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The Game Ch. 01

By: Sara and Ron



The Game--Chapter 1 Beginnings

My name is Sara, and I have decided to write a story about a game my boyfriend and I love to play. It’s a long story that is still a work in progress, and it is without a doubt the most intense sexual experience of my life. This is the story of how it all began. 

It started when I was 29. The Game, or at least that is what my boyfriend, Ron, and I came to call it. The Game started out innocently and rapidly grew to the center of our sexual life. I can feel the arousal building in me as I contemplate writing this story. Mmmm “The Game.” Just thinking the words are enough to make my nipples tingle. 

As I said, it started when I was 29 and working in Chicago at an advertising agency. Chicago is a great city; I had many friends; and I was on top of the world. I was a single, 29 year old, attractive young woman living in one of the most exciting cities in the world. 

For those of you interested in my physical characteristics, I am blond with shoulder length hair, and measure 34b-23-34. I have been told I have an athletic build.  I have baby blue eyes and look young for my age. 

The Game started shortly after I met Ron. We invented The Game as part of our sexual relationship. Ron is an amazing person and really amazing in the bedroom. He has blond hair also, stands 6’ tall and weighs about 200 pounds. We met at a party and both were having just an OK time until we started talking at the bar and hit it off. We ended up going to breakfast at 4AM in some dive in Lincoln Park area and he finally walked me home around 6AM. When I awoke around 1 the next afternoon, he had already left me a voicemail and we ended up going to dinner and dating ever since. 

We had sex for the first time a few days later. It was very hot in the “I am still trying to get to know you” way but also very sensual. Over time we found the things we liked to do to please each other, but Ron was somewhat shy about talking about sex. I suspected that he was very intense and had some pent up fantasies beneath the surface, but he was a little hung up about talking about them. I often tried different approaches with him in bed and I began to fantasize about extracting his fantasies from him and making them come true. 

Almost without fail he would moan more deeply if I touched him in a way he liked, but he would never verbalize his feelings.  I talked to him about this a few times, but he always told me that he loved our sex life and everything I did was great. While this is flattering and I believe he did enjoy my body, everyone fantasizes about things that they have not yet done. I even told him one of my fantasies was to be tied up and blindfolded while he fucked me. He was very turned on by this and made that fantasy come true for me the next Friday night. 

I remember how after work that Friday he took me to the bathroom and told me to shower and be squeaky clean because he had a surprise for me. I smiled thinking I was about to have a romantic dinner and headed to the bath.  Thirty minutes later I emerged to a candle filled bedroom. Ron was on the bed naked and hard. His cock was absolutely throbbing to its full length of about 8 inches. 

I smiled at him and he came to me. He kissed me gently on the mouth and then on the cheeks. I breathed deeply and felt the days stress melt away knowing I was about to be worshiped like a Goddess. He moved behind me and kissed the back of my neck. His hands moved over my hips and across my stomach. My nipples hardened at the feel of his soft lips and strong hands on my body. He touched my nipples and I swear I almost came right there. 

I leaned back against him. I could feel his hardness against me.  I reached back to stroke him. I needed to feel his thick hard cock in my hand. I wanted to rub it, taste it, fuck it. His hands rose further and I noticed that he had a piece of material in his hands. Slowly I recognized it as he brought it over my eyes. A blindfold. 

Bells and Whistles were ringing in my head as he deprived me of my sense of sight. My nipples ached with hardness as my pussy dripped in anticipation. He whispered in my ear: “Not a word my love, just enjoy.”

He guided me toward the bed slowly, never stopping kissing my neck. His hands caressed me as we moved. 

He lay me slowly on my back in the center of the bed. I feel him take my left hand and kiss it on the palm as he pulls it away from my body and above my head. I feel more material wrap around my wrists and realize the full extent to which my fantasy is happening. I tingle in anticipation and maybe even a shiver of fear that is quickly melted together in sexual tension and excitement. 

He then bound my left ankle, ever so slowly restraining me to my bed. Then came my right arm and leg.  He kissed me on the mouth and then stood to admire his work. I imagined what he must be seeing. Me on the bed, naked, tied and spread for him. I shivered at my own loss of control knowing that he could do anything he desired and trusting him to do only what I desired. 

My pussy was soaked, my body tingling from top to bottom. He licked my nipples. God how I love that feeling. My pussy was on fire but yet he did not touch me there. I could feel his heat as well as my own and knew that his cock must be straining to fuck me.  Then his mouth touched my clit. 

Oh God I think I am cumming already. He licks me there again, deeper, invading my hot wet pussy with his soft wet tongue.  I grind my hips into his face as best as my restraints allow and moan deeply with desire.  

He is kneeling between my legs with his mouth on my sex; fucking me with this tongue. In and out. Up and Down my clit. I feel the familiar signs of orgasm approaching but Jesus they are so intense that I feel like I will explode.  I am riding the wave higher and higher as he licks me.  Until. Until. Almost. But then nothing. He stops leaving me at the crest. I moan in frustration wanting him to push me over the top. Grinding my hips against nothing; not caring how wanton I must appear. 

He slides forward until the tip of his cock touches my clit. He lay his cock lengthwise against my slit so that his tip is teasing my clit as I grind. I feel myself lubricating him. That hard cock. I want it in me so bad I am begging him to fuck me before I realize I am even speaking. 

I hear myself, “Fuck me baby. God fuck my pussy.” I have never talked in bed like this before and I find it intensely arousing to be so out of control with desire that I am willing to beg to be fucked like a slut. And in this moment I am truly a slut. I would do ANYTHING to cum right in this moment. 

And then he shifts and his cock is inside me. Deeply filling me. I scream with pleasure and cum against him. My pussy squeezing his cock so deep inside me. I strain at my restraints as he slams himself inside me. I only want more. I cum again as I feel him grunting and exploding inside me. I can feel his spasms as his semen is being pumped deep in my pussy. I love that feeling and try to hang onto it as I ride the wave of my orgasm. 

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I lay still holding Ron inside of me, desperately clinging to that incredible post orgasmic feeling that ebbed through my body. I was hot, sweaty and filled with cum. I continued to slowly grind my hot pussy against his body feeling him slowly melting inside of me. What a fuck. Jesus I had never cum that hard before. I drifted to sleep holding onto that feeling.

When I awoke a few hours later, I smiled at myself recalling the incredible feeling of being totally fucked to fulfillment. I recalled my fantasy and surprisingly was feeling aroused again. Ron was asleep next to me and I was beginning to feel like a shower to wash away the cum that coated my thighs matted my pussy hair. 

I slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom. I closed the door quietly and turned on the light. I was a mess from my night. My nipples were a bit raw from the licking and biting they received and from the waist down I looked like a human glazed donut. I smiled at the wickedness of that thought and ran my hands across my sex feeling the wet sex still running out of me. On a whim I licked my hand and tasted the sweet tangy mixture of myself and Ron. “God I am a slut,” I thought and then giggled to myself. 

I could not believe how hard I came and how wonderful it was. As I stepped into the steamy shower I vowed to find out what Ron’s fantasies were and to make them all come true. 

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The next day was Saturday and I spent most of the day at Ron’s. I told him I would make him dinner for being such a good fuck the night before. He had to work half the day so I spent the late morning and early afternoon alone at his house. It was a lazy day with nothing on TV so I spent a lot of time wondering what his fantasies were and how to get him to share them with me. I was actually getting aroused by the challenge of extracting his secrets from him.  I smiled wickedly to myself and decided to look for clues.

I found myself in his bedroom looking at various things on his dresser wondering where clues to his secrets might be. I felt like a voyeur and knew what I was doing was somewhat wrong albeit well intentioned. The feeling made me feel sexy. To add to the excitement of doing something I shouldn’t I stripped naked in his bedroom wondering what he would think if he walked in right now.  

“Where do boys keep their secrets,” I wondered to myself and began snooping by opening the first dresser drawer. I found nothing but socks and underwear and felt a pang of disappointment. I moved quickly through the rest of the drawers not finding anything interesting and being extremely careful not to disturb the myriad of sweaters and slacks that I found. 

Feeling the challenge now I took a deep breath and wondered how disappointed I would be if I didn’t find anything. As I stood surveying the rest of the room I noticed that my nipples were rock hard and my imagination was running wild. Was Ron really the guy he said he was? Did he have no dark sexual fantasies or was he just too shy to share them with me? I was excited by the not knowing and imagining that I would find some fantasy that was only mine to know. Or perhaps I would find that he was really just not into anything kinky.

I moved to the closet. There was a window there and I could see the street below with two guys working without T-shirts. I wondered if they could see me if they happened to look up at the window. I moved closer to the glass, mentally wanting them to see me in all my naked glory. I would probably masturbate right there if they looked. 

God what am I thinking. I am so fucking horny. How did this happen?

I stepped back from the window losing my nerve but not my arousal. How could I even think seriously about masturbating for strangers on the street. Jesus. I looked around the walk in closet. Nothing but hanging clothes and a few shoe boxes. I opened the first shoe box and found dress shoes. I laughed at how ridiculous I was being expecting to find sexual secrets in a shoe box. I slid the box back on the shelf where it came from, but it would not go all the way back to the wall. I stood on my tiptoes to find the obstruction and saw another shoe box. This one was different and looked worn with a piece of tape holding it shut.

My pulse quickened as I lowered it from the shelf. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation as I carefully peeled back the tape to open the lid. I breathed in sharply as the contents of the box were revealed. There were several blank DVD’s inside and bells and whistles were going off in my head. My pussy was instantly drenched. 

I thought, “This is ridiculous; its probably home movies of his nephew or something,” but deep down I knew noone kept home videos hidden in a closet. I took out the first one and raced to the computer set up in his den. I settled into his chair and inserted the DVD. I was still naked and hot as the title screen came up. 

The name of the movie was, “Cum Coated Sluts.” I quickly clicked play and was treated to images of well built women being fucked silly by a group of guys. I watched in awe as a blond woman took on 8 guys. They fucked her every way imaginable and in every orifice of her body. Her pussy was swollen and her ass spread wide. She was screaming in orgasm. At the end of the scene all eight guys came on the woman’s face as she masturbated. 

I quickly inserted the second DVD and found more of the same. These were mostly gang bang scenes although there were some girl-girl scenes as there always is in porno. Without fail on every DVD was a theme of a woman getting cum all over her face. 

I was surprised to say the least. Ron had never ever tried anything like that with me before. I have given him head of course, but mostly as foreplay and the few times he did cum, it was always deep in my mouth. I smiled to myself at the new found knowledge and the feeling of sexual power it gave me. 

I immediately began to formulate a plan to surprise and please him. It was going to be a hell of a night.

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Ron came home right on schedule and my dinner was almost done. I had showered and dressed again and safely returned his porn stash to its rightful place. He kissed me as he moved through the kitchen, and he must have sensed something because he asked, “Why are you smiling so big?”.

I replied, “Just happy to see you. I have special night planned so I hope you are ready to relax with me.” My eyes twinkled with anticipation and he kissed me again and headed to take a shower. 

I finished dinner and we enjoyed each other’s company over veal and pasta and a few glasses of wine. I made sure his were filled a little more than mine to relax him further and lower his inhibitions while allowing me to keep my senses sharp. I was so high on sexual energy that I didn’t want any moment of the evening to come to be hazy with alcohol. 

After dinner I took him to the couch and snuggled next to him. He put an arm around me and said, “So is tonight a blockbuster night.”

“Well I was hoping for something racier than what blockbuster rents,” I purred back to him. 

He grinned at me and said, “Well I am game. What did you have in mind?”. 

“Well you treated me so well last night, I thought I would return the favor. Tell me what you want.” I said fishing to see if he would tell me about his fantasy.

“Hmm well why don’t we get naked and see what happens,” he said grinning. I stood up and slowly peeled off my clothes letting him watch but not touch me as I stripped. My nipples were immediately hard and my thong underwear were already soaked. 

As I finished I had him stand up and I began to undress him. I kissed his cheeks and neck as I pulled off his t-shirt, and then teased his nipples with my tongue. He obviously enjoyed this from the sudden intake of breath as I licked his chest. I slid my hand down into his shorts that he was wearing. “Hmm no underwear,” I thought as my hand found his cock already straining for release. I had him naked a minute later and held his hard 8 inch cock in my hand gently stroking it.  He reached for my wet pussy and it took all my willpower to push him away. I smiled coyly and said, “Tonight is only for you babe. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want to have sex with you, of course,” he replied.

I smiled and said, “Not yet,” and pushed him back onto the couch in a sitting position.

His cock stood straight up and he looked both horny and confused until I dropped to my knees before him. He smiled and massaged my head with his hands as I took him deep into my mouth. He moaned as I took him as deep inside my mouth as I could while massaging his balls with my fingertips. 

I slowly removed my mouth, still stroking him with my left hand while my right massaged his balls, “Tell me does this turn you on?”

“God yes Sara this is intense. Don’t stop,” he replied.

“What would make it better baby?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he gasped. 

“We’ll see,” I said as I lowered my mouth to his balls as I continued to stroke him.

“Oh my God baby. Yes that is so hot,.” he moaned.

I licked lower until my tongue was below his balls gently rubbing his prostate from the perineum. He moaned harder as I stroked. 

I licked back up the shaft and used my left hand to continue to massage his balls and taint. I could tell he was close as I stroked him a bit slower now. 

“Mmm baby how is that. Is this what you want?” I asked teasingly.

“God yes, but you better stop,” he said stutteringly.

“Why baby?” I asked.

“Jesus Sara if you don’t stop its going to get messy,” he replied.

“I bet you like it messy. Don’t you?” I teased.

He was biting his bottom lip trying not to cum as I stroked him. He did not answer me not trusting himself to speak.

“Tell me baby. Say it. Say what you want. It’s ok,” I coaxed.

Then he broke. I could see it in his face before he spoke, but then a second later he blurted out in short panting syllables, “I uh want to uh cum all over your face.”

He would have been embarrassed by these words if he was not so aroused. I did not let him suffer, but stroked him harder and said in my sluttiest voice, “Do it baby! Cum all over my face. Cum on my tits. Do it. Cum all over me.”

He exploded like I have never seen or even heard of a man exploding before. The first spray hit me between the eyes, followed quickly by a second and a third that coated my mouth and nose. He came so copiously that I felt like my whole face was covered in hot cum. 

I let go of his cock reflexively from the sheer surprise of the amount of cum he was spraying me with. He moaned as he grabbed his own cock and pumped it up and down. He stood above me and continued to cum. I gathered my wits and turned my face up to take everything he had to offer, not wanting to leave any of his fantasy unfulfilled. I opened my mouth and he spurted more into it. I could feel my tongue being coated with white hot cum. I had to close my eyes but spurt after spurt continued to hit me. 

After what seemed an eternity and a pint of cum later the spurts slowly stopped. I opened my eyes tentatively and used my fingers to clear the cum from my sockets. I looked up and saw Ron standing there with his cock in his hand looking down at me. His cock still oozing semen onto my chin as he slowly finished stroking.

I have never seen a man look more vulnerable than he did right then. I could see the fear that he may have somehow offended me on his face. The fear that his “fetish” was out of the closet. 

I smiled at him and said, “Jesus that was hot.” 

Immediately the fear melted from his face, and we both broke into a fit of giggles. He helped me to my feet and hugged me to him. He walked with me to the bathroom, now both of us a bit stickly.

I looked at myself in the mirror and could not believe how much he came. My entire face was coated with his cum. I looked more covered than the woman in the video that took eight guys on her face. 

“Damn you can cum baby,” was all I said and we again both broke into giggles.  We stepped into the shower together and then he took me to bed. That night we made a promise to each other to share all of our deepest fantasies and to try to make them come true for each other as long as the other person was ok with it. 

I confessed about my afternoon snooping session and told him how hot it made me. It was my turn to feel vulnerable wondering if he would be mad. He hugged me closely and told me he wanted to share all of his fantasies with me and wanted to make all of mine come true. It was at that moment that I knew that I loved him, and that he loved me. 

I kissed him and took his cock in my hand and said, “Maybe we could make a game of it.” 

“How,” he asked.

“Well, how about on the first of every month one of us gives the other an envelope with a fantasy in it and then the other person has 30 days to make it come true. You get the odd months and I get the even months. That way 12 times a year we get to fulfill a fantasy.”


The Game Ch. 01



Readers- this is my first attempt at a fictional story, my others were totally true. This one is based on the truth; I think you can tell where the truth stops and the fantasy begins. Rach is a real person (her name is changed of course) I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did in playing it out in the gaming chat.

It all started innocently enough; after all it was just a backgammon game on one of the popular game sites on the internet. They had been introduced by a mutual friend who was playing them both. Bob and Ann had told Randy that he should contact Rach on the game site and invite her to play with him; they said she was fun to play and liked to chat. Randy was unattached at the moment and was looking for something to help fill the winter evenings. There was not much to do in the big old house since his wife and step daughters had left 6 weeks ago. They started playing and becoming somewhat acquainted and chatting a couple of lines with each move on the board. 

Soon though the chat became more intimate and by about their third game they were making an erotic game of their own by telling each other what they would do to the other and much like phone sex this escalated to full scale XXX erotic chat even though they still didn't know each others identity, only their screen names. It was still all harmless fun, after all he was in the Deep South and she was all the way up on the north Atlantic seaboard. Soon phone conversations began between them and Randy learned that her first name was Rachel. Randy entered her phone number into a search engine on the web and soon learned her full name and address and began to develop a plan. This brings us to the events unfolding between them at the present time.

Rachel had just gotten home from work this Friday evening and was sitting down at her computer for a few minutes before starting dinner for her family, she was wondering where Randy was, she hadn't seen him online in the last couple of days, that wasn't like him, he was online every afternoon for a couple of hours talking to her and getting her all worked up and making her panties wet with her secretions, she looked forward to their conversations every day and she missed him telling her what he would do to her if they were together. Many times while they were typing back and forth she would reach into her panties and work herself to a wonderful climax while imagining her long distance lover being there with her. She would never cheat on her husband but the erotic fantasies they were weaving were captivating and she needed that release daily now. Suddenly she was startled back to reality by the ringing of the phone.

Picking it up she heard the familiar sound of Randy's voice on the other end, this disturbed her somewhat because he had promised never call her, she always called him so that they could have their conversations when her family was not around. As soon as she answered the phone he told her to make some excuse that she had to do something and would be gone all weekend and meet him at the Holiday Inn in the next town South of her, he was in room 416 and he promptly hung up on her, not giving her any time to tell him that she could not do that. Well he was going to be surprised because she had never cheated on her husband except in her mind and wasn't going to start now. 

She promptly got up and started dinner for her family who would all be home in about an hour. As she made dinner she couldn't stop thinking about her online lover being only 25 miles down the road and was wondering if he would be as good in real life as he was online. He had brought her to many orgasms just from his words on the screen. As she thought more about it she became aware of the dampness between her legs, it was more than dampness, she was soaking wet and was becoming aware that she was going to make some excuse to meet him for a few minutes, after all a few minutes couldn't hurt anything, she just wanted to meet him face to face and maybe have a drink, she didn't know what brought him up here, but was secretly glad that they would at least have a few minutes to get acquainted a little more. 

Promptly at 4 pm her son came through the door from school, she quickly told him to tell his dad that there was an emergency at an office of her company down coast and she had to leave as she was the only one close enough with the expertise to handle this situation and may have to be gone most of the weekend, she grabbed her overnight bag and dashed to her car outside. Why, she thought, did she tell him that and when did she pack the bag, she didn't remember doing that, must have done it while in the daze brought on by knowing Randy was just down the road waiting for her. She had been in a daze for the last hour thinking about that first forbidden kiss, and that first touch, wondering if his touch would be as electric as he had described in the fantasy they had been weaving.

Half an hour later she was trembling as she knocked on the door of room 416, her knees were so weak she didn't think she could stand long enough for him to come to the door. When he opened the door she almost fainted, there he was in the flesh. There was nothing extraordinary about him, he was no Adonis, he was just as he described himself, about 5-10 and looked to be about 200 pounds, he carried a little extra weight around his middle but not too much, his hair was thinning and had just a hint of gray in it and he looked to be in his late 50's as he had said. So far, no surprises, just an average guy, then why was her heart beating so hard she thought it might jump right out of her chest, she was sure he could hear it.

As he anticipated her arrival, he was sure that she would come, in more ways than one tonight, he thought about her. Rachel had described herself to him as 5-6 and weighing 137 with dark hair and about 20 years his junior. He had only seen pictures of her that were taken just out of high school and the latest one taken about ten years ago. Ten years can do a lot of damage to a woman and he wondered just how big she really is right now, claiming to not have any recent pics just did not seem right to him, she was probably hiding something, well he would find out soon enough. Despite his thoughts about her looks his cock was straining at the seams of his trousers in anticipation of meeting this fantasy lover for the first time. He had taken a week off work to meet her, he started planning this as soon as he found her address, far from being a predator he was only trying to live out a fantasy they both had. Then he heard the knock on the door, when he opened it he was stunned, she was gorgeous, she was as slim as she said and those tits, they were to die for, she hadn't exaggerated when she said they were DD, they looked really huge on her trim frame, he couldn't wait to get them loose and get lost in her cleavage.

Rachel dropped her bag and in two steps was in his open arms, pressing herself tightly against him, as the closed behind her she could feel his erection throbbing at her lower abdomen, and he was ready for her. Randy relished the feel of her melon sized breasts pressed against his chest as he felt the heat from her crotch against him even through their clothes. As their open mouths found each other their tongues dueling with each other, they ground their crotches together and began tearing the clothes off each other. So much did they want each other that they were now naked on the bed and hadn't even spoken a word yet. Their mouths were too busy to talk; besides there had been about 4 months of foreplay and now they were ready for each other. They both knew that this would be a pure animal fuck, there would be time for lovemaking later but first get their blinding lust out of the way.

He looked at her dripping pussy, no it was more than that it looked like a steady stream of her lubricating juices flowing out of her steaming orifice, she was ready for him. He was ready for her too; his cock was rock solid and jutting straight out from his body. He aimed it for her fuck hole and slammed it home in one quick motion, neither of them wanting or needing any preliminaries for this first fuck. He was glad that he had jerked himself off thinking about her earlier or he would have surely squirted his sperm as soon as he penetrated her open slit. Her cunt was so smooth and so wet and so much tighter than he had ever imagined, he could feel the heat emanating from it while he was still inches away. He was pulling back so that the engorged head of his cock was almost out of her and them slamming it back home and regaling at the sight of her monstrous breasts thrashing wildly about her chest. She was a lovely creature, one of the most beautiful women he had ever known and she was all his for the weekend. 

Rachel looked at his hard cock as she was being thrown on the bed, before she could say anything his mouth covered hers again and she felt his tongue probing deep into her mouth searching out her own. She couldn't wait for him to use that tongue on her pussy as he had so often described to her but for now all she wanted was his hard cock to try to quench the fire that had been raging inside her for the last hour. This fire had been smoldering for the last two months but now had raged into an inferno and had to be quenched before it consumed her. She loved the feeling of him inside her, the way he pulled out until her pussy seemed to be closing as his cock head was almost out of her hot hole then slamming back in with so much force it was driving her over the edge and into her first orgasm within minutes of their meeting.

As soon as she stopped her screams and her head stopped thrashing about on the bed Randy raised up and grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed and turned her over onto her stomach and raised her onto her knees, she was just the right height for him to stand beside the bed and slam his aching cock into her waiting pussy again. As he did this he saw her little puckered rosebud all wet from the juices that had run down over it and he gently worked his thumb into her ass. This threw her into another orgasmic fit and she buried her head in the tussled bedcovers to muffle her screams. "Take my ass, fuck my asshole hard" were the first words out of her mouth since coming into the room. Randy didn't have to be told twice as he pulled his cock from her gushing cunt and plowed it into her ready and waiting brownie. As soon as her sphincter opened around his cock head she started thrashing and humping back against him as hard as she could "oh yes, I'm cumming again, I am cumming so hard ohhhhhhhh" at hearing this from her Randy dumped his load deep within her bowels. Finally sated for the moment Randy slowly pulled his deflated member from her and they both collapsed on the bed. "Hi, my name is Randy and I sure hope you are Rachel", they both laughed at that, realizing that they had been so engrossed in getting that first fuck they had dreamed of for so long that they hadn't even spoke to each other yet.

More to come



The Game Ch. 01



Michelle cursed at the traffic for the hundredth time. It's April in Illinois. It always rains in April. Why can't people drive in rain? It's not like they've never seen rain before. The local weather station promised a dismal weekend: rain, thunder, cold, and this was the first private weekend she and Mark had had in a long time. No kids, no work, no responsibility. She knew there was something special planned. Her cousin was sitting for the weekend and she'd been following a series of cryptic instructions for 2 days. As she pulled into the driveway, her cellphone played her favorite song. 

"Greetings, Sir" she answered.

"Hi. Where are you right now?", Mark asked.

"I just pulled into the driveway."

"Good. When we hang up, lay your phone on the passenger seat and leave it there. Get out of the car, lock the door and go into the house. You will handle whatever needs handling, and then pack an overnight bag with everything you need for 1 night. You have 15 minutes to be back inside the car. Do you understand?"

"Uh yeah...but I thought we had the whole weekend?"

"Enough for 1 night. 15 minutes." The digital click ended the call.

"Oooooooo", Michelle squealed and squirmed out of the car. She loved this kind of game. Mark's imagination made for some thrilling surprises. In the short time they'd been married, each new surprise was equal to or better than the last.

The phone stopped ringing before Michelle could answer it. The caller ID showed 2 missed calls. She was 2 minutes late. When the phone rang again, she answered on the first ring. "Greetings, Sir."

"Is everything in the house ok?"

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. Whatever you told the kids is working, cuz they're angels. I guess Sandy promised them a serious party this weekend."

"Did you pack everything you need?"

"Yup...but why only 1 night?

"Did you pack everything you need to prepare yourself?" 

"Ohhh...it's that kinda party, huh?"

"Yes. If You need to buy anything, do so, but be in the parking lot of Fantasuites at 5:55, and not a second later. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir", she said in mock seriousness. The connection ended before she could ask any questions.

Fantasuites, huh? Satin sheets, hot tub, chocolate and rose petals. Romance. Well, it was definitely different. But the cryptic secrecy didn't fit. And the diet? What was that about? 24 hours of clear liquid, then 24 hours of carbs and little or no solids? She felt nice and clean, but why did he want her hungry? Oh wait...she remembered...the last time they hid out, she'd eaten everything on the dessert menu and got sick. Well, she was good and hungry, so whatever the plan, she knew there'd be something good to eat and she'd have plenty of room for it.

At 5:50, Michelle pulled into the parking lot of Fantasuites. From the outside, it looked like any traditional 60's style roadside motel. Inside was another story. Instead of 50 rooms, there were 20 deluxe rooms and suites, each laid out and decorated for romance. From plush carpets and mirrored walls to rain showers and love swings hanging from the ceiling. She drove around until she found a space near where Mark's car was parked, and waited for a call. 5:55....right on time.

"Greetings, Sir." she tried to sound casual, keeping the giggle out of her voice.

"Where are you?"

"Parked 2 spaces down from you. Where are you?"

"Bring your bags to suite 182...it's straight up the path in front of you. On the left." Then silence again.

"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!!!! God, I love that man!!!!" She screamed into the silence of her car. She was nearly breathless when she knocked on the door of suite 182, having practically run up the path. He opened the door immediately.

"Thank you for indulging me, my lady," he said, taking her hand and drawing her into the room. 

"The pleasure is all mine, Sir."

As he closed the door behind her, he kissed her hand. "I trust that your journey was safe."

"Yes, Sir, it was." She loved it when he kissed her hand.

He kissed the crook of her elbow. "And the secrecy wasn't too uncomfortable?"

"I must admit, Sir, I am moist with anticipation.

He pulled her into his arms, reaching up to her hair. He wrapped his fingers in her braids, pulling her head back and kissing her neck. "And you enter into this place of your own free will, my lady?" The bite was painful enough to get her attention, but would not leave a mark.

"Oh yes, Sir. With perfect love and perfect trust." She shuddered, dropping her bags to pull him into a kiss.

"Good," he said, abruptly breaking contact. She almost stumbled as he ducked out of her embrace. "Have a seat and we'll discuss the game. I've got you a snack."

Michelle settled into the love seat and look around the room: an overstuffed chair with ottoman, a king sized bed, a mirrored ceiling with a hook in it, a 2 person jacuzzi, and a glass enclosed steam shower with a bench. Looking around for the bathroom, she spotted the familiar 5 foot long steel keyboard case that Mark kept locked under their bed at home. Nearby was the backpack in which he carried his laptop, and a large paper shopping bag.

"Your refreshment, Milady." Mark said, bowing as he handed her a wine glass and placed a fruit tray on the ottoman in front of her. He was using old world formality. This was gonna be good. She sipped the sparkling cider and picked at the fruit.

"So, Milord", she said leaning back into the cushions. "What's the game?"

"This." he said presenting her with a cardboard box of the type that often holds gold watches, or diamond tennis bracelets.

Knowing him, it wasn't jewelry, so she held no illusions as she opened the box. "We're gonna play doctor?" She held up 2 Tyvek wrist bands; the kind frequently found in hospitals...on patients.

"No," Mark laughed, sitting beside her and taking a sip from her glass. "They're...um...consider them temporary manacles. Only you get to put them on, and only you can take them off."

"Can you say extremely light bondage?" Michelle giggled. "Ok...let's play." She started to expose the adhesive on one of the bands. Marked grabbed her hands.

"Not yet. You need to fully understand the rules."

"Ok." she said, smiling "Tell me the rules."

"The rules to this game are simple but binding, no pun intended." Mark began. "These bands are yours to put on, and they can be easily removed. From the moment you put them on, should you chose to do so, you belong to me." He paused to let her think about that. "Totally and completely to me."

"And this is different how?" she challenged.

"Well, Milady", he chuckled, "while wearing those bands, that tone will get you severely punished. If you feel you can't handle the punishment, and your hands are free, you can remove the bands."

"Oh...I see. So we're talking extreme play and the bands are like a safeword?"

"No, Milady. I mean extreme seriousness. A safeword will pause the game. Removing the bands will end it. No questions asked. No complaints. Just game over."

"So...I put these on, and if I can take it, I keep em on? You know me...I don't give up easily. What do I get if I win?"

"Well, if you win, the weekend lasts until Sunday afternoon....and then I win too. If you lose, the weekend is over, and we both lose."

"So the game is to see how much I can take? Gimme those." Michelle snorted derisively, reaching for the bands.. "You know my limits. This'll be a nice long weekend."

"Please understand, Milady," Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. "If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal...unless you choose to end the game."

Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attached them to her wrists.

Mark took both of her hands in his and kissed her palms. "Very well, Milady. Go and prepare yourself. I'm going to get dinner. You have 30 minutes. Any Questions?"

"Only 1 for now, Sir." she said rising from the couch. "Why did I bring clothes for only 1 night?"

Mark smiled as he reached the door. "Because, you won't need clothes again until the game is over."

...to be continued.



The Game Ch. 01



It had been a week. That was all. He'd been fucking me on a regular basis for just over a year, and it had been finished for a week. Okay, eight days, but who was counting?

I'm not sure if I was coping well or not. I mean, how do you separate these things? I missed his body. His strong legs. His wondrous lips. All right, his big hard cock, okay? I missed the shuddering sweaty orgasms, the three AM seductions, the telephone calls. The panties he purchased and sent me from wherever he went. I missed discovering him in the shower, eyes closed, cock in hand.

I didn't miss the lies, the smell of slut on his body, the devious evasions. I didn't enjoy the wrong numbers. I didn't like the sudden extensions of his business trips, the abrupt excuses, the shameful returns.

What did I have? Memories. An inexplicable need for kitchen sex. Empty nest syndrome between my thighs, and sore fingers. Oh, and panties. Lots of panties.

All of this was stumbling through my tired brain as I left the library. A full backpack weighed down my body, the situation weighed on my mind. I'd worked too late again, and I needed to get home, eat something, and hit the sack. Tomorrow would be another big day.

I normally had the sense to avoid any shortcuts when it was this late, sticking to the well lit streets for peace of mind as much as anything, but this time I just wanted to get there, and strolled carelessly across the park, never even thinking about it.

I was quite a way through before my befuddled mind realised what I'd done, and I wasn't about to turn back from there, so hitching my backpack up properly, I looked around cautiously and continued along the path.

Nothing happened until the lights at the far end of the park were in my sight. I relaxed a little, strolling down the middle of the path, considering my food options, when a flash of movement from the left caught my eye.

Before I was able to attempt a guess as to what was going on, a body, dressed totally in black, with a matching mask covering everything except for eyes and mouth, grabbed hold of the backpack. Unbalanced, I stumbled in the direction I was pulled, off the path, and out of sight from any other pedestrians, in the unlikely event that any passed.

As we disappeared from sight, my assailant suddenly brandished a sizeable knife, and slashed the backpack straps, letting my books and papers fall to the leaf-strewn ground, as they burst through the bag.

All of this happened much too fast for me to say anything, and as I gathered the will to scream, a gloved hand clamped my mouth shut. The other hand, still holding the knife, wrapped around my chest, pressing my breasts hard against my body and making it difficult to breathe.

A mouth hovered near my ear, and spoke quietly, calmly, in a deep voice.

"Don't scream, Heather. Just listen. First, I need to talk to you. I'd rather you could respond, so I want to take my hand off your mouth. You need to agree to keep your voice down. I need to know if you understand me, and are willing to do as I say. Nod for yes, shake your head for no... I can't tell what that means Heather. Calm down. That's a yes? Okay. Just stay there. No, don't look at me, either."

I had nodded, feeling strangely calm now, and the hand was removed, though the voice stayed near my ear.

"Okay, Heather, I have no intention of hurting you. It's not like that at all. I need to find out if I've guessed something correctly though."

"Okay, okay. I'll be good. What do you want?"

The deep, quiet voice continued. "'good' isn't really what I'm after, Heather. But I need to know, first of all. Need to check. I've accosted you, dragged you into the bushes, cut your backpack. Are you scared?"

"Shit, of course I'm scared!"

"That's good. But I think, as well as being scared, you're just a little excited."

"Excited? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Yeah. You like the adventure."

"I do not!"

"No?"

"No. Of course not. How dare you?"

"You're not a little bit... intrigued?"

"I... No! Fuck! I want to know who you are. How do you know my name?"

"All in good time. You are excited."

"I'm terrified, you lunatic."

"Your life is not in danger, Heather."

"It's easy for you to say that. You have the knife."

"You don't want the knife, Heather. You might hurt someone."

"Yeah, you."

"Maybe. Can we get back to the question?"

"Fire ahead. You're obviously in charge."

"I am. Here we go. Think before you answer. I want to know, Heather, if you want to play a game."

"A game? What, fucking tiddlywinks?"

"I'm not divulging the nature of the game."

"No?"

"Not at all."

"A game out here, in the woods?"

"It would take longer than this."

"And you won't tell me?"

"No."

"Well then, no! Of course not!"

"Think carefully. I know you better than this. You will regret it if you say no."

"How do I know you won't hurt me?"

"I won't. Whichever choice you make."

"Why would I say yes?"

"You want some excitement in your life. Something to fill the void left by Ray."

"How the fuck do you know about that?"

"It's just one thing. There are others."

"You already know, don't you?"

"Know what?"

"What my answer will be."

A deep chuckle, and then "I would be foolish to go this far without some confidence."

"Then you know I will."

"You will?"

I whispered then, ashamed of myself. "Yes."

"What did you say, Heather?"

"You fucking heard me!"

"Good. I was confident. I was not certain."

"I'm pleased to have distressed you so much."

"You want to know how the rules work, Heather?"

"Yes. Yes, of course."

"I will meet with you from time to time, and give you instructions. You will follow them. Understand?"

"I'm scared, but I'm not feeble. Of course I understand."

"Then listen. Tomorrow, you will go about your business as usual. Tell no one of this meeting, of the game, or of what happened to your belongings."

"That sounds... a little ludicrous. You don't want me to do anything?"

"Yes, one thing. Wear the denim skirt."

"Do I know you?"

"Not nearly as well as you think."

"But the skirt..."

"Is short. Yes, I know."

"I never wear that in public."

"You do now, Heather."

"I... all right. Denim skirt."

"Choose a nice top."

"Nice?"

"You have good taste Heather. Work it out."

"Yeah, okay. Skirt, nice top."

"Good. There's just one more thing."

"Oh, yes?"

"Yes. Heather, I can't take the chance you will follow me, and I need to make sure you realise, now you've agreed, that I intend to keep you to your promises."

"So now you are going to kill me after all? Stunning piece of negotiation on my part, I must say."

"No, Heather. I won't hurt you. Of course, if you don't hold still, you just might hurt you."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you feel this pressure against your stomach?"

"Pressure? Oh, yes. My God, is that the knife?"

"I'm going to remove my other arm from your chest. Don't move, Heather."

"I'm not going any place."

"Good. Now look straight ahead. Not down."

"Okay. Look, do you have a name, or something?"

"A name? Don't look down, Heather."

"Yes. I need to call you something."

"You do not. But if you feel you do, how about... Birch."

"Birch?"

"Like the tree in front of you."

"Oh. Weird. All right. Birch."

"Okay, now hold still, Heather. You feel the metal now, on your skin?"

"Oh, God, yes! Fuck, what are you doing?"

"Relax. The sharp edge is facing outwards. It's the point that you need to be concerned with."

"Relax? You have a major kitchen implement poised just above my jeans, and you want me to relax?"

"Just don't move. I'm going to slide this knife down. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"No?"

"No." 

I could feel the tip of the knife slide down my skin, down past the waistband of my jeans, slowly slithering down between my skin and my panties. The blade slid down over my pubic hair, and I could picture some of the hairs being snipped on the way past. The knife followed the line of my skin, and eventually I could feel the edge of it slide down past my clitoris, slightly to one side, and then the cool steel slid down my labia.

It's ludicrous I know, but right then I thought of Ray, of how he provided for this moment, sending me all these panties. It must have been the stress.

The pressure of the blade between my skin and jeans was eventually too much, and the sharp blade sliced down the front of my pants and panties, as I stood motionless, much too scared to move. I wasn't just scared though. I was wet. Excited wet. Horny wet. That cold steel was almost more than I could stand, sliding down my damp skin, touching me so intimately. It's like art. I don't understand it, but I know what I like, and as terrified as I was, I sure liked this.

Suddenly, the clothing had parted enough for gravity to assist, and my ruined jeans fell to my knees, followed quickly by the much lighter cotton panties.

The knife fell away from my body, and I dared to breathe. The mouth moved closer, and quickly kissed my neck. Before I could collect my wits, the dark body – I mean Birch – and the knife were gone, running away through the woods.

