himself standing under a large porch. The woman was standing in the doorway waiting for him.

“Kindly remove your shoes and socks before coming any further. Some of my rugs are very valuable and I do not want them ruined by muddy, wet shoes.”

Adam was about to protest but found himself doing as she bid. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter. He found himself standing there in bare feet feeling more than a little foolish. She beckoned him forward with a beautifully manicured finger, her nails the colour of fresh blood. He stepped forward and found himself in an imposing room. The walls were lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, the furniture would not have looked out of place in a museum, and the fireplace was enormous. Adam began to feel very small and childlike.

She disappeared from sight and then reappeared. Adam gasped. She still wore her boots, but now he could see they reached to above her knees. Her hair was so black that it looked almost like polished ebony. Black boots, black hair – and the most wonderful scarlet silk corset in between. Wow! Adam stood there with his mouth open until, once again, the crop appeared under his chin and pushed it shut. Ohhh he wanted this woman, this Milady, or whatever she chose to call herself. He could feel his cock give a lurch and glanced down to make sure it wasn’t that obvious. 

As he raised his eyes again, he saw a slight smile play about her lips and felt himself flush red. What the heck was happening to him? He hadn’t blushed since he was a kid in high school. What was it about this woman that made him behave like some naughty schoolboy caught doing something he shouldn’t? Adam gave a start as he realised that she had spoken to him and he stuttered an apology and had to ask her to repeat what she had said.

“I suggested that you get out of those wet clothes – you will catch a chill if you stay in them. Put them on that chest there. I will be back in a little while.” 

Without waiting for any comment from him, she swung on her heel and walked from the room. Adam stood there and wondered what on earth he was going to do. Half of him wanted to tear his clothes off, but the logical half was telling him to replace his shoes on his feet and get out of there. 

Emotion won and Adam began to strip. He usually just left his things in a heap but something made him fold each item neatly. Soon he was standing naked next to a pile of clothes. He wondered what to do next. He felt so awkward just standing there. Normally, he would be prowling the room, looking for clues as to the owner of the house, but he didn’t feel as if he should move from the spot. The seconds turned to minutes and Adam began to fidget. He began to feel the urge to visit the bathroom and wished he hadn’t had quite so much to drink earlier. Then he had a moment of wild panic that it might affect his performance. He was lost in such thoughts when her voice made him jump. How did she move with such utter silence?

He looked up and saw her sitting in a high-backed chair at the side of the fire. Surely she couldn’t have walked right past him without making a sound? She was cocking her index finger at him to come to her, and Adam began to walk forward. He ground to a halt at the look she threw his way. It was as if she had frozen him to the spot with just a look. She gestured again, but, before he took his first step, pointed to the floor. What did she mean? Did she want him to crawl to her? He couldn’t do that, could he? He saw her lean forward and watched as her milky breasts flowed and peeked over the top of the tight corset. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees and began to crawl on all fours.

When he was almost at the chair, he paused and looked in her direction. Again she had the ghost of a smile playing about her lips. He had not yet seen a full smile light up her face, and he determined that he would do all he could to see that. Adam paused, unsure of what to do.

“I want to make sure you are of sound body. I have no wish to hurt you in anyway.” 

Her words sent a thrill down his spine and he wondered what on earth she meant. Her hurt him? He was bigger than she was. Once again he reminded himself that he was a grown man, and well able to take care of himself. It was normally the man’s job to reassure the woman. This was almost a total role reversal, and Adam suddenly realised he quite like the idea. 

“Please knee up for me, straighten your back. Hold your head up. Eyes forward … come on, look at me.”

Adam found himself kneeling as straight as he could and tried to look her in the eye, but found that after just a few seconds of her penetrating gaze, he wanted to lower his eyes. He tried to think what colour her eyes were and found that he couldn’t say. He tried to look again, but found that she was no longer sitting in front of him. Once again she had moved without making a sound. He was about to look round when he felt her hands on his head. They were exploring his scalp. Now they were moving down his body. His neck, his shoulders, over his upper back, now round and over his chest – it was as if she could feel inside him. Her hands paused for a while to play with his nipples and he felt the first stirring of desire.

Milady continued with her examination. Down to his waist and over his stomach. He tried to suck his muscles in, and wished again that he had not given up so easily on the jogging that lasted all of a week last New Year. As her hands began to explore his arse he felt his cock give a lurch. By the time Milady reached round to explore that area, he was already semi erect. Her first touch sent a shudder through his body and brought a chuckle from her throat.

“My goodness. You are an eager beaver, aren’t you, boy? If you want the intense experience I promised you then you will play by my rules. Do you want to continue? If you say no, I will stop, allow you to dress and have my man drive you home. What is it to be?”

Adam was at once intrigued, but also a little alarmed. What did she mean, ‘her rules’? Well, he thought, there is only one way to find out. He would take her up on the offer. It was certainly better than going home to a cold apartment alone. He gave the briefest of nods and then gasped as his hair was taken in her fist and held tight. 

“Have you lost the power of speech? Is that a firm yes? Or a maybe yes until the going gets tough, yes?”

Adam cleared his throat. He felt himself blushing again and hated himself for it.

“Yes” he almost shouted. “It is a firm yes.” At least, I think it is, he added to himself.

Milady released his hair and gave him a pat on the head, like a reward for the family dog. Adam was partway annoyed at this condescending treatment and partway relieved that he had pleased her. He raised his eyes and found that she was again standing in front of him. His face was level with her pelvic area and he caught a hint of her muskiness. He felt his cock give another lurch. A fingernail trailed down his face, bringing him back to the moment. As he raised his head to look at her face he felt something slip round his (next?) and heard the snap of it being fixed into place. He had a collar round his neck. He opened his mouth to protest and found something being inserted in there. That too was fastened round his head. He had been gagged!

“Now that’s better! I cannot abide men who make too much noise, and I get the impression that you are a moaner. We shall see. I have been known to be wrong on occasion, and I may remove the gag if you are good.”

A leash was snapped into place and Adam felt his neck being tugged upwards slightly. He knelt as tall as he could, but the upward pressure continued so he stood. The leash was released and bounced slightly against his torso. The cold metal made (his?) shiver slightly, but not so much as when his cock was grasped and fed through something. Adam tried to glance down but found the collar restricted movement of his head and that he could only move his chin about an inch – not enough to see what was happening to his prized possession. He (bought?) his hands up to feel what was going on and received a sharp slap for his efforts. 

This was almost too much for Adam and he put his hands behind him to try and take the blasted collar off. As he reached back, his wrists were caught and he heard a couple more snaps as cuffs were applied. He had been bound! His arms were behind his back and he couldn’t move.

“I can see you need to be taught a lesson. Come here!”

Milady’s voice was commanding and had a quality to it that didn’t broker disobedience. Adam wasn’t sure he like this turn of events and liked it even less when he was lead like an animal over to the chair. Milady sat down on the edge of the chair and applied pressure to the leash until Adam felt himself being drawn down over her lap. He lost his balance, and it was only her hand that stopped him from falling. She arranged his body to her satisfaction and then brought her hand down on his upturned arse. Adam stiffened. If he hadn’t been gagged he would have let out a bellow. Not so much in pain, because, if truth be told, the smack didn’t hurt that much, but a bellow of indignation. He had not been spanked since he was a little kid.

The next blow landed just below the first. This one was firmer and Adam grunted in surprise. Heavens this woman was strong. Soon the blows were landing with regularity. He settled down to get comfortable but found that she rearranged him so that he was again slightly off balance. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but he now found himself having to stand on the balls of his feet to keep them in contact with the ground. The blows kept coming and Adam could feel the heat from his arse begin to really burn. This was now verging on the painful. Still they came. Some harder than others, and although there was a rhythm about them, the placement was different.

Adam began to tense before the expected blows. He had read somewhere that if you clenched your cheeks the smacks hurt less. Ohhh sweet Jesus. What was she doing now? He nails were raking his flaming arse, going in circles, getting close to his tight bud. He could hardly believe the feeling that was coursing through his body. Normally he hated his arse being touched but he found he wanted to push against her hand. Smack. His wriggling earned him another blow and this one had him gasping around the gag. The caressing began again and this time he lay as still as he could. Suddenly he felt a fingertip at his hole, working its way inside. She had a finger in his arse. 

Adam was disgusted … no! He was amazed. He had never felt a sensation like it. It was incredible and he needed more, he didn’t want this to stop. He could feel his cock begin to grow and throb. Oh shoot … he needed to come but something was stopping him. He felt her free hand move round to cradle his balls. They felt strange, as if they were being tugged. The ache in his cock was almost unbearable. The finger was still working its magic on his arse and now he felt something new. Something cold and hard and … he was being invaded by something that was stretching him. Tears came to his eyes as a butt plug was inserted. His arse wanted to reject it but he found that as he pushed down it seemed to invade further until it slid home and his muscles closed around it. Heavens, he felt full. Milady’s hands were now stroking his back and he felt himself come back down from the clouds and his head began to clear.

He found himself on all fours again. When did she release his wrists? He hadn’t even realised that she had. He knelt there trying to regain some control over his body, which was shaking like a leaf in a spring breeze. He felt as if he had just had a serious workout. She was doing something at the back of his head and Adam found that the gag was now hanging loose. Should he spit it out? He found he couldn’t. His teeth were clamped down on the thing inside his mouth and it wasn’t until Milady tugged gently on it that he was able to release it.

Adam gasped for breath and worked his jaw loose. He raised his head as much as he was able and found that she was crouching in front of his face. The way she squatted, he was able to catch the merest glimpse of her pussy. He felt the blood pounding through his body. He wanted that. Correction … he needed that. His cock felt full of blood and wanted release. He realised she was speaking again and tried to pay attention to her words.

“I said, are you alright? Do you want to continue?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes!”

“Yes, what? Have you no manners? Must I teach you how to address me? I have told you my name once, I hate to repeat myself.”

Adam gulped and frantically searched his memory. What was her name? He couldn’t recall her saying. She had said something about Milady or Ma’am – but he didn’t remember her saying her name? He took a gamble.

“Yes, Milady. I want to continue. I am alright.”

He must have got it right as she stood up and rubbed his head. He heard her say that he was to follow her instructions to the playroom. He didn’t understand. She hadn’t given him any instructions. As he knelt there, unsure of what he was to do, a prod on the arse made him move forward. Each time he hesitated a gentle kick encouraged him forward. Soon he was in the middle of the room. He had to take it slowly as every movement he made made it feel as if his balls were being crushed and pulled at the same time. If he paused too long, a toe poked at the plug in his arse and sent a jolt like an electric shock up his spine. By the time he was nearing the far wall he could feel the beads of sweat running down his face. 




It Happened One Night Ch. 03



He stopped when he could go no further. A couple of taps with the crop told him which way to turn and he wearily went on his way again. The room hadn’t seemed that big from the doorway, but seemed to have grown to cavernous dimensions now that he had to crawl. His young nephew didn’t seem to have this much trouble in getting about his sister’s place. He came to a wall again and thankfully stopped. Milady leaned over him, resting her booted foot on his back as she did so, and touched a switch on the wall. A door slid open and Adam was encouraged to move forward again. He had only crawled a few feet when a tap on his shoulder told him to stop. 

It was black as pitch in the room and Adam was unable to make any details out. A tug on his hair made him rise on his knees and he gratefully straightened his back. His eyes were adjusting to the gloom and he was just able to make some things out. His mind couldn’t quite take in what his eyes saw. It looked for the entire world like a medieval torture chamber, but surely it couldn’t be. He was unable to take a second look as his vision was abruptly shut off as a blindfold was swiftly put into place. He had a moment of blind panic before a cool hand rested on his shoulder and he heard he voice telling him to relax, that she would stop immediately he asked. 

Milady took his hand and gently helped him to his feet. Adam stood and felt the hands run down his body. They stopped at his cock and seemed to be doing something. Suddenly the dragging weight on his balls increased and he gasped at the sudden downward movement as her hand was withdrawn. 

“You are doing really well for a virgin” he heard her say.