I was tempted to follow, but as soon as I took a step, I realised I had enough problems of my own. I pulled my trousers up as best I could. It was rather pointless really, as I had to drop them again to crouch and collect my books. 

With my broken backpack in one hand, barely able to contain the books now, and the other holding up my pants, I stumbled home, looking behind myself frequently, half expecting someone to creep up behind me. I was terrified, and just wanted to get inside. At the same time, I didn't want to meet anyone and have to explain.

I fumbled at the door for my keys, eventually dropping my pants yet again in the process, and hoped none of the neighbours were watching. I got the door open, and fell through it, dropped the bag, and the trousers.

I flicked the light on, and called out, but as I expected, no one was there. That was when I surprised myself.

Standing numbly, but knowing exactly what I was doing, I pushed each of my shoes off with the other foot, and kicked them away, before pulling my legs back up, and letting my jeans and ruined panties fall to the floor.

Wearing only a shirt and a bra, I dropped to my knees in the entranceway. I spread my knees on the hardwood floor, and reached down between my sopping thighs with both hands.

Fingers flew all over my skin as I stroked myself desperately, wet and aroused beyond belief, dripping on the wood, pushing fingers deep inside myself, removing a hand from my crotch to clutch a breast as best I could through my bra, crushing the nipple painfully as I strummed my clitoris to a quick but incredibly intense orgasm.

My body shook as I knelt, motionless for just a moment, feeling the muscle tension flow through me, feeling my whole body join in the frenetic party centred between my legs. My legs tried to clamp shut, but the weight of my body was keeping my knees apart, so my most delicate parts just continued to drip shamelessly on the floor while my pelvic muscles contracted over and over again. 

I started again, continuing to stroke and coax my clitoris, running up and down my labia with slippery fingers, having given up on my inaccessible nipples, reaching down to tease my perineum at just the right moment, and collapsing in a second orgasm before I was really sure the first one had finished.

This time I couldn't take it any more, and I fell backwards onto the floor. I lay there for a while, shaking, before realising that I needed to get up in case anyone came home. I stood, but stumbled, unable to walk properly with the muscle spasms in my thighs. 

I grabbed the books again, picked up my torn clothing, and walked, slowly but surely to the bedroom. Dropping everything in a heap, I tried to work out what to do next.

No answer came immediately to hand, and I was suddenly desperately tired, so I showered, cleaned up a little, and fell into bed.

I'd have thought I would have been asleep before my head hit the pillow, but I'd been mulling over everything that happened, while I was in the shower, and I managed to successfully snuggle into the bed, and put an exploratory finger between my again slippery nether lips before falling sound asleep, despite my arousal. 



The Game Ch. 01



Harry had been a dream come true, he had been so gentle, running his hands over her warm skin as it was revealed, as she stood there before him in only her so-called boy cut panties. He had leaned forward to suckle a breast while, at the same time, struggeling to get out of his pants and briefs. It was then that Jo had gotten a look at his rampant cock, an erect, fat, eight inches with a firey purple head.

She had pushed him backwards onto the bed, on his back, the glorious rod pointing straight up. It took her only seconds to strip off her panties and mount him until his cock was fully buried in her hungry cunt.

Jo was sitting comletely upright, held there by Harry's hands cupping her tits, as she slowly rode back and forth, her clit rubbing on his pronounced pubic bone. Her eyes were clenched shut as the ecstasy of her first orgasm built to a crescendo to wash in waves over her. She became motionless, holding her breath in an attempt to intensify and prolong her pleasure.

Now, as she had slowly recovered from her orgasm, Harry had pushed her aside, onto her back, and, pulling her legs apart, buried his face in her quim. There was a slurping sound as he licked and sucked the cum juice she was producing. "Uuuuummmm, woman, you taste so good," she heard him murmur. 

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Josephine Anne van deGroot, had spent the better part of the day at the spa where she had the full treatment, including the wax job. Now the only hair on her body was on her head, the strawberry blonde hair that the day before had been trimmed to a short cut. The hairdresser had referred to it as a flip cut. Jo loved the way it flared out whenever she turned her head, how it bounced as she walked.

Leaving the spa, she drove to the mall where she went quickly to the Victoria's Secrets store. She picked out some new undies, blue, so-called boy-cut panties and a matching demi bra that would only cup the lower part of her breast, leaving her nipples exposed. She was already getting a tingle 'down there' in anticipation for the evening. "I've got to get home," she thought to herself, "so I can take care of that tingle."

It was shortly before five when she finally got back to her spacious apartment. She carried her purchases into the bedroom and threw them onto one side of the king size bed. The 'tingle' was now even stronger and she knew she had to satisfy it or go crazy.

As quickly as she could, Jo undressed and lay nude on the bed beside her new undies. She was concious that her nipples were standing hard on each breast and she paid them homage with quick pinches and pulls before her hands wandered down over her belly to her newly bare pussy. "My god," she thought, "my pussy feels so smooth and sexy." She slipped a middle finger between the bare, plump lips, searching for her love button. It was already pushing its way from its fleshy hood and her body gave an involuntary jerk as her finger made contact.

With the index and middle finger of one hand she slowly massaged the turgid little nub until she could stand no more. Her hips surged upwards as she reached ecstasy, covering her mouth with her free hand to muffle her screams of joy.

Jo held onto her high as long as she could relishing the feeling of satisfaction. Her body slowly relaxed as the high passed and her hips fell back on the bed. She glanced at her bedside clock, it was just a few minutes past six, she had three hours before getting ready to leave. Jo closed her eyes for a short nap.

At eight-thirty, Jo emerged from her shower to prepare for her evening out. She sat down at her vanity and carefully applied her make up, not too much. She turned her head from side to side, surveying the results. Her eyes wandered down to her breasts and she cupped them, lifting them slightly. "Damn," she though, "not bad for a thirty-six year old."

Jo admired her new panties in the mirror. They hugged her hips and were tight enough in the crotch that the cleft of her cunt lips were detectable. As she donned the demi bra she considered for a momen of going without, but, shrugging her shoulders, fastened it in place. She looked and felt sexy.

The low cut blouse she had earlier decided on slipped over her head easily and, again looking at her reflection, was pleased with its fit. The bra was undetectable and her nipples made small tents in the shear fabric. She picked up her skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up over her hips and fastened it at her waist. The hem fell to just above her knees. She had always considered her legs one of her best features and the skirt did not detract from them.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was time to leave. Quickly she stepped into her shoes, the spike heels lifted her another two-and-a-half inches. She had tried higher heels but was unable to wear them. These were just right and the open toes revealed her brightly painted red toe nails.

Twenty minutes later, Jo parked her car in the lot beside 'Tony's Lounge' and walked to the side door that led directly to the bar. Taking a stool at one end of the bar, she ordered her favorite, a White Russian. Tony, himself, was working the bar and she had barely finished the drink when Tony slid another in front of her. "Courtesy of the gentleman at the other end of the bar, Miss."

She glanced at him, a rather distinguished looking man with steel grey hair. She raised her glass as if toasting him and he smiled back at her. In less than a minute he was seated on the stool next to her.

"My name's Harry. I hope I'm not too presumptuous in buying you a drink," he said in a low voice. "Such a pretty lady sitting here by herself, dressed so nicely. I hope you're not waiting for a friend."

"No, no," she replied, "I'm not. I just came in for a drink. My name's Josephine but everyone calls me Jo. Do you live around here?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I have an apartment on the other side of town. I've only been in here once or twice before. It's a nice, quiet place and Tony knows how to make a drink. I see by your rings that you're married. So am I."

"Yes, but he's been away for quite a while on business, won't be home for at least another month."

"That's odd, My wife is also away on business. I hope they're not together," he said jokingly.

She laughed. "So, what do you do with yourself all day."

"Oh, I run a small investment business. Keeps me pretty busy most of the time. What did you do today?"

"Oh, I spent a few hours at the spa and then to the mall for a few things. In fact I'm wearing some of those things right now."

Harry glanced at her chest and said,"Well that is a very attractive blouse."

Jo giggled. "I'm afraid you can't see what I purchased and I couldn't show you here, there's too many people around."

Harry motioned Tony for another round of drinks and when the bartender had left to wait on other customers, he leaned close to Jo and whispered, "I'd truly like to see just what you did buy. Do you suppose you could show me if we were out of here?"

"Only in a very private place," she whispered back to him.

"Well, I suppose I could rent a motel room but that would be such a waste just to see your purchase. Besides, I don't know of any motels around here. I guess I'll never see just what you spent your money on today."

Again Jo giggled. "If it means that much to you, I suppose we could go to my apartment for a few minutes, then come back here. Do you want to do that?"

"By all means," he answered heartily. "Then, as you say, we can come back here."

Jo drove the two of them back to her apartment house. For once she was glad they had done away with the doorman and there was no one to see them rush to the elevator and go to the fourth floor.

Once inside her apartment, with the lights dimmed, she indicated the couch. "You sit there and I'll show you my things." She moved to stand in front of Harry and unbuttoned the waist band of her skirt, letting it fall around her feet. Indicating her new panties, said, "I bought these at Victoria's Secrets. Do you like them.?"

Harry leaned forward and gave out a loud whistle. "They look very nice, but of course there's something nice inside them. What else did you buy?"

Jo lifted the blouse over her head to reveal the demi bra and her near naked breasts.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," Harry breathed aloud as his eyes wandered up and down over the figure before him. When he stood and moved towards her, Jo unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor next to her skirt and blouse. "Do you really want to go back to Tony's," he asked breathlessly as his large hands reached to cover her bare breasts.

At the contact, Jo shivered and whispered, "No, You know what I want, what I need. Come." She kicked the crumpled skirt off her feet and kicked off her shoes to lead the way to the bedroom.

With Harry seated on the edge of the bed, Jo leaned forward, presenting her breasts to his hungry mouth. As he suckled first one, then the other, Harry managed to squirm out of his trousers and briefs. Jo interrupted his suckling long enough to pull his sport shirt up and over his head. 

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Jo was in seventh heaven as Harry licked and sucked her pussy. She grabbed his head with both hands and forced her hips up off the bed. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes. Suck my clit, Harry suck my clit," she sobbed. "Make me cum again."

Harry's lips formed an 'O' around the sensitive bud and his tongue lashed it as he sucked. He hadn't cum yet and his cock was beginning to ache.

Jo's hips were thrusting hard against that devouring mouth. With her legs wrapped around his shoulders, only her head and shoulders were on the bed. "Oh god, oh god," she sobbed over and over, feeling her body rushing towards that ecstatic moment she so desired.

And then, she was there! her eyes clamped tightly shut and her mouth opened in a wordless scream, "OOOUUUUUGGGHHH!!" Jo felt she had lost all control of her body as she thrashed madly. Harry released his mouth from her clit and her thrusting stopped as she held herself as tightly as she could against his face as the waves of pure pleaure ran rampant through her body.

After only minutes she could maintain the peak of her pleasure no longer. Her body fell back onto the bed and she slowly released the leg hold she had maintained through out. She opened her eyes to watch as Harry clmbed between her spread legs and guide his cock towards her cunt. With all the lubrication she had produced he slid in without effort.

"Aaaahh," she heard him sigh as his love dance began; in and out, in and out. She tried to meet his every plunge, humping as best she could, hoping he'd last long enough for her to cum again.

It was not to be. Harry let out an animalistic growl and, pushing as deep as he could, spewed his hot juice into Jo's cunt. She felt each spasm as he continued to cum.

With the last weak spasm, Harry fell limply onto Jo, panting from his exertions. As they lay there, still entwined, she felt his cock slowly shrink and to finally slip out of her warm, moist, nest. She began leaking some of the fruit of their furious fucking and felt some moisture running down her thigh.

After several minutes when his breathing had returned to normal, Harry rolled off Jo and to the side of the bed. He reached into the bedside table drawer to extract a pack. "Cigarette, Sweetheart.?"

"God, yes, love. You know I always want one after we have such good sex. Did you like my purchases, Dear?"

"Yeah, and I love your bare pussy. That was a surprise." He lit two cigarettes, handing one to his wife.

"I wonder if Tony thinks we're nuts with this game we play."



The Game Ch. 01



It all started as a game. A sexy little romp into jealousy and voyeurism. We, my sexy little, post-teen girlfriend and I, would go out occasionally. A few drinks and an eyeful of passersby, and we would talk and point out our tastes to one another. She pointing out the standouts in the female population and an occasional eye-catcher in the men's, I pointing out my taste in women and clothing and, either agreeing or questioning her taste in men.

After a time we started daring one another to get up and approach the one's we really liked. A long talk, and a few too many drinks and we would even attempt it, the thrill of visual contact and a game of roulette. Still, it was difficult to draw a line and not be nervous under such scrutiny. At least for me, I might have a pleasant 5-minute conversation, even collect a number, but nothing more than that. While she, with a false confidence, would approach other women or even men and talk for what seemed ages, leaving me to myself, yet alone in my approachability, being so wrapped in watching her.

At evening's end, with a shower to wash away any guilt or lingering doubt we would make mad, passionate love and fall asleep exhausted. For a time, this was the routine, though I usually strayed little and simply observed her as she built up steam, getting more self-confident with each interlude and more daring each time. Even kissing them goodnight and once, checking his package in a sly, but obvious move. We argued on the way home, but very little once we made it inside and started to strip down.

I must admit that it thrilled me as much as it upset me. And, when she asked me if we could go again, I agreed knowing that I was lost. In private our sex talk became even more detailed and our dares all the more exciting and exotic, until it came to a head at a local club, where, upon entry, she left my side and did not return until closing, playing single and ignoring me the entire evening. For a while I was sore, confused, and hurt, but with a whisper she convinced me that my worries were silly and that I had nothing to fear from her mingling.

As time progressed, we would makeup stories of infidelity and intrigue to entice one another until we could stand it no more, and then we would rip off each other's clothes and have explosive sex wherever we ended up. The bed, the floor, the couch, the shower, and even in her car on the way home.

Funny how things start, one night we drove to the local college pub and, after a few drinks, she spots an interesting male across the room. I dare her to take him on, see if she can entice him to leave his friends and go for a drive, maybe park at a pre-arranged spot if she felt comfortable. What started as a casual conversation, slowly progressed to an odd kiss and, eventually, she leaning against him with one hand behind her back and his on her stomach.

When she moved to go replenish her drink and evacuate herself, I met her and asked a few subtle questions, then made a pass of his table, his pleasure was more than obvious, his excitement barely restrained by his tight fitting jeans. And, being large in stature, impressive, if not intimidating, in his stiffness. I was quite unsettled, so I sat closer to see better and to catch bits of the conversation, though theirs was mostly whispered from then on.

Standing a good bit taller than me, he made her look tiny in his lap. Her devious smile telling many tales with just a glance and smirk in my direction. Until chance brought me in contact with her late that evening and, feeling foolish, I dared her to take a drive with him and park in our arranged spot. She agreed quickly and was out the door in a flash with him in tow. I waited a little, then followed to make sure nothing got out of hand, literally.

I found them easily enough, parked in a dead-end that was surrounded by trees and lower than the surrounding ridge, giving me a good vantage, from above, through her window. 

It was chilly, but not too bad, only fogging the windows slightly as they kissed and fondled one another in the moon's glow. 

How excited I was to feel so jealous, to want to stop them, yet eager to see them continue. Soon enough the petting turned to the back seat, where I, with a creeping adjustment to my position, could actually see them more clearly. Sure enough, after a bit of jeans rubbing, his pants are unbuttoned and her slender, soft hand disappeared down the front of his pants. I can see a smile on her lips as their tongues danced madly and they smothered each other in kisses. Then she dipped into his jeans and pulled out his entire package. Needless to say, we were both surprised by the result. His erection was impressive, even at a distance I could see that this was no ordinary man. He was huge, thick and rock hard.

I cannot describe the gut-wrenching feeling I got in the pit of my stomach. How far my testicles receded into my body. It was painful, exciting, bordering on orgasmic. I slowly moved forward to stop them, but I was fascinated, spell-bound. I simply watched, limp and aching as she dropped her head to his lap and began to swallow him, her rhythmic dipping and bobbing telling me as much as his expression of pleasure. Like a starving child she suckled his manhood ravenously, fast and furious in her way. Though it seemed like an eternity for me, in actuality he writhed under her hunger for barely five minutes before exploding in her face, his body arching as she finished him by hand. The unexpected climax still covering her lips and chin as she sought to find something to clean up with in the front seat.

My jealousy reached a fever pitch; I had almost had an orgasm at the sight myself. Her lust spent, a worried look crossed her face and, realizing her position, her eyes darting as she quickly looked around, and she quickly straightened and re-buttoned herself. He followed her into the front seat and, shortly afterward, started the ignition and they pulled away.

I had to sprint back to my truck to keep up. I wanted to make sure she would be returned to the club and not taken elsewhere. But, true to her word, she was waiting in front of the club, looking very vulnerable, when I arrived. Without a word, I pulled up and she slid into the truck next to me. She was quiet on the drive home, even at home, wanting only to take a long, hot shower by herself before relaxing at all. Even then, after an hour, only speaking to me of her love and crying softly in my arms. 

It was several hours before she asked if I had been there. I wasn't sure what to tell her, so I said I was, to make her feel secure, but that my view was poor and that I hadn't seen much. This made her visibly relax and we fell asleep together, never breaking our embrace.

Things cooled for a while, although she didn't burn his number, as we had all the rest, nor did I when I found it later. Though I don't know why, I simply placed it where it would be easy to find and left it for her.

I resolved to buy a video camera after that and, when we eventually rebounded and went out again, I did manage to sneak it along. Although we were half-hearted in our next outings and she was reluctant to approach anyone, as was I. But soon enough I got up the courage to ask about that night and she talked about it, though omitting the ending pointedly and becoming silent afterward.

So I decided to set up a night to give her courage again. I had a female friend of hers leave a message for him to be at the club to meet her. When she came home I surprised her with a new outfit, a slinky, sexy, little, green dress. I bathed her and brushed her hair, then dressed her up, watched her apply her make-up, and took her out to eat at our favorite little Mexican cantina. After a nice, romantic dinner we headed for the club, though I had to work hard to keep our destination a secret.

She was very reluctant at first, but warmed to my touch in the parking lot and followed me in. This time was supposed to be for me, though my interest wasn't really there, it did get her to agree to play along. 

Upon seeing her muscular friend again she seemed to perk up. After a few shots and a chaser, she left my side and took little time to find his company again. Soon to be laughing with his friends and sitting close by his side. I replay last time in my head again and again, I am insane with jealousy, yet stiff at the thought, so much so, that I have to have the waitress, a splendid blonde with long legs, get my drinks for me.

Then it happens, with a guilty look to me, which I reply to with an affirming nod, she and he get up and walk out. I stay closer behind them than before, watching them kiss playfully as they cross the parking lot to his car. Nervous and jumpy, I wait for them to pull out and follow at a distance. As before, he allows her to direct him to "our" spot and I take my position, hillside, to observe. This time to tape all the action with a zoom lens.

Note: At this point I am driven to masturbate wildly when I relive, in my mind, the events of our last encounter with her friend. Constantly I am plagued with a guilty pleasure as I think about how good it felt to witness her wicked acts, while telling myself that it won't and can't happen again. Yet I think of it and I am swollen and pulsing before I can even get to the end of the daydream. Am I insane to thrill at my own jealousy?

He is slower and more deliberate this time, not allowing her to take over. Their kisses turn passionate and soon his hand is up her skirt and my balls are in my throat. It is a nut-busting excitement I get from the surge of adrenaline, a painful ecstasy in an aching groin and an upset stomach. I am shrunken and tiny in this state, while he is stiff and ready. I picture how she would laugh to compare us.

Lying back to front, in the back seat, I see her new dress go up and can almost hear her quiet moaning as his massive fingers find their way past her g-string and into her depths. Plunging, two at a time, into her and making her rock up and down with pleasure. Their tongues lap and collide in a sweet, almost violent dance of lust.

Even I am erect at such action. Drawn up yet hard and wet at the tip from the show I was witnessing. The love of my life, my princess, being violated before my very eyes and reveling in her sexual freedom, taking what she wants, where she wants.

This time she abandons guilt and turns to straddle him, fervently digging out his fullness and thrusting it inside her upon the instant. She is mad with it, her tense body grasping him close. My recorder zoomed in on his balls as they bounce off of her tight, white ass, just visible under his hands as he cups her and lifts her up, only to thrust into her as her pulls her down.

This too, only lasts for maybe fifteen agonizing minutes, then they both rock with a shuddering orgasm, clasping and clawing as they tense together and relax in a heap. Finally they separate, she holding her legs as if they are sore, him smiling slyly as he tucks himself away and helps her into the front seat.

This time they are slow to depart, kissing and whispering for an hour before I see her head drop and he is kissed goodnight in a most special way. Throated for a moment, his mouth an "O" even I can appreciate, as she presses her head down and her ass rises in turn. With a languid, rolling motion of her head, she takes him in and tastes of his best parts, moving steadily as if to tell me how she loves it there, then she rises and holds him tightly for a while. Finally moving away from him, he puts himself in order again and they leave. While I, spent, sit for a while and think about what I've just seen.

Obediently she is waiting at the club, he is gone, and she gets in with a smile and, with the smell of sex still clinging to her, kisses me deeply. She is now awake, even giving me a show as we drive home, pulling her dress up and fingering herself, loudly, as we move down dark streets. 

We run inside the house and she's naked and in bed instantly. I am upon her in a flash and quickly I plunge into her moist depths. She is dilated like never before, stretched by another man's penetration. I am lost in her, lubricated by her intense excitement, and as I orgasm inside her, she is still not sated. I must pleasure her manually with half a hand while she quietly moans in my ear and alternately whispers his name. Eventually she has a powerful O and lies still on the bed, her legs permanently separated by so much entry. Exhausted, I leave her to sleep as I move to the television and re-watch the tape.

When I come to bed, my balls aching, I view her, still spread wide and inviting as she sleeps. Curiously I move in-between her soft and sexy legs and view her dilation up-close.

Her entrance is wide and still wet to the touch. I breathe heavily upon her clitoris and lick, sparingly, around her swollen lips. She awakes to this and pulls me in, her hands wrapped tightly in my hair as she begins to rhythmically grind up and down upon my tongue. She is salty, even sloppy, in her delicious wetness and she is needy, yet I am there to fulfill her, licking and nibbling at her opening until she brought close. Once, twice, then finally pulling away to finish herself in a blinding fury, while I watch closely and stroke myself to her rhythm. She pleasures herself over the edge once again and I am there, climaxing upon her full and pulsing femininity, grasping her legs and pulling her open I deliberately drip my juices inside her.

We shower in a tired, slow dance, then we sleep, spooning closely, for half the next day. We both awake smiling, but mention nothing as we prepare breakfast together.

Weeks pass, nothing is said, and she makes no request for a three-peat. Yet I watch the tape alone fairly often and thrill at the thought of seeing her perform for me, and for herself, again. I cannot comprehend why it makes me so horny; it is a betrayal and could lead to me losing her love. Yet I subject myself to the torture of watching again and again, never reaching my climax until I see her fulfilled and happy, but never failing to climax when I watch.

So a month passes, we still have wonderful sex almost everyday and there is no mention of our outings by either of us. Eventually I find his number in the trash and, while I stash it, I figure that chapter in our lives is closed. Made me feel good to know that she isn't still interested though.



The Game Ch. 01



Note to Reader: This is a build up chapter, with focus mainly on story. Please understand that I will try to submit further chapters as I go along. Thank you. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Living in the country wilderness was a life far removed from that recognizable on the faces of most city folk. I had never known anything other than the outdoors and hoped it would stay that way for as long as I lived. The only criticism that one might have been able to draw was that being isolated from civilization helped to breed ignorance in a global society that was continually changing. For instance, I, for one, had only seen African Americans on TV and the family as a whole was pretty fond of Mr Dibbs. He seemed to be very charismatic and sincere. 

As for my family, we were otherwise pretty much extroverted and not particularly clued up on what was going on anywhere else; it just didn't seem important.

I was the only daughter in a family of four, a pretty compact unit altogether. Although the nearest church was 30 miles North in an uphill town called Deep Dale, we prayed to our Jesus on a regular basis each day in some shape or form. Nothing could test our resolve or shake our faith I figured. 

Then one day, while we were all outside the house rejoicing in the sun shine we saw three strangers appear from the distance. We thought they were crazy to be walking down the road, since the nearest town along that way was 40 odd miles south. Did they walk all the way by foot?

My dad confronted them with a wave and a 'ho there!' and they peeled off the road and headed towards us. My father's wave kind of died when he noticed that the three dark men were all carrying guns.

'Abilene, guys, head back into the house.' Dad ordered.

We did as we were told. I wanted to stay but my father's word could not be questioned. After a while, I heard a gunshot and feared the worst. We all peered out of the window and saw my dad stumble in with his back to us and arms up in the air; he was retreating ever backwards. It seemed like he had had played their bluff and they had just demonstrated that their barrels were not empty.

The intruders came in with guns raised and politely asked us to sit down. I kept thinking that although they were African American, they were not the kind of folk Sidney Poitier would approve of. One stood by the door and another by us while their boss paced up and down the house making sure no one else was lurking. 

'There are only four of us.' My father told him.

The gunman by us wore a cowboy hat that he adjusted before he squatted down to meet my father's eyes. The sounds of quick, heavy footsteps and opening and closing doors could be heard. Moments later the big group leader emerged satisfied and threw the doorman with a scar on his face a hammer. He caught it and made his way out to the porch. The boss swivelled to face us with his breath a little short.

'You have a ... small family, Mr ...?'

'Bill.' My father replied.

'You know, my father was an accountant for the LLC. He used to say -- the only way to be sure of anything is to see for your self.' The man explained.

'I can't argue with that I suppose.' Bill countered.

The sound of nails banging on wooden frames came from outside. My brother pressed against me as it drew closer.

'What in the hell are you doing?'

'Taking out the light.' The man gestured with an elaborate wave of his arms.

In the next hour, everything happened rapidly. They boarded up the house and put us in my brother's room near the back of the house. As the light source diminished and we sat in darkness, there was a feeling that escape was not an option to consider and that our new friends were in no hurry to leave. In fact, they had come with the intention to play a game of will and endurance. 

They did not harm us but warned that it would be foolish to attempt escape against three powerful and heavily armed men. My father was shooting from the hip when it came to ideas for a turn around but my mum would just dissolve them all. His determination was commendable and we all felt safe in the knowledge that he would find a way to resolve the situation somehow. The time seemed to accelerate and before we knew it, the hour on my wrist watch read 4am. The first night was a sleepless. Apart from being fed and ignored another day came and went. It was almost as if they were waiting for us to grow tired and weak. After that maybe they would talk and an arrangement could be mutually understood between both parties concerned.

I sat and observed what little activity was in play and tried to keep my father from saying anything that might get us all killed. Every now and again, the man with the hat would look in on us and bring us food and then in the afternoons he would change shifts with the guy who had the scar. We tried talking to them but they told us there would be an announcement in due time. In their favor, they did feed us and although they seemed intimidating, they were becoming less aggressive as time went on. I wondered how they would deal with our food reserves which would last a few weeks maybe. After that, they would have to go out into the forest and hunt or drive for many miles before reaching the nearest diner. But I didn't think they would stay for long. How could they? We weren't rich and we didn't have anything they wanted. Not that I could fathom anyway. 

I sat slumped against the wooden wall, holding my brother, Josh in an embrace. He was my 18 year old twin brother though he often acted younger. I stroked his spikey blonde hair and mullet. He normally hated me touching his hair and would growl at me 'stop it Alice!' or try and catch me in the ribs with one of his Manu Chao karate chops. He got these silly fighting techniques from Manu Chao, a character in a low budget TV action series Josh loved. There was the MC claw that had a raking action and the MC grizzly grope which entailed an aggressive grabbing action; I had been a victim of all of them. Still, I didn't miss them right now though, as he was letting me run my fingers through his hair however much I wanted. 

I looked around the dim room. All the windows of the house were boarded up and light found narrow gaps around the edges. My mother, Abilene, lay on the bed while my father, Bill, stood by the door with his hands on his hips. He seemed to be in the same state of frustration since day one. Being the man of the house was not easy.

'Abilene, I've just about had enough of this bullshit!' He ranted.

'Bill! Don't curse in front of the kids.' 

'Sorry sweet heart.' He said pressing his head against the wall and grinding his fists in frustration. 'I just wish I knew what to do.'

'We all do. But the way your chasing your tail isn't helping.'

My father fell silent and then continued parading around the room as before. My mother's words to him were like those high energy drinks that pumped you up for all of 10 seconds and then left you feeling even more depressed then ever before.

Josh lifted up his head and looked into my blue eyes.

'Alice, so help me, if they so much as lay a hand on you, I'm gonna need you to close those pretty little eyes for me ok.'

'When I open my eyes, I'm gonna see you lying on the floor in a pool of blood is all.' I hissed pulling at his hair affectionately. He yelped and retreated into my bosom. 

I was always the realist. Always saying what I felt. Everyone in the family was thick skinned, though Josh had his wimpy days. Sometimes Bill wondered who the girl in the house was; me or Josh. I have to admit, I much preferred the masculine side of my personality and I think Josh secretly preferred the feminine side. I'm not sure if it mattered that we were twins and I came out first. I don't know. He often spoke bravely but his words were usually hollow. Still, if he was a coward he was still my brother whom I loved to bits. 

Most of my recent recurring dreams involved some sort of heroism or another. In one of the episodes, he would smash down the door with one kick and tell our captors to leave and that he was only going to ask them once. They would see the anger in his eyes, the menacing pose of his MC claw, and scurry away like they knew what was good for them. I admit they had been gentlemen so far. We were being fed well. If we needed medical attention or to use the toilet they would escort us and help us where necessary. We weren't even tied up. But it had been several days since we last saw daylight and we were all feeling the effects.

'I'm gonna save you.' Josh promised.

He loved me a lot. I was his role model since he came into this world and he was always following me around like a lost dog. I loved the silly boy and new his words had no actions - not unless I commanded him, and I had no intention of doing any such thing.

Abilene propped up on the bed at the sound of footsteps outside the door. It opened and there outside, stood Mr cowboy hat. He peered in and looked at all of us.

'Please follow me.' He said.

We all gathered in the family common room. Here were pictures of Christ, the lord and other religious decorations. All three men stood over us menacingly.

'I think its time for introductions. Nicknames are fine. My name is Daddy. This brother here with the scar on his face is Master and to my left here with the John Wayne themed hat is Jesus.' He explained.

'I'm Abilene.' My mum started 'and this here is my husband Bill. That's my son, Josh and this is my daughter Alice.' She finished.

Daddy looked at his brothers and back at us.

'Ok, shall we begin?' Daddy spoke.

'Begin what exactly?' Bill asked. 'We don't have any money if that's what you're after ... We live off the land mostly.'

'You seem to have misunderstood us sir. We haven't come here for money. That is not a motivation for us. No sir. We came to, lets say ... play a game.'

'Ok. I'm listening.' My father replied.

'As you can see, you are not bound in any way. You are free to move around the house, but should you try to leave, the game will promptly end.'

'Is there a happy ending?'

'Yes. But only for one of us.'

'I don't get it. If you want to kill us you can, we can't fight you.'

'I did not say that only of us would emerge with our lives intact - to the contrary, we could win this game and you would still have your lives.'

'I don't want to hurt anyone.' Bill said.

'The game isn't about violence.'

'But what is it about? How do we play it?'

'You have to figure it out by yourselves. That's the game. You can have as many guesses as you want, but there will be a penalty for wrong answers.'

'What is that?'

'Privileges. On food.'

'So, when does it start?'

'It started when we entered your home sir.'

Master walked up to the family imposingly and ordered them up. 'You will have a chance to voice your assumptions once a day. We will convene again tomorrow.'

With that we were escorted by Master back to our cell. We resumed our original positions like before and this time I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

***

Everyday we guessed we failed. My father accumulated his own ideas and pooled other ones together to try and figure out our captors intentions. When the time came to stand there in the common room and read out our thoughts, it was usually only my father's suggestions. They were all greeted with silence and then the usual nod, which in turn resulted in a reduction in our daily rations. They would do this by weighing the portions that were yet uncooked on a kitchen scale, picking out the odd potato or piece of chicken. 

Bill had to develop a more feasible approach regarding the use of our guesses, since it was the only intangible currency we had. The lack of impact on our behalf was taking its toll. Everyone was growing tired but still praying for god to deliver. It was hard to keep track of the time as my watch was eventually confiscated but I'm sure a dozen days had come and gone. 

We were losing weight each day. We were losing the game as a result. The assumption was that to guess correctly just once would mean we were the victors. They would then leave and we could get on with our lives again. 

I was thinking we had to step up and look smart until I saw my reflection in the bucket of water we received each day. It was not the best image but I could see signs of gauntness and sunken eyes and pretty soon we could all develop anorexia. That seemed like the next stage of our deterioration. The bad news for me was that I was already quite a slim girl and looked like I had lost 2 stones, maybe more. Other factors contributed to our decline such as the heat and lack of light during the day. None of us were particularly hungry after a while and it was funny at times to look upon the faces of my family and laugh. They all looked so silly with their skin sunken into their bones. 

Things were usually quiet and there wasn't much to do in between eating, cleaning and thinking. Abilene sat with me back to back while the guys were sound asleep. She was the least effected because she was quite a good sized woman at 14 stones in the beginning. I predicted I would be the first to fall like a bag of bones and meet my maker in the sky.

'Don't lose heart.' She said squeezing my hand.

But she herself was somewhat disheartened about the other day when she saw that they had taken down the pictures of god's landscapes from the common room. But she was strong woman and knew the grace of god would intervene in the final hour. We seemed to rotate our faces to meet each other, and tilt back. Abilene planted a kiss on my lips and then rubbed her face into mine. It was nice to feel some fat on my face for a change. She gazed in to my eyes like she was pondering a thought. 

'I was on my back looking up at that ceiling and asking myself, what is it that these big, strong, young men want from us that they can't just take... and it dawned on me.'

Yes ma?' I replied distracted by how beautiful she was.

'They can't take our spirit -- or our innocence. What we represent as a whole. A family that is strong; unbeatable. We would die for each other, but they are different.'

She was right. They couldn't take our spirit, not unless we gave it to them. But to show the strength of our spirit meant that we had to give up our lives. I was not ready to die like this; not like this. Abilene's assumption had to be correct. The three dark gentlemen were not like us; they would not sacrifice their lives for each other. Perhaps that's why they were testing us. They wanted to know how close to evil, goodness was. Whether there was much difference between the two after all, because they were men of Satan that's for sure. 

***

The next day we were brought to the common room. They had all but discarded their guns days ago or stashed them somewhere. They looked big as ever while we dragged our skinny asses to the sofa like zombies. 

'So, how ARE you guys?' Daddy said in a somewhat patronizing way.

'Not good.' Bill mumbled incoherently.

'Tsk. It looks like the clock is not on your side.' He said tapping his wrist. 'Although your guesses are unlimited, your health is very much finite.'

'I-I have a thought.' Abilene stuttered. 

The three men looked at each slightly unsettled -- their shadows appearing to recede. Jesus adjusted his hat from the front and put his hands on his hips.

'Yes ma'am, and what is it pray tell?' Master asked.

'You want to see if you can take something from us - something you can not physically take. Like ... our spirit; our dignity.'

There was a long pause and then Jesus stood up and clapped. He was followed by Master and Daddy. 

'Very VERY good!' Daddy laughed. 

His brother's joined him to congratulate the Masterson's. Even the Masterson's seemed overly pleased and ecstatic after some hesitation. Everyone began laughing. It was a joyous occasion for they had struck a blow against their captors, and the Masterson family had earned big points. Now their captors could leave.

Bill jumped up in the air and sprayed out high-fives with his son and hugged everyone with tears in his eyes. 'We did it. We won!' After they finished they looked at Daddy. He looked amused but was clearly happy for them. 

'Yes, you deserve a pat on the back. You have finally guessed correctly. Now you know why we are here.'

'Yes. Now can we resume our lives again.' Bill said.

Daddy nodded his head in disagreement.

'No sir. This game has just begun. You have guessed why we are here -- The purpose of the game. But that is not all.'

Shoulders quickly slumped. It was a hollow victory and nothing more. We sat there gutted and hollowed out and somewhat stunned. Jesus brought us a feast. This was our reward for guessing correctly. He took our tired souls and bones back to the cell. He told us he wanted to let us go but that he could not question Daddy. The food was a treat and after the first few bites we were eating everything off the plates without our hands like animals. I even licked mine and Josh's plates clean.

'Listen to me.' Jesus whispered. 'What does any sane man crave? Think in that direction.' He said. With that donated clue he was gone. I knew he was a bad man, but Jesus was the friendliest of the three captors, possibly the weak link in his camp. 

'What in the heavens does he mean, what men crave?!' Bill growled. He was at wits end. After a series of wild procrastinations, Bill sat himself down and eventually passed out, and Josh was no different, but I and mum were always still stoking each other's mental fires. 

'The logic is, If we keep guessing correctly we will get healthier.' Abilene explained. While that was correct it told me that her mind was now moving away from the objective question at hand, which was, what was it exactly that they wanted?

I pretended to drift off so Abilene would take to the bed. One eye cocked open once in a while. Although I could just as easily think with my eyes closed I just preferred my eyes open while I was thinking. 

We already knew they wanted our spirit and dignity and innocence, but what exactly did that entail? Jesus had said they wanted what all sane men craved, and my father and brother were sane men so it meant that they too must crave what ever it was.

I knew that women craved chocolate ... but not men. What did Josh crave I asked myself. He loved hunting for one but that wasn't right. 

I could only think of one sensible thing:

Food.

He loved food; everyone did. Men especially. If they weren't eating it they were talking about it. I know that Bill and Josh were like that. Bill loved steaks and Josh loved his mother's pies. He loved a lot of mother's food. I have to say though, no one had a larger appetite than me.

I stood up and rapped lightly on the door. I called out with a low voice as to not waken anyone. There was no response. When I tried opening the door, it was unlocked. Jesus had done it intentionally. Still, we were all far too weak to escape now.

I looked left and right and opening the door itself took a few minutes because it had a tendency to creak. I had to wait for external sounds to appear before pushing it more. Where we lived the sounds of cars were uncommon, so we relied on Eagles in the sky to make they're repeated harsh barks, and other animals but to be honest it would be rare at night. I could hear them talking down the hall in the kitchen. I finally crept out and tiptoed towards the end. My feet were splintered and my mind was numb, and the glorious scent of food drifted past me, unrelenting in its seduction. 

I squatted down and looked through the key hole. I could see them sitting on the dining table, setting it all up. So these guys were late night eaters like me. I wasn't sure I liked the similarities but it was hard to ignore.




The Game Ch. 01



I felt my foot sink into a weak board and it made the most god awful sound. One of the men, Master, stood up and casually strolled towards the door. I managed to turn around and began moving away but I was too slow. I would be caught and my family killed. When the door opened I leaned against the wall and looked down, with my arms folded, hands tucked under the chin. 

Master approached me and put a hand on my shoulder.

'Please Alice. Do not be afraid.' He said.

He took my hand and it felt so good and cushy I retreated away from the wall and summoned the strength to obey him. My Master led me into the kitchen. I sat down on a chair and joined his brothers. 

I was intoxicated by the festival of smells coming from every dish. Not all were familiar but all the more alluring. I was ashamed that I could not hide my weakness yet they made no attempt to exploit it.

I had after all come here out of my own will. The smell would not have reached my brother's room. 

'Please... I was not trying to escape.' I spoke with a voice that trailed off.

Daddy, who was sat opposite to me, showed me a beaming smile of assurance. 'You are welcome to walk freely around your house miss. The door to your room has always been unlocked or had you forgotten?' 

It was a bit of a surprise to realize how my memory had failed me. Even though I only remember the latch going on the first day we were locked up, it must have been automatically assumed by us all each time after. No one had attempted to escape; we knew the folly in that. God would not save us if we tried anything foolish.

I spied a bowl of mash. God, I always hated the stuff. But now it looked so good I yearned for it. I wanted to lick the spoon after every bite. To feel it melt into the back of my mouth.

'I hope you will eat with us.' Daddy Offered.

'I hope I can eat with you.' I repeated not realizing the offer had already been made.

They all smiled and adjusted their bibs but kept their forks and knives cold.

'You may begin Alice.' Jesus told me. 

'Really?' I said with an expression that was partly coy and relieved.

'Really.' He confirmed.

I went for the bowl of mash first and took one scoop. I wanted it all but there was still a residual sense of manners within me. Jesus passed me some pepper and some rib-eyed steak. I poured some rosemary sauce on it and started to tuck in, trying not to cut too quickly or make too big a cut on my beef. 

I dipped it into the sauce and brought it to my mouth. It was small but it did not matter. It melted in my mouth immediately and allowed my temples to surrender to the tingling. I cut another piece and another, and before I knew it my steak was nearly all gone. I don't recall consuming much mash and yet it was all consumed, probably because I took a slice off the top or side with each mouthful of meat. I loved meat. The more I could get in my mouth the merrier.

I washed it all down with some red since I could not see any water but it was nice and numbed my face slightly. I looked around at other plates still oozing steam; everything seemed like it was untouched. My eyes wandered up and I noticed the plates of my captors were empty.

I stopped eating and put down my utensils. I looked towards Daddy. Had they poisoned the food? That would be a waste. They seemed poised to eat but had their hands by their sides. Daddy leaned forward.

'Is it good?'

'Y-Yes.' I stuttered.

'Good. I want you to eat until your little belly is full.' He said.

I recall a witch wanted the same of Hansel & Gretel. Still, I was not deterred. I could eat it all if they wanted and didn't mind if they wanted to stay and watch. I was a gluttonous yet skinny country girl.

I took more scoops of mash and poured gravy on top of the mountain. Another glass of red followed. I could not help but watch them as I ate, wanting them to join me. I must have looked like quite the pig, but they're expressions gave me no reason to feel any guilt as such -- they were happy to just be voyeurs. 

'So tell me Alice,' Daddy began. 'Have you thought of any new assumptions?' 

I took a swig of red and wiped my mouth. Almost burped but planted a hand on my chest to keep it internal. That and to ease my digestion. 

'Well, as a matter of fact, I have sir.' I said lowering my fork. 

'I was thinking that what you want is here. It's food.' I explained.

Jesus smiled and clapped.

'Well done Alice! That is correct.' Spoke a jubilant Daddy.

'Thank you.'

'Your family will be pleased to know that they we will now begin feeding you handsomely from now on.' He explained.

I was happy and my smile was so wide and fixed in place it refused to listen to my disappointment. I had gained leverage for my family but it was not a victory. He said he would begin feeding us like normal. We were still prisoners. I wondered if they would ever leave. I prayed to the lord each night that they would have mercy. We were good people and we wanted to show it.

'Sir ... Are you not hungry?' I asked Jesus. 

He shot a glance at his brother. 'We are very hungry.' Daddy said.

I knew why they were here and knew what they wanted but it wasn't enough. It was deeper than that; more complicated. We had answered the basic questions but not identified the underlying root of their true desires. 

I did not want them to eat cold food and I was not going to eat unless they joined me, so I sat there with them for another 10 minutes in silence. I liked watching them. They seemed easy on my eye, but my eyes were beginning to glaze after a while. 

'I know you are all hungry, but I don't get it.' I sobbed.

Tears rain freely down my rosy cheeks. I wanted someone to hold me to wipe away my tears, to make me feel special. 

'Think of the game.' Jesus pointed out leaving a tissue near my plate. I picked it up and dried my face.

'Think of the game.' I repeated in agreement, trying to find focus. It was a beautiful evening and the kitchen was the most popular area of the house around this time of day. We would be eating and mum would be getting up constantly to refill our plates; she really knew how to feed us.

Maybe that was it - maybe they were hungry but did not want to feed themselves. I said nothing but stood up slowly. I picked up a steak with the big cutter and put it on Jesus' plate. He nodded very subtly as if to encourage me to continue. 'Would you like some mash and gravy?' I asked.

'Please.' He answered. 

I seemed to be heading in the right direction. I had made two mistakes I figured; one was that I should have started with Daddy's plate as he was the boss and I should have asked Jesus if he wanted steak before offloading it there. They didn't appear offended, perhaps pleased that I had started to think along their lines.

I filled one plate and the others in the way they were preferred and then sat down again. All was set. Yet they still were not reaching for their forks and knives. What else was I missing? The problem was I did not want to guess wrong.

I stood up again and approached Daddy. I had no more thoughts in my tank other than the one that followed.

'Can I feed you Daddy?' I asked politely.

He grinned and must have smiled for a minute.

'Please.'

I picked up his fork and knife and brought a small cut to his mouth. He opened his big mouth and devoured it, almost taking the fork with him. I could sense that he was having the tingling sensation around his temples like I had earlier. I made another cut and asked him if he wanted some gravy and mash with it. He nodded.

I fed him this bite and then another bigger mouthful. I picked up some red and put it to his lips and he took a sip. I was learning how much and how little to give each time and was getting better. He pushed out his chair and asked me to sit on his lap. I obeyed as I was tired of standing up. His body was very big and his lap was nice and comfortable.

I sat there and fed him his meal until he was full and then wiped his mouth with a tissue. 

'All done?' I asked.

'All done.' He confirmed. 

He seemed pleased to see me from what I felt below inside his pants but I assumed that both Josh and Bill were the same after meals. I had dropped something under the table once and when I went under to pick it up I saw my father rubbing his crotch as his legs opened and closed. It had gotten quite big. I had seen Josh do the same on many occasions. But this one bulge was far bigger than anything I had seen or felt. Perhaps mum had felt bigger ones I wasn't sure, it had to be before she met dad though. 

'May I be excused?' I asked courteously.

'You may.' He replied. 

I got up and sat on Jesus' lap and began to feed him. I was very worried about their health. Jesus also had a big bulge which I pressed myself into. It was uncomfortable but I did not want Daddy to see it in case Jesus got into trouble. As I was feeding Jesus I was thinking about how nice he had been to my family. I enjoyed feeding him and I sensed that he enjoyed being fed by me. 

'Do you mind?' I asked Jesus taking off his cowboy hat affectionately.

'Not at all.' He smiled.

I just didn't think it suited him one bit. I put it on the table and pressed my bum into his bulge even more. I guess it was just to make sure Daddy did not catch him out. 

By the time he was full, the food had gotten cold. I still fed Master and leaned my little body up against him just to let him know I was sorry. He accepted my attention and the way my body rested on his muscular chest as I fed him. 

Afterwards, they seemed very cheery and relaxed. Jesus put on some country music and we all danced and laughed and had a good time. I think the red had an effect on all of us. I was not sure where I was at times and my mind was switched off from reality, but while we were dancing I felt like I was amongst friends.



The Game Ch. 01



There was nothing remotely friendly about Kyle St. Ives. Never has been if memory serves correctly. He has always been a sarcastic asshole and there has never been a moment in his thirty-six years were he would not make you feel like you were a piece of warmed over shit if he could. He thoroughly enjoyed it actually...the prick.

He has, in fact, made bets with his other high society assholes to see who could terrorize their subordinates the most. There was even a point system.

5 points if you made them cuss you out.

10 points if you made them so angry they'd have to be escorted out by security.

20 points if you made them seek out therapy.

30 points if you made them quit.

40 points if you made a woman cry. (Double if it were male.) 

50 points if they had a mental break down.

60 points if you sent them to the loony bin.

70 points if you made them proposition you for sex to improve your behavior towards them.

80 points if they actually physically hurt themselves.

90 points if you had to call the cops to have them arrested once they attacked you. (Its not as if anyone could get close enough with the army of brain dead brutes protecting them.)

And 100 points for suicide.

There has never been a suicide in the company employees since they've started there stupid little game...thankfully...but I've encountered more than a few people who've either had a mental break down or had to be sent to the psych ward because they'd been pushed over the edge.

You'd think that with such unhappy employees that the St. Ives and Thompson Corporation would have gone belly up within a year but despite that, the company was doing better than it ever had. It made over two billion dollars last year and despite the economic crisis, they've been steadily making money ever since....It was just to bad that the St. Ives and Thompson Corporation was run by such an ass.

They all labored under the belief that if they could make the company more prosperous that, maybe St. Ives wouldn't be such a dick to them all anymore. Poor suckers actually believed in that little fairy tale.

Even though him actually being nice was as far fetched as a cow jumping over the moon, St. Ives paid each and every one of them more than any of his other society friends and he gave everyone an awesome health plan...it was his only saving grace to date.

It could lead one to conclude that he wasn't as bad as his other cohorts but to my way of thinking, he was just another degree of asshole.

An attractive asshole to boot.

At 6"6 he was the most attractive man I had ever seen. With his devastatingly baby blue eyes and inky black hair he was quite stunning. He had the classic roman features of his ancestors and the muscled body of a spartan soldier. I can just imagine him dressed in the crimson clock of a soldier with his golden shield and deadly spear. I wouldn't want him to wear the helmet though; his hair was just to pretty for that.

You could say that I've had more than one fantasy about that.

So, with that delightful information fresh in your mind, I'll introduce myself. My name is Heather Cromwell, and, just so you know, so you don't get confused, I'm in love with my boss. 

I have been the Personal Secretary to Kyle St. Ives for six years and counting. I can still remember the first day I started my job...it was one of the worst days I've ever had. The whole day I was constantly razzed about being to slow or not doing things the way they should have been done...I was even yelled at because I took a pee break. In front of everyone too. That just made the whole situation ten times worse.

That day when I went home I crawled under my bedroom comforter and just cried like a little baby. If I could have I would have crawled under the nearest rock and hid from the world for the rest of my life. I swore to myself that if I ever got the chance that I'd tear Kyle St. Ives balls off and shove them down his throat. 

As luck would have it, I ran out of coffee that very morning and had forgotten to buy more on my way home so after a rather tension filled sleepless night I went to work. Now, I don't know about the rest of the world but I am a coffee junky. If I am not on an almost constant supply of caffeine it's like I'm PMSing...but on speed. 

I'm at my meanest when I am in withdrawal mode and Kyle St. Ives made the mistake of starting stupid shit with me before I could even grab a cup of crappy company coffee...and they didn't even have any so I was about to make more when he cornered me in the break room.

He started to rail at me about how bad I had done the day before and how I needed to get my sorry ass in gear if I was going to work for him, so I just hauled off and nailed him with the empty company coffee pot across the head...shocked the hell out of his bodyguards.

Then everything just kind of happened at once, really. I was immediately detained and thrown into the nearest empty room where they proceeded to lock me inside. I hadn't realized it then but there had been someone laughing in the background after I knocked my boss out. And that laughter had belonged to none other than St. Ives business partner, Coriander Thompson.

The man who was about to change the course of my future.

He was the first brave person to approach me that day, bringing with him the life giving elixir called coffee...and not that crappy bargain crap I had expected from the company stores but imported French vanilla dark roast that the memory of makes my mouth water even now. He didn't say anything to me till I had finished two whole cups of the beautiful elixir and spoke first.

"I think I love you." I sighed as I set my cup down for a refill. "Whomever you may be."

"If I were about twenty years younger, my dear, I just might take you up on that." He laughed, his clear green eyes alight with mischief in his elderly face. "But alas, I am only here to make you a proposition about your job."

"I'm fired aren't I?" 

"Hardly, my dear." He replied as he held out his hand to me. "I find you far to interesting to let go."

"Thats very kind of you to say but I doubt that you could keep me here if St. Ives fired me." For some reason I took an instant liking to the man. His kind green eyes reminded me much of my own Grandfather's.

"Actually, I can." He laughed softly before extending his hand. "I am Coriander Thompson, my dear. You are from this moment on off St. Ives payroll and on mine."

"You're Coriander Thompson...St. Ives business partner...that Coriander Thompson." I was in shock. I couldn't believe that such a nice man could be the partner of one such as St. Ives. He was just so nice...and old.

"Yes, Ms. Cromwell, I am indeed old." Shit...did I just say that out loud? "That boy has no choice in the matter considering that this is a family run company and my grandson, David, isn't going to take up the reins of his half of St. Ives and Thompson for another three years."

"Oh, sorry."

"No worries, Ms. Cromwell." He laughed good naturally. "I get that all the time."

"So, why aren't I fired?" 

"I also have half a say in who is employed here as well." He replied as he refilled my cup of coffee. I hadn't even realized I had drank it till that moment."And my David is going to need an ally if he is to work here."

"So I'm to be his secretary?"

"Oh no, dear, you're still going to work for Kyle." 

"But you're going to be paying me?"

"Exactly." He nodded approvingly as he took out a briefcase from beneath the table. "You are to be my source of information in the activities of Kyle, my dear."

"A sort of spy then?" I had no problem with being a spy personally but I hated to have to tell Mr. Thompson that even though he might want me to act as a spy, the plan may very well blow up in his face. Him keeping me around would raise a few red flags to begin with and St. Ives didn't strike me as an idiot in the least. "I don't think it's going to work."

"Of course it will." He replied as he waved his hand at me distractedly before removing a sheath of papers from his briefcase. "You're my decoy."

"Then how will I help your grandson, exactly?"

"You'll just make his transition as easily as possible, Ms. Cromwell." He held out a pen to me as he slid the papers across the conference table toward me. It was a contract. "The real spy will do the spying but you are going to be an in sight champion for David. Your purpose is to not only distract from the real spy but to help David whenever Kyle is being difficult." 

"You mean for me to try and convince St. Ives to go along with your grandson."

"In a manner of speaking." He shrugged, smiling one of those cat ate the canary smiles.

"You're not going to destroy St. Ives...are you?"

"Oh no dear, just use him to destroy his friends."

"Alright." I wasn't quite mean enough to knowingly ruin someone knowingly.

"Then do we have a deal?" He tilted his head toward the contract inquiringly. "I would never hurt my best friend's grandson, but I can't let his little club get away with their activities."

"Are you going to tell me about those?" I already knew the answer but decided to ask anyway. I was just a glutton for punishment.

"Better you not know."

"Alright then." 

"That contract was designed to protect your personal interests. You will not be persecuted, harmed, or otherwise if our little venture goes to court. Your name will be held in the strictest of confidence and only revealed with your knowing permission." Mr. Thompson stated, automatically falling into the comfortable position of businessman. "Just sign, and I'll take care of everything."

"What's the catch?" There was always a catch in any business deal. I just wonder if I'll be able to keep to this one.

"You are never to reveal the nature of your involvement to anyone until necessary and you are never to become involved in any dealings that involve the members of Kyle's society friends. You are also never to reveal your purpose to Kyle...no matter the circumstance."

"Alright." That was easy enough...it wasn't like I would ever really get close to St. Ives or any of his friends. I could keep the secret.

"Then do we have a deal?"

"Deal." I signed my name with a flourish, unaware of how my feelings would change over the upcoming years.

Coriander Thompson then proceeded to inform me of The Game. Not only the rules of the game, but the point system as well. And I realized that even if I had knocked the sorry bastard on his ass, he couldn't fire me willingly without conceding a loss of 400 points. I had nothing to worry about...but the fact that Mr. Thompson wanted to keep me around was just a little extra added protection. Made me feel a little better to know that I had an ally in Mr. Thompson...even if I was his accomplice.

Then the sneaky old fart informed me of another little stipulation in the contract. I was not only his little 'pretend' spy but would also act as a sort of protector for the other employees. I couldn't outright interfere with them but I could drop a hint as a caring friend. I could be a sympathetic shoulder to cry on and urge them to seek out the help they needed to cope.

I was in fact a major part of the reason that there have been no suicides at St. Ives and Thompson.

I was very proud of that fact...hell, I'll even pat myself on the back right now.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" An irritated growl came from behind me. It was a voice I knew well. Not only a voice I loved to listen to but couldn't start my day off right without hearing...it was Kyle St. Ives voice.

"Nothing sir." I answered, smiling sweetly as I turned around to face him. "Just a little joke I remembered from yesterday."

"You are completely fucked up, you know that?" 

I know....I love you, don't I. One had to be in my sort of situation. I mean, it wasn't exactly normal to love someone who obviously hates you. "Although that may be, I'm a nice sort of fucked up don't you think?"

I'm not sure what gave him pause more...the fact that I was actually talking to him as an equal or the fact that I was taking his comment so blithely. I know it unnerves him to have me talk to him the way I do...that's part of the reason why I do it but the other part is because I just can't be afraid of him anymore.

"Just get back to damn work." St. Ives huffed before striding out of the employee break room. You'd think that he'd be a little apprehensive about stepping foot in there again but from all outward appearances he doesn't have a problem with it...although, half of the reason he doesn't feel that way may be because the company now buys my favorite brand of coffee. There also always appeared to be a full fresh pot ready for when I went to get a cup. No ones ever said anything but I bet St. Ives had a hand in the whole thing....smart man.

A smart yummy man. Particularly dashing today in a coal black Armani suit, solid navy blue tie, and crisp white shirt. Complete with shiny black shoes. He was absolutely delicious today...his eyes practically glowed with his hotness. 

I am sorry to say that he probably took extra care to took yummy for his new flavor of the week, Cassidy Reynolds. 

God, I hate that woman.

She was the a-typical brand of empty headed débutante. I swear her head was filled with fluff and with her every other word being 'like,' or 'awesome' my IQ dropped five points every time she came to visit St. Ives in his office. 

Visit being the operative word...more like afternoon booty call.

Did he not realize that he had a fine ass woman already on hand.

He should never have to dumb himself down just because he wanted a fine piece of ass...I mean, I could be his piece of ass...

"Break times over, Cromwell!" St. Ives suddenly called from the open door of his office, his smooth baritone echoing throughout the entire office and educing an almost eerie silence. "Move your ass!"

A piece of ass that'd like to smack him around awhile.



The Game Ch. 01



Sitting alone in her room, Erica waited for the familiar sounds of Jordan's footsteps padding across the carpet outside her bedroom door. Their parents were out for the night at a charity auction. Jordan was late coming home from his girlfriend, Beth's. Jordan was born ten months before Erica, and he never let her forget it. While she waited, Erica studied her appearance in her vanity. She was incredibly satisfied with her long blonde hair, tanned skin, and crystal blue eyes. Standing she considered her body, and smiled to herself when she checked her firm round ass, and 34C teardrop breasts.

Just as Erica decided to scratch her plan for the night, she heard her brother's car pull into the driveway in the quiet suburb. Quickly she turned her lights off, stripped out of her silk camisole and shorts, and hopped into bed. When she finally heard Jordan's footsteps approaching, she closed her eyes to pretend that she was asleep. Jordan passed by her door and Erica heard the squeak of his bedroom door open and shut. Waiting patiently she thought about how best to proceed. 

Three months ago at the eighteenth birthday party that her best friend, Amber through for her, Erica had gotten so drunk that she could not even walk. Her brother had picked her up from Amber's house, and taken her home. Their parents had been out of town for a medical conference, and in order to get Erica to her room Jordan had to carry her. They were both thankful to have been alone. Their parents did not condone underage drinking at all. Before Jordan picked her up, Erica had spilled a bottle of beer on herself. So, once they were home, Jordan was forced to help her undress from the wet clothes. 

Careful not to look, Jordan pulled at her shirt, then her pants, and was able to get her into her bra and panties. At that point, Erica lay back on the bed and begun to pass out. Even though her eyes were closed, and she was intoxicated, Erica was semi aware of what was going on around her. She could feel Jordan's eyes scanning her tall, slender body. Erica could not help but be turned on, especially when she peeked at her brother, who was rubbing his crotch while watching sleep. At first, she didn't know what to do, and was afraid that he would catch her awake. Then, she decided to play along. While pretending to be asleep, she moved her right hand up to her breasts and began to softly caress them. 

Not wanting to be noticed, it was not long before she stopped, and peeked at her brother's reaction. Jordan had pulled his eight inch cock out his pants, and was quietly jacking off. Erica spread her legs open a little bit, so that Jordan could have a better view of her bare pussy through her shear black thong. It wasn't long before he was cumming on the shirt that she spilled beer on. Once he'd finished, he took the clothes with him, and left the room. Erica then fell into a deep sleep.

Since that night, whenever her parents were out, Jordan would sneak into her room to masturbate. The first time he went back, he was careful not to wake her, since she wasn't drunk. Each time that he went to her, Erica pretended to be asleep, and after he left she would finger herself until she came. They were the best orgasms that she had ever felt, and now she was curious to know what it would be like to really fuck him, not just dream about it.

Erica could hear Jordan's door open, and she listened for him to come to her. Tonight would be the first time that he had actually seen her truly naked, and Erica couldn't wait to see his reaction. Her bedroom door cautiously opened.

"Erica...are you awake?" Jordan whispered.

Laying with her eyes closed, and a thin sheet covering her, Erica was perfectly still. She heard him walk further into the room and shut the door. He called her name a few more times, to make sure she was asleep. Erica continued the charade. Once Jordan had settled on the bed beside her, Erica pretended to stretch and pushed the sheet away. She heard her brother gasp at the sight of her perfect, tight body. 

Jordan unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. He wasn't hard yet, but after a few strokes, he was standing at attention. Erica let her hand wonder down her body, until she reached her hot pussy. Jordan watched as Erica began to rub her clit, often making sure her eyes were still closed and she was sleeping soundly. The sight of his sister masturbating, caused Jordan to cum prematurely. The cum shot across Erica's stomach and breasts. Jordan's warm load splashing across her body, made Erica cum harder than she ever had before. Hoping not to wake her, Jordan picked up the camisole and wiped the cum away. His heart beat fast in his chest, scared she would wake up.

Wiping his cum off his sisters breasts had given him another hard on. Jordan decided that he would take of it before he left her. Closing his eyes, he began to pump his hand up and down his big cock. Erica thought it was time to sneak another peek. When she noticed his closed, she knew it was time to make her move. Her pussy ached at the thought of Jordan's cock fucking her. Erica moved slowly, so she would not startle Jordan. Her hand reached out for his cock, and when she grabbed it, Jordan's eyes flew open. Erica made no move to stop, and Jordan made no move to her. Their eyes locked and they both knew what they were doing, and neither of them cared.

"I want you to fuck me, Jordan. I want your cock inside my tight, wet pussy," Erica said.

Jordan was surprised by his sister's dirty mouth. He had never heard her say any curse words. Her filthy demands, turned him on even more. Jordan knew what they were doing was wrong, but he could not help himself.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Wouldn't that be taking things too far? We are related, Erica," Jordan stated.

Erica sat and spread her legs so that Jordan could see all of her pussy. 

"Do you really want to walk away? I need you to fuck me hard. I want you to make me cum."

Jordan couldn't resist. Once he'd removed his clothes, he knelt on the floor beside the bed and gently touched her clit. Erica squirmed into him, forcing two fingers into her pussy. 

"Finger fuck me, baby. Yeah...oh right there," Erica screamed.

Jordan moved his fingers out of her hot wet hole as fast as he could. He slipped in a third finger and felt Erica jerk beneath him. He knew that if he kept this up, she would cum soon.

"Oh baby, fuck yeah. Mmmmmm....oh my god! Oh Jordan, don't stop. Please, don't stop..." Erica begged.

Jordan started really getting into what he was doing, and started to slow down.

"No no no! What are you doing? Faster!"

"Faster?"

"Yes....please..." Erica cried.

"Is that what you really want?" Jordan asked.

Erica shook her head, "Fuck me! Put your cock in me, and fuck me!"

Jordan did as he was told. He pushed Erica back onto the bed, and flipped her over on her hands and knees. Not wanting to hurt her, Jordan easily pushed his cock inside her. It was warm around him, and unbelievably tight. Jordan had never felt anything so good. Even when he fucked Beth, who was amazing in bed, his cock never fit so perfectly. 

Erica moaned loudly as Jordan picked up the pace. 

"Oh Jordan! Oh oh oh....fuck...yeah...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yes, like that. Oh god! Jordan! Fuck, I'm going to cum. Don't fucking stop. Yes...I'm cuuuummmming!"

The contractions of pussy almost made Jordan cum too, but he held back. 

"Pull out! I'm cumming!"

Just as Jordan began to pull out, a stream of clear white cum came from Erica's pussy. Jordan's cock, legs, and the bed sheets were all soaked. 

"Don't stop baby...keep fucking me!" Erica demanded breathlessly.

Jordan flipped her onto her back, and shoved himself as deep inside of her that he could manage, and began fucking her harder than he he'd ever fucked before. The feel of her heat wrapping around his cock as he slid back and forth within her, was almost too much to bear.

"Erica, I'm going to cum soon," Jordan rasped.

"Cum inside me! I'm on the pill. I want your cum in me."

"You want my hot jizz in your pussy?"

"Yeah baby...cum inside me..."

Erica dug her nails into his lower back as she held him tight against her while he pumped. Her screams became louder with every moan that escaped from Jordan's lips. Jordan could feel that familiar feeling of cum rising in his shaft.

"Here it comes, baby."

"Fuck yeah," Erica tightened her pussy around him as much as she could. Finally, she felt the spurts of cum spilling inside her. When he was done, Jordan laid down on top of her. Both were tired and out of breath.

"That was the best lay I've ever had," Jordan commented.

"Thanks," Erica smiled. "Maybe we'll do it again some time. This could be a fun game."

"You want to do it again?" Jordan asked with surprise.

"As long as you understand that it's just a game. Nothing more," Erica said.

"Sounds good to me..."



The Game Ch. 01



It is never good news when the telephone rings in the middle of the night. Simon reached for it, rubbing his eyes and staring blearily at the clock. It was three am.

"Simon, we've got a problem."

"Honey, my whole life is a problem at the moment. What's so important you have to wake me at this ungodly hour?"

"It's Adam... he's gone."

"What do you mean 'gone'?"

"I mean gone as in vanished, disappeared, not here any more."

"Tell me."

"He rang me this afternoon. Said he thought his phone might be tapped, and he might have been followed home. I told him to stay put and lock the door and I would go there straight from work tonight. When I did there was no one there. I have tried telephoning his mobile for two hours and there is no answer. I have checked all the safe houses and his friends and no one has seen or heard from him since before I spoke to him today."

"Is there any sign of a struggle at his house?"

"No, but there is a half eaten sandwich and coffee. He left in the middle of it."

"Not good news. This would not be a good time to lose one of the main players."

"Is that all you're thinking about... the game? Are you not the slightest bit concerned that something bad might have happened to Adam?"

"Of course I am concerned. For the game and for Adam. I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay put."

"Si there's another thing."

"Oh great... more bad news?"

"Could be."

"Go on."

"Adam had a message last night."

"Last night. Why the fuck didn't he tell me?"

"Because it freaked him out."

"What did it say?"

"It said that the final move is in his hands and he has to lose his mind or his life before he can take it."

"Great. So we've not only lost a player but the one we need to make the end move."

"Again you seem to be missing a point. I was more concerned about the other part of the message and I think Adam might have been too."

"But if anyone was listening in to him then that is not the part THEY are going to be most interested in."

"True. Although I don't think that anyone else would have been able to intercept it. It came through....er ... a closed line."

"Given, but if they are tapping the phone they may have been bugging the house and they may have heard him telling you."

"Nope that was closed line too."

"Any chance that someone has been hacking the closed line?"

"Not that I am aware of. I have never met or heard of anyone who can do it, not ours."

"Alright. I'm on my way. I'll bring Jac, if there are any tracers, or hackers he'll pick it up."

"Si..."

"What?"

"I'm scared."

"Why scared? I told you I'm on my way."

"Not for me. What if 'they' have him? What would they do to him?"

"They won't hurt him Annie. He's too important, to them as well as us. They just want to keep him away from us, keep him from playing his part. They will just hold him somewhere."

"But...."

"Don't worry. Adam's safety is not the issue. The fact that we can't win the game without him is."

"I am beginning to wish I had never got involved with the game in the first place."

"Well you did, and there is nothing you can do about it now but play it through to the end."

"Adam was never meant to get involved in this."

"Again, that may well be the case but he is involved and he also has to play it through to the end."

"I know, that's what scares me."

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There are voices, not whispering, talking openly but just outside the range of hearing. For some reason it is important to be still, to be very still and not let anyone know that I am awake, that I am thinking. 

I am lying down, flat on my back, although the bed, if that is what it is, is tilted up so I am half sitting. There is a sense of space all around, a big room, and sound echoes strangely. Not a room with a lot of soft furnishings. There are people, clearly or there would not be voices.

Out of pure habit I try to expand my senses but my mind is dull, my head aches when I try to think or to do anything with my mind. If I think about it I don't know exactly what I am trying to do anyway, so I stop. Something is strange. I can't quite put my finger on it but there is definitely something wrong, something out of place, something not quite right.

Even as I think about it the thought slips away and I start to sink back towards sleep again. It is simpler when I am asleep, I don't have to think. I don't have this strange feeling of wrongness and this strange urgent drive to do.... something.

There are footsteps, echoing, coming closer. Someone touches me, strong fingers gripping my wrist and a lighter, almost gentle caress, brushing the hair from my face.

"He's awake."

"Daniel.... Daniel, can you hear me?"

Daniel? Is that me? The name doesn't sound familiar, not at all. I have no memory of anyone calling me Daniel and it just doesn't feel right. That's it... that's what feels wrong... that's what's out of place.... I have no memory... no memory of anything. I don't know where I am or who I am. Shouldn't it matter? It doesn't.

"Come on Daniel. I know you can hear me. Open your eyes."

I obey. There doesn't seem to be any good reason not to. There are three of them, all men. One is kind of young, nice looking with collar length blonde hair and an uneasy expression on his face. The other two are older. They are all wearing white coats and staring at me. Are they doctors? Am I ill? Is that why I can't remember?

"Excellent, right on time. How do you feel Daniel? Do you know who I am?"

I think about it. I kind of know but the knowledge is hidden in the fuzzy part of my mind, with all the rest of my memories, my self, so I shake my head and let my eyes slide past him to look at the room behind him. It is all white, tiled floor, walls and ceiling. There are no windows, no furniture, nothing. Not a hospital room then.

"Do you know where you are?" 

I have to shake my head again, haven't worked that one out yet. There is no point looking around the room, there is nothing to see, so I stop. I look down at myself instead. I can't see much to give me any clues. I am covered with a white sheet. I think I'm naked underneath. I don't think this is a bed after all, it's too narrow and I seem to be strapped down. That is pointless because I can't move anyway. I occurs to me to wonder why not. Maybe it has something to do with the tubes that are going into my arms. Yes, I feel drugged.

It just gets more confusing. I am surrounded by doctors, hooked up to medical equipment, drugged, with no memory and no control over my body and yet.... This is definitely not a hospital and if not.... then what?

"How do you feel?"

"Don't know." My voice sounds as though it is coming from a very long way away, down a long tunnel. It's a nice voice, it's quite deep and has a hint of an accent but I can't quite work out what. This is weird, listening to my own voice as though it belongs to a stranger and trying to work out where I come from by my accent.

"Can you move you hand Daniel?"

I shake my head. I can't move anything... well I can move my head, and my eyes. I wonder why when I can't move anything else.

"That's good. It's very good. Do you know why you are here?"

Stupid question. "I don't know anything."

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

They seem to know that I have no memory and it doesn't seem to bother them, indeed they appear to be pleased by it. That isn't right. Shouldn't they want me to remember? "No." I try to think about it, try to remember something, anything. It hurts and I have to stop. They must have seen my face change.

"Does it hurt you to try and remember?"

"Yes."

"That's alright. If it hurts just stop. Do you know who you are?"

"Daniel?"

The man who is questioning me looks up at the others and smiles in a self satisfied way. The others smile in response although the blonde one looks at me and there is something almost like disgust in his face. What have I done to make him look at me like that? Am I being punished?

"Punished Daniel? What do you mean?" 

Did I say that out loud? I hadn't meant to. "I don't.... know."

"No, Daniel, you're not being punished. You haven't done anything wrong. You have been ill. We are helping you. You're almost there. Just one more treatment and you can go home."

"Home?"

"Do you know where home is?"

"No."

"Do you remember Annie, Daniel? Simon? Adam?" I thought I told them that I don't remember anything. So why do they keep asking? None of those names means anything to me.... not even Daniel. Although.... although.... something.... something tugs at my mind, something.... something.

With a sigh I shake my head and the man looks pleased. "Alright Daniel, you just take it easy for a moment, relax I just need to have a word with my colleagues and then I'll be back and we can get this over with so you can go back to sleep okay?"

I don't have the energy or the motivation to acknowledge him one way or another. I am aware of the three of them moving off a short way and talking again. I know they are talking about me but I don't really care what they are saying. I don't care about anything. I don't think about what the man said to me, I don't think about anything. I just let my mind wander, slide back towards sleep again. 

I am dozing when I feel the world suddenly tilt and I come awake with a gasp. It isn't the world tilting, it is just the bed. I am lying flat now, and I can see that there is something behind me, some kind of equipment. It looks like computers and one of the men, the young one, is tapping on a keyboard. He glances down at me and again there is that look, as though he hates me..... or is it something else he hates? It doesn't matter.

"Alright Daniel?" He doesn't wait for me to answer, which is just as well because I had no intention of answering. "Just relax and it will all be over before you know it." 

I watch him take a syringe and slot it into a piece of blue plastic sticking out of a plastic tube that is snaking out of one of the pieces of equipment behind me. It doesn't even occur to me that it is the same tube that is in my arm until I feel a sharp pain where it goes in that makes me gasp.

"It's alright Daniel, it will only hurt for a minute. Just relax." He keeps saying that. What else can I do?

The pain in my arm is moving. I realise that it is the drug moving through my vein. It feels cold, stingingly cold, as though it is carrying slivers of ice through my body. It moves all the way up my arm and across my shoulder. When it reaches my heart it hurts... a lot. I hear a strange noise and realise that it is me. I am making a grunting noise as the pain squeezes my chest and makes it almost impossible to breathe. 

I stop being concerned about the progress of the drug through my body; I am too consumed with the pain and the struggle to keep breathing.

"That's the way. Relax now, it won't last long. It will all be over in a moment."

I have a flash of fear. 'It will all be over?' What will? My life? No, there would be no point in that. This is way too elaborate a set up if all they want is to kill me. Even as I think it the pain begins to ease and a numbness spreads through my body. I can feel it rising into my head and I stop thinking altogether. 

I have no thoughts now; no care for what is going on around me. I feel hands on my body but I don't know what they are doing. I feel them moving my head but I don't know how or why. I see the white ceiling, the faces passing back and fore. I hear voices but have no idea what they are saying. And then I feel pain. It is pain so intense that it stops everything. I have no consciousness of anything but the pain. I could not have said where it came from, it seems to come from everywhere at the same time. I feel my body seize up and everything stops. My heart, lungs, mind.... all are frozen, every muscle and sinew contracted in a spasm that lifts me off the bed. 

My eyes are still open and the man's face appears as he bends close to me. I cannot move my eyes, cannot blink, cannot scream. The man is smiling.

And then it is over and I feel like I am floating, encased in nothingness. I have no awareness of my body at all. The man's face seems to float, disembodied in darkness.

"Well done Daniel; that was excellent." Was it? What had I done? Nothing. His voice is distorted, coming from a very long way off. "Daniel, you must let go now, you must relax and listen very carefully to what I have to say. You must not hold on to any thought or feeling. Just focus on my voice and listen very carefully to what I am saying."

I feel strange. Something is happening to my body. It is as though little trickles of ice water are running over it in certain places from the top of my head to my feet, but... and this is the strange part.... it is not running over the skin but under it; on the inside.

"I told you to let go Daniel. Do not think about the way your body feels; think only about my voice and what it is saying to you."

How does he know what I am thinking? How does he know I was thinking about the way my body feels? Something tickles the inside of my mind, something that I should know, that I should remember. There is a little corner of a mind turned to candyfloss that is still working, still whispering to me, still telling me that there is something wrong, something terribly wrong. I follow the whisper back, back, back, and all the while the man's voice washes over me, whispering words I don't understand and can't follow.

When the pain comes again my body and mind can't cope and give up. My eyes are still open when the darkness falls. The whole of my vision turns red and then everything stops, like a switch turned off and there is nothing more.



The Game Ch. 01



He smiled and said, “Cool. March 1st is next week. I can’t wait.” And then he fucked me slowly and sweetly until we came together and fell blissfully asleep.

My last waking thought was, “Let The Game begin.”



The Game Ch. 02



The feedback for this story was amazing. Keep it up. Many of you wanted the mother to get involved, sorry I just don't go for incest.

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All pleasure forgotten, Sonora was off the bed immediately. Her mother was sprawled out on the floor, insensate to the world.

"Alen, what do we do?"

Alen was also up and was slipping on his pants. Panic was rising quickly in his throat. Would Sonora's mom be all right? What if she remembered? What would their parents do? The panic took over. Alen ran down the hall and to the phone and dialed 911.

Two hours later Sonora, Alen and Alen's dad were gathered around a hospital bed waiting for Sonora's mom to come to. The hospital staff had assured them it wasn't serious; she would be fine when she woke up. They didn't have to wait long. Within minutes she was fully awake and staring at her children.

"Never, never again in my house," she uttered, her face pale.

"What is it hon, what happened?" Alen's dad asked.

"They were, they were, having sex Richard. In my house. My God, they're brother and sister!" she answered.

"They WHAT!" He turned to stare at his guilty looking kids.

"I, we, well we're not really related you know," Alen answered weakly. He took Sonora's hand in his for support.

"Like your mother said, never again. I will not hesitate to throw both of you out if either of us catch you. I would advise both of you to stay away from the other."