Adam started to protest that he was turned 30 and certainly no virgin when her laugh cut him short.

“Ohh, but you are, boy. You are certainly a virgin at this game. I promise you this though, you are in expert hands and will have an experience that will burn itself into your brain forever.”

Adam felt himself being guided through the room. Finally he was stopped and turned slightly. Her voiced came to him through the darkness.

“In front of you is a padded bench. Lay yourself down on it so that your feet are just resting on the end.”

Adam groped forward and found the bench. He lowered himself gently, wincing as his swollen genitals touched the padding. His cock must be pointing upwards as he could feel it on his lower stomach. He had never had an erection like this before, nor had he held one for so long. He ached to be able to release his desire. Adam felt his arms being moved and then heard a couple of snaps. He had been shackled to this bench. He couldn’t move his arms more than an inch. Next he felt the lower portion of the bench fall away and found that his balls were once again hanging in space. He tried to move his legs and found that they too had been fixed in some way. He was now resting on his hips and torso, his lower body sloping downwards. A new sensation began to be felt and Adam found that his legs were being forced apart as the bench was split down the middle and swung open. Now he seemed to be moving upwards. The bench finally stopped when Adams feet touched the ground. This meant that he was effectively bent at the hips with his body supported on the bench. 

Once his balls had stopped swinging, he felt remarkably comfortable. Cool hands ran up and down his back and he began to relax even more. This was nice. If only he could get rid of the ache in his groin, it would be wonderful. All too soon the hands stopped their sensual journey and moved again to his arse. Adam heard the hum of en electric motor and wondered what was about to happen. He soon found out as the plug in his arse began to vibrate. Soon Adam began to moan and tried to move, but he was in such a position that any movement made the vibrations worse. 

His moans became louder as his erection grew and the binding around his penis began to bite into it. He felt as if he would burst. He was going to shoot sperm very soon and his eyes bulged under the blindfold. Just as he thought he would get some relief the vibrations stopped and the tension in him receded. He could have sobbed; it was evil to bring a guy that close and then … nothing.

No sooner than his breathing was under control than the vibrations started again. This time they were not as intense and Adam found that they didn’t have quite the same effect. He was just beginning to think that he could easily fall asleep when all the air was driven from his lungs by a tremendous thud on his back. He felt a heat surge through his body. Soon the thuds were raining down. Some barely touched his skin and seemed to sting, other times it was as if a padded weight had landed. Adam didn’t know which he craved the most. He had always avoided pain in the past, but this pain did funny things to him. Once again he could fell his cock engorge with blood and thought he would go mad if he wasn’t allowed to ejaculate soon. When the lashes began to land on his arse he found himself blubbling like a baby. 

He must have said something as Milady stopped and touched his face. She removed the mask and brought her head on a level with his.

“Did you want me to stop?”

“Yes. NO! I don’t, I want …” 

Adam trailed off. He didn’t seem to be able to articulate his words.

“What do you want? Tell me. You might just get it.”

Adam tried again.

“Please. I want … please … I need … I … “

He trailed off again and was rewarded with a gentle pat on his shoulder. He heard her say not to worry as she had an idea exactly what it was he wanted, what he in fact, needed. He felt firm hands playing with his arse again and let out a yelp and then a moan as the plug that had been filling him was removed. Adam found that rather than being pleased he felt lost. He wanted it back. He heard himself begging to have it put back. All he was rewarded with was a small pat on his still flaming skin. Adam found himself softly crying in frustration until a searing pain made him yell. The pain soon went to be replaced by a fierce line of heat that seemed to go straight to his cock. He didn’t think he could possibly get any bigger and began to gasp as if he were running upstairs. 

Another line of pain, again replaced by the fierce heat. This happened again and again until Adam found that he no longer felt the pain, but really needed the heat that followed. Tears were streaming down his face but Adam didn’t want this to ever stop. The ache between his legs grew with each stripe added to his buttocks until he let out one long juddering gasp. He had reached his limit and was just trying to get the words out of his mouth when he felt the cooling drip of something on his red-hot flesh. Whatever it was, it felt good and made him tingle all over. His rasping sobs subsided and he found a cooling cloth wiping his face. A straw was placed in his mouth and instinct made him draw whatever liquid into his parched mouth. Icy cold water had never tasted so good. 

Soon his breathing was under control and he heard Milady ask if he wanted more. Without even thinking about it Adam heard himself saying yes. This seemed to please Milady who planted the briefest kiss on his brow before disappearing from his sight again. Adam waited and waited. He didn’t know what to expect and so the sudden crack of a rattan cane on his already abused flesh made him emit a piercing scream. God that hurt. Another came and Adam had to beg her to stop. He found himself apologising that he just couldn’t handle that. He heard himself saying how sorry he was over and over again, until a squeeze on his shoulder told him that he had been forgiven.

By the time Adam had himself firmly under control, He found that the pressure on his swollen balls has gone and that he could move. He flexed his arms and legs. He had been untied. He went to get up but a firm hand stopped him from rising too far. He fell back and moved onto his side as Milady suggested. He was glad he did because suddenly the room started to spin and he felt ill. Milady must have known this would happen as after a few minutes she helped him to a sitting position. Adam found this to be too much for his flesh and sank to his knees at her feet. A firm pressure on his back had him again on all fours and Adam felt her hands once again at his arse. He was thrilled that he might be filled again but this time it was different. It was as if a lot of beads were being pushed in him. He lost count of the number of times he felt his little bud being forced wide and then being allowed to relax. Soon he felt very full.

A slight tug on the leash had him crawling after her boots. Again he felt the drag on his balls. He was getting used to the feel and found that moving his knees wider apart, the swollen flesh didn’t feel quite so bad. Adam was lead to a chair unlike any he ad seen before. It was as if most of the seat had been removed. To sit in it, Adam had to rest his weight on his thighs and lean back slightly. This had the effect of thrusting his balls and penis forward. 

Milady busied herself binding his wrists to the arms and his ankles to the legs. Adam tested the bindings and found that he was able to move his hips up and down, but not a lot else. The final preparation came when Milady removed the collar from his neck. Adam was able, finally, to see what had caused him to hold his erection for so long. Round his penis were a series of tiny leather straps. There was another round the stem, encompassing his balls too. Round his ball sack was a small leather skirt with weights hanging from it. Adam could see the maroon coloured head of his cock firmly held in place by the last ring. He just stared at it until a buzzing noise made him jump. 

“Open your mouth, please boy.”

Without hesitation Adam did as he was bid. A bar of rubber was placed between his teeth and then fastened behind his head. Another gag, but Adam found that he was still able to swallow and move his tongue about.

“You might feel the need to bite down on something, and I would hate for you to bite your tongue, boy” Milady said in a matter of fact voice. 

She went and knelt in front of him and commanded that he looked her in the eyes. He must not lose eye contact. Adam did as he was bid and found himself looking into the most unusual coloured eyes he had ever seen. At first he thought they were grey, then he changed his mind and thought them a soft green, the changed his mind again and decided they were blue. He felt as if he were to continue to gaze into them he would lose his soul forever and tried to drag his eyes away. A sharp prod to his exposed anus bought his gaze quickly back and he wondered what on earth could be coming next. He didn’t have to wait that long before he found out. 

The weight on his balls began to move back and forth, like the pendulum on the old clock in his grandmother’s house. The he felt an intense heat and vibration at the base of his cock. He stole a quick look and found that a bead of precum had appeared at the tip of his cock. He was going to lose control at any moment. The prod came again and he quickly lifted his eyes to meet his tormentor’s gaze once again. He saw her smile as he reared from the seat as an orgasm began to build, only to recede just as quickly as she removed the latest instrument of torture.

Beads of sweat ran down Adam’s body as this happened time and time again. He began to moan round the bit gag in his mouth. He heard her voice in the background of his mind asking if he wanted to cum yet? Adam wanted nothing more but was in such a place that he couldn’t let her know. His entire body was shaking and ablaze with tension as he was taken to the very edge of orgasm over and over again. Eventually, Milady stopped and allowed Adam to break his gaze. She removed the gag and offered him a further drink. Adam sucked for all he was worth until she withdrew the straw.

Once again she was before him, gently undoing the straps that had held his cock captive for so long. As the blood was allowed to flow freely once again, Adam let out a strangled moan. The pain was almost too much to bear. His penis was swollen so much that even the tiniest veins were standing proud. The head was almost black it held so much blood. He knew that he had to ejaculate soon or else he would die. Then he felt his hands being released and her voice telling him to stroke himself.

He moved his right hand to his cock and gingerly took hold of it. It was so hot, and hard and twitched as if it has a mind of its own as he began to move his hand up and down. He began to get some speed up, but was commanded to slow down. He tried but found that he just needed to get over the edge. A sharp tug and a searing pain in his arse bought him back to reality and he slowed his hand. He followed her directions carefully and found that he was enjoying the sensation, as his precum seemed to be flowing freely, soaking his hand to the wrist.

He wondered what was to follow as he was told not to slacken his pace but to take a deep breath and hold it. He felt his arse stretching again and realised she had pulled one of the beads out. Ohhh heavens. That feeling was beyond belief. He almost lost it totally then. He found himself begging to be allowed to come. Over and over he begged until all he could say was please, Milady, please. She kept him working for a further ten minutes before she said “Now. Fast”

He pumped his wrist as quickly as he could, concentrating for all he was worth. He could feel his orgasm building as never before. The room seemed to be getting darker as he tried to draw air into his lungs. Without warning a jet of sperm erupted from his cock. It shot straight up and landed on his chest, mingled with the sweat and pooled round his now still wrist. Adam was so spent, both emotionally and physically he found himself sobbing quietly. He sensed that she removed his hand from his cock and heard her tell him to hold tight. He was in for a surprise. 

What now he thought? Surely she couldn’t wring another drop from me? A rush of heat to his balls made him gasp. The dragging feeling had gone. He forced himself to look and saw that his balls were almost twice their normal size … and the pain now was worse than before. He saw her kneel down and wondered what else she could possibly be planning? 

The strong vibrations began again, just behind his ball sack. Oh Christ, he thought … I am growing erect again. This was impossible. Twice in a few minutes? His cock began to twitch and grow, looking ready at the slightest touch to spit more seed out. Milady reached out her free hand and raked her long nails up and down the taut skin. Round and over the head, playing with the tiny slit they went. Adam’s lower body took on a mind of its own and his hips began to thrust as if he were fucking a tight pussy. His breathing shortened and his vision began to fade again until he heard her say “NOW” at the same time as pulling firmly on the beads. As they popped out his cock began to spurt again.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Adam found that he was lying on a soft bed and sunlight was streaming through the window. He sat up groggily, as if he had a first class headache and took some time in working out where he was. As he looked around, he saw his clothes neatly piled on a nearby chair. He climbed out of bed and wondered if the night had all been some vivid dream. As he began to dress himself, he caught sight of his reflection in a large mirror. His arse was a vivid mass of red lines. He put his hand to them and felt small welts. That was certainly no dream.

Fully dressed, he made his way from the room and found that he was once again in the large room he had first encountered. Standing to one side was a giant of a man, dressed in a frock coat.

“Mistress apologises she is not here to bid you farewell, but trusts that you had a pleasant night. You will find your shoes over by the door. I am instructed to drive you home.”

Adam could quite believe what he was hearing, but allowed himself to be led out of the door and helped into a large car. He gave his address as if in a trance and as the car finally drew up outside his apartment block, Adam was handed a seal envelope. He got out and watched the car speed off. He smelt the envelope and the memories of Milady came flooding back. Adam smiled to himself – she was right about one thing – that was pretty intense.



It Happened One Night Ch. 04



Thanks to Judo for reading this – and making a large number of constructive comments. Especially her work on my somewhat abysmal punctuation. I hope that you find this chapter as entertaining as the preceding three!

Fay Presto is a real-life transsexual magician.
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Adam was still dazed when he got out of Milady's limousine clutching the envelope her manservant had handed to him. As silently as a specter, the car glided away leaving Adam standing by the curb wondering if it had all been a dream. Once again, he put the envelope to his nose, inhaled deeply and he knew it had not been a dream.