It wasn't long before life was back to normal. Only now Sonora and Alen sorely missed each other. They rarely allowed themselves to be in the same room. Doors were closed and locked, the bathroom off limits. When friends went out, neither would go at the same time. 

As time went by Sonora became withdrawn and unhappy. Spending most of her time in her room, Sonora rarely went out. Alen on the other hand, partied nearly every night. He had a new girl for every week. Deep down he knew he was trying to find what he had with his stepsister. Every time he took a new girl to bed he felt horrible afterwards. It never felt like it had with Sonora and somehow he felt as if he had betrayed her.

Their parents became increasingly worried for both their children. They didn't connect the incident from a few months ago with the current problems however. Both believed that Sonora and Alen were just getting worried about college. It was only two weeks to graduation. They found themselves wishing that time would pass faster. They felt that as soon as the kids immersed themselves in their new lives they'd be fine. Alen and Sonora found themselves wishing the same thing. They hoped that college would distract them from thinking about one another. 

Time seemed to drag by for the next two weeks. Try as they might neither could get excited. The night before the ceremony Sonora found herself lying on her bed thinking about her mundane existence. She longed for the time of the excitement when she had teased Alen to sweet submission. It had never really occurred to her to defy her mom. She feared being disconnected from her family by being tossed from the house. But in college she wouldn't be living at home. How could they throw her out?

Sonora smiled to herself; she knew exactly what she would do.

She was up early the next morning to get ready for the busy day ahead. Sonora took extra pains on her appearance. Especially the parts most wouldn't see. Her legs became silky smooth under the razor, her private, curling bush of hair was neatly trimmed. The final touch was the sheer underwear she had bought to tease Alen. The bra and thong were sinfully black yet quite see-through. They detailed her figure perfectly.

That same morning Alen woke late, barley taking any time in dressing. Why should he? He just didn't care. When he finally emerged from his room, he found Sonora leaned against her doorframe sending a siren's smile in his direction. His jaw dropped. What was she trying to do to him?

For the rest of the day Alen found himself staring at her. Throughout the graduation ceremony he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He tripped when he accepted his diploma and didn't realize when the ceremony was over. 

"This is it," he thought to himself, "I have to have her."

That night after the long party held in their honor Sonora and Alen were left awake while their parents slept. Sonora smiled innocently at Alen,

"You wanna go for a drive to relax?" She asked

Alen swallowed hard, "Sure, anywhere in particular you want to go?"

"I was thinking we could go out to the lake."

He swallowed again, he knew of several couples who were going there tonight to further celebrate graduation. "Oh well, who will know?" Alen thought to himself.

"Great, lets go."

Fifteen minutes later Alen's truck pulled up to the small beach that looked over the sparkling lake. Alen switched off the lights and took the key out of the ignition. They were plunged into almost complete darkness. The moon provided the only light.

"Well." Alen gave Sonora an uncertain look.

"Well, lets go down to the beach," she said as she got out of the truck.

Once both were outside, the sounds of sex reached their ears. There were definitely others out here celebrating. Sonora smiled at Alen and took his hand. She led him down to the sand where she spread a blanket and sat. Alen sat beside her.

"Well," he repeated dumbly.

Sonora rose and straddled Alen's hips. She could feel the bulge in his pants. "I wanna fuck."

"But…"

"They'll never know. Besides, in college, we'll be in the dorms. We can do whatever we want."

Alen didn't need to be told again. He rolled his hips, fitting himself up against the beauty on his lap. Sonora brought her shirt up and over her head quickly, then stood up to remove her pants. Alen gasped,

"Oh my god, I've missed you so much."

She bent over, giving him full view of her breasts that were still contained in her sheer black bra. Slowly she unbuttoned his jeans, teasing him. Alen couldn't take it; he gently pushed her away and stripped off all his clothes in about three seconds. Sonora giggled,

"You have missed me."

His cock was standing straight up, pre-cum already oozing from its angry purple tip. Sonora reached out her delicate hand and grasped him. Alen moaned as she began to stroke him. Before long he pulled her down, and they lay together on the blanket. Once they lay together Alen quickly shredded her undergarments to get to her naked body.

Alen positioned himself above her, where he began to pay homage to her full breasts. Cupping them, his thumbs caressed around her nipples, refusing to touch them. Sonora writhed beneath him, begging him to touch her. Finally, he brushed his fingers over her aching nipples before gently pinching and rolling them.

He looked her in the eyes as he lowered his head to one peak. Gently he attacked it, sucking the mound deep into his mouth. She moaned loudly. After paying excruciating attention to one, he moved to the other and repeated his performance. 

By this time Sonora was grabbing at Alen's body, trying to pull him closer.

"I see you missed me too. Be patient, I want this to last forever."

Alen pulled her arms away from him and traveled down her body to her lightly haired vee. One hand parted her and began slowly stroking. She whimpered and bucked up into his hand. His fingers dove deeper till he found her swollen bud. Taking it between his thumb and forefinger, Alen rolled it back and forth, eliciting more frenzied moans from her parted lips.

Feeling her impending orgasm, he inserted two fingers into her hole and began pumping in and out. Sonora rose to the occasion and began bucking against his fingers, fucking his hand. Suddenly she went rigid and he felt her opening clasping at his fingers frantically. Sonora let out a keening wail and was still.

Alen stretched out over her body, his erection pressing against her belly. 

"Are you ready for more?" he asked.

Sonora heaved against him and suddenly Alen found himself on the bottom.

"The question is, are you ready?"

Sonora captured his mouth against her, meshing her lips with his. Slowly, she traced her hand down his well-muscled chest, his waist and hips until she felt his insistent erection. With great care, she guided him to her wet opening.

Slowly, slowly she lowered herself on his throbbing cock. They groaned in unison as she sunk lower and lower until she was sitting astride him. Sonora paused before repeating the motions. It was taking all of her self-control not to plunge quickly up and down. 

Alen took the decision from her as he grabbed her hips and began lifting her up then down at a furious pace. Sonora matched him as she lay atop him gasping for breath. Both were getting nearer and nearer. She felt Alen's cock twitch inside her once, twice, and she was gone. Her orgasm triggered his. He pumped into her hole wildly, shooting his load into her depths. All too soon they both lay panting on the blanket, covered in sweat. 

They lay in each other's arms, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness for some time, neither wanting to ruin the moment. Finally Alen spoke, "That was amazing."

"Mmm-hmm," was her only reply.

"We should prolly go home before they wonder where we went."

Sonora groaned, not wanting to leave his arms, but she knew he was right. She reached down and gave his cock a quick squeeze before struggling to her feet. She held out her had to help him up. 

Once Alen was on his feet, Sonora stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips; "I can't wait for college."

The End of part 2, I'll more than likely write about Sonora and Alen's adventures in college.



The Game Ch. 02



I enjoyed the remainder of the party that night and I couldn't wait to get home and tell my husband about my adventure. Before I left I told Kay how sexy it was and I was open for a meet at any time, not just at parties. I really didn't think that out, but I was horny and I was already looking for my second meeting.

He was in the den looking at television. I was surprised to see him awake since it was after 1:00 and he was up so early to go to fishing.

"I'm so surprised to see you awake," I said as I walked into the room.

"I fell asleep here for a couple of hours and just woke up. I was about to head to bed," he said.

I was going to tell him about the game, but he started talking about his day and didn't let me get a word in. That's when I figured, the hell with him, the game was going to remain my secret. 

We both fell asleep as soon as we hit the bed, my husband thinking about fish and me thinking about a young erection!

It was Sunday morning and we both slept late. I got out of bed first and jumped into the shower. My intention was just to wash, but while soaping my pussy I thought of Eddie's hand touching me there and it made me excited. I took the shower head off the hook and used the stream of water to make myself cum. That was just what I needed.

It was a lazy day; we just read the newspapers and sat by the pool. My son was off from his summer job and he had some friends over to hang around the pool. My daughter was still at her friends' house, but was due home mid afternoon.

I was outside when my husband called me to tell me I had a phone call.

"Hello, "I said while standing in the kitchen next to my husband who was making a sandwich, for himself.

"Hi Gloria, it's me Kay. Go to the local park, she told me which one, and park at the far end of the parking lot by the nature trail, be there by 1:30."And she hung up.

As soon as I heard her voice on the phone I could feel myself getting horny. My husband asked who it was; he didn't ask when he answered the phone. I told him it was a friend and I'm going to meet her to help her pick out a blouse and I wouldn't be long.

While driving I was thinking about what I was actually heading out to do. A person I don't really know all that well calls me and tells me where to go and then show my pussy to someone I have no idea who it might be, and here I drive doing as told. I was feeling very horny even though I know the whole concept is way out there.

I pulled into the parking lot and drove to the nature trail. There were 8 or 9 cars parked in the area, but I didn't park next to any of them. As soon as I shut the engine off I noticed a boy about 20 years old get out of his car and walk towards mine. I was out of my car by the time he reached me. 

"I believe I'm supposed to meet you here," I said.

"Hi my names Kevin," he answered.

"Pleased to meet you Kevin, I'm Gloria. I'm not sure exactly what we're supposed to do now. The parking lot isn't the most private place," I said while looking around.

"This is only the second time I'm meeting someone and the first time that isn't during a party," he told me.

"Looks like we're both new at this, let's walk down the trail and see if we can find a more private spot," I said.

As we walked onto the trail I was looking at Kevin. He looked like your average suburban boy, well groomed, dressed nice in a shirt and shorts I'm sure washed and ironed by his mom. He looked like he exercised because he looked fit. He was someone you wouldn't mind if your daughter brought home, and here I was walking into the woods with him. Just that it seemed so wrong, made it more exciting.

We came upon a trail that split off from the main trail so we walked down it.

About 50 yards down that trail we came to a small picnic area. It had 4 picnic tables and two grills to cook out with. No one was in sight.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are Gloria, I've got a boner already, "he said.

"Yes, I can see that," I answered. I could see a big bulge in his shorts.

I then said, "Pull down your shorts and show me."

I would never have thought in a million years I would be saying that to a boy over half my age, but I did say it, and I was eagerly waiting to see his young hard cock. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his shorts, slowly pulled his zipper down then pulled his shorts down which left him standing in his briefs with the very enticing bulge. He was sure taking his sweet time getting undressed.

As he looked at me I said," please Kevin show me your cock."

He gave me a smile and pulled his briefs off. He had beautiful cock and it was so hard.

"I believe it's your turn Gloria," he said as he held his cock.

"I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of my shorts and panties both at the same time. I wanted this handsome boy to see my wet pussy.

So there we stood facing each other with our pants down like two kids playing doctor. He began to stroke his cock while he looked at me; I leaned back against one of the picnic tables and spread my legs so he could see more of me. He wasn't stroking it very long when a stream of cum shot out of him. I forgot the power of a young mans climax and was surprised that some of his cum hit my thigh. I have to say seeing the cum shooting out of him was so exciting. I hadn't seen anything like that in ages. I was about to masturbate for him, but I guess he was embarrassed that he shot off so quickly or that he got some on me because he started to apologize and began to pull up his shorts before I could even begin. I took his lead and pulled up my shorts, I wiped his cum off my leg with my panties and stuck them in my pocket. 

He didn't say much as we walked back to the parking lot. He would answer me, but didn't offer anything. This was becoming a very disappointing conclusion to what started out to be very exciting. We said our goodbyes in the parking lot and I watched him drive away as I fixed my makeup. 

As I was driving home I made the decision to skip the non party meetings, there was just something about it, I felt like I did something dirty instead of something sexy. 

The age difference is fun for the sexy part, but we had nothing in common at all, other than exposing ourselves to each other. I started to laugh out loud at the absurdity of my thoughts. It's just a game!

When I got home my husband was in the den looking at a baseball game and my son and friends were still out by the pool. 

I sat down next to my husband.

"So Gloria did Jay the young stalker watch you all evening at the party?"

"He was there, but he wasn't watching me," I said.

"Were you disappointed?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"Yes, at first," I answered.

"I knew were turned on by the young guys," he said with a laugh.

"You don't know the half of it," I said, and told him about Kay and my adventure, right up to walking into the house a half hour ago.

While I was telling him about it I was getting extremely hot and so was he, but the funny part is he thought I was making the whole thing up just as sexy foreplay.

We both undressed and were kissing and groping each other like two teens in the back seat of a car, not thinking at all where we were. Eventually we landed on the floor next to the sofa having sex in the missionary position with him on top. I had my legs wrapped around his waist. I'm not sure why, but I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder. Standing with his mouth open was one of my son's 18 year old friends, Dennis, looking at us. My nails dug into my husbands back from the shock of seeing someone standing there, but my husband only took that as encouragement. Dennis's and my eyes met, so he knew I was aware that he was standing there looking at us. He was standing only 6feet from us with our feet being closest to him; his eyes went back to looking at my husbands cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I was so turned on by him watching us fuck I kicked my hips into high gear and started meeting my husbands' thrusts with my own.

"Oh fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt," I was saying.

I had so much lust built up in me from the last two days I felt like I could explode. I would make eye contact several more times with Dennis. When I climaxed I felt like I was being washed in a wave of pleasure. After we finished cumming my husband and I laid there for several minutes catching our breath. I looked for Dennis, but he was gone. My husband all of a sudden realized where we were and said we should get dressed before someone walks in.

I was going to tell him it was too late, but decided to let it pass. 

Funny how with all the things that I did this weekend the most exciting event happened purely by accident, go figure.



The Game Ch. 02



Note: This chapter serves as a go between chapters to introduce Bridget and give you a glimpse into thier relationship. Next chapter you get to meet Heather's sexy new intern.



My desk was strategically placed in front of St. Ives office. I had moved it myself as to intercept any person who intended to speak to him. If they were under peaceful terms I would be glad to let them pass but if they had any intention of causing trouble or appeared to be under duress then I would either help them as I was hired by Mr. Thompson to do or ring for security for them to be escorted out. 

The only times I ever regretted my placement was when I had to endure a front row seat to Cassidy Reynolds high pitched screams...much like I was doing now.

After about the fifth scream I was ready to barge in and gag her. She had this high pitched Paris Hilton voice that just grated on my nerves. I could stand it when she talked normally but whenever she screamed....God, her voice gained about thirty more decibels and just echoed in my head. 

I don't even know how he could stand it. She must have been right in his ear when she did it....you know, I'll bet fifty bucks that he puts earplugs in before each bout. Otherwise he might just go deaf.

Suddenly Cassidy Reynolds screams reached their climax as she found hers. I think that one reached a frequency only dogs could hear. It was quickly followed but the rustling of clothes as they each adjusted themselves to look decent once more. They would both be out soon after that. 

I hated that moment most of all.

I had no rights of ownership over St. Ives but every time she was escorted out by him with a smug smile on her face I just wanted to gab her by her bleach blond head and smash it in the wall. Her face spoke of fabulous sex and the fact that she was getting it from the man she knew I wanted. 

She'd known about my feelings for St. Ives for quite some time. I don't know when she had caught on to it but now she just loved to rub it in my face...I really hated her for that.

As if on cue St. Ives door opened as he performed their usual parting routine, his hand cradling the small of Cassidy's back as he ushered her out. "Thank you for stopping by, Cassidy."

"No prob, gummy bear. Like, it was no problem." I almost cringed at her reply. I hated that nickname. It made me want to shove gummy bears up her ass...a fantasy I had often. "Great seeing you, Heather!"

Bite me, you bitch. "Of course." I answered instead as I arose from my seat to go to the filing cabinet that contained the file that St. Ives had previously demanded. "Good day, Ms. Reynolds."

After she had departed I immediately offered the files to St. Ives before returning to my desk. I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else that he wasn't. The only thing that prevented me from doing so was the fact that I had no reason to leave at that moment and if I did he would see it for what it really was...running away.

"Have you spoken to Thompson yet?" He asked as he reached for the door handle to office.

"No." I tried to keep the strain from my voice but it was damn near impossible to stop all of it. "Should I request an audience?"

"Yes. For 3:00." Thankfully that was all he needed to say as he entered behind the closed door. I let out a little sigh of relief as I dialed David Thompson's secretary to set up the appointment.

"Hey, Bridge. 3:00 for Mr. Thompson, alright." I greeted as she picked up.

"No problem, Hun." Bridget McKinney replied, her usual soothing voice gentle on my abused ears. "You don't sound good, Heather. What happened?"

"Just a bad day." And that was code for...

"Ah, a booty call day." We'd developed a little system for me so that when St. Ives was in the room, he wouldn't catch on to the nature of our conversations. It was built mostly for me but Bridget would occasionally use it to. It was our little secret. "Meet me in the break room, alright."

"I just got back from break." The complaint was weak considering the fact that I was going to do exactly as she had asked.

"Get a fresh cup of coffee." She laughed before hanging up. I looked down at my steaming cup and debated over what would be the best course of action to take. I could just dump it out...but St. Ives was probably aware of the fact that it was still fresh, or...I can just chug it. 

The decision was made for me as the rattle of the door knob reached my ears. I hurriedly reached for my half full cup and began to drown it. The liquid burned as it flowed over my tongue, numbing the sensitive appendage before racing a painful trail down my throat. 

"Time for another cup." I croaked as I beat a hasty retreat toward the door.

"Thompson's appoin-"

"3:00!" I yelled behind my shoulder, not stopping to face him. I almost ran over several people in my mad rush to the break room but I knew that I needed to see my friend. Sometimes people just need a break...and this was one of those times. "Bridget, I hate her."

Ignoring my lack of greeting, she took my care bears coffee cup and refilled for me. "Sit down."

"The bitch loves rubbing it in my face, Bridget." I stated as I sat down in one of the plush seats the room provided. "And she knows she can get to me."

"Skanks like her are bottom feeders." Bridge replied as she sat down across from me. "The only way that they can get to the top is by fucking everything that moves and making women like us feel bad about ourselves."

"I still hate her." She was everything that I hated in a person...selfish, rude, stupid, and superficial. She was also one of the most beautiful, fake people I had ever seen. With her long flowing waves of bleached blond hair, baby blue eyes, and deliciously enhanced little body she was the epitome of American beauty.

I could see why men wanted to fuck her.

"I know, Hun." She soothed as she reached over to pat my hand before smiling. "Did you have the fantasy of shoving gummy bears up her ass again?"

"Yes." I growled as I took a sip of my coffee. The taste barely registered on my burnt flesh.

"You chugged your coffee again!" Bridget laughed as she watched the emotions flit across my face. I loved her laugh...her voice was wonderful otherwise but when she laughed it just took on a husky quality that brushed over one's nerves like a fine toothed comb. It combed out the frazzled endings and enabled me to survive the rest of the day. 

She had an Audrey Hepburn look to her. Dainty and petite. Her long mahogany locks reached the curve of her shoulder blades and gleamed with red highlights in the sun. It was a shame that she kept it tied back in a bun during the day but in all the days I've known her she has always worn it that way. Thats most likely why it was so special when she finally did let it down and she had these velvety brown eyes like melted chocolate. 

If I were a man I could get lost in those eyes.

"Bitch." I replied affectionately as I rose from my chair.

"Whore."

"See you later?" I asked hopefully, pausing in the doorway to see if I'd have an ally for the meeting. David and St. Ives hated each other. They each had a different opinion about everything and argued even if they agreed. There was always a much better way to do things and each refused to do what the other wanted.

I usually acted as a referee to their meetings and sometimes even I couldn't come up with a reasonable solution for everyone. That's why I needed Bridge; two heads were definitely better than one. 

"3:00, Hun."

"Excellent. See you then." I replied as I began to walk away but stopped to seriously add. "Bring your big girl panties...you're gonna need them."



The Game Ch. 02



I wish to thank Literotica for allowing me to post my offerings. I am proud that some overlooked my poor editing skills and did enjoy the stories. I appreciate all those that offered encouragement and constructive criticism that helped me better see my mistakes. And I will thank those that expressed an opinion even if it was to say I am a bad writer. I value my experience here. I learned I can write a story some wish to read. A second lesson was I need to improve my editing skills so that others will read my work. And I learned that I can't please everyone. But no writer can, so I must accept what comments are offered, the good, the bad and the ugly. Thanks again for your support. I did try to edit this but am sure it has some mistakes. I am posting it for those that wish to know how the story ends.

Oh and one other note. I call myself WantABWriter.....not WantABEditor.... 

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Monday Liz slept in. She had arranged for the day off. She had a project to complete and more research to do. Liz completed the file just a few minutes before noon. After a quick bite she went to purchase a component for the flat screen TV Jim had put on the wall in the bedroom. She also had a list of a few other things. With that done and put in place Liz began her research. 

That evening Jim was surprised to see Liz dressed in a very revealing and tight outfit. She met him at the door and gave him a big kiss. She had prepared his favorite meal and waited on him hand and foot. As he relaxed in the den with a drink Liz went to run him a bath. She pampered Jim in the bathroom too, washing his back and feet. She dried him and led him to bed. Tucking him in early Jim hoped he would be getting lucky. He was a little disappointed when Liz brought him his laptop computer. She showed Jim the file she had made for him. It was displayed on the 42" flat screen on the wall. Jim was immediately aroused. 

Liz smiled, "Since you enjoy pornography so much I thought you might like to see me in some. I have made this file for you and it contains all the photos you took as I played that horrible game. I believe you enjoyed seeing me humiliated and used like a whore. Now you have your own private collection and you have my permission to post them on the web. Maybe some other men will get a hard cock seeing me. It's only fair that you share, because you've seen their wives and girlfriends."

Jim looked at his wife. What had she just said? She reached under the cover and took hold of his hard cock. She already had a condom in hand and flipped the cover back to get better access. Liz said nothing as she placed the condom on him. As Jim explored the file Liz began to stroke him with one hand while she used her other hand caress his balls. All in all Jim lasted just under two minutes. Liz smiled and took the condom off. She held it with the content trapped at the tip. Liz bent and kissed the head of Jim's deflated cock. A second later she had engulfed him in her mouth and cleaned his manhood. 

Jim was flabbergasted. Liz smiled at him and climbed off the bed. "I'll put this in the freezer. Let me know if you need my help with the next condom. I think I'll take a quick shower but I'll check back before I hit the hay. I've been busy and need to work tomorrow. I'll be sleeping in the guest room for the rest of the week if you want to finish the game."

Jim frowned. "You can't sleep with me?"

"Afraid not, but if you demand I, the game is over."

Liz slept alone and found she really missed Jim. She hadn't allowed herself to even sleep in the same bed with him in the last week as part of her plan. She felt herself getting horny but fought the urge to satisfy herself with masturbation. 

The rest of the week was a repeat. Liz would give Jim one hand job before she went to bed till Thursday night. On Friday Liz sent a message to Jim. "Be home by 6 so we can start the next phase."

Jim was home in record time that Friday evening. He found Liz waiting by the door in a very sexy short black dress, heels, hair up and makeup fully applied. He liked what he saw. Jim hadn't had his wife in bed with him for almost two weeks. At 6 p.m. they were in the den waiting to see what the cards held. Jim wanted to take his wife in his arms and whisk her off to bed, but it was not going to happen. Liz explained that at 7 they would open the chest. Jim would total Liz's score for her completed tasks. Then after her score was determined they would open the second small chest. Jim would draw one of the envelopes and allow Liz to open it. If she had met or exceeded the score, they would be headed out on the town. If she had not met the total needed, there were instructions as to how she would be punished depending on her degree of failure. 

With trembling hands Liz released her lock from the large chest. The two smaller boxes were taken out and carried to the kitchen table. With independent keys they unlocked the task box and totaled Liz's score. She had completed 38 of the 40. Jim had marked all with the number of points suggested. Liz began to cry. She knew she had less than a 25% change of winning the game. As she cried Jim asked what was wrong. Liz looked at him with tear-filled eyes and said she had not done even one of the tasks well enough to earn even one extra point. It was then Jim realized he could have given her more or less than the suggested number. He apologized but offered he might have scored her lower on some as well as higher. With the total score of 935 points Liz released her lock on the second chest. Jim did the same and opened the box. He looked in and saw the envelopes. 

Jim took the six out and spread them on the table top. As he fingered each blank white envelope Liz's anxiety grew. Jim was feeling her strain and was amused by it. When he touched each one Liz would sigh and hide her eyes behind her hands. Jim felt there must be something really distasteful in at least one of them. 

Liz held her tongue and didn't demand that Jim choose. It was past 7:30 and Liz knew she would need a little time to prepare but still she was not ready for it to happen. Finally Jim felt he could drag it out no longer. He picked one and handed it to Liz

She took the envelope like it had a bomb inside, holding it gingerly with two fingers. It took a second for Liz to build the courage to tear it open. When she did she took out a single sheet of paper and unfolded it. Liz began to cry again. She dropped the paper on the table top. Jim looked at her with just a little sympathy. He would have had more if it had not been for his erection.

"What's it say?"

Liz looked at Jim and shook her head. She picked the paper up and began to read between sobs. "You need to have earned at least 1025 points. If not, you did not try hard enough. To discipline you for your poor performance you will have to work your way thru one box for each 20 points. Even if you are 1 point over the 20, you will need to complete the next box. You have 15 minutes to report of the chest and begin!"

With that Liz pulled the 6 remaining folded sheets from the torn envelope and handed 5 of them to Jim. She took the 6th sheet with her as she left the table. Liz went to the guest room to prepare. She was sad but a little excited as she removed her dress. Jim looked at the folded page and opened them. The first was an explanation of box number one. Jim couldn't believe his eyes. Would Liz really do that?

Without reading any farther he headed for the master bedroom. When he arrives Liz was not there. She entered in just a few moments. She was naked with the exception of garter, hose and heels. Her makeup was heavy and she carried the box from the freezer. She looked sad.

Jim took pity on her. Liz you don't have to do this. Put your clothes on and I'll take you out for a night on the town."

Liz shook her head, "No, we have to finish the game. We started this because you seem to enjoy pornography more than me. I just didn't do well enough last weekend to cure you, so I must suffer all that the rules require."

"Liz I just don't know about this. I mean..."

Liz cut him off, "I'll do as the instructions say or you will have to work out another way for me to understand your needs! Believe me, I don't like it. But if we don't continue, all I did last week will have been for nothing. And I assure you that file I made will disappear. If it doesn't and I find you have kept it I'll leave!"

Jim hung his head and didn't say another word. 

Liz took the box labeled #1 from the top of the boxes in the large chest. She looked at the clock. "Well Jim you can get the video and the digital cameras. It is time to begin."

Jim was back holding the cameras and Liz began to read the instructions in the box, "Liz you have been condemned to do a humiliating photo shoot. You will be photographed for 4 hours. You will duplicate all the poses that are depicted in the photos from the box. At the end of the session you will be photographed with each of the three signs hanging round your neck. If you are lucky the box from the freezer will not have many in it. But regardless you will use all the props. Your face will be visible in each photo and your will smile for the camera. If not, you will retake the photo till Jim is satisfied. To make this as enjoyable for future viewing you will wear all the outfits in the box, use the wigs to change your appearance and use all the items. Now get ready then set the timer for 4 hours. You will have to work hard to complete the assignment."

Jim felt himself stiffen in his pants. He didn't know what to expect but he felt he would enjoy. With the camera in hand he watched Liz head for the bathroom to prepare. When she returned to the room she handed him a stack of photos. Jim was a little embarrassed, for he had seen many of the photos before. Liz looked at Jim with a little grimace, "I think you enjoy photos like these, so I must make you some. I'll do my best but you'll have to help pose me. I don't see what pleasure you get out of looking at these women on the web, but you must. I found those on sites you frequent. Now what is the first one?"

Jim didn't know what to say. He had looked at many of the photos and visualized his wife Liz in such a pose. Now he was going to get his wish. He was even harder than before. Jim just held up the first photo. Liz tried to strike the pose. When Jim was satisfied she held it as he snapped the photo. There were 100 photos in the box. Liz had them arranged to where 25 were in the bed room. She would then change to the desired costume before moving to the den for 25 more. Then third set of 25 were in the kitchen wearing a different outfit and a wig. The last would be the most difficult for her. They were in the bathroom. 

It was 11 that night when Liz prepared for the last shoot. The first 15 were not too bad but on the 16th one of that set Jim was astounded to see the women covered with cum. Liz did her best to smile as she went to the bedroom to retrieve box that had been in the freezer. She opened it and wanted to cry. The box held Jim's cum filled condoms. She knew to expect 5, for Liz had put that many in the box. But looking down it was apparent Jim had been busier than she would have guessed. When Liz looked up at her husband he blushed.

"Liz you made that file for me to look at and I... then you helped me once ever night... you just looked so sexy I couldn't help myself," he tired to defend himself. 

With mouth opened Liz asked, "How many?"

"I don't know, I had to get some more. You even had me horny enough to do it at work!"

Liz began to sob and dropped to her knees. She looked up and held the first condom by its tip and let the contents drip on to her face. Then placing the condom aside she did the second. All in all there were 37 in the container. When she was finished she opened her eyes as best she could to look at Jim. He was red faced but had a bulge in his pants. Liz tied to smile as Jim took three photos of her. As she posed she held a sign that said "Sluts Facial". Next was a photo of Liz cleaning her face with her finger and sucking it clean. After cleaning her face Liz posed with the empty condoms draped on the body with her sucking cum from the only one full one she had left. The sign this time read "Cum Dump". After disposing of all the condoms in the toilet, Liz posed with a flesh colored dildo in her mouth. The caption on the sign was "Cock Sucker Trainee" 

Liz looked at Jim. "I'll need your help for the last four. She held up a sign that said "Cock Sucking Slut". I need your cock as my prop. I'll let you photo me with your cock in my mouth twice. Then I will suck you off till you cum in my mouth. I'll give you a shot of your cum on my tongue. The last will be me swallowing and showing a clean tongue. Think you're up to that?" Liz asked looking at his swollen cock trapped by Jim's pants. She hoped he was about ready to cum so it wouldn't take long. Liz had never liked oral sex, well not having to perform that is. Now she had to let Jim cum in her mouth then show it. It was all she could do to follow thru with that last act. 

When all the photos were taken Liz stood and took the camera. "Well that's the first box down. I have 4 more to work thru." Her voice began to quiver, "But at least I don't have to that number six! I'll sleep in the guest room again. We'll start box #2 at 8 tomorrow morning." Liz gave Jim a peck on the cheek and slipped by him. In truth she had to exit the room or she would have fucked him right there on the floor. Liz was more turned on by the photo shoot than she wanted to admit to even herself. 

Jim was still horny and lay in bed with his laptop, going thru the file Liz had made for him yet one more time. Since he had gotten the file from Liz on Monday night, Jim had not wanted to surf the web. After pleasing himself twice he finally drifted into sleep. The photo on the screen was Liz holding the panties she had stolen. 

Liz had a hard time going to sleep also, but she didn't indulged herself. That too was part of her punishment. 

At 6 a.m. Liz took coffee to Jim. He was still asleep. Liz sat on the bed looking at her husband. She questioned why she was doing these things? Was it because she found that Jim was on the internet viewing such photos or was it more? In the years they had been married neither one ever opened to the other about their sexual desires and needs. If Liz had, what would she have said? She wondered. Would Jim have confided in her what aroused him? If he had confessed, how would she have responded? As she sipped her coffee Liz looked as Jim lay sleeping. She loved him with all her heart. Her original anger came from the fear Jim tiring of her. She never wanted to lose him, so she had devised the 'game' and made it almost impossible to win. What Liz realized now was she enjoyed what she was 'having to do' in a strange way. Was it 'being forced' so to speak or the humiliation? The thoughts that Jim might share the photos with someone on the web brought a tingle between her legs. 

Finally Liz shook Jim. "Wake up sleepyhead, we have a lot to do today! Coffee's on the night stand. Up and at um!" Liz left the room before Jim could grab her. She didn't want to stop till the game had run its course. 

At 7:30 that Saturday morning Liz opened the second box. "Liz you must have been very unlucky or you didn't try, for now you have to complete another photo shoot. You will feel tight ropes on your body and let the world see you helpless. Hope you don't care about the costumes for they will be rags. Now get to work! You have 4 hours to do 10 bondage positions. You photographer will chose the order." Liz looked at Jim and handed him the ten photo sets. 

Jim thumbed thru them. One was a school girl tied to a post. The second was a business woman tied in a office chair. The third was woman in her panties and bra bound stretched out on a couch. The forth was a woman tied over a kitchen table dressed in a house coat. The fifth was a woman in a body suit hog tied on the floor. Number six was a woman in shorts, tied standing in a garage. The seventh was a woman wearing a jump suite in leg irons and cuffs. Number eight was a woman spread eagle on the bed in a gown. The ninth one was a naked woman in the shower bound to the plumbing. The last was a real treat, maybe the favorite for Jim. A woman tied on her knees, legs spread wide and her head pulled back by a rope in her hair. What she was looking at was a noose hanging from the ceiling. 

As Jim had looked at the photos Liz had gone to the guest room to get her costumes. Each was in a plastic bag much like a cleaners would use. The box was filled with all the needed equipment for Liz's bondage. She was naked and looked to Jim for instruction. 

Jim looked at Liz, "Let's start with this one. We can do the shoot in your office." Liz nodded and said, "if you remember, you can tear or cut the clothes off me as you make the shots. I'll get dressed. There is a timer in the box as well as scissors and a knife. You'll have 20 minutes per shoot. That is to bind me and all. That gives me about 4 minutes between each shoot to dress and do make up. Are you ready to get started?"

At 8 sharp Liz was dressed in a business suit being tied to the chair. Liz didn't care about any of the costumes, for they were all purchased at a thrift shop. And this particular suit didn't fit all that well. 

Jim tied her and began the shoot. He took a photo of her with a frightened look then began to cut the clothing off her. Jim had time to take 20 photos of his wife in various stages of clothing removal. Liz wouldn't have admitted it but it was fun for her. She had enjoyed purchasing the items and now having them cut off. 

One by one she was tied and stripped naked. Jim had that large bulge in his pants the entire time. The school girl was fun and so was the being tied to the post. The couch was comfortable and Liz found it pleasant but it was not as arousing as she wanted. The shorts in the garage had a thrill. Liz was glad she got to change clothes often, for if not she would have exposed her excitement with wet panties. Spread eagle on the bed was frustrating because she could see Jim's arousal. Unfortunately Liz was gagged and couldn't beg to be fucked. The shower was one Liz didn't like and just barely got a tingle from. The jumpsuit and leg irons we ok but Liz was not big on it. Over the table was a thrill and Jim told Liz her pussy was wet and shiny. That added humiliation and more excitement. Then Jim hog tied her on the carpeted floor. Liz bucked and rubbed her sex but only excited herself more. She at that point wouldn't have cared if she had orgasmed in front of Jim. The last one drove Liz over the edge. She was tied kneeling and looking at the noose. Just thinking about what might happen make her cum hard. Jim noticed but since she was gagged he assumed she was just struggling in frustration. 

The shoot ended at noon. Liz was exhausted. But she still cleaned up the mess made and got a long drink of water. Liz went to look for Jim and found him in bed asleep. She sat beside him on the bed and wanted to crawl under the covers with him. Liz wanted Jim more than she had in several years. Maybe even as much as she did on their honeymoon. 

Liz woke at 1:30 that afternoon. She had fallen asleep on the bed in the guest room. She wanted to lay down with Jim but had been afraid she would slip under the cover and ravish her husband. Liz knew if she did that she wouldn't finish the other boxes. In the moments just before sleep over took her, she questioned if that would be all that bad.

After a quick shower and dressing in a tight pair of shorts and a tee shirt Liz went to wake Jim. He was not overly excited to be awakened but he remembered there was more to come. And he didn't want to miss it.




The Game Ch. 02



At 2:00 p.m. Liz opened the third box and read the note inside. "Since you are into the third box you have lost and did not do well in your efforts. You have seen the photos and know what you must do. First you must go purchase the items needed. Make sure you take a friend to help offer suggestions and document your efforts." 

Jim wondered what the instructions meant. Liz began to cry and handed the group of photos to him. What Jim saw was more of the photos from the sites he visited. All showed a woman inserting or with something inserted in some sexual way. Some were in her pussy, others in her ass and while still others were in her mouth. Jim was shocked and looked into the box to see a large selection of dildos. The last paper in the pile was a suggestion list. Jim smiled wickedly. Liz sobbed. 

Jim got ready to go. Liz didn't rush him, for she knew the time limit for the section. It would be finished at 6 p,m. with or without having to make any of those horrible photographs. The thought struck her again, would Jim post any that she made for him on the internet?

While Jim showered and dressed, Liz touched up her makeup. She had been thru so much already, the fatigue was showing on her face. She did the best she could but was unable to hide the fact. It was 2:30 before Jim was ready to drive her to the grocery store. Jim took the camera. He discreetly took photos of Liz purchasing cucumbers, carrots, zucchini squash, banana's, and leaks. Last Liz picked out a ginger root. Jim did get a little education that day on vegetables. On they went with the buggy and purchased some long thin bottles with, ketchup, olive oil, and sodas. The house wares department was where they picked up a rolling pin and a turkey baster. The last on the list was a box of popsicles. Liz cringed at the thoughts. 

Next they stopped at a home improvement center. In that store they picked up some large dowel rods, plastic pipe with glue end caps, and then some rubber hoses. The man was curious as to why each was purchased in such short lengths. Luckily Jim explained that it was due to not knowing the exact size needed. The cashier shrugged and asked if it wouldn't have been easier to measure the size. 

Last stop was a drug store. Liz had to purchase two boxes of condoms, several tubes of K-Y jelly, and a large container of Vaseline. That was the most embarrassing for Liz. And to make matters worse she would learn later that Jim had recorded the act for later viewing. 

Back home they had just over two hours to complete the photos shoot. As before Liz had to smile for the camera. To make it more interesting Jim set Liz up in the kitchen for the vegetables. She had to sit on a chair legs spread and see what she could get into her pussy, ass and mouth. She had to suck on each thing before it made entrance into her body. The carrots were easy to get in her ass and looked interesting in the photos. Liz found that the cucumbers and squash were difficult to get into her pussy. The worse was the ginger root. It burned in her sore holes. But with the help of a lot of lubricant she managed to soothe the burn and get all into her body. Jim even got Liz a tub of butter to use. She was almost in tears before she left the kitchen. The den was where Liz used the things purchased at the home supply center and the rolling pin. That was difficult but Liz managed with the liberal use of Vaseline. Jim picked the bed room to insert the bottles and the last set was taken in the bathroom where Liz had to use the large selection of dildos. 

Thinking she had completed the assignment with only 5 minutes to spare Jim come up with the popsicles. Liz wanted to refuse but Jim just pointed at the clock. He placed her on the bed with three towels folded under her. Jim inserted the long cold cherry Popsicle into her sore and stretched pussy. In spite of herself Liz's nipples hardened as she shivered. Jim recorded it all on the digital camera. 

Finally the time was up. Jim pulled what remained of the frozen treat out of Liz's body. He smiled as he threw it into the commode. Liz lay on the bed and was not prepared for what happened next. Jim sprang on the bed and buried his face between her legs. Soon Liz was having s strong orgasm, her second in the last week and a half. 

Jim climbed off and thanked Liz. When he got up to wash his face Liz headed out to take a bath and clean her body. She knew there were two boxes to go and they only got worse. All she could do was try to rest up, for the next was going to be painful and trying. 

At 6:00 p.m. it was time for the forth box. . The instructions read, "You have suffered much but must not have learned your lesson. You need to be spanked to remind you of your failure. In the box are the needed items that will help show you the true path. And others might be found that would also be useful. The photo will give you some hints of what you will receive."

Liz handed Jim a set of photos. He was amazed and taken back by what he saw. All were of women receiving or that had received corporal punishment. Jim looked in the box. There was a flogger, a strap, a thin short cane, a crop and wooden paddle. Also in the box were restraints that could be used. Hand cuffs, legs shackles, leather cuffs and ropes to pull then tight. Liz stripped naked and stood waiting orders. 

"Let's head to the garage for the first shoot," Jim suggested in a strong voice. 

Liz headed to the cool garage. She was happy they had left their cars in the drive way. Placing cuffs on her wrists Jim pulled her arms toward the rafters. Liz looked over her shoulders with a mixture of fear and excitement to see what Jim would use first. 

Jim began with the flogger. He worked slowly on the back and legs. Liz danced with the touch of the whip. Jim paused to snap photos. He couldn't believe Liz was allowing him to do this to her. Liz couldn't believe how turned on she was. 

Forgotten was the cool air, for heat filled both their bodies. Sweat poured off both as the shoot continued. When Liz's body was pink from the flogging Jim lowered her arms and make her kneel. With leg shackles and a rope to her shoulders Liz was trapped I a kneeling position. Liz looked up at Jim wondering what was next. Jim unzipped his pants. His cock sprang into her face. Jim wanted relief and stepped closer. Liz closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Taking her husband between her lips Liz began to work. Her excitement was apparent. She found herself wanting Jim to cum in her mouth this time. She needed to cum but in a strange way she was getting pleasure from sucking Jim's cock. Liz had never enjoyed it so much before. 

Breathing thru her nose she took in his musky smell. Liz felt his hands on the back of her head. Jim spoke, "Look at me Liz when you suck my cock!" He said it with authority. Liz's eyes sprang open and she looked up. Her eyes met his. She saw his lust and she felt her own. In a way she was not sucking Jim, it was more he was fucking her mouth. Soon he erupted in her mouth so strongly that some of the cum shot out her nose. It was humiliating and exciting. Liz strangely felt almost as good as if she had cum herself. 

Jim didn't clean her but he did get a few photos of her messy face before he led Liz to the kitchen. There he bent her over the table and tied her arms to the far legs. Liz found her ankles were tied to the adjacent table legs to spread her legs. She wondered what she looked like and she felt a tingle in her sex. She would see later, for Jim took many photos of her spread. 

In the kitchen Jim used the cane and the paddle. Liz was sobbing but still enjoying it as he turned her bottom red. Many photos later, Liz was taken to the den and bent over the back of the couch. In that place and position her sore bottom felt the sting of the strap and crop. Again she was crying when Jim finished his work. The last shots were of Liz standing in the corner with her red bottom shining. 

When the clock said 10:00 p.m. Liz's ordeal was over. With the forth box that is. She knew she still faced the fifth box. She did have the comfort of knowing the sixth box was not to be her fate. She wondered how those 4 hours would have played out. A mixture of pain and fear rushed over her exhausted body. 

Two hours of rest and the last box would be opened. The time would be 4 a.m. when she was done. Liz wanted it that way. She would need to rest the balance of the weekend to be able to face Monday. 

At 10 minutes to midnight Liz knelt beside the chest removing the 5th and her last box. She opened the envelope attached and began to read. "You have quite a lot to endure over the next four hours. You have seen the photos and know what's in store. I hope this teaches you a lesson. You shouldn't play games if you aren't ready to pay the piper so to speak. Now you will have four sessions this trip and have time to make plenty of photos. Better get started now. Time is a wasting!"

Liz began to cry as she removed all her clothing. Jim watched and had a hit of excitement in his eyes. When Liz was naked she handed the box to Jim to open. She didn't wait for his examination of the contents; instead Liz went to the living room and knelt on the floor.

Jim looked in the box. On top were more photos taken from his secret files. These were of what one might call 'breast torture'. The first set of 10 photos was of women that had their lovely breasts bound tightly. Many of the women had expressions of pain as their breasts were colored from pink to purple. Jim hated to admit it but the photos gave him an erection. Why did he get aroused seeing a woman's breasts being abused? The next 10 were of women with their breasts in a press or clamps of some sort on their nipples. Digging deeper in the pile he found shots of wax coated breasts. All that continued to add to the erection in Jim's pants. The last were of beautiful breasts being flogged or showing the marks of a whip. 

Jim sat on the bed. He put the photos aside to see what the box held. He began to sort thru the contents. There were lengths of soft rope, a bag of strong rubber bands, long thin nylon zip ties, and a ball of course string. Deeper he found three sets of nipple clamps, one the clover leave design that tighten as they are pulled, a set that were tightened with adjustment screws and the last set were spring loaded alligator clips. Another items was a plastic bag with 24 wooden spring loaded clothed pins. For wax there were 4 candles, 2" in diameter and 6" long. There were in four colors, red, blue, purple and black. The last two things in the box were a black wooden breast press with three screws and a black flogger with a 4" handle and 9 strips of leather strap 14" long. 

Jim sat and looked at all the items. He was caught between the excitement of what the items meant and the knowledge of the pain they would inflict on his wife. He took a few minutes to calm himself and decide if he could complete this task. He reasoned that it was Liz's idea to play this game. It was her that had made the rules. She collected the equipment and outlined each session. For that reason alone Jim would do his best to complete this last session. 

Jim looked at the clock. He had used 10 minutes of his time. Taking the box in his hand he went to find Liz. Walking into the den he found his wife kneeling in the center of the floor. She had tears on her cheeks but she did not make a sound. Near Liz, and to her left, stood a strait back chair. On the seat of the chair was a photo of how it might be used. On the coffee table were all the straps that would be needed to secure Liz to that chair. 

Jim felt his heart race. He wasted no time putting Liz in the chair backwards and strapped her in place. With hands cuffed behind her back Liz's breast were displayed over the back of wooden chair. Jim bent down and kissed Liz. Neither would believe the way she kissed back.

Looking at the table Jim saw the ball gag. "Liz do you want the gag?"

Liz looked down and whispered, "Not till I need it. I'll do my best to let you hear my moans and groans. If it gets too much, you'll have to gag me or we'll have the cops here."

Jim took the white roped and began to bind Liz's left breast. She watched in horrid excitement as it began to swell. But she felt wetness on the seat of the chair. Liz hoped Jim didn't notice. She did however see the bulge in the front of his pants. 

Liz watched one breast swell as Jim did the other. When both were bound he stopped for some photos. He made Liz look at the camera with pain filled eyes. He got a dozen shots before he tried a different binding. Liz moaned as much as Jim removed the ropes as she did when he place them. The second set of photos was shots with a series of zip ties on her tits. They were thinner and bit into the flesh more. Again photos taken, then the binding were cut off her breasts bringing the same pain as the ropes. 

The third set of photos was with multiple rubber bands on her breasts. They cut into her flesh too and were tight enough to make her breasts change color. More photos were taken. The last in the chair were with the course string wrapping and encasing her tits till they looked like brown logs sticking out in front of her body.

Finally that first hour was over and Jim was ready to use the press. Although Liz had purchased that device days earlier, she had not tried it out to see its effect. She wanted to feel it the first time at the hands of her master. For the next hour her breasts were subjected to pressure, and clothes pins. Jim loved to experiment with the nipple clamps and torment Liz's tender flesh. By the time Jim had the alligator spring clamps in his hand Liz was begging for the gag. Jim had many lovely photos before the second hour was over. 

The third hour was used to coat Liz's breasts with wax. All four candles were used and documented. There was pain both in the application of the wax and the removal. It was interesting to see the different colors of wax on her soft white breast flesh.  

The last hour was used to flog her already sore breasts. Jim took his time and painted her tit flesh pink then red, photographing each stage. When it was over Liz was a wreck but not as she had expected. She was so horny she wanted to take Jim right then and there. She fought the urge and cleaned up all the items placing them back in the chest and locking it closed. 

Looking at her husband in the early hours of the morning, Liz explained, "Jim I'm going to sleep in the guest room from now till next weekend. Give me the camera and I'll complete my part. Now good-night!"

Liz was just anxious to get away from her husband before she raped him. Liz slept but she didn't rest all that well. She had not only a welled up sexual desire but also the confusion as to why she had found it all so arousing. 

Liz stayed in bed till after noon. The door was locked because she didn't want to see Jim. It was not anger, more a fear she wouldn't have the will power keep to her plan. Going to the shower Liz started the water and took a look at her body in the full length mirror on the wall. She had marks from the whipping on her breasts and on her stomach. As she touched them she felt a tingle in her sex. Turning she looked over her shoulder to see what had been done to her ass. That part of her body had marks showing as well. She touched them and felt a stronger tingle. Knowing she had best get washed, Liz stepped into the shower. The water felt good but all too soon Liz had to get out because it was stimulating her more than she wanted at the moment. 

At 2 that Sunday afternoon Liz slipped out of her sanctuary and went to the kitchen. She got a snack and found Jim asleep on the couch. The TV was blaring out a sports game, but the noise had no affect on the sleeping man. Liz smiled and headed to get Jim's lap top computer. She down loaded the first set of photos from her punishment into a file on his computer. She placed the file with the photos and videos of the 'game' they had played together. 

She had completed that chore with the computer put in place before Jim awoke. Liz went back to her room and locked the door. She was glad she hadn't been seen her husband. Soon she was snuggled into bed and sleeping soundly. 

Monday she awoke early and was gone before Jim got up. He was disappointed but felt he would see her that evening. What he found when he got home that night was a note and another box of condoms. Liz said she would be at a seminar the rest of the week. Jim wasn't happy but sat down to enjoy the photos Liz had loaded for him. He was most pleased to see the new file. He saw the photos of his wife covered with his cum and couldn't resist the urge. He rationalized that if Liz wasn't home to take care of him he had that right. 

Liz came in late, after Jim was asleep and loaded the second set of photos from her punishment in his lap top. She was again gone before he woke up. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were the same. Jim was getting frustrated but he did have the nightly pleasure of the new files. On Thursday Jim got an email from Liz. It said he would need to have 500 cash by Friday night. He was instructed to place it on the entry hall table. It was for a surprise she said. Liz also informed Jim she would not be home till Saturday afternoon. 

Jim was more than a little upset. He had been without his wife in their bed for three weeks and Liz hadn't been willing to allow his touch for a month before that. All because of some photos she had found on his computer. True they were pornographic and not just naked women. They were what might be classed as B/D and light SM. Many of the photos were designed to degrade and humiliate the female. Why he enjoyed them and more precisely why did he saved them Jim, could not answer. 

He thought with humiliation how he had filled so many condoms. And most, if not all had been as a result of looking at the photos he had taken of Liz. It was strange to him that he would never consider placing them on the web for other men to view. No, they were his and his alone. He didn't mind looking at other women as Liz had pointed out. And those women were wives and daughters of other men. And he had been aroused to see captions of a woman made to serve other men orally. To see photos of a woman with cum covering her was most exciting. But when Liz spoke of sucking another man's cock Jim had slapped her. He didn't mean to hurt her; it was just his jealousy. 

Yes he loved the photos he had taken of Liz and the humiliating things she had done in her game as she called it. But they were his and his alone. He would not share them with anyone. He had made Liz expose herself at the adult book store but that was to show the perverted clerk what was his and his alone. Something a wormy creep like the clerk would never have. 

Jim had no idea why he would need $500 but he did as he was told. He had not seen Liz since Sunday and all he had was some e-mails. He suspected she was coming and going from the house but he had no evidence. But there was the fact that each day another file folder appeared on his laptop. And the bedroom door was always locked not allowing Jim to see just what that room held. 

Friday night came and Jim went home. He was expecting to find Liz as had been the case the last two Friday evening. But he was disappointed to find the house empty. He did find a note reminding him to have the money on the table by 9 that night. 

Jim thought about heading out to get something to eat but didn't. He found something to eat then got a beer. He sat in the den watching TV for a few minutes but that didn't hold his interest. What was on his mind was Liz. When she came in tomorrow he would put an end to this. She was his wife and she would start acting like it again. No more sleeping in separate beds. He would not allow her to play any more silly games. 




The Game Ch. 02



Finally mostly out of frustration Jim got up and retrieved his lap top. After a few minutes he was so involved in reviewing the photos and videos Liz had so graciously uploaded for him. When he heard the door bell Jim looked up. The program on the TV was nothing he had started watching, and the time was 9. Wondering who might be calling at that hour Jim walked to the door. He was hoping it wasn't a neighbor wife looking for Liz.

When he opened the door he got a shock. There was Liz standing on the porch, but was she different. Her hair was pink. Jim had just got use to the short blond style but now pink? And another thing Liz was in a long coat. It fell well below her knees. And on her feet she wore some thick sole sandals that exposed bright pink toe polish. 

After a moment of looking at his wife in this new fashion Liz spoke, "Hi, I'm Kandy. That's with a K. I come over cause somebody said you might need some company. You gonna invite me in or do I gotta go someplace else?"

Jim stepped back and invited her in. Liz walked to the hall table and picked up the $500.00. "I see you know what I cost." She looked hard at Jim, "This is my money isn't it?"

Jim just shook his head yes. Liz smiled. She took her coat off and laid it with her purse on the hall table. 

Jim was just staring at her. Liz had dark heavy makeup all accented in pink. Her top was a tight revealing blouse that ended just below her breasts. It was easy to see the lower cups of the pink bra she wore. Her midriff was bare and the skirt was a hip hugger they started well below her navel. Not only was the skirt low on her hips it just did cover her ass. 

"I hope you like what you got. I mean there was other girls that could come." She smiled, "But that's what I want to help you with. Somebody said you been without a while. I sure hope so cause I'm ready for some action."

Jim was still speechless. Liz looked at her watch, "Look honey you only got 5 hours. Well that's what you paid for. I don't care how we spend it but I'll do about anything you want."

Jim at that moment didn't care about the game, the money or her dress. He just wanted his wife. Stepping to her he pulled her into an embrace. It felt good to have her against him. Jim kissed Liz. She tried hard not to respond but she couldn't manage that. The kiss lasted longer then she wanted. It was not a lack of enjoyment, it was more trying to play her part. 

When they broke for air she managed. "Wow boy, you do seem to be in need. Give a girl a drink before you sweep her off her feet.'

Jim took Liz to the den and made her a drink. She had asked for whisky, unusual for Liz. She took the glass and quickly drained it as Jim sipped his. "Now what's it you want first and I think you're Jim?"

"I just want you."

"I see and what part of me you want first big boy?"

Jim walked around the bar and picked Liz up in his arms. He carried her to their bedroom. He put her on the bed and began to tear off his clothes. When he was naked he found Liz kneeling ready to take him in her mouth. Jim didn't argue. For Liz never liked to do that for him. But as she played the part of 'Kandy' she was more than willing. 

Jim stood back enjoyed the new found talent of Liz as she worked on him. Liz was only concentrating on his pleasure. She licked the tip of his cock and sucked it tightly between her lips. She massaged his balls with one hand as she used her other hand to stroke his length that wasn't in her mouth. Liz wanted to take her time and let her man enjoy the treat she had denied him too long. 

Jim was straining to hold back but it had been too long. He wanted and needed to cum by other than his own manual attention. He fought the desire to hold Liz's head and rape her mouth. He didn't want to do that because it would rush the moment. But all too soon he was erupting with force into Liz's mouth. She didn't mind and held him between her lips till he was soft. Slowly she pulled away allowing her mouth to clean his cock as she did. 

Looking up at Jim she smiled. "Guess that gets us started. Now let me get my clothes off and we'll do some real fun."

Jim watched as 'Kandy' stripped in front of him. He had seen Liz naked many times but something was a little different watching her removing her clothes that night. It was more like a strip tease then just taking her clothes off. 

Liz didn't hurry and did her best to keep Jim interested with a lot of eye contact, smiles and teasing. When she was naked she waked to him and put her arms around his neck. She nibbles his ear lobe, blew in his ear, then whispered in a husky voice, "Big boy I want that cock in me. Take my pussy or ass, it's your for the next few hours."

Jim picked Liz up and put her on the bed. He looked down at the body. He saw her pubic hair. It was as pink as the hair on her head. Liz noticed. "Well you can't say the drapes and carpet don't match."

Jim didn't respond he just climbed between her spread legs. Jim was surprised when Liz slipped a condom on him. "Can't be too careful" she said. Jim didn't waste any more time and quickly thrust into a warm wet and willing pussy. Liz was doing her best to play a prostitute and talked dirty to Jim. She was doing all she could to get Jim off. She wanted to satisfy the man she had deprived for weeks. 

Jim was attacking Liz like a savage brute, but she didn't complain. In fact she met each thrust with one of her own. Jim had a thought, this woman was so different than his wife that is might just be a double. As that thought crossed his mind he erupted and filled the condom deep in Liz's womb. 

Jim collapsed on top of Liz completely spent. She hugged him close and whispered 'thank you' in his ear. In a few minutes Jim was on his back beside Liz. She had rolled onto her stomach and was snugged next to him. Liz was letting one hand tease Jim's limp cock. 

Liz was doing all she could do to stimulate Jim. She talked to him and manipulated his cock. Liz wanted Jim at least one more time before she left. And she intended to leave at 2 that morning. Jim was paying for 5 hours with a whore and Liz intended to deliver the service she had taken the money for. 

"Big boy you aren't quitting on me are you?" Liz asked.

"Just give me a minute. That really took a lot out of me. My wife has kinda cut me off for the last few weeks. I'm a little out of practice."

"Shame on that women. Tell you what, anytime you need a little... that woman you got won't put out, you just call me. I gladly take all you got." Liz remarked then added, "For a price."

"I guess I had better get busy if I want my money's worth!" Jim snapped.

"You just relax big boy. I'm the one to do all the work tonight." Liz kissed her way down Jim's stomach. Soon she had him in her mouth. It took more work to get Jim hard then either appreciated. When he was hard she again coated him with latex.

When Liz had her man hard she climbed on top of him and sank down impaling herself on his member. It somehow felt different to her. Jim seemed to fill her more and touch her in a way she had not felt in many years. Liz closed her eyes and worked to massage Jim with her sex. She took her time and would smile down at Jim as she 'fucked' her husband. 

Several times she bent forward and offered her breasts to Jim. And the feel of his mouth on her nipples brought a tingle that energized her. She wanted to make this last, for she had just over three hours to go. 

Jim didn't know what to think about this change in the woman he had married. But then again the last few weeks had been unique to say the least. All he wanted to do was lay back and enjoy what he was being so graciously given. 

Liz was getting tired when Jim filled a condom in her pussy. She leaned forward and let their lips meet. The kiss was slow but rewarding. "Just a little kiss big boy, you know I can't get too attached to you. If I did I might come to see you without you paying." With that Liz gave a throaty laugh.

It took both a few minutes to recuperate. When Liz climbed off she stripped the filled condom off Jim. She also located the first one that had been discarded on the bed covers. Getting up to go to the bathroom she asked Jim if he wanted her to flush them, or did he have other plans. Jim understood and said he would take care of them later. He then got up to join Liz in the bathroom. Jim needed to pee. Liz helped him do just that. Afterwards she washed him clean. 

Jim waited for her to do her business. Liz was a little embarrassed to have to pee in front of the man she had been married to for so many years, but she managed. That complete she made a show of washing herself with the same rag she had used on Jim.  

Back on the bed Liz lay on her back with her legs spread in an invitation. Jim lay beside her and played with her body as he sucked her hard nipples. Later in the night Jim was making love to Liz slowly and tenderly. The coupling lasted half an hour. When they were finished they lay cuddled. They both dozed off. 

Liz woke up and found she had just 15 left. She looked at Jim. He was sleeping so peacefully she debated on leaving him. But she didn't, she began to suck him off again. Jim woke half way through and began to fuck her face. Just at the stoke of 2 Jim shot a load of cum into Liz's mouth. She sucked him clean and got up. 

Without a word she began to dress. "Where you going?" Jim asked. 

"Big boy all you paid for was 5 hours and your time is up. I got other things to do now."

"Where you going at this hour?"

"No questions big boy, I didn't ask any about your life." 

"But it's 2 in the morning?"

"Others got needs too! But if that wife of your cut you off, just call me. All I cost is 100 an hour. Here's my number, just leave a message for Kandy. Now I got to go, but remember I'll always available for you."

Jim tried to reason with Liz but she completed dressing and left. 

Jim went to bed confused, a little angry but completely sexually satisfied. 

He got up on Saturday and wondered the house. He found the guest room unlocked. He went in just to see why it had been off limits to him. He noticed nothing had changed except the closet had a locked door knob. 

Jim passed the morning like most and was watching TV when he heard the garage door open. He got up to meet his wife in the hall. She came in with two suitcases and her computer case. She was wearing a business suite like she would wear to an important meeting. Jim was again a little shocked. Liz had black hair again. It looked as if she had just come from a beauty parlor. And her makeup looked more like she was going on a date then coming in from a seminar. She grabbed Jim and gave him a passionate kiss, "Jim I love you and have missed you so." 

Jim responded, "I love you to babe, and I need you home with me. I don't ever want to be without you that long again."

"Really Jim you missed me that much?" Liz asked with tears in her eyes. 

Jim held her and kissed her tear stained cheeks. 

Liz pushed back and looked at her husband. "Jim I'm so glad to know you missed me. I found a book and have been reading it at the seminar. It's called "The Perfect Wife". I was published in the 60. I found it at a used book store. I think I understand what a wife should be now." Liz held up an old paper back that had seen a lot of use. 

"Now I want to show you something, then ask you a favor before I show you the present I brought you. Will you take my bags to our room?"

In the room with her bags on the bed Liz began to unpack. From the first bag she removed a dozen pairs of her panties. She looked at Jim. "Jim can I show you something that I'm a little embarrassed about?"

Jim stepped up to her to see. Liz held up a pair of black panties. The crotch of the lingerie showed a lot of white stains. "Jim I have been thinking about you and what all I've missed every day I had to sit in those boring meeting. I messed up all my panties thinking about you. I'm so ashamed."

"Why are you ashamed? Unless you were thinking of another man!" Jim's jealousy was expressing himself. 

Liz stepped to Jim and kissed him, "No Jim, you are the only man I ever want to touch me. In fact I have found a female doctor to change to so that no other man will see me. Tell me and I'll make that change. But how will you feel about a woman putting her hand on me there?" Liz didn't wait for an answer she kissed Jim and let her hands find his cock. He was hard. 

Breaking the kiss, "Now the favor, will you trim my bush and shave my lips. I want to always be fresh and ready for you."

Jim helped Liz undress and was surprised to see her pubic hair dark again. He did enjoy trimming and shaving his wife. Until that day Liz had always refused to spend that effort on her nether lips. 

The gift Liz had for Jim was a see thru gown. She wore it that night but the real present was Liz giving her body freely and completely to her man. 

After a rewarding round of sex Jim propped up on one elbow and looked at Liz, "What was in that last box?"

Liz smiled, "I guess if I'm ever a neglectful wife again I'll have to play another game so you can find out."



The Game Ch. 02



PART 2 – HALF-TIME?

I was hungover. 

When I first opened my eyes, even the weak sunlight filtering through the curtains felt like someone was pushing sharpened icicles into my eyes, while the first attempt to raise my head from the pillow was an abject and painful failure. Even Jeanie's whispered; "Morning, Love... how're you feeling?" sounded like the roar of a hungry tigress announcing the triumphant killing of her prey.

Slowly, and cautiously I turned over to face her, trying to ignore the dizziness and the evil being who was trying to scrape my eyeballs from the insides. Gradually, as my blurred vision had cleared a little, I saw that my wife was lying on her side, balanced on one elbow, and facing towards me with an uncertain smile on her lovely, elfin face. Somehow, with her blonde hair tousled and in disarray, she managed to look even more beautiful than when it was neatly styled.

The covers had slipped to reveal the top half of her naked body, and my gaze was automatically drawn to her small, firm breasts. They were, of course, as beautiful as ever; but as I looked at them it immediately brought back the memory of the night before – and the realisation that other hands and other lips had been allowed the freedom to tease, to fondle and to enjoy them.

"Are you alright, Love?" she whispered with a note of anxiety in her voice, "You look very pale."

"My head hurts," I managed to growl, wondering who had swapped my tongue for a sanding block.

"I'll get you some painkillers," she said, "There's some in my bag." And even the slight shift of the mattress as she climbed out of bed – rather gingerly, I noticed – was enough to start my head spinning again. Moments later, she returned with a couple of white tablets and a glass of chilled, bottled water from the minibar. The tablets were difficult to swallow, but the water was very welcome and I drained the glass greedily. When she took the glass from me, she poured the remaining contents of the bottle into it. Took a couple of sips to swallow some tablets herself, and handed it back to me.

"Have you got a sore head, too?" I asked, disingenuously.

"Errm... not my head... no," she replied, and looked for my reaction. I looked away and sipped the cool water. As she'd been standing there, I'd already noticed that her pubic hair was matted and there appeared to be patches of dried seminal fluid on her inner thighs. I thought I'd been inconspicuous about noticing it, but my wife is a very perceptive lady. "Right," she said, "I'm going to run a bath and have a good long soak in it... see if it can sort me out...." And then she was gone from view and a minute or so later I heard the water pouring into the bath.

"If you need the bathroom," she called, "You'd better make it soon!"

She was right, I did need it and, as her bath was running, I introduced the contents of my stomach to the porcelain bowl; discovering, not for the first time, that no matter how good Irish whiskey tasted on the way down, it was pretty vile when it came back up!

After that, I tried to lie down again, but every time I closed my eyes coloured circles danced on the lids and, after a while, I gave it up as a bad job and just sat staring at the unbelievably bland print of a woodlands scene hanging disconsolately on one of the walls. Eventually, I rose precariously to my feet again - having made the decision that I needed to relieve myself and to take a shower. Timidly, I knocked on the bathroom door and asked Jeanie if she was going to be much longer.

"No... not long! Come in... it's not locked!" she called out and then, when I tentatively opened the door and stepped into the steam-filled room, she said; "You don't normally knock when you know I'm in the bath. What's wrong?"

I shrugged, helplessly, knowing that I still wasn't capable of understanding how I felt, let alone explaining it. The fact that I was, even in that somewhat tender state, delighted by the sight of her beautiful, slender, naked body, was compromised by the thought that it was no longer my personal preserve. Only a few short hours before, that gorgeous body had been displayed to another man; to a younger, more vigorous and more virile man than I could ever hope to become. For several hours his hands had wandered freely over that firm and radiant flesh; his lips had tasted all the sweetness of even the most intimate places without restriction, his erect penis had invaded and thrilled her and, not only had he sated her, he might well have impregnated her too.

The idea had thrilled me. The reality had shocked me. The aftermath had left me totally confused.

Perhaps it was something about the way I looked at her that made her suddenly uncomfortable, because she had the large, white towel wrapped around her almost before she'd finished climbing out of the bath.

"Jeanie?" I began, not knowing where to look or what to say.

"It's alright, Love," she responded softly, and briefly lifted her hand to stroke my cheek, "You don't have to say anything. We can talk later... when we get home." And then she went through to the bedroom, leaving me to wonder what she'd meant about 'getting home.'

There was steaming hot coffee waiting by the time I was dried and dressed, and I asked about home immediately.

"I need to go home today... this afternoon," she told me.

"But... why?"

"Because Greg said he was going to stay here for another night or two."

There was a silence as I tried to absorb what she was telling me... and to make some sense of it.

"Don't you see?" she asked, as gently as she could. "He wants to continue the affair with me. He practically begged me to meet him in the lobby again tonight."

"And you don't want to?"

"Jesus!" she sighed in complete exasperation, "You really don't understand, do you?"

Well, to be honest, she was definitely right about that, as my befuddled look probably revealed.

"Listen... sit down before you spill your coffee... then listen very carefully to what I'm saying," she instructed as patiently as she could.

"Okay... last night," she began, then paused to take a deep breath, "I was completely out of control. And I'm still not a hundred per cent certain what caused it." I went to say something but she shushed me as she tried to put her thoughts in order.

"Firstly, I was mad as hell at you for trying to set me up like that. Oh... I know... I didn't have to go along with it. I could have said a simple 'no' in the first place and just gone back to our room. But it felt like you were... I don't know... trying to control me, as well as challenging me to see how far I'd dare to go... and I hated it. That was why I agreed to have dinner with Greg... just to show you that you shouldn't try to play games with me... and I'm putting at least half the blame for that onto you!

"Don't get me wrong... the rest of it was down to me. It was down to me being so flattered by the attentions of an attractive young man; it was down to me for being prepared to relax and enjoy his company. I'd love to say it was also partly down to the wine... but that would only be an excuse, really... and...."

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, so I went to stand up to take her in my arms and comfort her, but she waved me back.

"No... please, Love... just listen for a moment. Okay?" she insisted, "I've got to get this clear." She paused, took another breath, and went on;

"I'm trying to be totally honest, Love... and I'm sorry if any of this hurts you... but I've got to say it. The sex I had with Greg was superb! It was wild, it was passionate... it was completely uncontrolled; and I loved it!

"I'm not like you... I've never been with anyone else. Until last night, you were my first and only and I'd never wanted anyone else. But last night was new... it was different. It was also extremely scary being with someone else, believe it or not... and there was a sense of wickedness about it... a feeling of doing something that I wasn't allowed to do, I suppose. And it all combined to make me behave the way I did. That's the only explanation I've been able to come up with.

"Yes... being young, he was able to recover quickly and be vigorous... and to do it however many times...."

"Four!" I said instantly, and she gave a weak smile.

"I thought you'd remember," She said, "Anyway... enough to make me feel really good at the time and rather sore afterwards... a bit like your Irish whiskey! But there was something else, Love. There was something I didn't... couldn't have... known about...."

"Don't say it, Jeanie... please," I asked.

"I have to... I can't keep it to myself and just pretend it doesn't matter."

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment or two, breathed deeply, then took hold of my hands and waited until I managed to meet her gaze before saying;

"He wanted to give me a baby. He really wanted to make me pregnant. That was what made it so special!"

I couldn't meet her gaze for long. I dropped my eyes and she released my hands so I could get back to my coffee.

"To answer your question, Love. I want to leave because, while I'm here, in the same hotel as him, I'll feel tempted. You asked whether I wanted to meet him in the lobby tonight... well, the truthful answer is that I probably do want to... but I'm not going to. That's why we're going home. I don't want to be anywhere near temptation with the way I'm feeling... not at the moment, anyway!"

The journey was a long one, and a pretty quiet one, too. I knew exactly what was bugging Jeanie, but it was one of the very few things – possibly the only one – that I didn't really want to discuss with her again. It was early evening by the time we arrived. Sharing the driving duties, we'd stopped for a meal at a service station that was almost as insipid as our conversation – and we were both tired. Certainly, neither of us was prepared for what was to come.

It started innocently enough; a weary climb up the stairs to the bedroom, and then we stood beside our bed and looked at each other. Slowly, and tentatively, we both seemed to reach out at the same time; my arms closed around her and I found that she was holding onto me with all of her strength. There was a kiss, as soft as a breath of wind, and then we stepped back a little and began to undress.

I didn't delay – I can't bring myself to even consider that there's anything attractive about watching an overweight, 43-year-old man undress – so my trousers and sweatshirt were soon gone, my shoes kicked aside, and I was sat on the bed to pull my socks off by the time Jeanie had removed her sweater and unfastened her impossibly-tight jeans. Socks disposed of, I paused to watch – there is something utterly compulsive about watching a beautiful, 27-year-old female undress – as she literally peeled the jeans from her legs. Then she looked at me with a very uneasy smile as she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.

As it came unfastened and slid down her arms to reveal the breasts I adored, an uninvited and unwanted image sprang into my mind as I remembered her saying how exciting it had been when she'd first pressed her 'tits' – yes, 'tits,' that was the word she'd used – against Greg's hairy chest. And then, of course, it all flooded back to me again; how enjoyable it had been when he'd caressed them and teased her nipples with his hands and his mouth and, suddenly, I felt what I can only describe as a surge of raging lust.

Without thinking I reached out, putting my arm around her narrow waist and drawing her so roughly to me that her feet almost left the floor. My mouth quickly found hers and my tongue virtually forced its way inside while my right hand grabbed and squeezed a small breast. I heard her gasp as I began to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and then, after a moment or two, she pulled back and pushed my hand away saying; "You're hurting me!"

Normally, the thought of hurting my beautiful partner would have been abhorrent to me but, on this occasion, it barely registered at all. I muttered something that could have been construed as an apology, then went back to kissing her face and neck while my hands moved down to grasp the waistband of her pants and begin tugging them down. If my mind hadn't been befogged by the strange, frenzied lust, I would have noticed that Jeanie wasn't at all comfortable with the unfamiliarity of my behaviour but I was, helplessly, seeing the images that her description of the night before had placed in my mind.

When my mouth moved down to her nipple, I was picturing Greg kissing, licking and sucking on them... just as I was doing; and then, when I'd eased her back onto the bed, completely removed her knickers and begun to gorge on her beautiful entrance with my lips and tongue, I could almost hear Greg's voice saying how he'd love to get his face between her legs... and Jeanie saying that he'd been 'really good' at that! I couldn't help it; the images were fixed – they were part of a new, and changed, reality.

My wife, my lovely Jeanie, was doing her best to respond to my efforts. As I inserted one finger into her, and then a second one, I wondered if Greg had done the same. I couldn't recall it being mentioned.

"Gently, Love... please," I heard her whisper, "I'm still just a tiny bit... Ow!" she suddenly yelped because, carelessly, I'd shoved my fingers into her much too firmly – right up to the knuckles. She was, in fact, barely damp inside... certainly not lubricated enough for that kind of treatment. 

Even so, I didn't say 'sorry' because I didn't think it necessary; instead, I withdrew the fingers and went back to teasing her clitoris with my lips and tongue.

I could feel that it was – slowly – beginning to work; could feel the tension beginning to gradually drain from her body, but it was a process that would take more time and patience than I was able to muster. With no thought other than that I wanted to be inside her – to be making her react the way that Greg had made her – I practically tore off my final garment and, purely from habit, reached for the drawer where I always kept a plentiful supply of condoms.

"No! No condoms!" She almost begged. "I want it to be you... not...."

"Me? Are you sure it's me you really want?" I rasped, far more harshly than my lovely wife deserved.

"Oh, God, Love!" she almost whimpered, "I never wanted anyone else... just you. You know that! You know it!" As she spoke, I was looking into her eyes and there was no disingenuity there, and no artifice; there was only a look of real hurt - and a love that I almost certainly didn't deserve. Suddenly, the anger drained from me and, as if I'd woken up from a nightmare, I was back to the reality of my own Jeanie – to the beautiful and caring partner that I wanted to share the whole of eternity with. Emotion began to overcome me as she reached her arms out and drew me into a gentle embrace.

"Oh, Jeanie... I'm sorry...."

""I know... it's alright," she whispered as she pressed my head to her small, firm breasts and planted soft kisses on the top of my head. I went to speak again, but she held me tightly and said, "Shhh... Love... just relax for a minute or two... it'll be okay." And then, with a noticeable catch in her voice, "I love you... please don't ever lose sight of that."

While one hand stroked the back of my neck, she kissed me softly as her other hand drifted down between our bodies to my groin and began to caress me. Then as her gentle touch began to make me stiffen again, she whispered;

"It doesn't matter this time, Love. I'll be taking the 'morning after' pill tomorrow... just to be on the safe side... no matter what happens. This is your chance... and mine... to be your first!"

What she was referring to was the fact that I had never dared to have 'unprotected' sex with anyone... even before I'd met Jeanie. I'm the youngest of three children and, long before I became sexually active, both my brother and my sister had produced a Down's Syndrome child – probably to the dismay of their partners. An uncle of mine, who'd died in his mid-20s, had suffered from the same condition.

I was certain that it was due to a mutant gene that ran in our family and, although I'm ashamed to admit it, I felt repulsed by my niece and nephew. No matter how much I tried not to show it, I was sure that they were somehow aware of it and never wanted that to be between myself and my own kids. The result was that I'd been terrified by the thought of producing any children of my own – and almost obsessive about preventing it from happening. I had seriously considered a vasectomy, but it hadn't seemed too urgent as long as Jeanie was happy with what we were doing. Even though she'd offered to go onto oral contraception, I'd refused; I'd told her it was because it was my responsibility but, in reality, I'd been too scared that she might neglect to take it – either accidentally or deliberately.

But she was right, wasn't she? The way things stood, with her about to make certain that there wouldn't be a pregnancy, I was free – for the first time in my life – to enjoy that most natural act of love in a perfectly unfettered and natural way.

"Just be gentle, Love," she murmured as she kissed my neck, "just be yourself... I can't ask for more than that. Enjoy it... enjoy me!" And then our lips met in a long, sweet kiss and before another could begin, Jeanie was gently persuading me onto her, with the gentle clasp of her hand guiding me towards the sweetest place in heaven or earth.

I felt her warmth and her wetness against my flesh; a new, strange and amazing sensation, and then there was the cloying, restless feel of her body enclosing me as I slowly pressed myself into her welcoming softness.

No matter how 'sensitive' the manufacturers of condoms claimed their products to be, nothing could possibly match the feel of solid flesh contained by the clinging warmth of yielding flesh. I had simply never realised how different it could be compared to what I was used to.

"That feels wonderful," Jeanie told me, "that's exactly what I want... I love you... I love you so much," she almost sobbed, as I slowly began to slide in and out of her. After a few seconds, I found a steady rhythm that she seemed to appreciate; she raised her knees so that I could penetrate her further, and I relished the unfamiliar feeling of slick wetness as her pleasure increased. I felt her respond to my thrusts by raising and lowering her hips to meet and match them; felt her hands on my shoulder blades, holding me close while her tongue gently and delightfully sought mine.

For a moment, there was an unwanted flash of memory; of her saying that Greg had brought her to a climax almost immediately – and to God knows how many more during the course of the night – but I pushed it aside. Did it matter? Well, if it did, we'd probably still be in the hotel a very long way from here, I told myself; so maybe it didn't.

Even so, I could sense her excitement slowly growing and I needed to concentrate to make it last long enough. Shutting my eyes didn't help very much; even though it removed the sight of her lovely face, contorted in ever-increasing rapture; her soft moans and murmurs still produced images of my lovely wife writhing and moaning as Greg had pounded into her – far harder and with much more freedom than I could hope to achieve at that moment.