He looked around, then he saw the car, near the entrance to his apartment block stood an old black limousine. Had Milady's manservant returned to fetch him, or was she watching him? One of the limousine's back doors opened and a figure got out. In the dawn half-light, when natural light and streetlights cancel one another out, Adam could not see the figure clearly. 

A tall blond in a long black evening gown approached him giving a friendly wave. "Hello big boy." Her unusually deep and husky voice made her British accent sound sexy. She held out her open hand, then suddenly as if to grope him, her hand moved towards his groin. "Or should I say golden balls." She opened her hand to reveal two gold colored metal spheres.

She tipped the gold balls into Adam's cupped hand. Adam gave a surprised gasp. When he looked he saw not the balls he expected to see but two cigarettes. 

"Why thank you," the woman took the cigarettes from Adam's hand, lit them and handed one back to Adam. She inhaled, when she put her head back Adam's eyes were drawn to her prominent breasts. A series of perfectly formed smoke-ring puffed from her glossed lips to drifted lazily into the gray. "My name is Fay, Fay Presto! That's my professional name, my own name is Olivia and ... it doesn't concern you." There was a passing wistful look, brightening she concluded, "I'm a magician from London, England. I was hired for that party as entertainment." 

Adam's gaze ran from her coiffure down the sculpted curves of her gold lamée clad body, wondering what else her profession was. Towering over him on her high heels she looked back at him and gave a disarming smile. "But everyone seemed to be ... Ah entertaining themselves when I arrived." Adam remembered the pairing off, the debauchery - he had been a part of it. She put the cigarette to her glossy scarlet lips, Adam thought he had never seen a woman put a cigarette to her lips so sensuously, not even those old Hollywood Stars like Marlene Dietrich – he thought he detected a tremor of movement from his limp cock. "I saw you and thought there is a man I could do things with. Then you disappeared, so I came looking for you." The magician gave Adam a long, deep, penetrating look. "Well, golden balls, are you in the mood to entertain me?"

Shit this is fucking weird! The last thing in the world I need right now is another creepy dame. "Miss Presto how in the heck did you find me?" 

Her teeth flashed a hint of an enigmatic smile. "Let's just say I have some psychic abilities, but that's our secret – don't tell the Magic Circle, they disapprove of those ideas. Well are you going to oblige me by taking a ride with me?"

"Miss Presto, I am afraid I am worn out. All that I am looking forward to is a shower and my bed."

"Mister...?"

"Milligan but call me Adam I hate the formality of surnames."

"Mister Milligan, my car is over there and I want to take you for a drive, you have some unfinished business at that party."

"Did Chandler send you?"

"Chandler? Oh you mean your employer. You don't call her mzzz or Miss? How quaint, makes her sound very masculine. I positively insist upon being called Miss Presto. Now are you going to return with me? I am sure that you will find it very rewarding."

"Miss Presto, I'd be obliged for the ride."

"Come with me, Mister Milligan.

She took him by the hand and led him to the large fifties-style British limousine. A chauffer in a gray uniform got out of the right front door. He touched his cap in a salute as they approached, then opened the back door for Fay and Adam to get in.

"Reggie, this is Mister Milligan and we are taking him back to where he disappeared from," 

Reggie's face remained impassive as if this was a regular occurrence, "Very well, Miss Presto."

"Now let's have some privacy." The blonde pressed a button; a motor whirred, a blind rose isolating the passenger compartment from the driver. 

"These shoes are killing me." She kicked off her high-heeled sandals, then reached forward and opened a walnut cabinet containing a bar. Can I ever get back into the Yugo? 

She poured herself a Gin and tonic - without asking Adam what he drank, she poured him one too. "Relax Adam."

He sank into the soft old leather of the sumptuous seat and felt relaxed. Adam felt as if he was in a luxurious cocoon, up front separated from them by a glass screen and the blind Reggie dealt with business of driving. In the back they sat in state, as far as Adam could see nothing was made of plastic. The seats and interior panels were covered with leather; other panels were of highly polished walnut. The car might be old but it was sure a comfortable ride. She laid her hand lightly over his. He looked at the blonde, would she be as good. "This your car?"

"Of course I shipped it over with me for this tour, the car is a part of my identity. If you are interested, it is a Daimler with a Mulliner body." Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh.

"Miss Presto ... Fay." He caught her wrist. "Ma'am I've had three sexual encounters tonight, at least I think the last one was a sexual experience, and although I find you a very attractive woman I regret to say I am physically as the French would say hors de combat."

She laughed, "You mean you're knackered!" she exclaimed. "When I had a willy I used to get that problem."

Had a willy! "When you had..."

"A long time ago, another life. Don't worry Mister Milligan I'm all woman now."

"You mean..."

"Yes I've had an operation. Now shush ... no more questions. I just want you to relax and I will cure your little problem." She lifted her hand and removed one of her crystal drop earrings. "Adam I want you to watch the crystal. Let your mind go blank. Relax. Nothing will hurt you. Remember the mind is strong whilst the flesh is weak. Your..."

Adam's gaze was drawn to the slowly turning crystal that glinted as it caught the light. His eyelids were getting increasingly heavy, yet even through his half-closed eyes he was unable to avoid the lure of the sparkling light.  What am I doing is this a man or a woman?  

"You are feeling sleepy. Relax. Don't fight the feeling. I am going to count one to ten, when I reach ten you will be in a state of total relaxation unable to move unless I command you to do so. One you are relaxing. Two your toes and fingers are floppy. Three your legs feel amazingly relaxed." 

Adam became aware that he was detached from his limbs. He tried to move a finger, but discovered he could not summon the energy such an operation seemed to require. If I let she ... he whatever have their way with me what am I? 

"Adam concentrate on me, don't fight. Surrender yourself to me." 

How does she know?

"Four your arms are resting. Five your brain is moving into a dream dimension. Six your body is at rest."

Although her voice seemed like a distant drone, and the luminous crystal far away at the wrong end of a telescope, each word remained distinct and the crystal the only discernable object in his reality.  Oh it doesn't matter! 

"Seven you are going deeper. Eight and you are going deeper. Nine your brain is shutting down surrendering to my control. Ten mind and body you are under my control I am your reality." 

When Fay Presto was certain that Adam was under the influence she undid the zipper of his pants. Adam, although he was aware of what was occurring, and some small voice in the recesses of his mind told him to resist. He found that was unable to resist – in fact he lacked the will to resist. His detached legs animated so he was able to comply with her command when she told him to lift his ass so she could slide down his pants. 

The small voice spoke, this is not right! He lifted his feet and raised his thighs as she dragged his pants down his legs. Adam never took his eyes from the crystal until she seemed to effortlessly float from seated next to him, to kneeling on the floor between his knees. 

It didn't matter that the crystal had gone from his sight - lead weights seemed to tug his eyes shut. Yet her voice remained as a constant in his brain, the only sound of which he was aware. Her presence seemed to overwhelm him. Adam resigned control of his fate, knowing that he could not resist Fay Presto in whatever form she chose to adopt. 

His pants became bonds that shackled his ankles. Fay Presto's hands felt soft and gentle as they caressed his thighs. Adam was pleasantly surprised when he felt the blood flowing into his cock. As life flowed into his cock any reservations he had about Fay flowed from his mind. Wow there's life in the old dog yet! 

Gently she lifted his cock and rained upon its pulsing underside a series of soft butterfly kisses. His cock swelled as he felt the soft caress of her lips as she kissed and licked the stem of his cock. 

"Your prick is like the snake charmer's cobra, curled up resting and awaiting the call. I am going to count one to five then hum. When I hum your prick will stand hard and strong and will not loose that erection until you loose belief in yourself you will live in a state of permanent arousal."

Wow I'll be a super-stud. 

"One and you believe your cock can become as hard as iron. Two and you feel the inner strength flowing into your prick. Three your cock overcomes its physical exhaustion. Four your balls become heavy. Five your cock is throbbing in anticipation. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Adam felt the jolt as his cock sprang into an instant erection. The pounding pulses in his groin thundered like a drum-roll. "Aaaagh!" He groaned in the throes ecstatic pain.

"Adam! You are now the hardest of men." Fay ran the tip of her tongue over her glossy lips. "Now let me taste your rejuvenated willy." As she lowered her head over the crown, the throbbing of his cock shuddered through his entire body. His back arched lifting his ass off the limousine's leather driving his cock into her soft mouth.

Her hands grasped his hips and pushed him down into the seat. Adam writhed in frustration with a sense of deja vu when she lifted her head. He wanted her to use her mouth on his cock, not for talking. 

"My, you are an eager boy. I said I wanted to taste your willy, not have my throat fucked. Not yet anyway! I think you must be brought under control." She held out the crystal earring. "Adam focus on the crystal. The crystal is your whole world your entity. When you hear the holder of the crystal speak you will obey. When an instruction is prefaced with the phrase 'the crystal says', you will obey without question. Do you understand?"

Adam nodded his head, "when I hear 'the crystal says' I will obey without question."

"Now Adam I want you to concentrate on your willy, oops you call it your cock! I want you to concentrate on your cock. Are you concentrating?"

"Yes Miss Presto. Fay. I am concentrating."

"Feel it getting harder, a lot harder?"

"I feel it. It's throbbing like hell and feels like it is swelling fit to burst."

"Isn't it every man's dream to have a cock like that. A cock that's rock hard all the time, ready for action whenever the opportunity arises?"

That's a dumb question!  "It sure is."

Adam did not notice the intensity of her eyes, nor that the corners of her mouth twitched mischievously. "Tell me Adam, what is it that you and every man wishes he had? – Say the words, spell it out to me."

Repeating the words by wrote, Adam felt foolish - it was as if he was back at school. Yet despite these feelings he did as she asked. "Now Adam how would you like to have a cock like that all the time?"

No more brewer's droop, never having to take a rain check. Wow that would be sensational. Why I'll be a regular Don Juan, women will kill each other to get near me.  "I sure would."

"Be very certain Adam because there is no way that I can release you from the next stage of hypnosis."

"For my cock to be permanently like that I guess I'd happily sell my soul to the Devil."

"How quaint it is that you invoke powers like God and the Devil, when really the forces of willpower – mind over matter all reside within yourself.

"Now Adam I want you to concentrate on the crystal and I will become your Fairy Godmother and grant your wish. You do want me to be your Fairy Godmother don't you?"

Adam grinned what game was this woman playing, still compared to Milady's games it seemed a very safe game to play. "I sure do."

"Adam I shall count you into a state of deep Beta Consciousness. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Mam I sure am." Adam enthused.

"I shall count you up from One-hundred to a Thousand in hundred blocks. Now relax again open the recesses of your mind. Clear the channels. Accept the words you hear as unquestionable truths. Watch the crystal. Once again your eyes feel heavy although they stay open. You stop thinking about anything except the crystal's motion. The crystal is the power source transferring energy to you. 

Adam's eyes traced the crystals figure of eight movements. The crystal filled his vision her insistent voice dominated his hearing – until once again there was no reality except the voice and the crystal. "One-hundred and you start to loose any sense of failure. Two hundred your mind knows that it can control your body. Three hundred your mind wills your body to pump increased quantities of blood to your cock. Four hundred pulses are hammering inside your cock. Five hundred your body controls the circulation to maintain the erection you have achieved. Six hundred you know that a soft cock is only the result of a lack of willpower and your willpower is supreme. Seven hundred you will never ever again know the ignominy of a soft cock. Your cock will remain rampant and erect twenty-four hours a day no matter how many times you have sex. Eight hundred the crystal says, these instructions will become imprinted deep in your conscious and unconscious mind at all levels ranging from Beta sub consciousness through to the ununderstood depths of Omega consciousness. Nine hundred. I want you to repeat after me. My cock is an iron rod that will never soften or bend, like a soldier it will always remain at attention."

In a dreamy voice Adam chanted. "My cock is an iron rod that will never soften or bend, like a soldier it will always remain at attention."