I was still desperately devising strategies to control myself when I recognised a sudden change in Jeanie's movements – familiar movements producing new sensations – as she neared her climax. I began to hold back, wanting to extend what I believed would be a glorious experience, but Jeanie wrapped her legs tightly around me as her hands grasped and pushed on my buttocks.

"Oh, yes! Oh, God... yes!" She cried out. "Don't stop... please! Don't stop!" and then, with even greater urgency, "Harder... fuck me... fuck me hard! Fill me! Go on... do it... do it inside me... right up inside me! Do it! Do it!" as her voice turned into a pitiful wail and she began to squirm and writhe with an orgasm fierce enough not to notice that my erection had suddenly melted away and been pushed out by the force of her spasms. Her hands and legs still held me against her so that I could feel her hot juices flowing onto the rapidly reducing length of my penis, but it took her several seconds to realise what had happened.




The Game Ch. 02



"Wh... what? What happened? Why aren't you...?" she stammered as one of her hands came round and eased between us, obviously hoping that I had merely 'slipped out' temporarily. 

"What the... what's wrong? Didn't you...?" she began to ask but, by that time, I was already easing myself away and lying down alongside her, feeling utterly defeated. Naturally, she wanted to know what had gone wrong and, equally obviously, she was entitled to an explanation – but I couldn't find one right then.

Part of it, no doubt, was the familiar fear. Despite the advantages of the present circumstances, the fear that I'd lived with for the best part of 30 years wasn't about to just vanish as quickly as that. But there was, of course, something more; in the throes of orgasm, she'd cried out similar words to those she'd reported using with Greg the previous night – and I'd suddenly become convinced that she was imagining that she was with him again. I felt empty inside; devastated, unable to think clearly and, of course, somewhat shamed by what I saw as my failure.

Almost instinctively, I suppose, Jeanie enfolded me in her arms to offer succour and comfort but, when she went to speak, I said; "No... please... don't say anything," and she was good enough to hold her peace.

I'd thought I was tired, but that feeling had left me. Instead, well... can you imagine what it might be like to be lost at sea – to have a lifejacket to keep you afloat, but only a tiny light and a pathetic whistle to attract any possibility of rescue? That was how I felt at that moment. It was, to say the very least, a time to keep my mouth shut; instead:

"You didn't have to fuck him!" I said.

"What?" and Jeanie was suddenly wide awake and staring at me in complete shock.

"You didn't have to," I repeated, "...and you didn't have to let him cum inside you!" I said without even thinking. 

After a moment of shocked silence she glared at me and, emphasising every syllable, rasped; "It was your idea! And it was you that set me up!" 

"For dinner!" I insisted, ignoring the voice in my head, screaming that I was wrong and that I needed to cut this out – now! But my mouth was running away with me. "The rest was supposed to be pretend, Jeanie! You weren't supposed to leap into bed with him. That was just for us... in our heads!"

"But... I...." she began, but I wasn't even listening.

"If you hadn't been so hot for him...."

"I was not!"

"You were eyeing him up the first time you met him!" I insisted.

"It was you that...."

"And it was you that sat in the fucking lounge every night so that he could find you," I shouted and, at that, her mouth snapped shut – shocked, angry and lost for words as I went on; "You went into his bedroom of your own accord... because you wanted to! You did everything you could to show him you wanted him... because you wanted to! You let him fuck you... on top... underneath... from behind... whatever he fancied. Because you fucking well wanted to!"

She went to pull away from me, but I held on to her, saying: "And you let him dump his load in you! You could have stopped him... at any point... throughout the evening, Jeanie. But that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Greg as soon as you saw him, didn't you? You wanted him to fuck you! You wanted to feel him shoot his seed in you... you wanted him to make you pregnant! Was that really his idea, Jeanie? Or was that...?"

"No! Don't you dare!" she yelled, loud enough to shock me into silence. Her face, as I could see when she pushed herself away from me, was streaked with tears, but there was now a blazing anger in her eyes.

"You fucking hypocrite!" she said icily, "You were the one who wanted all the thrills while I took all the risks! You were horny enough to fucking-well explode when I told you what had happened. And now... because of your own hang up... that's right, I said 'hang up'... about having proper sex, you're trying to put all the blame on me!"

Although I tried to interrupt her tirade, Jeanie was in full flow as she almost leapt out of bed and hauled her dressing gown on to conceal her nakedness.

"Everything that happened last night was exactly what you wanted to happen," she said, and it was obvious that she was only just managing not to sob as she spoke, "Everything! Except for Greg coming inside me... and I swear to God that I hadn't even thought about it until the first time it happened. After that... it didn't seem to matter. And let me tell you something... I'm not some ditsy... dizzy blonde. I know exactly where I'm up to with my menstrual cycle and I know there's virtually no chance he could have made me pregnant! But I'm going to make absolutely certain of it anyway!"

"Why didn't you say...?" I tried to break in, already feeling deflated and beginning to realise how stupid I'd been.

"You ought to know why!" she exclaimed. "I felt a man cum inside me for the first time in my life and it was sublime... it was real... it was fantastic! And I wanted to have that same feeling with you... because I love you! "And then the tears – great, big droplets of tears – began to pour down her cheeks; but still she wasn't finished:

"Do you want to know something? Until last night I thought it didn't matter about not having children. I understood what you told me about your family, but I've also found out about a test called 'amniocentesis,' and there're others, too. It's something they can do in the first few months of a pregnancy... they can tell if there's any signs of Down's Syndrome. So there's no reason why we can't at least try.

"I'm twenty-seven! Do you hear what I'm saying? Twenty-seven! My clock's ticking and I want to start a family... I want to start a family with you! Last night I took a load of raw seed inside me for the first time in my life... and let me tell you something; even though I knew it wasn't going to happen, when I heard Greg say he wanted to put a baby in me... it gave me one of the biggest thrills I've ever had in my life!

"Oh, Jeanie...." I said, not knowing what else to say as she wiped the tears away, gave a very loud sniff, took a deep breath and, with determined calm, went on:

"It isn't going to happen right now... you can be absolutely certain of that... but I need it to happen very soon. I need to get pregnant... I need you to give me a baby... soon."

"And if I can't?"

"You can... and you will. I know you will!"

"But if I really can't?" I persisted, knowing that I really shouldn't be asking. 

"I'm going to sleep in the spare room tonight," she told me. "I think it's for the best if we just get a good night's sleep and talk again in the morning. We're still tired and we're still too emotionally charged for this." But, as she reached the door, I still couldn't leave it alone.

"What will you do? I mean, if I can't... or won't...?" She stopped in the doorway and turned to face me.

"They're two different things, Love," she answered quietly. "If you genuinely can't... then we can always try IVF... or something. But if you won't... well, that's a different matter. Greg doesn't know who I am, where I live, or anything else about me... but I've got his phone number."

Then she quietly closed the door and left me to stare at the blank whiteness of the ceiling.



The Game Ch. 02



"Do you think he's alright?" Annie asked

"I'm certain of it." Simon sounded frustrated. It was the fifth time she'd rang since Adam was taken.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he's the end player and so they need him."

"But....."

"Look Annie, the end player is the end player. Whoever wins, he has to be the one who makes the final move. Without him the game can't end and the other side want to see it through to the end as much as we do."

"But it isn't a game. Not anymore. Maybe it was in the beginning but it isn't a game anymore, at least not for Adam."

"They may not have him."

"Then where is he? It's been three days. If he is free to come back why doesn't he?"

"I can't answer that."

"You don't seem too concerned about it."

"I told you, he is the end player. He has to come eventually, to end the game."

"How did we ever get involved in this stupid game in the first place?"

"You were just lucky I guess."

"Lucky? Tell me truthfully Simon.... would they hurt him?"

"They might."

"But you said he would be alright."

"Yes. I said they wouldn't kill him. I didn't say they wouldn't hurt him. They have to make sure he stays alive but beyond that...... and they will try to stall the game because they are behind. They will stall as long as possible, for years if they can. Now that an end player has been appointed it's a race to the end and they are going to want to win. At the moment they can't so they will want to delay, delay, delay.... and that means keeping Adam, and the others on ice. Don't forget Adam is not the only one of us who has gone missing in the last few months. He'll have company."

"That doesn't make things okay."

"No, it doesn't. But this isn't just about Adam, and it isn't even about any of them. This is about the game and winning it."

"Then it is about Adam. He's the only one who can."

Simon groaned. "What is it with you and Adam? There's nothing going on between you is there? That would not be a good idea."

"A good idea? You mean it might get in the way of your precious game. No, there is nothing going on between us... not in the way you are thinking. But I do care about him..... a lot. He is.... he is..... different, more.... He's special."

"Of course he is, he's the end player."

"Oh to hell with that. To hell with the end game. To hell with the game. This is about someone being kidnapped and held against their will. This is about someone in danger, at risk of harm. We have to go to the police."

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because involving the authorities is against the rules."

"To hell with the rules. Isn't kidnapping and torture against the rules?"

"Actually, no. As long as it is kept private anything goes. If one side finds out about a move of the other then they can nullify it."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"It means that if we find where they are holding our people, what they are doing to them or with them, then they have to stop."

"Then we have to find them."

"Do you think that we are not trying?"

"I don't know, are you?"

"We are."

"Oh. Please try harder. Please find Adam. Adam couldn't cope with this. Adam will be so afraid. He is not brave and strong like you, like the rest of you."

"I think you are being unfair to him. I think he can cope with a lot more than you give him credit for. I think he is braver and stronger than you know."

"Why? Why would you think that? You don't know him, you don't know him at all."

" Because he is the end player.... he is going to have to be."

*****

"Good morning Daniel. How are you feeling today?"

This time it is definitely a hospital. There is a ward, a nurse; the whole thing. But... there is something wrong, something that doesn't fit. It's the noises. People are making noises, singing, crying, moaning, screaming... 

"Where am I?"

The nurse touches my arm. "Don't worry, it will come."

"What happened to me?"

"You've been poorly sweetheart; but you're all better now." 

My head feels like it is going to explode. It is really hard to think about anything; hard to formulate the words to express my thoughts. I feel terrible. If this is better then I must have been pretty sick.

"What is this place?"

"It's a hospital. You know that."

"What kind of a hospital."

"It's a psychiatric hospital."

Ah... now things make more sense. "Am I mad?"

The nurse laughs. "Of course you're not mad. As I said, you've been ill. Now you're better but you're still having a few problems with your memory."

"When you say... ill... do you mean....?"

"You're full of questions this morning Daniel, which is good, but I don't have time to answer them all. As you can hear, we are rather busy today. The good news is that the Professor will be around in just a few minutes and if he's happy then you're out of here today."

"Out of here? Where am I going?"

"Somewhere that you can start getting back to normal. Just relax for a while, he won't be long."

I lie back and close my eyes. Something is struggling to surface in the soup that fills my head. A memory. A memory? I open my eyes and look around. I am in a cubicle. The curtains are drawn around the bed to shut me off from the rest of the ward. Has the nurse just done that? I remember seeing the ward, other beds, other patients. When was it? Was it just now, or another time? Am I forgetting things even as they happen?

I close my eyes again and try to relax. It's hard to relax when you don't know who you are or where you are or what happened to you to get you where you are and the only memory you have is of pain. The cubicle I am in is empty of anything except the bed. I remember machines, I remember being drugged and then... then the pain. Or is it? Is it a memory at all?

I open my eyes again and look down at my arms. Not a dream then. They are bruised and there are clean white dressings over the places where the tubes went it. What did they do to me?

A strange thought occurs to me.... strange because the answer should have been obvious but wasn't. When they did what they did... were they trying to bring back my memory, or take it away? Why would I think that?

While I am thinking that strange thought, the curtain twitches aside and a man comes into the cubicle. He seems familiar to me but I can't quite remember how or where or who. I must look puzzled because he smiles. Am I being paranoid to think that his smile is gleeful?

"I am Professor Bowen, Daniel. I have been looking after you, do you remember me?"

"No. I don't remember anything."

"That's a great shame Daniel. I appreciate how hard it must be for you, but I am convinced that it will come back to you in the end."

"It doesn't matter." And it doesn't. It doesn't matter at all. I'm too tired, too confused, too... "My head hurts when I think about it."

"That will ease in time. You've been through a lot."

"What? What have I been through? The nurse said I've been ill... what was wrong? What happened to me?"

"No one knows for sure what happened to you. Someone took you into a casualty department at the local hospital; they found you wandering in the woods. You had no idea who you are or where you had come from. You were... ill. You had a high fever and you were.... raving. I can't be sure but I think you had either taken or been given hallucinogenic drugs... you were seeing things, making wild accusations. You didn't eat; you didn't sleep; you barely acknowledged anyone or anything around you.... and so once you were out of physical danger you were sent here."

"How long have I been here?"

"Five days."

"What... what have you.... what has happened to me here?"

"You speak as if you think it was something bad?"

"I don't know what to think. I don't remember anything."

"You've been asleep for most of the time... by my design. I have developed a new treatment programme and you were an ideal candidate. You have responded extremely well to it. The paranoia, the hallucinations, the mania, the suicidal tendencies have all pretty much disappeared. Unfortunately the only thing that has not responded is your memory. 

"I'm pretty certain that, given time and the right medication your memory will return to you but it is important that you don't try to force it. You have to let it come back naturally."

"That makes sense."

"Good." He had been examining me while he spoke and he patted my arm. "Well, apart from the memory problems you're in pretty good shape now so I don't see any reason to keep you here. We have a facility not far from here. It's kind of a halfway house. There are staff on hand twenty four hours a day but it is a more natural situation, it will help you feel more normal and possibly help your memory to return more quickly. I think that you're up to going there. What do you think?"

"Um... I think... I think that I... don't know what to think. I can't... I can't...c" I have to close my eyes because, for some reason, his face scares me, and the thought of leaving the hospital scares me... but not as much as staying there. "Yeah... I think I'm up to it."

"Good. That's.... good. You've been an excellent patient Daniel. I'm going to miss having you around. I will be calling in to see you regularly of course, to check on you and make sure you are having the right medication. But I think you'll do better in a less formal environment."

"If you say so."

"I do. I have had your prescription made up and given your medication to the staff who will be taking care of you. They will make sure you take it so you don't have to remember anything. I will be coming to see you regularly to check that it is doing what it is meant to do. To start with it is going to make you feel very strange but bear with it and your body will get used to it quite soon. One your memory starts to come back we will gradually reduce it until, hopefully you will be back to normal."

"What if my memory doesn't come back?"

"Then we'll deal with that when we come to it."

"Okay."

"It's settled then. Your clothes are in the cupboard. I'll leave you to get dressed. I'll come back in a couple of minutes to give you your first dose of medication and then you can go."

It is hard to find the energy, the motivation, to get out of bed. I am tired. When I throw off the sheets and look down at myself I see a stranger. The body is mine but it feels... it feels like it doesn't belong to me. I am so detached that it takes a while to figure out how to pull on my jeans. Both they and the plain black jumper are too big for me. Have I lost weight? Are these my clothes at all?

I am still struggling with my shoes when the Professor comes back. "You look tired. Was that too much for you?"

He seems all concern but there is something hollow in his sentiment... is this just the paranoia he was talking about? Am I not as well as he thinks I am... or just not as fooled?

"No. I'm fine."

"Good. Now, I'm going to give you the first dose of your medication by injection so that it gets into your system quickly. After that you will take it in pill form three times a day. As I told you, it will make you feel strange for the first few days but after that you should feel more normal. Hopefully we will be reducing it very soon anyway. Are you okay with that?"

Okay? I'm not okay with any of it. I am not okay with waking up in a fucking psychiatric hospital with no memory and a deep mistrust of the person who is supposed to be looking after me, which may or may not be down to paranoia. I am not okay with the fact that I have a small distant part of my mind telling me that I really should be terribly afraid. I am not okay that I am going to be drugged senseless and sent out to god knows where with god knows who being in charge of my meds. I am not okay with any of it and most of all I am not okay with the fact that I have no control. 

But I can't tell him that I'm not okay and I certainly can't tell him why so I just nod and hold out my arm.

****

The Game has been played in every country in every era throughout the whole of time. Once in every century across the ages; two sides; one goal, to reach the end of the game, to be in the right place at the right time to win. Two teams working against each other to place the last piece and gain immeasurable power. Civilisations have risen and fallen on a turn of the game; all to win; to be the one to open the gates of power.

The rules of the game are simple. There are none but knowing you are in the game and not allowing anyone outside the game to know about it unless they are to become players. Follow the clues, find the right person and the right place, being them together at the right time and.... win.

In every turn of the game there is just one person, the end player, who can bring it to a close, whose presence at the right place at the right time can open the gate and bring their team to victory.

In many ways the end player is the ultimate prize but his or her identity is never known until the very end, until the time is almost right for the game to play out. And then the goals of the teams change. Sometimes plans that have taken years to formulate and build are abandoned in the blink of an eye when the identity is revealed.

Sometimes the end player is already in the game sometimes they have no knowledge of it until they are plunged into a nightmare world of power play and two sides who will stop at nothing to hold on to the power they represent, and to prevent it being given to the other side. Of course both teams have to be careful to preserve the life of the end player because without them the game cannot be won and the power is lost for another hundred years, but short of death, anything is possible.

The only rule of the game is to win and either side will stop at nothing to achieve it.

****

I don't remember the journey from the hospital. There are brief flashes, images of being roused from sleep by strangers, stumbling through unfamiliar corridors and into a car. I must have slept for most of the journey for the next image is of a house, an ordinary terraced house in an ordinary street. The light was very bright and hurt my eyes and I was led inside barely aware, and then I slept; for a long time I slept.

And now I am awake, somewhat. My eyes are heavy and hard to keep open but there is some cohesion to my thoughts, some awareness, but not much motivation. I am in bed. It's a pleasant room. The sun streaming through the window is pale, new. I have slept through a whole day and night and now it is morning again.

There is a scent of pine. The bed, wardrobe and drawers are made of it and it fills my senses, even though it is faint. The touch of cool cotton under by back and cheek is blissful and the softness of the feather quilt tucked around me is almost too much to bear. I have to close my eyes because the light hurts but my senses are still assailed by the simple sensations that surround me. I have no desire to move, no drive to experience anything above what I am already immersed in. I have no curiosity about where I am, no need to explore my surroundings. I am still tired, my head filled with sleep.

Someone opens the door but I am not interested enough to raise my head to see who it is. Steps move around the bed and a figure appears in my line of sight. It is a young man. He looks nice, friendly, he smiles at me. He puts something on the table next to the bed and crouches down, bringing his eyes level with mine.

"Good morning Daniel. My name is Shaun and I am here to help you in any way you need me. You're our only guest at the moment so I'm all yours. Don't be afraid to ask for anything you need. It's eight o'clock and time to get up. Do you think you can manage on your own?"

What a stupid question. Of course I can manage on my own. Why is he talking to me like I'm a child? For a moment I think about asking him but I can't find the energy. Instead I just nod my head.

"Alright then I'll leave you to it. I need to make sure you take your medication first though, so if you'll just sit up...."

I nod again but I don't make any move to sit up. I know what he wants. I understand his words and I know what they mean, what they expect of me but... somehow I can't seem to get my body to understand what I expect of it. It is too hard.

I close my eyes and start to drift again, until Shaun shakes me awake. "Come on Daniel. It's a beautiful day. You can sit in the garden in the sun. You could do with some fresh air. You're too pale. Come on mate."

He hauls me upright and for a moment I just sag against him but then my body gets the message and catches up with my brain. I sit up and he takes my hands. He puts a glass in one hand and two blue pills in the other. I look at them and wonder what I am expected to do with them. Before he has to tell me I make the connections and put the pills in my mouth. They are bitter and I am glad to swallow the water to clear the taste.

"Yeah, not too pleasant eh? The bathroom is along the landing. As I said you're our only guest at the moment so you don't have to queue. Feel free to shower."

I am surprised when he leaves me alone. I want to lie down again. My head aches and my eyes feel like someone has thrown sand in them. But I know he is waiting for me and if I don't go downstairs he will come and get me and I don't want that, besides, the thought of a shower appeals.

An investigation of the drawers reveals a selection of clothes that look as though they may be my size. Strangely I hadn't even thought of that, clothes I mean. Seems I have got used to being naked.

I grab the first clothes I can find and head for the bathroom. It doesn't occur to me that I might meet someone who could object to my nakedness. Luckily I don't.

I get straight in the shower and it feels sooooo good. I let the water run over my body and I can practically feel the muscles relax, one by one. When I start to rub shampoo into my hair the sensation is so good I can't stop. My hair is in a terrible state, it is stiff and tangled. Clearly I didn't wash it when I was in the hospital, and no one else thought to. It takes some time and painful finger combing to get it feeling anything like normal. The conditioner smells of coconut and I inhale deeply sniffing my fingers and then burying them again in the mass of my hair which seems to be much longer than I had thought before.

Time seems to have slowed down because it doesn't feel as though I have been here for long but Shaun is already banging on the door to ask if I am alright. I don't really know if I am, but I get out of the shower and wrap a towel round my waist to open the door.

"Hey. You look better, cleaner anyway. Lily has breakfast cooking so get down here as fast as you can or I'll eat all the bacon."

I look at him and I am puzzled. Does it matter if he eats the bacon? Is it something I should be striving for?

Catching my look he smiles and says gently. "Don't worry about it. Just come down to the kitchen as soon as you can okay?"

"Okay."

"By the way there is a new toothbrush in a pack by the sink. You can use the general toothpaste."

Strange, but as soon as he mentions toothpaste I am suddenly very aware that my mouth feels awful; slimy and sticky, and tastes worse. There is nothing the world I want to do more than clean my teeth. For a while I am kept busy freeing the toothbrush and squeezing toothpaste out of an almost empty tube and then I lift my head, the brush poised... and see myself in the mirror for the first time.

To say that I am shocked would be to wholly minimise the traumatic effect that the first glimpse of my face has on me. It is entirely unfamiliar to me. I do not know the person who is looking back at me from the mirror. More than that... it is... it is....

Wide eyes stare out of a pale oval face. They are startlingly green, fringed with thick black lashes. My hair, already drying, is fine and sleek, and it is.... it is.... pink.... well some of it... the rest is black and purple and blue. It is clear that I had piercings in my eyebrow, nose and lip but they have been removed. I run my tongue over the inside of my lip and I can feel where the ring used to go.... and suddenly I remember how it feels to hold it between my teeth. I had a habit of doing that. It drove... someone... someone said it drove them nuts to hear me tapping it.




The Game Ch. 02



Suddenly I feel dizzy and have to grip the sink to stop myself from falling. I remember. But it is fleeting and it is all I remember. I don't remember the face. I don't remember the hair. I don't remember the person who is looking at me and, more than that it confuses the hell out of me.

I touch my face and am surprised that the image in the mirror does the same. Can it really be me? It is... it is... I blink and the image blinks too, the glassy green eyes look confused . I touch my face again, touch the smooth soft skin, watch the image in the mirror do the same. But... it can't be me. It can't be... because the face in the mirror is surely the face of a woman and I am.... I am... not.... am.... am I? 

They call me Daniel. I am suddenly overwhelmed with confusion. The face on the wall mirrors it. The world spins and I close my eyes. Am I a woman? I am frozen with the enormity of it, of the shock, of the concept, of the dilemma. I make myself calm down and it is easy enough to check out my body and confirm that I am most certainly not a woman. 

I look up at the face in the mirror again. It startles me still, but it no longer scares me. If that is who I am then that is who I am and there's nothing I can do about it. But who the hell am I? Not someone who is afraid of making a statement, that's for sure. What is it I am trying to say? 

"Daniel! Come on mate, we're waiting for you."

The voice breaks the spell and I brush my teeth vigorously watching the stranger in the mirror do the same. It is a strange sensation, to look at a stranger and know that it's you. It makes me feel strange, disoriented. Or is that the medication kicking in.

I throw down the toothbrush and turn away from the mirror. It is making my head hurt to look at myself. I open the door.... and find myself staring into a pair of startled pale blue eyes. The woman stares at me for a moment then drops her head and hides behind a curtain of yellow hair. It doesn't occur to me to wonder who she is, or whether she might be embarrassed by the fact that I am wearing only a towel or.... anything really. I just watch her with interest to see what she does next.

What she does is compose herself and look up with a smile. "Hello. I'm Lily. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello." The word sounds strange when I say it, hollow. It seems to echo in my head. "I...I'm.... I'm... Daniel?" It doesn't sound right. When I say it, it just doesn't sound right. But... if not Daniel, then who?

"You don't sound very sure."

"I...I'm....not."

"That's okay. You will be. Until then Daniel's a nice name. It suits you."

"It does?"

"Yes... it does."

"Why?"

"Because, in the bible Daniel was someone who had to face something that was, in a way similar to what you are facing now. He had to face something dangerous and scary and huge. In his case it was a lion, in yours a great empty space where your memories should be. It's as big and as scary as any lion."

"Did it eat him?"

"The lion? No, it didn't. He tamed it."

"I'm glad he didn't kill it."

"Are you? Why?"

"Because it wasn't the lion's fault. It was hungry."

The woman smiles and nods. "I'm sure it was, and it is always a good thing when situations can be resolved without violence, but that is not what I have come to talk to you about today. I have come to make sure you are okay and to tell you that Shaun is getting very impatient for his breakfast. So can you manage to get dressed or do you need some help?"

"No. I can manage. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Why do I look like a woman?"

"What?"

"I looked in the mirror and I saw... a face I don't know. I think... I....I know... I am a man, but..."

The woman smiles broadly. "Yes, Daniel, you are definitely a man. You don't have to doubt that." She reaches out her hand and touches my hair. It feels good, that touch, as if.... as if it makes me.... real. "The face that looks back at you from the mirror is not the face of a woman, just of a very beautiful young man."

"Beautiful? You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes Daniel. By anyone's standard or definition of the word, you most certainly are. Now, could you please get your beautiful ass back in the bathroom, put some jeans on it and get it downstairs before Shaun starves to death, or drives me insane insisting he is about to."

"Yes."

I am sidetracked by the mirror again. Lily is right. It isn't a woman's face; not now I know. Am I beautiful? Do I care? No.

It feels good to have clothes on. They don't fit me as well as I had thought they would. The jeans are too short and too big around the waist. I have to pull the belt tight to stop them from slipping down over my hips. The Tshirt fits better although it is a little tight across the shoulders and the sleeves are too short. I push them up to my elbows to cover the fact and notice the bruises on my arms. There are many of them.

I shiver as a memory stabs me. Nothing cohesive, just flashes..... someone holding me, a hand over my mouth, a sharp pain in my arm..... lights shining in my eyes as I lie on my back unable to move with someone standing over me, a black shadow in front of the lights.... voices whispering, whispering in my head and always, always the feeling of being not myself, being dragged out of my body by the needles in my arms.

That doesn't make sense even to me. I pull the sleeves back down again and walk down the stairs. This is not as easy as it sounds. It seems to be a long way down. I have to hold on tightly to the rail or I would not have the courage to take the first step.



The Game Ch. 02



The adventure continues.  Thanks to all of you who read my fantasy stories.

*****

Danielle got cleaned up after the experience at the naked sushi meal. There was a shower in the dressing room that she was able to use. The face makeup came off with relative ease. She lathered and washed twice to remove the faint scent of the fish but it was still present in her sense of smell whether real or imagined. Everything had happened so fast and she was so engrossed with doing everything correctly that the experiences had passed in a flash. She hadn't really felt self conscious at the time because she had been covered with the fish and it had been removed gradually. She barely noticed the cold. Now with hindsight, she realized how sensuous the whole experience had been. The feel of so many people picking the pieces of sushi from her bare skin. The intimate touching by the dinner guests as they played with her naked body - in front of jack! A smile came to her face when she thought of the man who had actually started to lick her body until Jack stopped him.

When she emerged from the dressing room, Jack was waiting for her on a nearby bench. He looked up as she approached.

"How are you feeling about that experience Danielle?" He asked. "I hope it was as fun for you as it was for me."

She nodded wearily, "Tired but otherwise okay. That certainly was an educational experience."

"I'm not at liberty to tell you what happens next but maybe it will be more relaxed. Of course, maybe not but we'll both find out when it's time for your next installment. This is becoming something like the "Training of Danielle." How does you calendar at work look if you get called away for a few days?"

"I think I could do that," she replied. "It depends on when."

"Aah, that's part of the mystery. You never know when or where. C'mon, I'll take you home. I have to travel for my job this week too so I won't be around this week."

"Okay, then maybe I can get some rest because this adventure stuff can be exhausting, she joked.

"You've only just begun," he teased her with that wicked grin.

They left in Jack's car in the middle of the night. She dozed off on during the drive home. Jack drove into her driveway and came around to the passenger side of the car. He tenderly kissed her awake. She kissed him back for a few seconds as she woke.

"Let's get you to bed, luv. I'll be in touch when you've had the chance to rest and recover."

He escorted her to her door and kissed her goodnight after she was safely inside.

It was back to her regular life when Danielle went into work on Monday morning. The events of the previous days were ever-present in her mind. It was frustrating to her that she didn't feel as though the adventure was something that she could share with anyone, even her best friend. She had missed a few days of work the previous week but she didn't need to explain to her boss because as she learned, "Someone had called in sick for her." A few of the people with whom she worked wondered how she was doing after being sick for three days. She could only say that she was feeling better now after resting over the extended weekend. It took a lot of overtime for her to get caught up on the work she had missed which made recovery harder. 

She was once again on pins and needles every time the phone rang wondering if she was getting the call for another adventure. No one other than Jack himself had called over the next few weeks. He checked in with her regularly to see how she was doing. He even took her out to dinner and a movie when he was back in town. It was the middle of summer and the Florida heat was oppressive. Danielle had returned to her regular social circles and was enjoying the summer. Nights out with friends took her mind off of the impending phone call. She wasn't even sure whether they would call her cell phone. They had gleaned every bit of personal information from her so undoubtedly they knew that too. She still thought about her recent experiences, especially when they visited an establishment that had sushi. She finally got to taste some of the dishes that she had only seen in her last encounter. The memory was quite strong in her mind, especially when she smelled the sushi and its spicy sauces and garnishing in the club.

It was a Sunday evening when she was retuning from a fun afternoon with her friends that the call came. She was still laughing as she got out of her girlfriend's car and came inside. Her cell phone was ringing in her purse as she unlocked the door. She rummaged through her belongings to find the phone expecting that it might have been one of her friends still kidding around. The caller I.D. said "Out o Area." It was the voice that had called her to start the game before. 

"Listen very carefully," he began. You are going to meet jack next Wednesday evening at the Marriott Hotel on Biscayne Bay near South Beach. A car will come to pick you up at your home. Be ready at exactly 4:00. When you are dropped off at the hotel you will enter the front door and go to the main restaurant called "The Catch." You will find him near the back wall at a table. He will fill you in with more detail at that time. Bring one carry-on size bag with your essentials for four day. Click" 

"Oh my god," she thought. "I wonder if this is why he was inquiring about taking time off from work."

She wondered what might be in Miami. It had been a long time since she was in that part of Florida and she just got the quick tour from her then boyfriend. You could find most anything you wanted in South Florida. It really didn't narrow the possibilities much. It was on the Atlantic so might it be related to the ocean again?

Danielle opened her calendar on her phone to check her appointments and meetings over the next few days. There were a few meetings that she'd miss and a couple others that she could reschedule. It didn't look too bad from a schedule standpoint. Having been through a pretty wild session with him before both scared her and offered some consolation. Was the first time just an introduction and now things would become even wilder? She paced in her kitchen as she pondered the instructions. 

At least she had nearly three days before she was to leave home but that was just all that time to wonder and worry. On the other hand, he had mentioned relaxing together. Maybe it would be more like a vacation. Miami was known for vacations after all. Four days? That would take her through next weekend. Her thoughts turned to getting ready. What to bring? Dressy or casual? That was a bigger challenge for her personally; everything else was under his control. She went to the bedroom to check her closet. She'd wear a cool summer dress because she couldn't go wrong with that. Bring some shorts and casual tops. A bathing suit, her makeup kit and other grooming things were musts. She could see the luggage filling up fast and she hadn't even considered footwear yet. She pulled her bag out of the closet and started to see how many outfits she could pack into the one bag. This was going to take careful thought and preparation but she'd have to go with what she could bring. Could she also bring a purse?

Danielle packed and repacked over the next few days until Wednesday morning when she knew that they would be at her home shortly after she returned from her job. She could feel the nervous excitement. She hadn't slept well since the phone call which didn't help her jitters and overall tiredness. She had to rush out of the office before anyone could stop her to get home. Once inside her house she drank a bottle of water instead of the glass of wine that she contemplated. She wanted to be as sharp as possible for the unknown mystery adventure. The big, dark car that had transported her once before pulled into the driveway. She gulped as she grabbed her purse and bag and walked out the front door. Once she had locked it she continued toward the car. The same man and woman were waiting for her with the back door open. The man took her suitcase and put it in the trunk before closing her door behind her. 

Once they were underway, her escorts were silent. The car radio was on but there was no conversation. Danielle had moment of true excitement as she looked forward to seeing Jack again in Miami. They took off and headed toward I-95. Danielle knew that it would take nearly three hours to get to Miami so she tried to sit back and relax. She was so tired that she dozed off. When she opened her eyes again they were getting close to Miami. She waited with eager anticipation as they drove through the city streets to get to the Marriott. The car pulled under the canopy where she was let out and given the handle to her rolling suitcase. 

The Catch Bar and Grill was the centerpiece of the hotel lobby. She spotted Jack almost right away sitting with his back facing the wall. She threaded her way through the crowded restaurant to get to his table. He stood as he saw her approaching and gave her a warm embrace when she reached him. 

"Right on time," he said looking at his watch. "I'm glad you could make it. I think you'll find this chapter a bit more relaxing, but don't let your guard down because you never know when you might be tested again."

She was beginning to look forward to the little twists and kinks in his mystery fantasies. Being with him again gave her feel a feeling of protection with anticipation. She realized right then how much she was longing for another adventure.

"Why don't we have some dinner and I'll fill you in with as much information as you need right now," he said coyly as he helped her get seated.

"The catch of the day is always good here," Jack suggested. "I think its grouper tonight."

"That sounds good; she relied as she watched his animated eyes. "Are you holding out on telling me something?"

"All in due time. I ordered some wine for us. Here it comes."

The waiter poured them each a glass of white wine after Jack approved the cork. 

"Okay, I have to tell you," he began. "We are leaving on a little vacation tomorrow morning. Have you ever been on a cruise?"

"No, but that sounds so exciting. Where are we going? How long will we be gone?"

"Okay, one question at a time. We are going to the western Caribbean for a little three-night trip. We board tomorrow around noon. You'll be filled in more as we proceed."

Danielle pouted, "No more information about the ports or what we'll be doing?"

"Strictly on a need to know basis, that's all classified right now," he said with a grin. "Just know that you'll be well taken care of."

Dinner was relaxing and enjoyable. His sense of humor was much more apparent in the casual setting of the restaurant where they just hung out together. She knew his serious side would probably emerge again in the morning. Maybe the two bottles of wine helped them both. He took care of the waiter and they headed up to the sixth floor together. He took her suitcase and together they walked to the room. Once inside she saw the magnificent view of the ocean from their patio door that led out to a balcony. She had to walk out to watch the surf rolling in onto the beach below. It was perfect, she thought. He joined her at the railing as they stood side by side watching the boats and people below as the sun gave up for the night. 

He left the deck railing and returned to the room first. When she turned around to join him she saw a shirt-sized gift box in his hands.

"I have something for you but really it's for my own selfish pleasure," he said as he handed the package to her. 

She opened it without being told. Inside was a beautiful black negligee. She held it up against her body to display how it would look on her svelte body. It was immediately apparent that the fabric was very sheer and revealing.

"Go ahead, put it on for me," he told her.

She was excited and gladly changed into it to model for him in the privacy of the bathroom. She turned in front of the mirror noticing how well it complimented her figure and let every detail of her body show through. She sashayed back into the room, showing off her body for his pleasure. She saw that he had done some decorating himself, displaying many candles around the room. The candle light made the setting so much more romantic with the flickering light that made everything look better.

"Absolutely lovely," he remarked as she came up close before him. "Come here so I can hold you."

Jack looked her over from head to toe. Scooped her up and carried her to the bed that he had previously opened while she was changing. He stripped down to his shorts then kissed her mouth as she lay in the bed.

He arranged the garment tightly over her body, taking special care to outline her breasts and pussy. He tucked the gown between her legs to completely display her mound and nipples through the sheer fabric in the soft light. He stepped away for a few seconds to do something with one of the large candle holders. He had a small metal scoop in his hand as he returned to her side.

"Lay still, Danielle," he told her as he placed his left hand on her right breast to pull the fabric against her nipple. 

He slowly ladled some warm bee's honey onto her negligee, coating the fabric around her nipple. She could feel the warm, sticky honey pool over her entire nipple and areola. He poured more onto her left nipple, sticking the top of her gown to her chest. She looked down at the shiny pools that had soaked into her gown and glued it to her breasts. The tips of her nipples glistened in the candle light. They were like little islands in a sea of honey. He reached over for another larger warm ladle-like spoon of the same thick syrup and brought it over her navel. He poured a small amount into her belly button. She watched with intrigue as he moved down between her legs. He held the fabric tight again as he trickled the honey along her slit. He set his tools aside as he crawled into the bed along side of her. He opened his mouth and wrapped it around her right breast, licking and sucking on the nipple through the honey and fabric. The sensation was unusual and made her moan. She wanted to take him in her arms.

"Not yet until I finish with you," he whispered, placing his strong hand around her right wrist. 

He continued to fondle her sensitive areas with his mouth and tongue, making her squirm on the bed. He tugged on the fabric, pulling on her breasts as he moved down her belly. He sucked out her navel, making her giggle with the ticklish sensation. He moved down between her legs, pressing his mouth against her fully aroused cunt. He opened her legs to position himself on her opening, licking her until her juices mixed with the sticky honey. Lifting the gown from her body he resumed suckling on her clit and flicking his tongue along her lips. He slipped off his shorts. Jack climbed up her torso and she knew that it was time to take him in her arms. He pulled the gown over her had as their bodies stuck together as they fondled one another in the bed. They continued to enjoy one another until exhaustion set in and they fell asleep in one another's embrace.

They slept until the magnificent sunrise over the Atlantic came streaming into the room. It was beautiful but the bedding was sticky from the night before. They showered together, taking turns washing one another. Jack seemed preoccupied with stroking the soap all over her body and she liked it. 

Jack ordered a small breakfast from room service. The sunny deck was the perfect spot to enjoy their coffee and fruit.

"There will be more than enough food on the ship," he cautioned. "This light breakfast is perfect."

They pulled their belongings together and headed down to the lobby to catch a cab to the pier.