"Say it again"

Adam no longer had control over his body or his voice. When Fay Presto ordered him to speak Adam obeyed the impulse within him and spoke. He spoke without emotion sounding like a computer-generated voice.

"One-thousand. The crystal says, the words you have said, will keep running like an endless tape deep within your subconscious mind harnessing the power of will to defeat the weakness of the flesh. Now when I hum you will return to full Alpha state consciousness with no conscious memory of what has occurred. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Adam felt as if he had been daydreaming – he knew it must have been a good dream because his cock was as hard as iron, pointing from his groin like an arrow.

"Well big boy I think now is the time to finish off that blow job." 

Adam felt pure ecstasy when her moist lips slowly slid over his glans to engulf the crown. Her sinuous tongue slivered lightly moistening the pulsing velvet head. The thick veins that were entwined around the rampant shaft thundered like drums, as his pulse beat stronger. His loins were aglow when she bobbed her head taking more of his cock deep into her mouth. This time she did not resist when his hips rose to meet her.

His hands pressed on the lacquered helmet of her hair forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She built up a rhythm with him, taking his cock ever deeper into her mouth, so that it felt to him as if the swollen head was deep in her throat – he reflected that he had never been with a woman who could give such good head. He felt his balls tightening, his cock beginning to buck as the sperm pulsed along its length. Then he was cumming. Cumming with a difference, it was as if he had lost control of his bladder, the flow of sperm seemed to be endless. It seemed to him that an eternity had elapsed before the jetting pulses of his ejaculation subsided.

She lifted her head lasciviously licking the last of his creamy sperm from her lips before saying. "Well Adam did you find that satisfying?"

"It was different, at the time it was great, my body didn't feel like my body. I thought that I'd never stop cumming. O.K. at the time I was frightened."

"Frightened?"

"Scared, it was strange as if every fluid in my body was flowing away. I even thought I had pee'd myself. And you took it so deep down your throat. I've never been deep throated like that before. Say your a magician, do you do a little sword swallowing or fire-eating?"

"No Adam."

Adam became aware of his body, his hard cock to be precise. "Wow!" He exclaimed tentatively testing the strength of his erection between his thumb and forefinger.

"See Adam you have got your wish."

"Wish! What wish?"

"You told me that you wished you had a cock that was always ready for action. It looks like your Fairy Godmother has granted your wish."

"Well let's not waste this hard-on. I'm ready to go again." 

"Adam much as I'd like to have sex with you we are back at your boss, Chandler's apartment block. Come on do your pants up."

It was then Adam discovered how difficult it is to pull his pants up and zip in a rampant erection. "How the heck do I get my pants done up."

"It would appear with a degree of difficulty." Fay Presto remarked her eyes twinkling with undisguised merriment at Adam's predicament. "Try holding yourself in dear."

Getting out of the car Adam became aware of the problems a permanent erection might pose. Bending from the waist his spare-tire pressed down on the tip of his cock. Then his cock caught in a fold of his pants and jutted forwards like a partially hidden cannon taking aim, hurriedly with furtive movements he restored it to a vertical position aligned with the zipper in front of it. Walking into the lighted foyer of the building he was acutely aware of his bulging pants.  I'm sure that doorman's gazing at my groin.  

Gotta get laid to get rid of this! Oh my god that cannot be true! Somewhere from deep in the recesses of his brain a thought struck him. His condition was permanent. He could fuck as often as he wanted. Get as many blowjobs as possible. Sit in the can jacking off and the erection would never go. This final thought of solitary masturbation took his thoughts back to the bartender Sherri.

Trying to ignore the friction of his pants on his cock he climbed the stairs to the door of apartment 1278 and pressed the button. "Hi who's that?" Amy sounded tired and inebriated.

"Amy it's me Adam buzz me in."

Maybe Amy will be up for the ride of her life... 



It Happened One Night Ch. 05



Getting out of Fay Presto's car, Adam became aware of the problems that a permanent erection might pose. Walking into the lighted foyer of the building he was acutely aware of his bulging pants. I'm sure that doorman's gazing at my groin. 

Trying to ignore the friction of his pants on his cock he climbed the stairs to the door of apartment 1278 and pressed the button. "Hi who's that?" Amy sounded tired and inebriated. 

"Amy, it's me Adam, buzz me in."

"Adam? I thought you left one hour ago?"

"Yeah, well, I..." 

Adam stopped. One hour ago? That couldn't be right? All those games Milady played with him... the ride over with Fay Presto... it just HAD to have taken more than an hour..? He turned around to ask his mysterious ride to fill in the blanks for him – but she wasn't there anymore. The street was empty. How could she have disappeared like that, without making any sound? A buzzer signal brought him back. Amy was obviously not expecting any answer from him. He took his jacket off and held it in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in it, and walked the now familiar way through the pretentious structure, and climbed the stairs past the fountain, and knocked at1278. No-one answered. He tried the knob, letting himself in. Either the party had been standing still since he left, or... or he hadn't really been away that long. There were still quite a few drunk people there – was he mistaken, or were there actually MORE people there than when he had left..? The whole time-sex-mysterious women-thing was getting too much for Adam. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't really care about finding out. He just wanted to go home and get some sleep. Well, maybe just another round, to get his erection to calm down...

"OK, man, " he muttered to himself. "Try to get organized here. You wanna go home. There's not a familiar face in sight, no-one you can catch a ride with. OK, then get a cab. Call a cab. Where's the fucking phone?"

Adam walked around, looking for a phone. A couple staggered by him, the woman giggling, and as she passed him, she accidently brushed against his crotch. The touch send a powerful jolt of electricity through his hard cock. Adam stopped and stared after them. Was he nuts? Go home already? With this package of rock-hard, pure dynamite in his pants? No, he wouldn't go home until he had gotten him just one more piece of...

"Adam! There you are, man!"

Adam turned around and stared. 

"Darren?" he asked, dumbstruck. "Where the fuck have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"

Darren smiled, a smug smile that said "I know a secret, and I'm dying to tell you". He motioned for Adam to come into the kitchen with him. Well in there, he grabbed the last two bottles of beer out of Chandler's fridge. "Served her right!" Adam thought to himself.
They went out onto the balcony, and leaned at the iron railing, overlooking the garden with the huge fountain. It was illuminated at night, Adam noticed.

"OK, tell me," he said. "You disappeared as soon as we got here, and now, hours later, I find you looking like a cat that just caught itself a big fat mouse!"

"Pretty close," said Darren, smiling. 

His even, white teeth shone brightly against his dark brown skin. 

"What are you talking about?" said Adam.

"D'ya know that redhead from accounts? Marnie?" said Darren. 

Adam stared at him. 

"You DIDN'T!"

Darren chuckled.

"But-  but I saw her and that new smarmy senior from sales... they went... and then I heard them going at it when I went to the toilet half way through the evening!" said Adam.

"Ever heard of a threesome, Milligan?" said Darren, smiling mischievously. 

Adam banged his fist in the iron railing.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Fuck! I can't believe you did that!"

Darren laughed.

"I've been wanting to screw her for months!" said Adam. And you just waltz in and get her to do a threesome???"

He shook his head and grinned back at Darren.

"What really hurts me is that you didn't bring me along!" he said.

The two men laughed and sipped their beer. 

"So what have you been doing?" said Darren. "Enjoying the party? Flirting with our dear Chandler?"

Adam bit his lip. He had never been much of kiss and tell, although he didn't mind listening to others telling their stories... but this whole evening had just been too weird. He needed to confide in someone. He took another zip out of the bottle, and told Darren what had happened to him during the evening. Darren's face expression went from amusement to jealousy, from shock to confusion.

"All that in one night?" he said. "Damned! You guys must have been quick!"

"I think that Fay Presto did something," said Adam. "I don't get it, all I know is that I left here at 2 am, and then Milady had her fun with me all night, and then that mysterious Presto hypnotized me in the car on the way back here – and I still don't know why she dropped me off here – and now it's not even 2.55 am."

Darren seemed to think that this mystery wasn't worth wasting thoughts on. He was a down-to-earth kind of guy. 

"So she made it so that your dick would never go soft again?" he said. "Ever?"

"That's what she said," said Adam. "At first I didn't really believe in all that hypnosis crap, but then she gave me the most amazing blowjob – and I didn't go soft afterwards."

"You mean you're still hard?" said Darren. "Right now?"

Adam nodded. Darren looked at him, frowned, and thought for a while.

"You know, Adam..." said Darren. "If you want... we could try to find Marnie and see if she's up for another round..?"

"Hell, yeah!" said Adam, feeling his cock pulsate at the mere thought of finally getting one of his dreams come true.

They went back into Chandler's smoky, noisy apartment. The music had changed into modern ballads, and couples were making out openly on the dance floor, on sofas... they even passed a couple getting very busy on top of the kitchen sink. Adam felt glad that he wouldn't be eating breakfast with Chandler in the morning. Darren led him to an empty bedroom, that was dimly lit up by two tiny lamps on each side of a king-size bed. Adam threw himself on the dark-red velvet bedcover, and stretched out. Darren closed the door and locked it.

"Hey!" said Adam. What about Marnie?"

"I think she's gone home already," said Darren, and sat down next to him. "I couldn't see her anywhere out there. But we could we have a little... man-to-man talk..?"

Adam sat up, shocked.

"But you said..? Marnie... I thought you..."

Darren leaned in closer and smiled at him.

"I swing both ways, Adam," he said. 

Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Darren? His buddy? Skirt-chasing, beer-heaving, sport-loving Darren? Bi-sexual?

"Normally I wouldn't hit on a pal, but I got intrigued by your hypnosis story," said Darren, and put his hand on Adam's knee. "I wanted to see if it was true. I wanted to see if you really can stay hard forever."

Adam was too surprised to push Darren's hand away, and Darren quickly let it slide up his thigh, and then put it right over Adam's cock. Instead of feeling repulsed by another man touching his cock, Adam was surprised to find that Darren's touch sent the same sort of electricity through his cock, through his crotch, through his entire body, as that woman had earlier in the evening. Adam closed his eyes and enjoyed himself. Darren unzipped his trousers, and Adam's hard cock sprung out of its prison, as if it was gasping for air. 

"Mmmm," said Darren. "Niiiiice... Big and hard. Let's see if it will stay that way when I'm through with it." 

He leaned in closer and kissed Adam's lips, first gently, then more aggressive, and moved his hand up and down the shaft of Adam's cock all the time. The touch was perfect; light yet firm, and he moved his hand in a steady pace, which drove Adam closer to an orgasm; he could feel the tension building up inside of him, and he suddenly found himself tongue-wrestling Darren fiercily while he fumbled to open the buttons in Darren's shirt. Darren let go of his cock and helped him to get the shirt off.

"Don't stop!" said Adam. 

"Nice and easy," said Darren. "You'll get there, don't worry."

Adam kissed him again, kissed him and let his hands roam over Darren's torso. He wasn't even disappointed in not having a pair of boobs to squeeze, instead he was touching Darren's chocolate-coloured skin, tasting it, licking it, sucking on the nipples of a flat, muscular chest, and enjoying Darren's mix of gentleness and aggression, strength and tenderness. Darren pushed him down on the bed, and pulled his pants and boxers off. Adam lazily opened his shirt while Darren got down between his legs, and put his hands on Adam's thighs, pushing them apart. Adam laid there, looking at Darren's black hands against his pale, white skin, and shivered out of lust when Darren wet his thick, full lips and bend over Adam's cock. The first touch of Darren's warm, wet tongue against his hard cock made Adam thrust upwards in an involuntary move. Darren chuckled, and licked up and down the hot, pulsating shaft. Adam closed his eyes and took short, fast breaths as Darren teased the sensitive little string of skin leading from the shaft to the cockhead. 

"Come on!" he grunted through his teeth. "Suck on it!"