They arrived at the cruise ship pier and checked their bags with the men outside the building. 

She had never seen a ship that big before. There were three docked I a row. They went inside the terminal building to complete the paperwork, get their passes and photographs. Daniele was shocked when she was asked for her passport because she had no idea that one would be required. She was even more shocked when Jack produced one for her. They boarded the ship along with the crowd ad had their pictures taken just as they walked up the gang plank. Danielle was very interested in everything about this new experience but most of all, could not wait to see their accommodations. 

They went up to the Aloha deck to find their room. Jack wanted it to be a surprise so he said little about where it was. She was delighted when A1150 turned out to be a suite on the outside of the ship. The huge glass doors were open, allowing the sea breeze to blow through the cabin when they opened the door. The room was far more spacious than what she was expecting. After checking out the room and the nice bed, they dropped off their carry-on's and headed to the open deck to have a drink and some snacks poolside while they waited for the ship to depart. The weather was beautiful and she was so excited that she felt like she was going to explode. Jack relaxed with her at a table as they watched the Coast Guard ships circling around the harbor below.

"I have a surprise for you once we get underway," Jack told her.

"Already?" she beamed as she waited for him to tell her what it was. "What is it?"

"An exotic and luxurious visit to the spa to get you relaxed," he replied. "I think that you will find the experience quite unique."

That remark about exotic and unique piqued her interest and made her wonder what that meant but she was always up for a spa treatment and she had heard wonderful things about the spas on cruise ships. Maybe they would use seaweed or the hot smooth rocks. She shivered with excitement

The ship shuddered as the engines moved the one hundred seventy five thousand ton behemoth away from the pier. They were underway and everyone seems to be in a great mood. They sipped their margaritas as they relaxed in deck chairs. An announcement was made about getting life vests and heading to a muster station for a drill but they had plenty of time to relax. When they finished their drinks he looked at his watch and decided that they should get down to their room to participate in the safety exercise. It was mostly organized chaos but everyone did as they were told and the fun could resume. Jack and Danielle returned to their suite to see if their luggage had arrived. It had so they organized their few items in the room.

"Your appointment is at 3:00," he reminded her. I'll walk you up to the spa and then you can meet me by the pool when you are finished. The formal dinner is at 6:00 so you should have plenty of time. It says to allow up to two hours for your massage."

"Wow, that must be some massage," she exclaimed.

"To tell you the truth, I know the masseuse from another massage place," he said, unable to conceal his grin. She's the one that talked me into booking this cruise so she could see me and meet you. I'm sure you'll have a great experience with Maggie. She's the best."

The spa had a bright, sun-lit foyer where they met Maggie. Danielle noticed that most of the women in the spa, including Maggie had thick British accents. Passengers were already booking treatments and touring the facilities when they arrived. Danielle was taken back when Maggie saw Jack and immediately hugged him.

"Is this your pretty lady friend?" Maggie asked.

"Yes Maggie, I'd like you to meet Danielle."

They shook hands and smiled as they checked one another out. Danielle was fascinated with Maggie's accent. It made the whole experience seem somehow more exotic.

"I'll leave you in Maggie's capable hands, literally," Jack said as he kissed Danielle goodbye. "Enjoy the massage."

He lingered at the door as he watched the two women chatting and walking into the more softly illuminated hall that led to the private rooms in back. 




The Game Ch. 02



"I understand that this is your first cruise," Maggie said to Danielle. "How do you like everything so far?"

"It's such a beautiful ship and I'm really looking forward to all the fun things he has planned for us, beginning with this surprise massage. What exactly do you call the massage that Jack ordered for me?"

"You are getting a special blend of all sorts of things so this is beyond what is listed on our services. Among other things he asked that I give you the full body massage. I'm also going to introduce you to some of the other therapies that are popular with our clients."

"Ooh, that sounds wonderful," although she was a little apprehensive by the full body massage part. Danielle had never been a "touchy-feely" sort and was not sure how she would like a stranger touching her all over.

"Is Jack your Master?" inquired Maggie.

Taken back by the question, Danielle replied, "No, not really. I mean we are not officially a couple. We're just good friends..." She realized that she was stammering and stopped.

"Hmm, he does think that you are his bottom you know."

"Well...I have to admit that he can be very persuasive and he is a take-charge kind of man but I have not been collared or anything like that."

"I see, I was just wondering what kind of relationship the two of you had."

"How do you know Jack?" Danielle` inquired as they entered the massage room.

"Oh, we're old friends. We met late one night at a cruise ship bar. Well, here we are Danielle. "Please undress in here and you can leave your things in the safe over there. Here is a nice thick robe and some flip-flops for you to wear to the shower through that door. When you finish showering come back in here and sit on the table. Don't worry about drying your hair. I will be back in about five to get you arranged on the table."

The atmosphere in the massage room was very soothing already. There were several subtle fragrances, the sounds of bubbling water over a small fountain in one corner and some soft gentle music playing over the sound system. Danielle soaked it all in as she undressed and slipped into the plush bathrobe. The shower was just on the other side of the back door. There were wonderful scents to the soap and shampoo too. It was hard to get the questions from Maggie out of her head as Danielle quickly showered. 

Danielle toweled off and put the robe on before entering the massage room again. Maggie was just entering from the other door at the same time. 

"We might as well get you ready for the back rub now," she said as she walked over to Danielle. "Let's have you loosen your robe and lie face down and I'll slip your robe off once you're settled."

Danielle settled in onto the table, her face lined up with the hole in the padded rest at one end. Maggie removed her robe and carefully tucked a warm, thick towel from her waist to her feet.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes I am," Danielle replied.

"I'm going to start with your back. It's a good place to start removing all that built up tension. I'm going to use some warm oil."

With no further discussion Maggie poured some oil over Danielle's shoulder blades and began to rub it into her entire back. The kneading motions felt soothing, helping Danielle relax in the comfortable environment of the spa. Maggie was good. Her sweeping motions became longer as she worked the oil in. It wasn't long before she was making excursions down under the towel over Danielle's buttocks and across her sides, gliding across her breasts. In the context of the massage it all felt good.

Maggie slipped the towel from Danielle's body and set it aside. Pouring warm oil into her hands she applied it liberally to Danielle's bottom. Maggie worked it into her bum then lower between her legs, running her hands over her thighs. The massage progressed down her legs then back up between her legs again. Danielle began to feel aroused as Maggie's hands just brushed against her clit with some regularity. Danielle felt something warm, hard and smooth on the base of her spine.

"I'm going to do some hot stones therapy now," Maggie said in a soft voice.

She laid another stone above the first. The heat radiated through Danielle's spine. At least six more were lined up along her spine, then left to rest on her back. Maggie worked her fingers over Danielle's shoulders and neck as the stones were left to work their magic. 

"I'm going to leave you for a few minutes," Maggie said as she left the room.

When Maggie returned, Danielle was nearly asleep enjoying the sensation of the treatments. The stones were removed one at a time and returned to the hot water bath beside the massage table. 

"Time for the front side," Maggie announced.

She helped Danielle roll over onto her back. There was not attempt at modesty and she lay completely naked on the table. Danielle was feeling so comfortable she didn't seem to notice or care. Maggie adjusted the table to raise it just beneath Danielle's butt. The table split between her legs, allowing them to be parted without moving them on the table. Once again a liberal amount of oil was poured over her body, starting side to side across her breasts, then down her stomach to her waist. Maggie's hands wrapped around Danielle's breasts as she rubbed the warm oil into her skin. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts, running her fingers provocatively over her nipple. Danielle was again becoming aroused. Maggie knew how far to go and moved down to Danielle's belly and just barely teased her down to the hood of her clit. Her hands were in constant motion, running her palms when she wanted a firm touch and her fingers for a lighter feel. She took Danielle's left arm in her hand and pulled it up and outward as she massaged her left breast, running her fingers in circles. She repeated the process on Danielle's right side. A soft moan escaped from Danielle's mouth as she lost herself in the pleasure. Maggie continued to run her hands over Danielle's body from her toes to her shoulders, working out the knots.

"I want to give you the experience of a seaweed wrap," Maggie explained to her.

Danielle was completely trusting of whatever the masseuse offered and just replied softly, "Okay."

She was startled when a large glob of a warm, wet and gooey substance was draped over her chest and packed around her breasts. She opened her eyes to see of what the seaweed wrap consisted. Maggie pressed the material onto her skin and wrapped it around her legs and arms. She placed the seaweed mixture between her legs and pressed it tightly into her crotch. The seaweed reminded her of mud with fibers embedded. A foil like material was then wrapped around her body to hold the mixture and prevent it from drying.

"This mixture will detoxify your skin and replenish you with healthy proteins and emollients," Maggie explained. "There is a poultice in the mixture that will revitalize your skin but it tends to harden so don't be alarmed when things start to feel stiff. I'm going to give you a facial with the same treatment now."

The mixture felt soothing on her face as Maggie carefully applied it, avoiding her mouth and eyes. She placed cucumber slices over Danielle's eyes and pressed them against the sticky mixture. Danielle remained still, relaxing under the care of the masseuse. The soft music continued to play and the scents of the new potions added to the unique fragrance in the room. 

Danielle was so relaxed after being pampered that she half dozed on the table. The only sound that was noticeable was that of the music and the trickling fountain. She felt hands rubbing her right foot as the foil was suddenly unwrapped from both of her legs. Fingers pried the thick seaweed goo from between her legs. The poultice adhered to her skin and pulled on her clit as it was stripped from her body. Danielle could feel Maggie fingering her clit. It was not clear whether she was removing the material or doing something else. The cool air on her exposed pussy felt refreshing. Her skin tingled from something in the ingredients in the seaweed concoction. Danielle had felt confined by the seaweed wrap around her legs and arms, as if she were restrained by the wrap. Maggie spread the halves of the lower end of the table slowly to open Danielle's legs. She could hear movement but felt nothing for a minute or two. She lay still wondered what was about to happen. She heard the buzzing sound a second before the head of a vibrator touched her clit near the top, running against her hood, then down the length of her slit. With skillful manipulation, Maggie had Danielle moaning within a short time. Even though she was surprised by the vibrator, it felt so good that she remained motionless to enjoy the pleasure.

"Jack wants me to make you cum repeatedly as part of your treatment," Maggie explained.

"Ahh, so this was arranged by him!" Danielle thought to herself.

She felt a finger as it was inserted up inside of her, stroking her g-spot. Her body tensed and she arched her back as Maggie skilful manipulated of her pubic bone. Danielle was at the height of arousal, holding her breath with anticipation. She wanted to hold out as long as possible before releasing.

Maggie was very perceptive as she held Danielle on the verge of orgasm. She worked the vibrator for a few minutes more then shut it off. Danielle was going to ask her to keep going when she felt warm breath between her legs. The gliding and flicking of a soft and expert tongue made her shiver with pleasure. She had never been intimate with another woman before but she appreciated Maggie's sensitivity and awareness of her state of arousal. She knew how to stimulate Danielle's genitals with her fingers as she worked her clit with her tongue. Danielle felt a sensation like she had never experienced. It was almost as if she had to pee but more intense and involuntary.

"Let go, Danielle," Maggie encouraged her. "I want you to squirt."

Maggie relaxed and let herself go completely as she came. She felt the blast of her first ejaculation ever as a burst of misty liquid sprayed, creating a visible cloud. Her body quivered and tingled from her groin down to her toes. She screamed as she experienced the most powerful release of her life. Daniel lay limp on the table, exhausted.

Without stopping, Maggie started to peel the moist seaweed from Danielle's body. Some needed to be unwrapped from her limbs while other places came off in molded sheets. Danielle savored the cool and refreshing sensation as her skin was uncovered. Maggie picked small pieces of seaweed from her body where it clung after the majority had been removed. Maggie started to clean her up by removing the cucumbers from her eyes. Danielle peeked momentarily then continued to relax and enjoy the pampering. Her face was scrubbed of the muddy mixture. The aftereffects made her skin feel fresh with the same tingle as she felt when the seaweed was removed from other parts of her body. Maggie looked closely as she wiped Danielle's face with the final scrub, making sure that everything was perfectly clean. 

As she watched Danielle's peaceful face she bent over and kissed her. Danielle's eyes opened wide. She didn't know what to think but noticed how soft Maggie's lips were against hers. She wasn't sure why but she raised her head to kiss Maggie back. This time they lingered as they kissed more passionately, then awkwardly stopped. They remained face to face, staring at one another in silence. 

Finally Danielle spoke, "That was nice," she said as she watched Maggie's eyes for a reaction.

Maggie took the hint and pressed her lips against Danielle's again. This time they lingered longer. Maggie placed both hands on Danielle's face and swung one leg over her laid out body until she was straddling Danielle on the table. They kissed passionately for what seemed like a long time. They touched their groins together, separated only by Maggie's gown. Danielle felt at special connection with Maggie at that moment. They lingered for a moment before Maggie swung her leg back over Danielle and returned to standing beside her. Maggie left Danielle alone on the table as she left the room. Danielle reflected on what had just happened. She felt turned on by it and that confused her. Had that need come up in her psychological evaluation she wondered. 

"You can go shower again, dear," Maggie told her as she remained in a trance-like state on the table. "You're free to leave when you finish cleaning up."

The signal that the massage was over came as a disappointment to Danielle. She desperately wanted more.

"I hope to see you back here again," Maggie said as she left the room.

Danielle slowly sat up and sat on the edge of the table running her new experiences through her mind. She got on her feet and proceeded to the shower. Every time she touched herself in the shower reminded her of the massage. She wondered whether she would ever experience anything like that again.

After getting dressed, Danielle walked out to the waiting room to leave the spa. To her surprise, Jack was waiting in a comfortable-looking chair. He grinned. She smiled back

"So how was the massage?" he inquired.

"It was very nice," she replied as she looked at him to see his reaction. "Thank you very much for the wonderful gift."

"I'm glad you liked it. We just have enough time to get back to our cabin to change for dinner. I'm sure that you will find our dinner companions to be very fascinating people."

"You already know the people that will be at our table?" she asked with some amazement.

"Of course, Danielle. I want to introduce the woman of my dreams to some of my friends. We arranged for a few couples with whom I am close to be on this same cruise so we can enjoy some time together. They are here for you too. They will help in your great adventure."

She didn't know how to respond to that but the thought made her suspicious. "Woman of his dreams?" That was the first time she had heard that too. 

"Come on, we need to get going," he said as he escorted her out the door into the bright late afternoon sunshine.

"After dinner, you'll need your rest tonight because tomorrow I have made special plans for our excursion onto Belize. We must take in all the wonderful things these places have to offer." 

They walked at a nice pace as she looked in wonder at all the people enjoying themselves on deck, listening to calypso music that was being played by a band near the pool. The festive music made her feel excited again, wondering about all the new information she had just been given. Their destination port of Belize was all that he offered as a clue to their next adventure. They arrived at their room from a different direction than before, she thought. The immenseness of the cruise ship had become obvious to her. They entered their cabin where she had to smile at the towels that had been fashioned to look like monkeys hanging from the bed posts built into the headboard.



The Game Ch. 02



Continuing on from where the Game ended. Lynn gave in to her desires and now has to pay her debt to the rest of the group.

Jenifer walked over to Lynn as the spasms of her climax ended. Putting a hand on each side of Lynn's head she pulled Lynn to her pussy. "You can start paying up by licking me." Lynn's eyes were still glazed with lust as her face was pushed into Nikki's neatly trimmed bush. Lynn reached up and grabbed Jenifer's ass as she started licking her. Her tongue licking up and down the folds of Jennifer's pussy. Jenifer whimpered as Lynn licked her. Lynn then found Jenifer's clit and put her lips over it using her tongue to play with it. Jenifer's hips started to buck and she cried out as her pleasure soared. Then with a shudder she pulled Lynn tight to her as she came all over Lynn's face.

Jenifer let go and flopped down on the couch next to Lynn. Her breath was still coming in gasps as Doug watched her tits heaving up and down. Michelle walked over and said, "Lynn you look good like that." She sat down on Lynn's lap and started playing with her tits. Michelle said, "I have a deal for you. Actually more of a bet. If you can get me off in less than five minutes I'll take over for you. If not then you have to take my place if I lose in the future."

Lynn thought she might have just gotten a reprieve. "You have a bet." She started fondling Michelle's luscious breasts. Michelle got up and walked to the middle of the room. "You ready to start?"

Lynn got up and knelt down in front of Michelle. Tiffany said, "The five minutes starts now." Lynn started licking Michelle as she reached up and started to pull apart her pussy lips with her right hand. As Lynn licked faster Michelle's breathing started to speed up. Michelle pushed Lynn down onto her back and climbed on top of her. Doug watched as Michelle straddled Lynn. Michelle put a knee on each arm pinning them to the ground. Lynn started licking Michelle again as she lowered down. Then Michelle leaned back so Lynn couldn't lick her any longer. Then Michelle reached back and started fingering Lynn.

Lynn complained, "That's not fair," as she started trying to get one of her arms free.

"You mean like purposely throwing a round so someone else loses a piece of clothing?" Michelle asked. She leaned forward putting her nice round breasts in Lynn's face. "You wanted to see them earlier. Here get a good view."

Lynn took advantage and started licking Michelle's breasts. Playing over the areola of one then the other. Then she felt the dildo slid back into her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as she squirmed trying to get an arm free. Michelle held her tight to the ground grinding her breasts in Lynn's face. Lynn started sucking on the left nipple and Michelle felt a wave of pleasure. She heard Tiffany telling everyone that one minute was left. Lynn pulled her arms free, but Michelle didn't care because she knew Lynn didn't have enough time left to get her off. Lynn wiggled as the dildo started in and out of her pussy slowly building in speed. She saw past Michelle's tits that Nikki was pushing the dildo in and out. Her fingers found Michelle's slit and slid along it. Her breathing quickened and she started pushing her fingers in and out of Michelle's pussy in time with the dildo. Michelle rose up to give her a better angle. Lynn felt her pleasure building and stopped fingering Michelle as she came again. Then she heard Tiffany say "and that's time."

Michelle moved forward and ground her pussy in Lynn's face. "Now you can make me cum." Lynn started licking her. She felt her juices running down her legs as the dildo was pulled out. She wanted to tell them how empty she felt without it in her, but Michelle wasn't about to let her stop licking. Then Lynn felt Doug's cock slowly part her lips. She moaned and Michelle screamed in pleasure as she came. Her juices running down Lynn's face into her long blond hair. Tiffany pulled off her soaking wet panties and sat on Lynn's face. Her juices mixing with Michelle's as Lynn started licking Tiffany's pussy. Doug was picking up speed. 

As Doug continued at a good pace Lynn heard Tiffany whine with pleasure. Lynn's own pleasure was building. She started to cum and then Doug's cock was pulling out as her pussy pulsed. Lynn felt the warm splash of his cum across her stomach and over her tits. Tiffany shuddered and came all over Lynn as she squirted.

Jenifer having recovered crawled over to the pile of bodies in the middle of the floor and started licking the Doug's cum off Lynn's stomach and chest. Lynn pulled her friend to her and kissed her on the lips her tongue probing Jenifer's mouth. She scooped out some of Doug's cum into her own mouth. Someone started to use the dildo on her again. The pleasure started mounting immediately and Lynn knew her climax would come quickly. 

Someone pulled her hips off the ground and Lynn felt a dildo push into her ass. She felt so full as the dildos moved in and out of her pussy and ass. One pushed in as the other pulled out. Her pleasure peaked and she shuddered as she came again, but the assault continued. It only took a couple more thrusts each and she came again. She broke the kiss with Jenifer and said, "I don't know how much I can take." As her hips arched in pleasure. 

"You'll take it until we stop." Said Nikki with a tight evil smile. Lynn screamed with pleasure as it was becoming almost painful. She opened her mouth to plead her case and Doug filled it with his semi-hard cock.

"Get me hard again so I can fuck your ass." Lynn sucked on it and felt it respond as another orgasm ripped through her body. "Yeah that is good."

After a couple more minutes of sucking Doug was rock hard. He pulled out and walked around Lynn. She could barely move she was so worn out for the dildo action Nikki and Michelle had been giving her. He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her ass checks apart. With one fast thrust his wet cock filled Lynn's ass. He pushed in and pulled almost the way out. Slowly at first and then building speed. He clit was rubbing on the carpet with each thrust. Then she felt his cum spurting into her ass and she came again though it was only a small shudder. She was spent and it was still early. Lynn knew it was going to be a long night, but a fun one at the same time. Maybe being the sex toy wasn't that bad.



The Game Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Ron's Stripper Fantasy

March 1st fell on a Monday and my alarm went off at 6AM as usual. I stretched and got out of bed and stumbled to the shower to start my day. I was unusually horny this morning because Ron and I had an amazing sexual experience last week and agreed to fulfill each other's fantasies on a monthly basis. He got odd months and I got even months. We agreed that on the first of each month we would give each other a letter outlining the fantasy the other was to fulfill. Today was the first day of the first month of the game.

Part of me wondered if he would go through with it, but only a small part. I was anxious and found it difficult to concentrate on my daily routine of work not knowing when I might get his letter. We had only been dating a few months and I found the game a thrilling way to get to know him better. I knew about, and fulfilled one of his fantasies that he had never shared with anyone. And I got off on the intimacy and sense of power I felt from sharing a secret of his that only I knew. I hoped that today would allow me to feel that same high I felt then. 

I dressed for work and left the house at 7:00 AM. The weather was clear and sunny although it was customarily chilly for a crisp Chicago morning. I walked quickly to my car and made the short commute to the train station where I would catch the 7:20 train downtown to my job at an advertising agency.

I parked and grabbed my purse from the passenger seat and noticed a blue envelope taped to the glove compartment door that I had not noticed before. I froze for a moment staring at the envelope wondering how Ron must have gotten it inside my locked car. I plucked the envelope off the dash and held it, feeling that at any moment it would evaporate and that I would realize that I had only fantasized its presence. I was vaguely aware of my excitement and despite the cold; I was sweating slightly and had familiar butterflies in my stomach.

I put the envelope in my purse and hurried to my train. The train was not crowded and I was able to secure a seat to myself on the second deck of the train. I sat all the way in the back and my mind wandered often to the letter. Did I dare open it now? 

After a few minutes curiosity got the better of me and I found myself taking the letter in my hands. There were no markings on the outside to identify it as anything special. I laughed silently to myself thinking, "What if it's not from Ron? Wouldn't you feel ridiculous?" 

Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to open the letter. I tore the top off and slid out a single piece of paper with handwriting I immediately recognized as Ron's. 

Inside was written on small paragraph. It said:

Dear Sara -- Thank you for thinking of this game. I love the idea of sharing my fantasies with you, but I am also afraid of how you may react to some of my sexual desires. I hope you find this as exciting as I do, but I understand if you don't wish to go through with this. Please remember these are just fantasies and I would not do anything to hurt you, but since you did ask I have decided to be completely honest with you. Anyway enough of the BS. One of my deepest fantasies is to fuck a stripper. I have had this fantasy since my first trip to a strip club when I was 18. I will let you decide if you really want to go through with this.

I read and reread his letter, vaguely aware that I was tingling with desire. I was not sure how to react to this fantasy and immediately pictured Ron fucking some sleazy whore that danced naked for money. 

I found myself aroused rather than appalled at the idea, but I was not sure how to make this fantasy happen for him. It would take some thought. My train arrived at work in record time, or so it seemed. My mind kept wandering to strippers and Ron. I had no idea how to make this happen, but I knew who would. I had thirty days. This would be fun.

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I began my day with a phone call to my friend Michelle. Michelle is what I call my wild child friend. She has been around, and passed around and is definitely not afraid to admit it. If anyone would know how to make this happen, it would be her. I dialed her direct line and she answered on the third ring.

I told her that I needed to see her and would buy her lunch today. She said sure, but asked me if I was ok. I told her I was fine and needed her advice about something personal. She giggled and asked me if it was about my new boy toy. She must have been able to hear my blush, because she just cackled and told me to meet her downtown at her office at noon.

At 11:45 I was waiting for her in the lobby of her building. She emerged from the elevator with a handsome man in his mid 40's. Michelle is 27 years old and so gorgeous that she has been chased by men all of her life since puberty. She is 5' 10" tall, skinny with long blond hair and 36C tits. Her complexion is perfect and she has an outgoing, self effacing personality that makes her a great friend. She is very open minded and the most sexual person I have ever known. 

She waved to me and pecked the man on the cheek dismissively and headed my way. We hugged cordially and I asked her who her friend was.

"Just the flavor of the month, hun," she said as she smiled coyly. "He's a trader downtown who deals in oil futures; and if how he drills me is any indication of his trading skills, he will be a millionaire in six months." 

I laughed at her entendre and told her I knew I picked the right friend to talk to.

"Oh my now I am curious," she said and we went across the street to a Mexican restaurant that served authentic food and awesome frozen Margaritas. I never drank at lunch, but after Michelle ordered a Grande Margarita, I felt that one probably be appropriate for this discussion. 

After our drinks were served and we both had a long pull on the short straws of our drinks, Michelle turned to me and said, "Okay spill it. How is Ron, and what has your panties in such a knot that you are drinking on a Monday?."

I laughed and blushed at the same time. Leave it to Michelle to be blunt. I turned to her after another sip of the Margarita and proceeded to tell her all about Ron and The Game we had invented. I told her all about the blowjob I had given him; the tapes I had found, and the cum bath he gave me; and the game it inspired.

When I was done, Michelle stared at me with her mouth hanging open for about ten seconds and said, "Damn girl that is fucking HOT. I can't believe I never thought of something like that. Ron must agree with you. You are getting sex crazy, and it's about time if I may say so."

We laughed again together, and if felt good to share some of these feelings I have been having with a friend that understood me. Of course Michelle being Michelle had to have all of the dirty details (i.e. the size of his cock, how much he came, if I liked it, etc).

When I was done, I explained to her that we had decided to make The Game a monthly event. Her eyes sparkled at this news and she seemed to drink in every detail as I explained to her that even months were mine and odd months were Ron's. She immediately checked the date on her watch and saw that it was March 1st. 

"So did he tell you his fantasy yet?" she asked anxiously.

I smiled and slowly reached into my purse, torturing her, as I extracted the single piece of paper from my purse. She immediately snatched it out of my hand and I had another drink from my Margarita as her eyes raced over the words on the page. 

When she was done she handed the paper back to me with a look of concern on her face. "Well he certainly has raised the bar with this one hasn't he? So what do you think about all this?" 

I was confused by her reaction expecting her to be all for this adventure, but perhaps if I had offended Michelle I should rethink this whole game. "Er well I am kind of excited by the idea actually," I stammered wondering if maybe I had made a horrible mistake in telling her this. She could think I was crazy or a freak. I never expected her reaction to be negative.

Immediately her complexion changed and she beamed at me. "Really?" she asked. "Holy shit that's great. I thought you wanted me to help you get out of this game of yours."

"Well actually I was hoping you could give me some advice on how to make it come true for him." I replied feeling the relief flow into me. 

Michelle squealed with delight. "Fuck yeah I'll help you. I think this is the hottest thing I have ever heard of a woman doing for a man." She immediately picked up her cell phone and pushed speed dial. After a few seconds someone answered and Michelle spoke quickly into her phone, "Hi Sally, this is Michelle. Listen I have a bit of a personal emergency and I am taking the today and tomorrow off. Please tell Rick. Thanks." 

She hung up and handed me the phone and told me to call my office and tell them I'm sick or something. I stared at her stunned; not expecting this to happen so fast. I took the phone from her but hesitated dialing. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Helping you to find a stripper to fuck your boyfriend of course," she said smiling at me, and motioning me to start dialing. 

"Today?" I asked stunned again.

"Hell yeah babe. I could not work anymore today if I wanted to. And neither could you and you know it. Make the call and let's get this show on the road. And don't worry you will be back day after tomorrow." 

I shook my head in disbelief, but found myself calling into work for the first time in two years. Michelle lay 25 dollars on the table for our drinks and lunch and was putting on her coat by the time I hung up. 

I put my coat on and followed her out the door not knowing what the hell was going on, but feeling very excited at this turn of events. We crossed the street and went down a set of stairs into the parking garage. I got into her car and we pulled into light mid afternoon traffic. She headed south on Lake Shore and got on the Stevenson Expressway. 

Finally I asked her, "Where the hell are we going Michelle?"

She looked at me grinning like the devil and said, "St. Louis." 

************

Six hours later we were crossing the Mississippi River into St. Louis. I ogled at the size of the arch framed against a partly cloudy sky that I had previously only seen in pictures. I had questioned Michelle at length about the nature of this unscheduled trip, but she had only told me that it would be more exciting for me to just go with the flow. 

This frustrated me, but she was right. My imagination was running wild with possible scenarios.

She directed the car off of the expressway and into an upscale hotel's valet lane. We got out and she handed the keys to the bellman. We each grabbed our overnight bag that we had hastily packed and checked in. 

Our room was very elegant with two queen sized beds. Michelle began unpacking and told me to do the same. She told me to relax it was going to be a few hours. I was dying of curiosity, but did not pursue questioning her anymore. I unpacked as she suggested as she ordered a bottle of wine from room service. She immediately stripped to a pair of panties and a t-shirt and lounged on the bed closest to the window channel surfing on TV. 

I smiled at her lay on the bed adjacent to hers. The wine came and she answered the door in her underwear. After signing she returned to the room with two glasses giggling, "I think the room service guy approves of my ass." 

I laughed with her and we enjoyed the wine and caught up on some events of our lives, not talking about the one thing I was dying to know. What was coming next? What had she planned? Had she planned anything? What was she up to?

After another bottle of wine and a club sandwich again from room service I was feeling a bit tipsy, and in an up for anything state of mind. I suspected this is exactly what Michelle was waiting for. She knew me pretty well and I suspected was plying me with alcohol to prepare for the nights festivities. Michelle was still in nothing but panties and a t-shirt and I found myself admiring her long sexy legs. I could see the outlines of her nipples through the t-shirt, and I wondered if she knew she was giving quite a show to the room service people. I also noticed the pronounced absence of any kind of outline of pubic hair. I found myself tingling as I looked at her. 

"Jesus get a hold of yourself Sara," I thought to myself as I caught myself openly staring at her legs, pussy, and tits. 

I shook off the moment, and she must have noticed because she looked at me grinning and said, "Would you like to see my ass too?" She immediately turned over and pulled her panties down mooning me briefly and erupted into a howl of laughter.

I was blushing and cringing inside at the thought of her knowing I was almost drooling over her body. I stammered out an apology feeling very self conscious.

She just laughed and said, "Don't worry about it Sara. I'm flattered. Besides you're just a bit drunk and horny as hell." I blushed harder as she finally told me, "Hit the showers babe. We leave in an hour. And no masturbating in there." I smiled still blushing and rushed to the bathroom. 

I exited the shower wrapped in a towel and Michelle was laying clothes out on the bed. I noticed that on my bed were a set of clothes I had never seen before. There was a very tight fitting t-shirt, a blouse with a plunging neckline, a very very short skirt and a pair of thong panties. 

She grinned at me and told me that she was dressing me tonight and not to argue. I could not believe that these clothes would fit me. Michelle darted into the bathroom leaving me to dress.

An hour later we departed our room dressed in the sexiest clothes I have ever worn. I was both aroused and self conscious, but another glass of wine tipped the scales more toward aroused. We looked like two sluts ready for a party, and perhaps that is exactly what we were. I still had no idea where we were going.

As we exited the hotel lobby a limo was waiting for us. I was shocked. I knew Michelle made lots of money, but this was crazy. I felt a little bad about her spending this kind of cash on me. When I told her this she waved me away dismissively telling me this is the most fun she has had in years. 

I got in the back of the limo and Michelle immediately poured us two stiff drinks from the mini bar. The driver was smiling at us, definitely pleased to be chauffeuring us around rather than their usual dry middle aged business men. 

The driver introduced himself as Rick. He was a 20 something black man with broad shoulders and a mischievous smile. He had short hair and was built like a Nubian god. He was in a word "SEXY," and I wondered if Michelle had also arranged for the driver to be so sexy. 

Michelle handed the driver a slip of paper with an address on it. The driver looked at Michelle and then me and then again at the paper. He smiled knowingly and pulled out into traffic. 

Two minutes later we were across the river again in the middle of nowhere. I was definitely confused as to why we were heading out of St. Louis. The car ride went on and on down a country road for about 20 minutes until we came into a small town that reminded me of Las Vegas only smaller. 

Immediately there were strip clubs on both sides of the road, covered in bright neon. The stark and immediate contrast from dark farmland to neon signs of strip clubs was intense. I stared out the window taking it all in. I had no idea places like this existed. 

"Where are we Michelle?" I asked.

She smiled back and said, "Oz baby. I found this place a couple of years ago when I traveled down here on business. The guys wanted to go out and we ended up here."

I continued to stare out the window with neon signs proclaiming things like, "Live Nude Girls" and "Massage Land." After a minute, we turned off of the main road and into a dark parking lot behind one of the smaller buildings. 

My stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of going into one of these places. Michelle sensed my nervousness and squeezed my hand. The driver opened our door and let us out. He was grinning ear to ear as he saw our short skirts up close and his mind must have been reeling lecherously at the thought of us going inside. 

"Be careful ladies," was all he said. 

"Would you like to come in and protect us Rick?" Michelle asked him grinning. 

"Are you serious?" he asked obviously torn between professionalism and the thought of going inside with the fun. 

Michelle leaned into him closely letting her body almost touch his and whispered into his ear, "Very serious Rick." And then she did something I will never forget. She quickly licked his earlobe. I would have missed it if I had not been standing right there, but the message it sent was clear. 

Rick immediately took off his driver's jacket and threw it in the passenger seat. "Lead on ladies," was all he said.

Entering the club was an assault on the senses in every way. The lights were dim and the room was smoky. A bar ran the length of one wall and 6 stages were set up in the center of the room. Disco lights blinked everywhere and the music throbbed through the room. The main stage was at the far end of the building and at the time we walked in a beautiful brunette was dancing in nothing but a g-string as a group of men fed her dollar bills. 

The other stages were also filled with women dancing in various states of undress. Loud music blared as a DJ encouraged the guys to get one on one dances in the VIP room. I lit a cigarette (something I rarely do) and followed Michelle to a table off in one corner of the main room.

Rick followed us, but Michelle asked him to sit across from us so that we could talk without being overheard. He was more than happy to sit anywhere we liked. I sat down on a chair and immediately a waitress dressed in stockings and a tight corset asked us what we wanted. Michelle ordered us three vodka tonics.

She was smiling watching my reaction to the new environment. I leaned over and said, "Holy shit this place is crazy."

"Yep, but wait it gets crazier," she said.

I watched in amazement as the woman on the stage closest to us stripped off her clothes. She was probably no more than 20 and stunningly beautiful in a slutty way. As the music progressed she slowly revolved around the stage taking off the bikini top that barely contained her tits. She continued to dance, occasionally leaning down to pluck dollar bills from the men surrounding the stage with her boobs. 

My mouth was dry and I was mesmerized by the shear sexuality of this woman. I watched her continue to increase the intensity of her dance by spreading her legs for her patrons and touching the tiny triangle of fabric that covered her sex. More money came out of the men as she continued her dance. 

Michelle placed her hand on my forearm and squeezed gently. I glanced at her and she too was watching the stripper. She nodded for me to watch her closely. As the song wound down she slowly and teasingly pulled at the strings on her hips that held up her g-string. My mouth fell open as her g-string fell away and she stood completely nude on stage, much to the joy of her male patrons. Rick was drooling. I was mesmerized. And Michelle continued to gently squeeze my forearm. 

The stripper lay on her back on the stage rubbing her tits and hard nipples as the music throbbed. Her legs parted and she completely exposed herself to everyone in the room. Her fingers moved lower across her stomach. Her pubic hair was shaved in a perfect heart, and her clit was clearly visible. Her fingers found her clit and worked in small circles. Her hips bucked as dollar bills showered her. As the song began to wind down her body convulsed and shuttered in orgasm. 

Rick's cock was visible through his trousers and my own clit was on fire. My panties were drenched, and I wondered if Michelle was enjoying this as much as me. I glanced to her and saw her rocking on her chair sensuously. 




The Game Ch. 02



The song ended and my trans was broken as the woman stood up and walked off stage picking clothing but not bothering to put them on. She walked nude through the club and disappeared behind a door in the back of the building. 

I looked at Michelle and said the only word I could think of, "Wow."

She smiled back, "Wow indeed. That was fucking hot." 

"Hell yeah," Rick concurred. 

Ten minutes and a drink later, the woman who we had all just watched masturbate on stage reappeared wearing a new outfit that was just as revealing. She slowly made her way to our table and asked me if I wanted a private dance. 

Michelle registered the confusion on my face and whispered in my ear, "Say yes and she will take you to a back room and dance just for you." 

I, of course, knew about this, but didn't think anyone would dance for me since I was a woman. Now I felt a great deal of emotions. Did I want her to dance for me? Did she like girls? Did I?

Michelle decided for me by taking me by the hand and telling the stripper, "Yes, my friend is shy so we will pay double if you do us both together." 

The stripper smiled and nodded as if this happened all the time and led the way behind a velvet curtain on the other side of the club. 

Behind the curtain was another surprise. There were several couches slid into semi-private booths that were open only to one side. In the first two were men sitting reclined while women danced on top of them. On the first couch the stripper was straddling her client while he sucked on her tits. She was completely naked and grinding against his cock as if she were fucking him. He, on the other hand, was completely dressed, but the outline of his hard cock was clearly visible through his pants. 

Our stripper, who introduced herself as Crystal, led us to the last booth in the place that was set up as a double sized couch. Michelle and I sat down next to each other, our hips touching as Crystal stood over us. She began to dance and sway and within seconds was completely nude. I was again mesmerized by her. Her tits were firm and soft. Her body was athletic and her pussy was only a few feet from me. I could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating. Michelle held my hand as Crystal moved closer to us. 

She first put her left leg on the edge of the couch giving me an up close look at her pussy. She leaned forward rubbing her tits across my face and making purring sounds in my ear. Her hands were on my shoulders and I felt them move down across my own tits and she deftly tweaked my nipples making them rock hard. I was lost in the feeling. My pussy was soaking and Michelle was watching me intently.

She continued to rub her tits all over my body. I was squeezing Michelle's hand for all I was worth. My pussy was of fire. Slowly she reached down and slid her hand slowly up my skirt, gauging my reaction. Her fingertips grazed my pussy lips through soaked panties. I was squirming against her, both wanting more and shocked at my excitement. 

Then she was gone and on to Michelle. I watched her as she continued to dry fuck my best friend, missing the feel of her fingers on my clit. Michelle was not as shy as I was and I watched in shock as she licked crystals nipples. Crystal had her hand under Michelle's skirt and Michelle was moaning. 