Darren smiled, and let Adam's cock slide into his mouth, turning it into a wet, tight hole, almost like a pussy, and sucked his cheeks in, sucked on Adam's cock as his head bobbed up and down, letting the cock almost slide out between his lips before he deepthroated it again. Adam moaned and grabbed onto the bedcover, his whole body tensing up. He had never had such a great blowjob in his entire life! Darren seemed to know exactly what Adam was feeling, he was in total control over Adam's pleasure, stimulating him in all the right places, exactly as hard or as soft as Adam wanted it. Darren put a finger in his mouth and wet it, and gave Adam a naughty look before he slid his finger into Adam's anus in one swift move. Adam cried out of surprise and a slight pain; his ass was still sore from the buttplug that Milady had pushed into it earlier. This was different. This was wet and slippery, and it wiggled, and... he exploded into Darren's mouth, a huge explosion that made him arch from the bed, which only made him feel Darren's finger in his ass that much more, and he whimpered as he tried to keep quiet. He didn't want the whole world to know what he was doing in there – with another man!
Darren swallowed his load and licked his cock clean.

"I'll be damned!" he said. "It's still hard! You were right!"

"Told ya," Adam panted, leaning back against the bed, trying to catch his breath.

Darren got up and pulled his pants off, and Adam's eyes widened when he saw the massive tool his friend had. It was long and thick and even darker than the rest of Darren's skin, and it was resting upon a pair of black, hairy globes. Darren got on the bed again, and crawled over Adam, one leg on each side of Adam's body. His big, hard dick rested on Adam's stomach. OK, what now? Having another man give him a blowjob was one thing, but Adam wasn't sure if he could return the favour. That didn't seem to be Darren's plan, though, as he grabbed Adam's cock and steered it to his ass. He pushed himself down, impaling himself on Adam's cock.

"Oh, SHIT!" Adam yelled. 

He had never been inside anything this tight. Darren began to rock back and forward, stealing a kiss from Adam whenever their faces were close enough. His cock rubbed over Adam's stomach, calling, no, screaming for attention.

"Aaahh..." Darren moaned. "Man, this feels good! You're hard as a rock!"

Adam couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed Darren's cock and jerked it off. It looked funny, as if he suddenly had a black cock and was jerking himself off! 

"Oh!" said Darren. "Your hands on my cock and your cock up my ass! GOD, this feels good!"

Adam was just wondering if it would really be that bad having Darren's cock in his mouth when Darren pulled himself off Adam's cock and rolled off of him.

"What's wrong?" said Adam.

"I'm gonna come soon!" said Darren. "Turn around! I want to spray it up your pretty little white ass!"

OK, so, getting fucked in the ass by another man would be too much... Before he had any chance to protest, Darren grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, and quickly got behind him.

"Hey, Darren, wait a minute!" said Adam. "I don't think..."

"Don't worry, I'll lube you up!" said Darren.

He leaned in, and Adam's cock started to twitch uncontrollably when he felt Darren's tongue licking his balls from behind. Then he felt it slide into his ass, actually sticking inside of his ass, and wiggling, teasing, making him arch his ass up for more, more! But Darren's cock had been really big..! But it was as if he didn't care anymore. His cock was pounding, he was standing on all four now, jerking himself off fast and hard, getting hornier every second by Darren's wet tongue giving him a rim-job, and when Darren took his tongue away and Adam felt something hot and hard replace it, he was almost in tears, pushing back as Darren shoved his big, black cock into the very bottom. Adam hid his face in a pillow to muffle his scream. Darren's cock was definitely much bigger than a buttplug! Darren was too aroused to show the no-longer-virgin any mercy. He fucked Adam's ass hard, as he held onto Adam's hips, pinching and slapping the white ass-cheeks in front of him, turning them rosy red.

"This is a good ass!" he whispered. "This is a tight little white ass! Do you like it, Adam? Do you like feeling another man's cock pound inside your little ass?"

"Yes!" Adam hissed. "Yes, yes!"

"Tell me you like it!" said Darren, and slapped his ass again.

"I love having your cock inside my ass!" Adam cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!"

Darren increased his speed, and rammed into Adam with such strength that Adam had a hard time keeping up on all four, or actually all three, as he was still jerking off, his hand flying up and down the shaft rapidly. He was getting closer... closer... Throwing caution to the wind, he screamed when he came, and sprayed long strings of hot sperm all over the velvet bedcover. This seemed to do it for Darren too, for he groaned like an animal and Adam felt a gush of hot fluid fill his ass. 
Darren pulled out, and they lay down on the soaked bed, next to each other, gasping for breath. 

"I don't believe it!" said Darren. "It's STILL hard!"

"Wanna go again before we go?" said Adam, grinning.

"I'm all worn out," said Darren, shaking his head. 

"Can you give me a ride home?" Adam asked.

"Sure, no problem," said Darren. 

He got up and got dressed, and tossed Adam's clothes on the bed.

"I just need to go the bathroom," he said. "Just wait for me at the car, OK?"

"OK," said Adam, pulling his trousers on. "Oh, and could we stop at that Stop-N-Go on the way? I could really go for a smoke right about now."





It Happened One Night Ch. 06



Anyone who's lived a few years comes to realize that the cold, harsh world we live in isn't designed for the meek and the mild mannered. Jesus had a soft-spoken disposition. Look what happened to him. When it comes to suffering I'd rather leave it to others, thank you very much. But every once in a great while balance is restored to the cosmos. The loser at the poker table fills an inside straight. The sap in the middle of a messy divorce retains custody of his two children, and a poor suffering bastard like me scores with a woman so out of his class he catches a nosebleed every time he looks up at her.

This woman's looks screamed "Upper Crust" to me. Her statuesque profile made me look dwarfish. The well cared for mane of salt-and-pepper hair that reached past her ass in a perfectly twisted French braid told a silent tale of afternoons spent at the salon. If it didn't, then her sharp, sculpted fingernails and meticulously plucked eyebrows did. Those wire-thin eyebrows conveyed her emotions perfectly. Every quirk spoke volumes, like a courtesan's fan.

She used her expressive, sapphire blue eyes to give me the once over. Her pomegranate-lipsticked mouth, pleasantly plump and enticingly wide, pulled itself into a crooked smile when she saw me return her glance. Just four hours ago I wouldn't have dared. But successes like the encounter with the eager bartender still buoyed me. I wasn't the same Adam "Gilligan" Milligan that had come to this party. I rode the crest of the wave of success. Soon it would peter out. I intended to ride it until it did.


I sipped on the piss-warm Budweiser I'd been clutching for the last few hours, playing it so cool I half expected the tepid beer to develop a rime of ice on its surface. I didn't recognize her from the office. A game I'd started consisted of memorizing the names and faces of everyone I came in contact with at Chox, Inc. Hell, I even included the FedEx delivery guys. Two years later I could recall just about everyone. Who wouldn't remember the faces of the arrogant fuckers who looked down upon you like freshly scraped dog muck from the bottom of a shoe?

Worse still were the ones who didn't remember me at all, regardless of how many times Chandler introduced us at these quarterly snorefests. These so-called social gatherings seemed as dysfunctional as my rusting Yugo.

I longed to tell Theresa to go fuck herself. As it stood, these crappy parties allowed me to escape my even crappier existence. As much as I hated them, I relished them. I seized upon any chance to despise something other than my own pathetic life.

Today, however, everything was coming up Adam. I didn't understand why, but I didn't question it. Good fortune always turned bad when examined.

I peered around my plastic beer cup, scanning the face of the aged beauty who stared back at me with such a predatory gaze. Her aquiline nose looked sharp. Hungry. A nose fit for an Empress. I needed to know who the hell she was. Our Miss Chandler always tried hobnobbing with her betters but rarely succeeded. How had she managed to ensnare an older, refined beauty like this one? This woman exuded class from every pore. Her high cheekbones gave her a haughty demeanor, one I immediately found desirable.

My eternal curse. Self-delusion. Who was I kidding? Those broad, round hips and fat tits attracted me more than any detail of face. Her pale, slightly pink skin and long legs simply added value to an already astronomically expensive package. That ass. Man, those cushiony cheeks had Milligan written all over them. They were so made for me they should've come pre-emblazoned with my monograms. 

"Do you intend to stare at me all night, young man, or will you eventually come over here and introduce yourself?"

The Goddess' speech reduced my newfound courage into crystalline bravery, a thin facade that shattered at the first blow. The elegant woman pursed her lips at my slack-jawed expression. The dark mole that graced the upper left side of her mouth reminded me of old photos of Marilyn Monroe. Not that this woman looked anything like the actress, but the two women shared the same aura. Both beauties belonged to another period in time. Others might attempt to copy their simple yet stunning style but could never achieve it. This woman had an attractiveness that I couldn't readily define, but I'd do anything to possess.

"Torrie."

"What?"

"You wanted to ask me my name," she said. "My name's Victoria, but my friends call me Torrie."

"Really?"

"Really. Then you'd say 'So, I'm a friend, am I?' To which I'd reply 'I certainly hope so.' After that, I'd saunter over to you, snuggle in real close, and place a hand on your chest so I could feel your heartbeat. If it was racing, I'd say with my sultriest smile, 'Why don't you call me Torrie, too?'"

During her spiel she had performed just as she said she would, snaking her sinuous arms about my shoulders and drawing me close. Her fat breasts ground into my chest just as her wide, generous hips smeared themselves against my stiffening crotch. Refinement, like beauty, only sat on a person's surface. Its veil could be worn or discarded as required. 

"Ah ... Torrie ... What are you doing?" This party had pretty much ended. I couldn't imagine this wild and foxy lady wanting to spend time with a domesticated mongrel like me. I'd expect her to be rather neutral towards me, not show this kind of interest. Despite my innate pessimism, my usually grey outlook showed a sliver of silver. I doubted it, but I fervently hoped that she'd like me.

"I want you," she said, burying her face in my neck. 

Oh yeah? 

Right on!

I had wanted this response, but now worry plagued me. I hated dreams. Dreams always failed to materialize. What did she know about me? Why did she want to be with me? Tonight excluded, no woman in their right mind spent any quality time with yours truly. 

Her ankle length, black silk dress clung to her form like a second skin. The bright scarlet roses that adorned it competed for redness with her flushed cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was the flush of embarrassment or intoxication. Being hooched up certainly would explain her interest in me. Sober chicks didn't dig the Milligan-Man.

I watched the dark, shimmering cloth sparkle like stars in the night sky. I brushed a hand over her hip then glanced at my palm. It remained dry and unstained. The slick black silk shone wetly like a skim of oil on a pond's surface. For a moment I'd imagined her dress painted on. A thin black crocheted belt cinched her petite waist. The belt ends dangled almost to the hem of her dress. The golden buckle that secured it, metal filigree tied into an intricate knot, drew my eyes to her centre. To either side of it gleamed the long, bare lengths of her well toned legs. The dual, near waist-high slits in the dress made sure those pale beauties weren't missed. 

Damn, but this woman looked fine!

"Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"Am I attractive enough to have sex with, or are you still trying to make up your mind about me?" she said. The cool, totally together charade I maintained shattered like a glass smashed to the pavement. I sputtered. Warm beer suds spewed out from my nose. I coughed as I fought to regain my breath and composure.

"You want to fuck me?" I wheezed in-between coughs. "Why?"

"Why not, Adam? Don't you think you're deserving? I certainly do." If she did I certainly wouldn't do anything to dissuade her. Not that I had done anything to attract her in the first place. I still didn't understand her reasons for coming onto me so strongly but I'd be the last person to question it. The beggar didn't ask his benefactor the reasons behind her giving up some spare change. He took it, smiled and enjoyed his good fortune. It should've been that simple. Of course I'd make it harder than that. I felt undeserving of such a fine piece of aged ass like her. What could we talk about. Horse Racing? Haute Couture? 

I was screwed.

I had to come up with a topic of conversation fast. Torrie gave me the 'What, are you stupid?' look I'd seen so many times before on my dates. I panicked.

"Home," I croaked.

"Sly boy! You intend to take me home? My, but you're moving quickly!" Torrie nibbled down the side of my neck, placing a trail of sharp lovebites down my jugular. Even without high heels she'd stand at my height. With them on she could peer over my head if she wished. Torrie ground her crotch against my cock, committing frottage with me as if we were a teen couple hidden behind the speakers at a school dance. "I'm going to enjoy you, Adam. Let's go to your place." She took my trembling hand and drew me towards the front door. Her red tipped fingers dug into the back of my quaking hand. Blindly, I tripped after her as she sought to escape with me.

"Mother!" Theresa waved from the stairs, rushing down them in her haste to intercept us. Her big, floppy tits bounced in her too tight, much too small dress. She looked frantic to reach us before we left.

"Adam! Mom! Where are you going?" Theresa stepped in front of us, blocking our passage. Her fat tits wobbled. Oddly enough, her massive breasts didn't stir me. Torrie's mature body and refined ways certainly did. Her Old-World elegance scotched Chandler's Eurotrash ways.

Then again, Torrie might be a Chandler as well. Theresa had just called her mom! 

I turned a suspicious eye to Torrie. She blushed under my scrutiny. A little of the colour from her cheeks bled down her neck and stained her bare shoulders crimson. 

"What's up, Chandler? I'm heading home." I pulled Torrie to me and held her by her slim waist. Torrie stiffened as if I'd just slipped my hand underneath her dress to tweak her clit. Since she gave me the attitude, I humoured her and did just that. The sleek, cool silk felt indistinguishable from her aged skin as I slid my hand through the waist high slit in her dress and into her French cut, lacy panties. Her depilatoried mound felt as smooth as her dress. Not a hair brushed my fingertips as I let my hand burrow between the lips of her second mouth. The little bud stiffened at my touch. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a small pinch. Torrie squeaked at that. If Chandler saw anything she kept it to herself.

"Mom's staying here tonight. Someone else can drive you."

"She offered to drive me home, and I've accepted," I explained. Not that I should've. Torrie certainly was well over the age of consent. "Goodnight, Chandler. Come along, Torrie." I released my elder companion and walked out the door, not giving my boss a second glance. My former boss, probably. Fuck. I'd practically just verbally tendered my letter of resignation. Theresa would definitely can my ass Monday morning.

Imagine my shock when I heard the stately, precise clacking of Torrie's high-heeled, spaghetti strapped sandals behind me. 

"You're following?" I whispered.

"Didn't you tell me to come along? I can't drive you if I don't come with you, Adam."

"Yeah," I said, suddenly sheepish. "Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize! A man should never make excuses for saying what he feels. Didn't you want to leave just then?"

"Fuck yes," I said, a tad too eager to agree with her.

"Did you really want me to come with you?"

"Believe it," I confirmed. I really did. Not just because it would cost me over $60 in cab fare to make it back home, but because this striking woman actually enjoyed my company. I wanted this moment to last for awhile.

Okay. I admit it. The 60 bucks was the bigger factor. I simply didn't have it.

"Well, then. It seems to me that apologizing is quite unnecessary. Wouldn't you agree?" Her doe-eyes teased me, looking sleepy yet alert. Bedroom eyes, they called them. Eyes that deceptively looked as if they noticed nothing but actually took in everything around them.

"For example, if I decided to kiss you why should I have to make apologies to anyone?" She took my head in-between her bejewelled hands and sucked in my tongue, drawing it into her own mouth and drinking deeply from my lips. My cock butted into her belly. "No regrets," she confirmed. "You're quite happy to be here, I see." At one time I would've been horribly embarrassed about hoisting a sail in public. Not tonight, though. After the things I've been through, my semaphore-like flag waving signalled my assent to whatever sport she wanted to participate in.

She led me to her ride, a grey-coloured Jaguar parked in the laneway. Even the Jaguar rampant hood ornament had been changed from its usual sterling silver figurine to a sombre pewter counterpart. Its matte finish better matched the drab colour of the car's paint and interior. The seats, upholstered in soft, mouse coloured leather looked unremarkable. At least she had spared the wood. The gearshift, dash and glove compartment door retained their walnut-sheathed splendour. The shiny wood panelling broke up the blase appearance of the plain yet elegant automobile. She unlocked her door, then slid inside.

Why take a swan and change it into an ugly duckling? Didn't all caterpillars desire to become butterflies?

Or maybe Torrie liked to set herself against drab backdrops. Aging movie stars often preferred to work with paunchy leading men, not young Adonises. And definitely not with any hot, tight starlets that would upstage them.

That thought made anger flash momentarily within me. Perhaps she saw me like her car, a drab accessory worn to complement her fading charms. 

So what if she did. I used her for her ride and her stunning looks. I swallowed my anger, interring it with the tatters of my pride that I'd ingested the very day I started working for Chox and that megabitch Chandler.

The light grey seats set off her black dress and pale skin to perfection. She grabbed her seat belt and positioned it across her large chest. The band separated her tits as it snaked under her left mammary. As she looked at me, her blood-red nails raked across the woven cloth of the seat belt straps. I stared through the windshield at her, watching her watching me with an amused expression. One of her fingers made its way into her mouth. She suckled upon it, not flirting, just performing an accustomed action without thinking.

Bullshit. She was taunting me. She had no need to keep fucking her mouth with her index finger, did she?

Torrie glanced at the driver's seat, patting it while smiling back at me. I pointed at my chest with a trembling hand. She nodded. Her face looked all business but her blue eyes sparkled with laughter.

I opened up the car door and slid inside. The pedals were too far forward. The driver's side mirror showed a stellar view of the side panelling of the Jag but nothing else. Damn, Torrie was a tall lady! I looked around, trying to find a lever or button to push to adjust the seat.

I found levers all right. A shitload of switches and knobs, too. 

"Need some help? she asked. Why she asked made no sense since she didn't wait for my reply. She leaned over, using those aristocratically long, ring bedecked fingers to press and tweak the appropriate controls until I assumed the perfect position in the chair. Call it a happy accident, but her left hand pressed down on the seat between my legs. Her slender wrist just barely grazed my cock bulge. Probably my imagination, but I swore that I could feel her freaking pulse right through my slacks. Her hand gently bumped against me as she fiddled with the seat controls.

"Better?"

"Much better," I said. I enjoyed everything about the situation. A fabulous night, a fine ride and an even finer woman to accompany me. What could make life sweeter?

Sex. 

The answer came unbidden to my mind, but I instinctively knew it to be true. This was all foreplay, so far. I wanted pussy from this woman.

Tonight's events had irrevocably changed me. Yesterday I would've counted myself blessed just to score a winsome smile or a peck on the cheek from a woman. Tonight, if I wasn't fucking I considered it time wasted. A couple of modest successes had forever altered my outlook.

Something bothered me about Torrie. I had never introduced myself, yet she'd called me Adam. How did she know my name? I decided to ask her.

"Theresa's always talking about you," she said. "I've been keeping an eye on for you for a couple of years now."

"You've never introduced yourself to me."

"I never wanted to. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you used to be kind of laughable."

"But no longer?"

"No," she said. "Something's different about you tonight."

I'd say! Tonight I'd come in more snatch than I had in the last year and a half. But never before had I bagged platinum-card wielding, platinum-haired poon. High Society, matronly pussy. I wanted to sample a little bit of her aged beef. The fact that I'd be fucking Theresa's mother was buttered rum and raisin sauce for the sundae.

I slipped my hand into her dress and felt up her pussy. It throbbed in my hand. "Nothing's different about me, Victoria. I'm the same man as yesterday."

"Torrie," she breathed.

"Victoria." I stressed each syllable. "Torrie's a child's name. You're all woman. Do you really want me to think that you're as airheaded as your daughter?"

"Theresa's an executive in a Fortune 500 company," she reminded me. 

"Theresa's a bimbo who fucked herself into a good job, and will keep it as long she keeps on spreading ass for the President. When he gets bored of her, he'll ditch her."

Torrie thought about this for a few moments. "So you know about that, do you?"

"Are you kidding? Everyone knows about that. She's the joke of the office."

"Actually, she's the slut of the office. You're the joke of the office, Milligan. They say that you can't even fuck yourself into a better position." If my scowl deterred her in any way, she sure didn't show it. "I can't say that I approve," she said, trembling under my touch," but I do understand her position."

"Which position? Being the company whore?"

"Being strong enough to get what she wants without making any apologies for it," she said. I'd been expecting to feel some heat from her words. But so far, the only source of warmth came from the scalding pot nestled between her thighs that I continued to stir.

Having a serious conversation with Torrie while driving my hand in and out of her simmering pussy blew my mind. She masked every visible sign of her arousal, but not the olfactory signs. That delicious fragrance couldn't be hidden. It leaked out from her split bush in heated waves.

I wanted to get much closer to this woman. I wanted to experience her from the inside, to force myself into that baby-bare snatch of hers just so I could say that I've cracked into it. I'd heard for years that older broads knew how to handle young cock. Torrie was no broad, though her hips certainly qualified. Her substantial tits did too. She had the Classic Killer Combo; a fat ass, big tits and a slender waist.

Something contrary in my nature surfaced. She'd had years to introduce herself but had chosen not to. Why did she choose to slum with me tonight? Certainly not due to my circumstances. Giving me a ride home wasn't her sole reason. She'd sure take me for a ride if I let her, though.

I decided not to let her. I had long, bitter experience at being fucked around by Chandlers.

"You want me," I said, pulling my hand out from between her trembling thighs, "but I still don't understand why. I mean, when I really needed someone where were you? Now that my tank's full you're offering to top it up."

"I told you before Adam, you're different tonight."

"Different how?"

"I don't know how," she said. "More confident, perhaps."

"Less desperate," I offered. "I look like a man who doesn't need your pussy."

Torrie's renewed scarlet facial bloom confirmed my guess. Women always wanted that which they couldn't or shouldn't get. They resembled men in that respect. "I say again, why should I bother fucking you?"




It Happened One Night Ch. 06



"What?"

"Not what. Why. What can you do for me that another woman couldn't?"

Torrie looked at me as if I had just pried open her mouth and spit into it. Her lips pursed.

"Are you really telling me that you're not interested?"

"I'm telling you that you'd better want me more than I want you. I'd be just as content going home and sleeping for a week."

She took the hand I'd just plucked from her pussy. She worked her long tongue over it, polishing my hand with her wet pink chamois. Steam rose off of my wet hand as the hot spit and female spend contacted the car's crisp atmosphere. "I can do many things for you," she whispered.

"My dog licks my hand, too. Show me something interesting," I challenged. I wanted to anger her into dropping her prissy veneer of civility and to show me her true face. I expected her to be an older version of her daughter; haughty, pretentious and phony. Instead, she looked at me with pity. That wouldn't last long. Torrie was as genuine as the paste jewellery Chandler the Younger liked to wear. She had to be.

"Something definitely has changed within you," she whispered. "You aren't the same Gilligan as last year."

"Milligan," I corrected.

"I know," she replied. "But Gilligan fits better. At least it did before."

This woman was as slick as her Jaguar. I had to rattle her confidence a bit. I took a guess at one of the controls and was rewarded by the gentle hum of the sunroof motor working. The retracting glass shield let the cool night air enter the vehicle. 

"It's too cold for that, Adam."

"You'll warm up soon." My hand crept over her, gliding over her fleshy upper thighs, her slightly protruding stomach, and her fat, heavy tits. I caressed each one with soft swirls of the fingertips. My touch and the cold had the desired effect upon her. Her nipples stiffened under my touch, becoming as hard as the colour of her sapphire eyes.

I slid the spaghetti straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Her skin felt soft, yet no longer flawless. Freckles like age spots flecked her skin. Deep, parallel crevices stretched across her. I moved the hand down over the tops of her breasts, amazed at how much softer the skin felt here. I really enjoyed the feel of her mature body. Evidently aged human skin, like worn silk, felt more luxurious than new. 

My hand snapped down, pulling the front of her dress to her waist. My hand struck the valley between her thighs hard. She jumped in surprise. The sudden motion jiggled her freed breasts. The big, pale tits with cherry red nipples and only the smallest hint of areolas reminded me of eyes with too much pupil and not enough iris. The cold and my scrutiny produced gooseflesh across her trembling body. 

Her self-control impressed me. She had jumped a bit, startled by my sudden actions, but she hadn't moved her hands to cover her tits. This one either had steel nerves or had undergone training. Either was good, but the latter explanation made my cock stiffen.

Training. Like I'd know it to see it. Being an avid viewer of hardcore bondage pornography didn't make me a Master any more than watching golf all day qualified me for the Masters. Still, I felt that I recognized the submissiveness of this woman. Something in her reminded me of a part of me that I hated, but an aspect I could exploit in another.

"Keep your hands at your waist, Victoria. Sit like your mother taught you a lady should." The dignified way she repositioned herself made my head spin. A queen sat next to me. One with her stiffening nipples bared, mind you, but no less regal for all of that. Nothing touched her, not my words, not the cold, and not the bizarre situation. She was an element onto herself, totally inert, immutable even when exposed to other highly reactive agents.

Or so I thought until the feminine, musky scent of her intensified enough to make my nose twitch. A quick dip between her legs confirmed what my nose had already told me. Torrie was torrid for me.

For me, or for the me I pretended to be this evening? Either way, I liked the results.

"I'm cold," she said. 

"Uncomfortably cold, or bitterly cold?"

"Uncomfortable, I'd say."

"Then deal with it."

I started the engine, expecting a loud rumbling from a car this size. I could barely hear the motor. I could certainly feel it, though. As power endued the grey metal beast with vigour some of it dispersed through my body as well. Energy must've been transferred by osmosis from the fine, soft kidskin seat leather to my polyester-slacked self.

Torrie closed her eyes and snuggled into the car seat. Her deep, even breaths made her tits heave in a most delightful way.

Loud rapping on my side window pulled my eyes over to the enraged face of my boss. It could shatter glass. I decided to protect Torrie's automotive investment and lowered the heavily tinted window. 

"What the fuck are you two doing?" she screeched. I never realized how purple a face could get. I decided not to get angry in return. Theresa looked ludicrous and I refused to have her mother see me acting the same way. I responded to Chandler's hostility with civility, Torrie-style. 

"Warming up the car a bit."

"Don't fuck around! Mom, get dressed and come here!"

Torrie made no move to do so. Indeed, she didn't move at all. She sat there with her dress down to her waist and those magnificent breasts bare. She showed no indication of having heard her daughter.

"I think her silence means 'Fuck you,' I said, flicking the switch that raised the window. The impenetrable pane of dark glass sliced off Theresa's curses. Defeated, she slunk back to her overpriced condo.

"You did wonderfully," Torrie said. "I'll have to give you credit for that."

"How so?"

"You stood up to my daughter and kept your composure."

No big thing. I always stood up to Theresa. I was a rock. Usually as silent as one, too. 

I believed in not antagonizing those who had power over you. I didn't tell Torrie that. I felt quite content basking in her praise. I looked for and eventually found the A/C controls. I turned on the heat. Within seconds, a toasty warm zephyr bathed my reclining beauty in pleasantly scorching air. The heater pumped out warmth much more efficiently than my apartment radiator.

"Thank you," she whispered sweetly. She rolled her shoulders in wide, lazy arcs, sinuously stretching herself out while keeping her hands primly in her lap.

"Her bossiness burns my ass," I fumed. 

"She has to be bossy, Adam. She's your boss."

"Then make her bossy, not bitchy."

"Call her candlestick. She's always hated that."

"Candlestick?" I didn't follow. I told Torrie that. Her gentle laugh, mocking yet sincere, embarrassed me. 

"A Chandler is a seller of candles, soaps and oils, Adam. Go far enough back in any blue blood's lineage and you'll find a time when it ran red in their veins. People are always ashamed of something in their background. In Theresa's particular case, she had a candlestick's figure."

That I flat-out refused to believe. Theresa's tits rivalled her mom's for size and roundness. Torrie must've felt my disbelief for she laughed aloud again. "Trust me on this, hon. Theresa got her tits from her father, not me." 

"No way," I said. "She's so stacked!"

"As natural as the Panama Canal," Torrie revealed. She got a boob-job done years ago. The stupid girl had to eat cup ramen for over a year to pay for it, too. From what she tells me, they paid for themselves within two months." 

"Bullshit!"

"It's true. Theresa wasn't always perfect." Only Torrie's playful eyes betrayed her mock seriousness. She had managed to keep her tone convincingly businesslike. I bent down to her closest nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Torrie didn't move, though I felt her relaxed body suddenly tense up. Her restraint indeed was practised. Awesome. I had no more doubts left. I intended to take Torrie home and fuck her silly.

"You like to give head?"

"Of course," she replied.

"Do you swallow?"

"If I must."

"But you don't like to," I pressed.

"Do you wish me to?" 

"Yes."

"Then I like to swallow," she said with a grin. "Just don't eat any liver for dinner, okay?"

I shook my head. Torrie certainly redefined Class. I loved her version of it.

"Do you want me to suck you off now?"

Hell, yes! But I caught the note of urgency in her voice. I told her she'd have to wait until she got to my place before she tasted my cock. Her petulant moue looked adorable. For a second, she looked six and not fifty-something. Instead I kissed her, letting my stiff tongue give her a preview of what her other two major holes could expect from another hard part of my anatomy. I refused to break the kiss until she forced me back. Her long, curled eyelids fluttered as she struggled for breath. I felt proud to see her once-perfect lipstick all smudged. 

"Let's go," she growled. 

The loud, insistent chirping of the car phone destroyed the moment. Torrie and I stared at the offending device that snuggled contentedly in the walnut cradle between us, oblivious to its disastrous effect upon the mood inside the car. Torrie looked at me, clearly unsure as to what to do.

For a change, I knew what had to be done and felt annoyed enough to do it. 

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Come back here, mom." Theresa suddenly fell silent. I listened to her raspy, irregular breathing while she gathered her breath, her composure, and her wits. "Adam? Why did you pick up?"

"Does it matter?"

"Fuck yes! Put mom on the phone!"

I spent a very unpleasant five minutes listening to Theresa. I lost my good humour when she threatened to have a couple of bikers break into my apartment one evening and widen my asshole with the business end of a baseball bat. The only way to avoid calamity would be to return Torrie to the condo. 

Right.

"Who is it?" Torrie asked. She looked eager to continue with our little play session.

"Theresa," I replied.

"What does she want?"

I outlined the situation, couching the vileness of Theresa's threats in civil language. I shouldn't have bothered. Torrie understood everything. "What do you intend to do?" she said. The look of disappointment in her eyes angered me. She'd already decided that I'd given in to her bullying daughter. I guess Torrie had no faith in me. But why should she? When it came right down to it I had little faith in myself. Why should a stranger give me more credit than I did?

I had to sound confident. In control. Yeah, that's how I had to be.

"Dunno," I whispered, replying to Torrie's question.

"What the fuck do you mean 'Don't know?' Are you stupid?" I guess I was, seeing how I had totally forgotten that I had a phone to my ear and I had been speaking into it. Theresa let me know exactly what she thought about sick fuckers like me who stalked little old ladies. She saw no difference between me and some twisted bastard who sexually abused terminally ill geriatric patients in their palliative care wards. She let me know exactly what she'd do with a shotgun and a clear shot at my head.

I lost track of her latest dose of vitriol just then, for Torrie had taken matters into hand. She unbuckled my slacks, pulling out my cock with the ease only long practice gives. My cock hardened in her palms. A bead of precome appeared at the tip of my cock, the shining, pearly drop balancing in the slit of the crown. Torrie licked her lips in anticipation of tasting it.

I unceremoniously hung up on Theresa by dropping the phone into its cradle. Chox was history. The megabitch couldn't bully me anymore. I could always find work elsewhere. I'd never get another shot at fucking such a prime example of aged womanhood again. I had to grab it before I lost the opportunity.

I fumbled at Torrie's seat belt, trying desperately to free her from its restrictive clutches. My clumsy fingers refused to cooperate. They scrabbled futilely against the release mechanism. Torrie had to undo it herself.

"Calm down, hon. I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. Of course she wasn't. We sat in her Jag. Where could she go? Furthermore, she seemed to enjoy being with me. My only concern should be with keeping her satisfied.

Freed of her straps, absolutely nothing kept Torrie away from me. I reached for her, grasping her by the grey, lavender scented braid. I buried my face in a pile of it. Torrie looked at me with a bemused expression.

"A hair fetish, lover?"

"Not until today," I said. I wrapped two coils of her hair around her neck, turning the braid into a makeshift leash. I used it to pull her over to me. She collapsed upon me, face by my crotch. Her body twisted uncomfortably to accomplish the maneuver. I toyed with the idea of opening the passenger door to give her some room to stretch out, but I quickly discarded it. I wanted the awkwardness and discomfort to be a part of the experience. If she wanted my cock she'd have to work for it.

I didn't even have time to suggest what to do next. Torrie swallowed me whole, choking me down in one gulp. Her eyes grinned at me as she worked my cock into her tight throat. Her innocent eyes pointedly ignored the wickedness of her mouth as she ate me.

She coughed up enough moisture to end a drought. Sticky saliva frothed around my balls as she worked her hand up-and-down upon my rigid shaft. I'd never experienced such wet head before. She slurped up her spit but always deposited even more sticky froth upon me. Her powerful lunges easily and repeatedly filled her throat with my meat. She swallowed me right to the balls. I loved the way her chin nuzzled against my nuts. Every time she shook her head, her chin knocked them around.

Torrie had complete control of me. I leaned back against the inside of the car door. One hand held her hair leash. The other gripped the top of her head and forced her mouth down upon me. Torrie needed no encouragement to swallow. She was more than willing to take me all the way in without any urging on my part. The muscles of her throat kneaded my cock better than any handjob I'd ever received. Like a child riding her bicycle with no hands, Torrie had practiced this trick often enough to pull it off without the need for manual intervention. I didn't know how much longer I could last.

My eyes lost focus. All I could see were her sparkling blue eyes and her glittering baubles. The diamond cluster pendant around her neck. The diamond and platinum tassel earrings. The twisted, jet studded upper arm bracer; they became the only things I could clearly see. Why did a natural beauty like her need such gaudy accessories? Why wallow in artifice when she shone in her own aged natural splendour? Women like her and her puffed-up daughter used ostentation like a mirrored shield to bedazzle others with their opulence while they hid behind it.

Fuck that.

Rich or not, she ate my cock like any whore would've. I resolved not to be blinded by her wealth. My fingers plucked her expensive jewelry like fruit from a Bauble Tree. Every glittering item I saw went into my jacket pocket. Torrie said nothing. Not that she could've with her face jammed full of my cockmeat. I managed to remove my sports jacket despite the crammed accommodations. It fell to the car floor, instantly forgotten.

Torrie decided to use her hands. She shucked me of my pants. They resisted, like stubborn husks tenaciously clinging onto their corn cob. She liberated them, then tossed my pants away. She pumped my cock with her slender hands while massaging my balls with her mouth. She took each one inside, nibbling daintily on them like hors d'oeuvres. Her sharp little tongue speared between my nuts, running over the line in my balls sac that separated them. The odd jiggling sensation felt strange, but not overly uncomfortable. But when she forced her face forward and slid her tongue further south to probe around my tight brown ring I lost it. The instant that her tongue brushed against my bunghole I almost stuccoed the roof of the Jaguar. Her hand tightening at the base of my cock is all that prevented a sticky mess from being made. Her tongue pressed deeper, forcing its way into me. My asshole parted like soft cork before a twisting tongue of spiraled steel.

That was it for me. I had to come and I didn't intend to waste any of it. I yanked Torrie's head up by her braid, then jammed my cock down her throat before she could draw a single breath. This time I wouldn't wait passively while she serviced me. I slammed into her face as hard as I could. That didn't pose any difficulties for her. She swallowed cock with the hunger of a crackwhore looking for a fix. She seemed desperate to pleasure me.

The first blast from my cock fired down her throat. Torrie gulped it down. Ditto for the second and third shots from my dick. She loved oral, like advertised. But I wanted to see the stuff. I now understood the value of pop-shots in porn. Without seeing the baby paste the whole episode fell flat for me. I pulled myself out of her, allowing my cum to soak the side of her face. Sticky white trickles ran down her cheek. She scraped most of it away, slurping it up as she had her own spit.

"You do like it," I said, barely managing to get the words out of my mouth due to my winded state.

"Remember this moment when I ask you to go down on me later on," she said.

I smeared the remaining cum into the side of her face. She snuggled against my palm. "God, I can't wait to fuck you," I said.

"You're so dead." Theresa's poleaxed voice came through clearly on the car phone. "They won't find your remains when I'm done with you, Milligan. Your balls are mine!"

"Actually, his balls are mine, dear. Those, and the beautiful cock attached to them. You wouldn't want to make mummy unhappy, would you?" Torrie gingerly picked up the handset, pressed a button, then returned it to its cradle in the car's console.

"Hands-free?" I said.

"You have to press the End key before hanging up, or else it assumes you want hands-free mode," she explained.

I felt blood rush into my cheeks, probably excess runoff from my cock since my erection had long gone the way of the Dodo. Torrie consolingly kissed the head of my shriveled cock.

"I had no idea she was still on the line," I said.

"I did," Torrie replied. Her lascivious grin made me shudder.

"Are we leaving or what? I'd like to finish what you started," she said. Hell, why not? I pulled out into the street. 

"I've always wanted to drive a fine, luxury automobile. Here's my chance to pretend I'm living the sweet life," I said.

"Why not buy yourself one?"

I glanced over at her. Those impossibly blue eyes of hers stared back at me. My stomach fluttered. Her patiently waiting look made me feel like a schoolboy caught doing mischief. I guess it took more than a hard-assed facade to change a man. I felt way out of my depth. My insecurity made me churlish.

"I'm no salesman. I work to eat, not to buy toys."

"Pawn my stuff, then. Is that why you pocketed all my jewellery? To make some quick cash?"

I coloured at that. I thought I'd been so cool, showing my dominance by removing her baubles without permission. Now I felt ridiculous. Torrie laughed at my discomfort. She always knew how to knock me off balance. She wasn't mean, just utterly unpredictable. She patted my head like a teacher would a favoured pupil. I blushed under her touch.

"Flashy clothes and cars show a salesman's prosperity and skill. It's hard to land the big contracts if a power client sees you chugging up to his door in a Yugo."

"You know about that, do you?"

"I know everything about you, Adam. Only now it seems like I don't know as much as I thought."

"How so?" 

"For example, I never imagined that you could hold a serious conversation with a woman with her tits hanging out and your cock dangling free."

I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. I almost lost control of the car because of it. 




It Happened One Night Ch. 06



"That's nice," she said.

"What is?"

"Seeing you smile. Hearing you laugh. You do it so rarely, you know."

"Do I? How would you know something like that?"

"I've been watching you for awhile, Milligan. I've said that to you a couple times tonight, haven't I?"

"Adam, not Milligan. I hate it when people call me by my last name."

"Really?" Torrie said. She seemed genuinely confused. "Theresa always does."

"Yes, she does. Enough said." It was Torrie's turn to laugh. Her tits did the Jiggle-Bounce in the most attractive way. I loved how they looked. Large, plump, and hanging low on her rib cage like melons in a grocer's sack. Those tits lived the life I wish I could; a plush, well fed life of leisure. Those big, substantial breasts looked like they'd hold up well to all sorts of interesting play. I wondered if she'd be up to that.

I plucked at a hard, round nipple, twisting sharply as I pinched down upon it. Her eyes widened but she remained silent. Her ass tried to rise off the seat, though. Only her seatbelt kept her hips from smacking into the ceiling. She looked at me as if I'd just sprouted a cock from my forehead.

"Surprised?"

"Pleasantly, yes."

Oh yes. She'd do nicely, indeed.

I pressed my foot down, expecting the car to bolt forward in an awesome display of power. Not so. The car accelerated smoothly, as graceful and unassuming as its stately owner. Not bad for a vehicle now hurtling at over 80 miles an hour. I certainly didn't feel that kind of speed. The jalopy could take everything I threw at it. I wondered if her owner would fare as well. 

Only time would tell.



It Happened One Night Ch. 07



It had only been three hours since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan was already dreading the after-hours bash that his boss, Theresa, always insisted on. Adam had worked for the firm for two years and every quarter; they did the same damned thing. 

"Milligan?" His boss always insisted on using last names. 

Just like the Army, I guess. Adam quickly framed his toothy smile at Theresa's approach. "Yes, Chandler?" 

"Tres bien. You will be attending mon petite soiree this evening? At my new place, N'est pas?" 

What's with the fake French accent? Adam lowered his raised eyebrows. "Eh' Oui, of course, wouldn't miss it." 

Theresa flashed expensive orthodontia and sashayed her sizable behind towards another pathetic middle manager in the corner. Adam dashed for an exit and fished a smoke out of his coat. 

A few hours later Adam sat in the comfort of his car waiting with some anticipation and an unsettled stomach. He had tended to avoid such parties office related or social engagements since his teen years. A bit too plain to ever attract any females attention. But also just plain enough to escape the bullet of the testosterone filled locker room bullies. 

Adam had not had much luck with women and had managed to only get some sexual gratification once during his span of time. That was an awkward three minutes with the girl who lived next door and had pretty much forced him into the act. 

He took a deep breath and opened the car door and walked to the front door, still apprehensive about the evening to come. His approach finally brought him to the door and he could hear music playing and also the voices within. "Jesus," he thought, "what am I doing here?" Just as he knocked on the door the pretty hostess opened the door and took his arm ushering him inside. 

"Adam, so nice to see you," Theresa said slightly intoxicated already. Her breath reeked of rum and he figured she already had quite a snootful going. Her long slender arms wrapped through his and she led him to the main room where to his utter amazement the so straight laced people he normally worked with were dancing and some were lewdly fondling others. A state of half undress. Adam contained his surprise as he leered at the woman a few feet away on her knees rubbing the bulge of the companies VP. 

"Um, is there a different theme to this party?" he teased her. "Well, Adam," she replied in a sultry voice, "since we just closed that new huge deal everyone seems to be feeling frisky, myself included." With that she leaned in and ran her tongue up and down his neck while slipping her hand under his shirt and rubbing his chest. Adam stood stock still unsure of how to react to his boss' advances, on one hand he could throw her down and ravage her and more than likely no one would notice or he could just wait and see where this progressed too. 

Suddenly Theresa grabbed Adam's hand and led him away from the main room into an anteroom of the large hallway, "Milligan, I have just the thing to loosen you up my boy," she whispered in his ear. Theresa walked to the bookcase sitting against the wall and picked up a book on pharmacology, upon opening it Adam could see that there was a hollowed out spot carved into the books pages containing a small wooden pill box. "Come here Adam," she cooed as she opened the box and pulled out two small pink tablets and handed them to him. 

"What are these Theresa" he inquired. "Oh," she giggled, "these are x or ecstasy pills, you take one and I will take the other. I guarantee you a good time tonight." Adam didn't want to seem like a goody two shoes so he grabbed her glass and popped a pill in his mouth and swallowed the pill down with some rum and coke. Theresa did the same and quickly led him back to mingle among the partiers. She never left his side and was constantly kissing his ears and squeezing his ass, much to his disbelief. 

Finally as he started thinking nothing was going to happen with the pill she had given him the room started to take on a whole new vibe and look. Suddenly the people were looking more like cartoon figures and hot ones at that. Adam decided that this must be what the others had referred to as tripping and as he looked at Theresa he noticed she had taken on a sexy look to him. He saw her surrounded by little orbs of light that blurred when either of them moved and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Gone was the facade of the iron clad ball busting bitch from before. 

He saw her now as a woman, not his boss. Her ample cleavage barely contained in her dress and her mouth lips looked perfect for a few ideas he had gathering in his primal side. Suddenly Theresa grabbed his crotch and started stroking him as they talked to the company heads. Not one of the men seemed disturbed by this and a couple even winked at Adam apparently knowing something he didn't. Theresa said she needed another drink and taking Adam by the hand she led him to the back of the house and into a large room that had a few mattresses spread around it. Adam was past the point of wondering why or how this was happening just knowing that he was loving it. 

Theresa hadn't spoken a word to him since leaving the group and now she spun him around and dropped to her knees before him. Her hands ripped open his pants popping the button and she drew them down his legs along with his underwear. As she did his cock sprung out and she just giggled. He wasn't sure whether she was laughing at his size or just his cock throbbing before her but it didn't matter right now. She grabbed his cock and started jerking it back and forth.

Through his drug induced haze and the lights that appeared from seemingly nowhere, Adam watched as his boss and object of his lust wrapped her soft pink tongue around the head of his cock as she leaned down and slurped it into her mouth. The tip bounced against the roof of her mouth as she salivated at its taste. Theresa was wanton with her desires and she wasn't going to be denied. This little subordinate was going to feed and fuck her and that is all there was too it.

"Theresa," Adam gasped, as he wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed her head down over his cock. "Theresa, that feels so good," he moaned holding her head in place and probing her mouth with his cock. Deeper and deeper he plunged his fleshy staff past her parted lips, Adam could feel her tongue grazing the bottom of his cock with each inward thrust. 

Theresa couldn't believe that Adam had possessed such unbridled lust in his body, he was normally just a fly on the wall at these parties and at work. But now she would never look at him in quite the same light again. He was using her mouth for his pleasure and she was deriving more tingles of joy from it than she had expected. 

With a quick plop Adam withdrew his cock from Theresa's mouth and he threw her back on the mattress and reached through the slit going up her thigh on her dress and tore away her panties. This was all still mixed through a drug induced euphoria and he would fondly remember partial scenes of tonight for years to come. He lifted her dress up and flipped her over onto her stomach and leaned forward his tongue protruding from his mouth as he closed the gap between his face and her tightly trimmed little pussy. 

"Yes," Theresa shrieked as Adam's tongue probed her fleshy folds below. She reached underneath her legs and slipped her fingers over her mound and started to spread the lips wide so Adam's tongue could delve deeper inside. At once she was rewarded by the slippery tongue of her current lover pushing itself deep within and wagging inside her. She knew with the surprise of his oral assault she was about to cum hard. 

Theresa bucked and shook with tiny little orgasms as Adam ate her pussy. She received an even bigger surprise when Adam boldly slipped a finger into her pussy and then withdrew it and rubbed her tight asshole slowly slipping the first of his finger into her ass. 

Their moaning was starting to draw attention as the other patrons of the party slipped in and looked to see who was this quarter's fuckbuddy for the temptress of the office. A few men joked teasingly about how this was probably Adam's first time and other things of that nature. Finally a small group of the secretaries settled down on the next mattress to watch and engage in their own little fun. 

Adam looked over Theresa's back and saw one of the secretaries as she lifted her friends skirt and dove face first into the woman's pussy. This only furthered his desires and he leaned up and over the boss and stuffed his rigid member inside her with one rough thrust. 

Theresa was more than ready by the time Adam plunged into her hungry womb and now she was quivering as he cock pulsed inside her. He still was working a finger in and out of her tiny asshole and she secretly hoped he would use her like a cheap slut for the remainder of the evening. 

Adam hadn't been prepared for this at all and at once he let forth a torrent of cum deep inside her womb. "Yes, fill me with your cum Adam," Theresa screamed as he continued to pound her pussy. 

Adam could see the secretaries break from their tryst and one of them swooped in and upon his withdrawal from Theresa's pussy the girls mouth was covering the boss lady's pussy and he watched her pink tongue slide inside. At once another girl had her lips wrapped around Adam keeping him hard. 

Adam emerged a few hours later sated and content. He would never dread another office party again. His confidence level had jumped from barely being able to be in the same room with a woman now to a higher plateau. He felt like a God and the women would attest to his virile manliness should they ever be asked. Now if Adam could just find a ride home.