Suddenly her eyes rolled back and she squeezed my hand tightly and said, "God Yeah." I knew she was cumming and I was stunned. I felt so hot and dirty. I loved it and was afraid at my feelings at the same time. And then it was over.

The song ended and Crystal thanked us for a dance and kissed us both on the cheek. Michelle handed her fifty dollars and she was gone. I was still in shock. Michelle took my hand and led me out of the back room and back to our table. Rick was sitting at the stage feeding a nude woman dollar bills.

I did not know how to feel. I had almost had an orgasm with another woman and my best friend. I did not even know Crystal's last name. Who was I? Did this really just happen?

Michelle leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Are you ok hun?"

"I'm not sure," I honestly replied.

"Well just go with this baby. I promise you will regret it for the rest of your life if you don't," she said to me. 

Instinctively I knew she was right. I smiled at her and on impulse leaned in and kissed her on the lips (another first for me). She kissed me back deeply. Something inside me changed with that kiss and it made me hornier than I have ever been. I let go of all of my inhibition and felt comfortable for the first time tonight. I giggled to myself and ordered another vodka tonic. 

Michelle then announced she needed to go to the bathroom. I sat alone for a few minutes drinking my vodka watching the men ogling the strippers and a few ogling me. I flirted appropriately and declined two private dances. I needed a minute to myself. 


Michelle came out of the bathroom and on the way back to our table she stopped by the DJ deck. The DJ was a large black man and he had to lean over the edge of the booth to hear her. He nodded after a few minutes and then Michelle left. 

As Michelle sat down I leaned into her and asked, "What are you up to?" 

She just smiled and said to fasten my seat belt. I sighed at her ambiguity and ordered another drink. Two minutes later the DJ announced that they had a very special treat for the guys. Two amateurs had volunteered to strip with one of the house dancers for an amazing three way strip show on one stage. I noticed that the stages had emptied except the one in the center of the room where Crystal was standing in her g-string clapping. 

The DJ continued, "And now straight from the Windy City, the goddesses from table three, Aphrodite and Athena." 

Suddenly the spotlight was blazing in my eyes and I could see nothing but white light. I was stunned. I felt Michelle grab my hand and drag me toward the stage. "No fucking way." was all I could think. Did Michelle really get me into this. Fuck. 

My feet found the two stairs leading up the stage, and I was vaguely aware of men clapping wildly all around me. I still could not see anything and my heart was beating a million miles an hour. I heard Crystal's voice in my ear as the music started throbbing drowning out much of the screaming men around us. She said, "Relax babe. This is fun. Just start dancing and I will do the rest."

I could see Michelle to my right and she started swaying her hips in time to the music and moving slowly around the stage. I followed her, imitating her dance as best I could. I saw her strip out of her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts. The crowd gasped as a group and I saw wads of cash being thrown at her feet. 

I felt Crystal's hands on my waist and I turned toward her. She smiled and pulled up my shirt as I instinctively raised my arms above my head to allow her to remove it. Crystal was naked, and I wondered how she had managed to strip all of her clothes off in such a short time. She was so sexy in those bright lights as she stripped off my top exposing me to a full bar of men. 

Michelle and Crystal moved me to the center of the stage pulling off my skirt as they went. I was now in nothing but a g-string and feeling incredibly turned on by the men cheering for me. Michelle was naked and I saw her shaved pussy without clothes for the first time. She was spreading herself for some dirty old man for 20 dollars and the thought of her prostituting herself like that both aroused and appalled me. 

As the song began to go into its final chorus, Michelle and Crystal kneeled on each side of me. They each grabbed my g-string on the side of my hips and slowly began to pull them down as men showered me with money. I could have cum right then. I felt my panties got to my knees and then my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked in a room full of men for the first time in my entire life. 

The crowd was going wild and I saw Rick in the back row standing and clapping for both of us. Michelle and Crystal stood next to me after the song ended and we all took a bow to the cheering men. Crystal then led us off stage and into the dressing room. 

After we got out of the main room and were back in the dressing room Crystal lit a cigarette and said, "Damn girls where do you two work? We really made some cash tonight." She proceeded to hand Michelle 500 dollars. 

I stammered out that we were from Chicago, but not strippers. She looked at us confused for a minute. "You mean you are civilians?" she asked looking incredulous. 

"Yes," Michelle responded. "Just two girls out on the town, but we are looking for a favor. How about you keep the 500 cash and do us this one favor?"

Crystal now was suspicious but nodded, "Okay, maybe. Tell me about this favor."

Michelle proceeded to tell her all about the fantasy, the game, and my quest to find a stripper. After two minutes of discussion, Crystal agreed to be my stripper for Ron. 

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Fifteen minutes later Michelle and I stepped out of the back entrance of the strip club and into the parking lot. Rick was waiting for us in the limo, and Michelle and I had somehow managed to get our skirts and t-shirts on. We had lost all of our underwear to the crowd, however. 

Rick pulled away from the club and I Michelle and I giggle in the backseat. It was 3 AM and I was so horny I was about to explode. I was ready to masturbate and I secretly told Michelle my plan to fuck myself as soon as I got behind the bathroom door. 


She smiled at me and said, "Why wait?"

She leaned forward and said, "Rick pull over for a minute would you hun." 

He immediately pulled off the road behind an abandoned convenient store. Rick stepped outside. Michelle leaned over to me and started taking off my shirt. "What are you doing I asked?"

"It's best to be naked when you masturbate; don't you think?" she asked with twinkling eyes. "Now strip and get to it."

She stripped off my t-shirt easily and then pushed me back on the seat and yanked my skirt down and off my feet before I could protest. She took my clothes and stepped outside with Rick. 

Less than a minute later the door reopened and Michelle climbed in naked followed by Rick who was also naked. My eyes sprung wide open at the size of Rick's hard muscles and his equally huge cock. His cock was at least 10 inches long, as big around as my wrist, and hard as a steel bar. 

Michelle was giggling and said, "You can masturbate if you like, but I need some big black cock."

She immediately kneeled in front of Rick who was sitting across from me and started sucking his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as her mouth enveloped his throbbing member. I watched her and could smell her wet pussy in the closed in space of the back of the limo. I was rubbing my clit fast and hard. 

For a minute I realized how surreal the day had become. Twelve hours ago, I never would have even considered something as ridiculous as masturbating in front of my best friend while she blew some stranger we just met. Then I let myself go in the moment and watched Michelle bob on Rick's cock. She could take it all down her throat and I could see his balls swelling as she moved up and down on him. 

Michelle then took her mouth off of him but continued to stroke his cock with her left hand as she leaned back over her shoulder to look at me. "Mmm want to watch him fuck me hun?"

I could only nod. She motioned me to kneel where she was as she climbed on top and straddled him. Her hand could not even close around his cock and I was amazed as she pushed the tip into her wet pussy. I saw her stretch as she moaned and his cock slowly impaled her. Rick was moaning and talking dirty to her as she began to slide up and down on his cock. 

I was frigging my clit like crazy. His balls were inches from my face as Michelle rode his thick black pole. Her pussy smelled musky and sweet at the same time. We were all close to cumming and on a whim I leaned forward and sucked on Rick's balls. He grunted almost immediately and knew he was seconds away from filling Michelle with cum. 

She was grunting like an animal as she fucked him. Her wet pussy was slamming up and down on him. With my mouth on his balls while she rode him, her ass was slamming into my face. I leaned back to avoid a broken nose and rubbed his balls with my left hand and slowly slid my index finger of my right hand up Michelle's ass.

As soon as my finger entered her, she moaned and screamed, "Yeah baby. Fuck my ass while I cum all over this thick black cock. God damn."

I finger fucked her ass faster and could feel Rick's cock pumping in her pussy as I rubbed his balls with my other hand. Then she came in a torrent and I could feel her ass grab my finger tightly. His cock was going crazy inside her as his balls contracted and I could feel his hot cum shooting inside her pussy from the finger in her ass. They both cried out together and shook violently. 

After they both came I slowly slid my finger out of my friend's ass and leaned back to watch them. She slowly rose up off of him and I watched as cum oozed out of her slick pussy all over his balls. She leaned back and sat on the floor next to me. "Jesus Sara that was hot." was all that she said. 

She then pushed me onto my back and to my total surprise buried her face in my pussy. I was too horny to protest being eaten by a woman. I was shocked yes, but my need to cum overpowered any inhibition that was left. I moaned as her tongue entered me and felt her sucking on my clit. I was bucking my hips into her face and could see Rick looking down at me with his big dick starting to get hard again. 

I was panting like a bitch in heat and bucking my pussy into Michelle's face. Rick was jerking his cock and telling me what a slutty whore I was. I watched him jacking off and felt my orgasm building as Michelle worshipped my wet pussy. 

Rick was pounding his cock right above my face and I realized what might happen seconds before it did. Rick erupted in a grunt and his balls contracted again just like when he was inside of Michelle. His hot cum flew out of his cock and striped my face with thick sticky ropes of cum. My body reacted in my own orgasm and I flooded Michelle's face as Rick came all over me. I was cumming so hard the world around me went dark and I clenched my thighs against Michelle's face.

I came around less than a minute later covered in Rick's cum. Michelle was glazed in my juices and Rick looked the least cum covered of the three of us. He smiled and got out of the car and got dressed. Michelle helped me up and used a cocktail napkin from the limo's wet bar to wipe some of Rick's jiz off of my face. We got back to the hotel and sneaked as fast as we could through the lobby and into the elevator to get to our rooms without being seen as the cum covered sluts we were. 

Once safe behind closed doors, Michelle stripped all of my clothes off me and threw them in the garbage can. They would never clean up. Then she led me to the shower where we bathed each other. We slept naked in the same bed that night and I dreamed of a return trip to with Ron the next weekend. I had Crystal's number in my purse and promised myself I would set Ron's fantasy up before the week was up.

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The following Friday came and I had as promised called Crystal to have her be Ron's stripper for the weekend. We planned the whole thing out and planned to have us "pick her up" at a strip club. We decided to use a different club since I might be remembered at the one where she worked. She said that she could do a few sets at a club outside the city for the weekend and we could fulfill Ron's fantasy. I agreed to pay for her hotel and rental car.

Ron was somewhat suspicious because he knew that I had disappeared for two days earlier in the week, but I told him a "white lie" about a work trip at the last minute and I think he bought it. I told him I was tired after a long week and wanted to go out and have a few drinks after work. I agreed to meet him at a quiet place north of the city.

I arrived around 6:00 pm dressed in tight black dress that made me feel so sexy. I found Ron sitting at the bar smoking a cigar and drinking an expensive scotch. I sat next to him and ordered a martini. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he never knew me to drink hard liquor. 

I smiled and said, "Special night. How was your day baby?"

He smiled and said, "Great babe. You look hot as hell. What is the occasion?"

"No occasion," I replied. "Just like to look sexy for you." I leaned in and kissed him sensuously on the lips and let my hand wander across his cock. I immediately felt his cock stir, but I did not linger as I leaned back grinning at him.

"My my, aren't we playful," was all he said.

We got dinner at the bar and continued to drink and talk about our day. At around 9:00 pm, I told him I thought it was time we left. He had planned to stay at my place and we stepped outside to grab a cab.

We got inside the cab and I immediately handed the driver a note with the address of the strip club on it along with 20.00 dollars. Ron smiled at me mischievously suspecting that something must be afoot. 

Thirty minutes later we pulled up in front of a dingy looking building a few miles outside the city. The neon sign was well lit and advertised a "Gentlemen's Club". I stepped out of the cab and motioned for Ron to follow.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, "Hey babe you really want to go in there? I mean I know it was my idea and all, but it can get a little crazy in these places."

I smiled wickedly and said, "Baby I thought we would just check it out. I am sure I can handle it. Besides maybe you should ask me about some of the crazy things I have seen and done before you get too worried about offending my sensibilities. Besides this is your fantasy right. I can always get even next month."

He laughed and said, "Lead on girlfriend."

We entered the bar and after paying a ridiculous cover charge for Ron (I got in free), we were seated at a table near the back. The room was dark and smoky. The music was blaring to the point you could not hear the person next to you. Ron ordered us drinks as a young woman began stripping on the stage nearest to us. 

I saw Ron watching her, but trying not to appear to be watching her. I laughed to myself at how ridiculous it was that he was embarrassed to look at a naked woman onstage after I had been that woman just last weekend. 

I was thoroughly enjoying this, and after Ron got used to the idea of me being there, he relaxed nicely. The young woman dancing when we first arrived was the first to ask if we wanted a table dance. Ron was politely declining when I shoved 40 bucks at her and said, "Yeah do him baby. Do him good while I watch."

Ron went pale and then crimson. I sat down as the stripper, who was obviously enjoying Ron's discomfort, began to gyrate around and on him. I watched her perform and she was nowhere near as good as Crystal, but Ron's cock was most definitely responding to her. Every now and then I would whisper in his ear, "I bet you wish you were fucking her right now.", and he would blush again.

After the young woman was finished with my boyfriend she left to find another man to take for 40 dollars and Ron and I sat close together. "Fuck babe this is crazy hot. I can't believe we are doing this," he said.

I just kissed him deeply and rubbed his still hard dick through his pants. Suddenly the stage lights came on and the announcer was introducing a feature act. I looked up and saw Crystal take the main stage. She winked at me as she did her first twirl around the brass pole that was at center stage. 

She was easily the sexiest hottest woman in the place and I could sense Ron's attraction to her. He was mesmerized by her much like I had been less than a week ago the first time I saw her dance. I watched him reliving my own experience with this woman in my mind. My panties dampened at the thought of watching her fucking Ron while I rubbed my own pussy. 




The Game Ch. 02



When she was done she approached our table. She sat down and introduced herself as Crystal. Ron was obviously flustered. I shook her hand and introduced us both. She stared directly at Ron and said, "So are you two out looking to spice up the sex life, or is she gay?" looking at me.

Ron choked on his drink. "No she is definitely not gay," motioning to me. 

"Well perhaps bi then?" Crystal countered.

Ron didn't say anything as the thought that I might be bi went through his mind. He was clearly unsure how to react, and I could almost hear him wondering aloud if I had ever been with a woman. 

I smiled at Crystal and said, "Just out looking for some fun Crystal. What about you are you fun?"

She glanced from Ron to me and then said, "Well I may be fun if it's profitable."

"Of course, profits and fun go hand in hand. We were actually considering leaving to go somewhere quieter and more fun. Would you like to go with us if it were profitable?" I asked.

Ron was speechless watching this exchange. He was stunned as he watched me negotiate a price for him to fuck this stripper we had supposedly just met. 

Crystal asked, "How much fun were you looking for?"

"I was thinking all we could stand for two or three hours? How profitable would you require that kind of fun to be?" I asked still in character of the girlfriend pimp.

"Hmm how about 500 dollars of profit for two hours of fun?" she asked. I smiled and said, "Get your coat, and meet us outside in ten minutes."

As Crystal left to the dancer's dressing room, Ron's mouth hung open agape. He was absolutely stunned, and for the first time I realized he did not expect me to go through with his fantasy. 

I smiled at him and leaned into him and said, "It's your fantasy remember. I am just making it happen. It's too late to back out so get ready for the ride of a lifetime."

This seemed to break his trans and he hugged me close to him. "I love you baby.", was all he said but that was enough.

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We took Crystal to a nearby hotel that I had rented. We all three walked into the room and I pushed Ron into one of the chairs by the window. I drew the shade so that we would not disturb anyone outside and sat next to him. Crystal found MTV on the television and began to dance seductively to the music. She looked even sexier under the light in the hotel room that was not dimmed to hide any minor imperfections in her skin and body. 

If anything her body was perfect. She had 36c tits that sprang free as she released her bra, a tight ass, and a shaved pussy. She was dancing nude in front of us within a minute of arriving at the room. I could tell she was as horny as Ron and I.

Ron's cock was hard as a rock and straining at the front of his pants. I leaned over and unzipped his pants and fished out his throbbing member. I stroked it gently as we watched Crystal continue to dance lewdly in front of us. 

As the first song of her dance ended she pulled me to my feet and encouraged me to dance with her. I put on a show by grinding my crotch against her naked thigh. She seductively stripped me in front of Ron. First she unzipped my slinky dress and I stepped out of it after it dropped to the floor. 

Ron took over stroking his own cock as Crystal stood behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free and she reached around to massage my nipples that were already hard. Her hands moved lower across my flat stomach and into the top of my bikini panties. I felt her fingers rubbing lightly at my clit as she pushed my panties down in front of Ron. 

I thought Ron would cum right then, but he continued to pound his cock with his fist. I stepped out of my panties and turned to face Crystal. I kissed her on the lips and ground my bare pussy on her thigh. 

My fingers found her wet pussy and for the first time in my life I put my fingers inside another pussy. She was hot and wet and felt wonderful to touch.

We both then faced Ron and each took him by a hand and led him to the middle of the room and stripped him naked. Crystal got on the bed on her hands and knees with her ass facing both of us. I stepped behind Ron and reached around to hold his hard cock. I moved him slowly toward Crystal guiding his cock to her wet pussy.

As his tip touched her slick pussy lips I whispered in his ear, "Fuck that slutty whore baby. Fuck your stripper." I pushed him into her and slapped his ass as he began to pump his cock into her. 

As he fucked her my fingers reached down between his legs to massage his balls. He was fucking her wildly and she was moaning loudly. "Fuck her baby," I continued to encourage him. Within a minute he began bucking harder and I knew release was imminent. 

Crystal came hard against his and cried out, and Ron slammed into her hard as he began to spray his seed deep in her pussy. He came and came hard filling her with his thick ropey spray. His balls contracted in my hands again and again and Crystal moaned out with each ejaculation into her. 

Finally, after coming continuously for 30 seconds he began to slow down. His body was slick with sweat and my pussy was on fire at the eroticism that I had just witnessed. He slumped forward on Crystal's ass and she collapsed as well. I kissed him between the shoulder blades and whispered in his ear, "Good boy."

I slid down to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed where I could see his cock still buried in her pussy. Her lips were wet and his copious orgasm oozed around his cock. He was softer now and his cock slowly pulled out of her and a flood of sticky cum oozed out of her pooling on the sheets below. 

He was still panting and I was on fire with desire. Slowly he arched his back and rolled off of Crystal who was still panting in post orgasmic bliss. He pulled me to him and hugged me hard. I could feel his strong, sweaty body against mine and his wet flaccid cock pushing against my stomach. 

I reached down and took his prick in my hand and massaged it gently. Surprisingly his cock reacted and began to harden in my hand. I smiled and kissed him on the mouth. Crystal turned to us smiling brightly. "Fuck that was incredible." she said. "Looks like Sara could use a little attention."

She pulled me to the bed with her and positioned me on my back. "Eat her pussy, Ron." she said while massaging my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth go to my nipples and Ron's mouth to my sopping wet pussy. His tongue was stabbing me like a mini-cock and swirling across my clit pushing me to an orgasm like a freight train running out of control down a mountain side. 

"Oh Jesus yes," I cried as I felt both of them touch me deliciously. My hips grinding against Ron's face as Crystal sucked on my nipples. 

"Fuck her hard Ron," I heard Crystal cry a second before I felt him enter me. His cock was big and thick filling me to my pussy to its molten core. I cried out in orgasm as he fucked me hard and fast. 

I felt him holding my ankles apart and above me as he stood at the edge of the bed pumping his thick cock in and out of me. I opened my eyes as Crystal leaned forward, her fingers moving across my heaving stomach to my clit. She was straddling my face and her sopping pussy, still wet with Ron's cum was inches from my face. 

Her fingers found my clit and she moved in small circles that only another woman could reproduce. On impulse I licked her clit and was rewarded with her grinding down slowly on my tongue. 

I heard her scream, "Oh yeah. Fuck your bitch, Ron while she eats my wet cunt." 

Ron pounded in and out of me harder as Crystal's magic fingers worked my clit closer to an explosive orgasm. My pussy was frothing with excitement and my tongue worked on Crystal, not with tentative licks that I started with, but the deep licking of a sex starved lesbian. I tasted her sweet pussy and Ron's tangy cum inside of her. 

She was rocking her hips and moaning from somewhere deep in her gut. Ron was thrusting faster and faster. My tongue was sliding over her swollen clit. My pussy was on fire. I was close. Jesus this was good. Ron thrusted deeply inside me and began to spew his hot cum deep inside my frothing pussy, just as Crystal cried out her own orgasm and reached between her own legs to open herself to me. A sweet and tangy mixture of Ron and her cum came out of her quickly as if she too were ejaculating. My hips bucked as my own orgasm racked my body to the point of almost blacking out.

Crystal's pussy continued to grind on my face as my orgasm shivered through me. I could feel my own pussy grabbing and releasing Ron's softening cock in time to my body's reaction. I had just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. 

The three of us collapsed together for several minutes. We lay silently each enjoying the moment, not wanting it to end. When finally we recovered enough to disentangle are sweaty cum soaked bodies, Ron led me to the bathroom. I was once again amazed at my own reflection that was dripping with cum from my tits to my forehead. My pussy was oozing the mixture of Ron and myself. Ron hugged me and we giggled together as conspirators in a great secret. 

We stepped into the shower together to rinse off. When we got out of the shower, Crystal was gone but she had left a note that said:

"Sara/Ron,

Thank you for a wonderful experience. Call me if you ever wish to repeat it. And Sara: You can make a fortune at the club. Call me if you ever want to dance in St. Louis again. The guys loved you.

Crystal"

Ron read the note and looked at me. I grinned devilishly and he said, "What happened in St. Louis?"

I took him by the hand and let him to the bed. "I'll tell you while you fuck me again. After all you love strippers don't you?"

Ron gaped at me as I climbed on top of him and began stroking his cock. I began the story with finding his letter and finished with meeting him for drinks tonight. By the end of the story we both needed another shower. 

We climbed in bed to sleep as the sun was beginning to come up. As I snuggled against him I whispered to him, "In two weeks you get my first envelope."

He kissed me and said, "I can't wait."

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The Game Ch. 02



Quickening

"Please understand, Milady," Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. "If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal...unless you choose to end the game." Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attached them to her wrists.

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As instructed, Michelle had stashed her bags in the bathroom, and got to work. His instructions were the typical "prepare yourself" that he always issued for heavy play. She usually wound up getting a few swats for taking longer than 30 minutes, but Michelle was ahead of him this time. Today's long lunch covered the manicure, pedicure, and waxing. All she had left to do was shower and lotion. The honey and almond body cream he so loved left her skin soft, smooth, and delightfully sweet. She used nothing artificial or chemical. Every part of her body had only natural moisturizers and her own scent. Just the way he liked it. 

The whole process took less than 20 minutes, giving her plenty of time to explore the room. The entire room was perhaps the size of a small 1 bedroom apartment, every wall and door mirrored. Michelle shuddered, seeing her 35 year old naked imperfection reflected everywhere she turned. Along the wall by the entry was a counter running the length of the wall, ending where the clear glass shower wall began. The counter held a microwave, a coffee maker, and a wet bar. A small refrigerator stood beneath the counter. The seating area was placed directly across from the entry, 6 feet from the bed, which was 6 feet from the jacuzzi. The loveseat was deeply cushioned and padded on the front, back, and armless sides. Metal D rings were sown into the upholstery along the base on the front and sides of the loveseat. The overstuffed chair with ottoman had D rings sown around the sides of the ottoman, and along the arms, down the front and across the back of the chair. There were 2 inch eyehooks screwed into the platform of the king sized bed. Michelle counted 10 on each side and 8 at the foot. She stood on the bed and was able to touch the hook in the mirrored ceiling. She knew it wouldn't be used as she was sure she and Mark exceeded the weight limit. The 2 person jacuzzi had a hand shower massager and the usual warning against bubble bath and bath oils. The a glass enclosed steam shower had a similar shower head with a hose of at least 12 feet. The low wooden bench was bolted to the floor along 1 wall of the of the 6 by 12 foot enclosure. More D rings and eyehooks along the bench and on the 2 mirrored walls. 

At the 25 minute mark, Michelle's eye was drawn again to the large paper shopping bag. She knew enough not to take anything out, but she pulled back on the handle just enough to see several brown boxes, and what looked like a packing slip with Asian characters across the top. There were several numbers with checks beside them. There were no descriptions or prices. She took the slip out of the bag to see when the items arrived and where they were shipped to. Mark's office, of course. When her cell phone rang, she quickly returned the slip to the bag, and ran to answer.

"Greetings, Sir." Michelle said, trying to keep the tension out of her voice.

"When we hang up, immediately put down your phone. Go and unlock the door, then take 5 steps back and prepare for inspection. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She answered. At the click, she laid the phone on the counter, ran to unlock the door, and began counting 5 backward steps. At the 5th step, the door opened and her husband entered carrying a large brown bag, and smelling vaguely Italian. He smiled at her as he turned to place the bag on the counter.

"Please remain as you are, Milady." he said. "Eyes front, and do not move."

Michelle stood at attention. Feet apart, back straight, eyes forward. She listened to Mark wash his hands, lay dinner out on the ottoman, and then slowly walk around the room. Her mind raced wondering what he might have noticed out of place. She'd been careful to return the packing slip to the bag, and hadn't touched anything else in the room. 

He stepped into her field of vision, smiling. She stood still as he took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. He lifted her chin and tasted her neck. Touched his lips to her right shoulder, slowly moving his tongue down to her armpit. On her left side, he tasted her forearm, and the crook of her elbow, and her wrist, and the spaces between her fingers. At her breasts, he lingered on each nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. He circled her navel with his tongue, and she felt his breath on her hairless mound, his tongue barely grazing her engorged clitoris. He placed sharp bites down her thighs, and gentle kisses on the backs of her knees.

Standing behind her, Mark deeply inhaled the spicy fragrance of her hair. "Are you truly well prepared, Milady?" he whispered, tasting her ear and the back of her neck.

"Yes, Sir." Michelle answered evenly. The slightest tremor in her voice would be seen as a sign of weakening. The bites placed on her back made her shudder, and when his right hand moved down her buttocks and between her thighs, she parted her legs to accommodate him.

"You did prepare very well, didn't you?" Mark said, sliding his fingers in the moisture. He massaged her shoulder with his left hand, and abruptly grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head back. "Please, Milady, I want some more." And Michelle obliged him...her juices running over his fingers and down the inside of her legs. 

This was her favorite part of the inspection. When he was very pleased, he would deftly massage her to orgasm. When he was mildly pleased or even amused, he'd leave her gasping on the brink with the opportunity to earn release or punishment. He'd even tease her by sliding a wet finger up and down the delicate flesh between her buttocks.

Michelle gasped out loud when she felt him push a dripping finger into her rectum. A small whimper escaped when he pressed a second finger to the tight entry. She didn't dare try to run, but he let go of her hair, and encircled her waist with his left arm, massaging the small hole with the second finger.

"Yes, Milady, you did prepare well, so why am I not pleased?"

"I don't know", Michelle said hoarsely, trying not to respond to the discomfort of the probing finger. This type of violation discomfited her to no end. She hated the very idea of anal play, but felt her juices flowing in streams down her thighs.

"Did you follow my instructions to the letter?"

"Yes..." he forced the second finger into the protesting opening, nearly lifting her off of her feet. "...no...I'm sorry..." she gasped. She whimpered again as she felt the probing of a third finger.

"Tell me what you did wrong, Milady." He began slowly withdrawing his fingers.

"I didn't prepare myself and sit down to wait." she answered honestly. "I just wanted to look around the room for a minute." She relaxed as his thick fingers slowly moved out of her body.

"What else?" he growled, roughly thrusting again.

Michelle cried out. "I looked in the bag, but I didn't open anything." The whimper came again as she felt the 3rd finger pressing entry.

Mark abruptly withdrew his fingers and spun her around to face him.

"Shhh", he said smiling. "In this game we bear punishment in silence, understand?" Michelle nodded. "You do understand you will be severely punished for your disobedience?" Her eyes went wide, but she held her tongue. "This game is not like any other we've played. This punishment will be disproportionate to your offense, simply because I wish it. That is the nature of the game." He stepped around behind her and gently leaned her over the back of the loveseat. "Comfy?" She nodded. She was familiar with this type of punishment. She'd endured spankings before, but only for severe infractions when she agreed she truly deserved them. This was not one of those times.

She listened as he drew his belt, and steeled herself for the blows. As the first ones fell across her buttocks, she began to count. At the 10th blow, she prepared to stand, but Mark's hand on her back stopped her. "You still don't understand, do you Milady?" She tried to turn her head to look at him, but he held her head still. "Do not move. You will move only when I say so." Another blow. "Your punishment is over when I say so." Another blow, harder than before. "If I am enjoying watching you writhe and squirm..." another blow, nearly buckling her knees. "...you will bear it until I tire of it." 

As the belt began striking her thighs, Michelle felt herself slowly understanding. A safeword would not end this spanking. This extreme and unfair punishment would only end if she quit the game. This is that fantasy she'd been hinting at. The ultimate Master/slave scene. None of the negotiated limits applied in this game. She was in an all or nothing scene, and had no idea where it was going. Her husband knew all of her secrets and fantasies...and she knew none of his. She didn't know what he was thinking or planning or what she'd have to endure. She only knew that she would endure this, and not end the game.

Michelle felt her mind retreating as her body absorbed the blows and the sound of the belt against her flesh became a distant echo. She had no idea when the spanking stopped. She heard his voice calling to her, telling her to stand up. Her breath came in silent gasps. She had endured. Turning to face him, she stood waiting for him to take her into his arms, and use his hands to soothe her burning skin. No such comfort came. He took her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, he licked the tears that had escaped down her cheeks. 

"In this game, there is only obedience. Do you understand now, Milady?" Michelle nodded. "You may speak in answer to a direct question, ok?"

"Yes," she said. Not sure of her voice.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes."

"Good. Go to the bar and get a drink of water. When you are finished, wipe your face with a damp paper towel, and then come back and lean over the back of the loveseat again."

Michelle looked into his eyes for a clue of what was coming. She glanced at the tyvek bands on her wrists, not sure she could endure a renewed spanking of that level. In the face of his slightly mocking smile, she felt herself crushing all thoughts of surrender. "I knew you wouldn't give up", he said as she moved to follow his instructions. "Please do hurry. We don't want dinner to get too cold." 

Leaning over the loveseat again, Michelle focused only on the instruction as the pain in her buttocks and thighs subsided. "Spread your legs, please", he said. She gasped as she felt him apply something cold and wet to her rectum, this time slowly and gently working his thumb in and out. "This is not more punishment, Milady. This is part of your training." He withdrew his thumb and she felt a much larger object pressing at the small opening. She recognized the firm pliable texture of silicone.

"This won't be so bad, Milady, honest." Michelle refused to let the whimper escape her throat. "Now bear down and push out against it. It will help you to receive it better." Michelle complied and found that she did open up without so much pain. "There's a good girl," he said, stroking her still burning flesh. "Now I want you to rock back and forth slowly, feeling each section entering and filling you." 

She felt him reach between her legs as her juices flowed again. His fingers touched her everywhere at once, massaging clitoris and labia, and thrusting as deeply as his hand would allow. She rocked back and forth slowly on his hand, moans and purrs coming freely from her mouth. While she rocked, Mark gently encouraged her as the gradually increasing rings of the plug disappeared into her slowly yielding opening. When she was fully impaled, a press of the recessed button in the base brought the vibrating plug to life. The new sensation drew a sharp gasp from Michelle and her rocking increased. "Scandalous, isn't it, Milady?" Mark laughed as he worked the plug in and out of her, keeping pace with her frenzied rocking. "At it's widest point, the plug is much larger than me, and you readily open to accommodate it..." He leaned down to whisper into her ear "...and you love it, don't you bitch."

With her breath coming in ragged gasps and choking sobs, Mark abruptly withdrew his hand. She whimpered, but quickly regained momentum, thrusting back against the vibrating plug. He pressed the button, ending the vibrations. "P...p...please..." she whined as he held the plug motionless.

He slowly moved the plug until it was firmly in place, and would only come out if pulled. He pulled her into a standing position, and turned her to face him. "Now...now, Milady. There will be plenty of time for that. You're going to wear this plug all weekend. I know you don't believe it now, but if you endure the game, in the end you will beg me to do much more than sodomize you...and you will do so in the most indelicate ways imaginable. Now...let us dine, shall we?"

...to be continued.



The Game Ch. 02



After Jane had sucked my cock in the car she had passed out and had gone to sleep. When we got home I carried her to bed and covered her up so she could sleep it off.

The morning arrived and I woke up first. Jane was still sound asleep still in the garter belt and stockings that she had on last night. I got out of bed and went in to take a shower. As I was in the shower my mind went back to last night and the sight of Jane in that hallway with a cock in each hand and half naked being finger fucked and groped. I started soaping my body and my cock was hard as it had ever been. 

I got out of the shower and put on a robe to go to the kitchen to get some coffee and something to eat. As I was fixing some breakfast I heard the shower in the bedroom turn on. Jane had apparently wakened up and was cleaning up.

I was sitting at the table eating when she walked in. She had a very short silk robe wrapped around her and her long hair was still wet from the shower. She did not say a word and went to the coffee pot. She poured herself a cup and came to the table to sit down. You could tell she did not know what to say and was apparently waiting for me to say something. I sat quietly eating my breakfast; I was not going to be the first one to speak this morning.

She then spoke in a very quiet voice, "I think we need to talk about last night or at least the parts I remember."

I very quietly replied, "Why? Do you think things went a little far?" She replied, "I know they went farther than ever before and if I made you mad I am sorry. I just had too much to drink and they were so attentive I lost track of who and where I was." She started to cry.

I said, "I could not believe when I walked into that hallway and there you were half naked in a public place being finger fucked and a cock in each hand."

She was sobbing, "I know, I know, I was out of my mind with lust and alcohol."

I asked, "If I had not been there would you have fucked those guys?"

She was crying and sat and thought for a minute. She then said what caused me to wince, "I don't know for sure."

I said, "Do you want to fuck other men?" She said, "No, or at least I did not think so. It was all just so exciting. I have not had a strange cock in my hand since you and I got married and I have not had another man touch me sexually since then either." 

I got up and walked to the sink to clean up the breakfast mess I had made. Jane got up and spun me around and wrapped her arms around me. That is when we both knew my body had betrayed me. My cock was as hard as a bar of steel. She did not say a word just dropped to her knees, opened my robe and put my hard cock into her mouth. Her warm wet mouth felt wonderful as she cupped my balls in her hand and swallowed even more of me. She then wrapped her hand around it and started to pump it and I could feel her saliva running down my cock giving her some lubrication. She was swallowing as much of it as she could on each down stroke and the head of my cock was hitting the back of her throat each time.

I stood her up and lifted her onto the kitchen bar. I opened her robe and immediately sucked one of her big full breasts into my mouth. Her nipples were already hard from excitement before I even got a tongue on them. I squeezed her big full tits together and sucked both nipples into my mouth at the same time, which brought a moan from her lips. I started kissing down her firm tight belly to the top of her cleanly shaven pussy. She leaned back on the counter holding herself up with her hands and let her head roll back. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top of it. I put a finger in her pussy and her juices were already flowing. I applied my tongue to her clit and as soon as I hit it she moaned and laid all the way back onto the bar. I sucked her hard little bud into my mouth and was lashing it with my tongue. I reached my finger inside her even further and found her rough little g spot and massaged it while I was sucking on her clit. She said, "OH GOD, YES." I always know when I have it right when I hear this. She started to tremble. I looked up and she had both hands full of her tits and was pinching her hard nips. She then jerked and "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" and she came on my mouth and tongue flooding me with the sweet sensation of her juices. I then spun her around on the bar top and climbed up with her and stuck just the head of my cock into her pussy. She arched her back wanting more and was trying to suck my dick into her. I pulled out and just rested my cock on her slit. I reached down and grabbed my cock and slapped it against her hard little clit. This caused her to moan again and she said hoarsely, "Fuck me!" I inserted my cock with no teasing this time and sunk into her until our groins were meshed together. She started twisting and grinding on my cock and then wrapped those beautiful long legs around my waist to hold me there. I began to piston in and out of her as her pussy muscles were sucking my cock. I stroked in and out several times and I could feel the cum rising in my balls. I climbed off of her and said, "Last night you wanted my cum in your mouth so get ready." I walked to the head of the bar to her face and she leaned her head back over the bar edge so that she was hanging upside down and opened her mouth. In this position she swallowed nearly all of me. As soon as I felt my cock hit the back of her throat I let loose. She slightly gagged but swallowed the entire load as it shot down her throat.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she laid her head back on the bar top. I stood there catching my breath and she said demurely, "I guess I am not in too much trouble?" I replied, "Not too much but, we are going to have some rules about how far our game goes." She quietly replied, "I understand."

The rest of that day and the next week went pretty much normal with the exception that Jane was coming to me for sex nearly everyday and sometimes twice a day. We made love in all different rooms including the shower twice that week. This was definitely different because before the weekends adventure it was once every week or two. We had fallen into the married couples routine of work and household duties and at night just went to sleep.

Saturday rolled around again and I was up early to get started on the day. I jumped into the shower and right behind me was Jane. She grabbed the soap and started to soap my back and butt. She slid her hands around to my stiffening cock and started to stroke it. She whispered in my ear, "Can we go out to play tonight?" How could I argue while she had my dick in her hand and was stroking it? I replied, "Yes but, we have to set some ground rules." With that she was really stroking my cock and I shot my load in the shower. We finished washing up and got out to towel each other off. Jane left the bathroom and went into the kitchen naked. This was a first her walking around the house in a who cares naked fashion. I went into the kitchen and said, "Are we feeling a little bold today walking around naked where the neighbors can see." She replied matter of factly, "If they do not have anything better to do then let them look." She then said, "What are the ground rules going to be?"

I said,

"Number 1, no fucking." "Number 2, we go out of town so that we do not get embarrassed with friends or work associates." "Number 3, we stay in sight of each other so nobody gets hurt and the other knows what is going on at all times."

Jane asked, "Is that all?" I replied with a inquisitive tone, "Is that enough or do you want to add some?" She shrugged and said, "I think that probably covers it." Then excitedly she said, "I know where we can go where there will be a lot of tight assed cowboys and cowgirls in Wranglers."

The rest of the day went fairly normal other than anticipation and excitement that was building in each of us and the fact that Jane ran around the house all day mostly naked.

About 5 o'clock she said. "I am going to get ready for tonight you better too and if you want to fit in you should wear your boots and jeans."

She went in to take a shower and I got dressed. I wore the tightest fitting jeans I had and a pair of roper boots. I then went to the family room to watch some TV while Jane finished getting ready.

When she walked around the corner my jaw hit the floor. I think I stuttered, "So I see you are not going to play fair tonight." She had on a very short denim skirt that she had fashioned out of a skirt that used to be longer. She had on a loose denim shirt that she had unbuttoned clear to the knot that she had tied in it just under her tits and her tits were roaming free. She had on a pair of red cowboy boots that came up three quarters of the way on her calves. Her hair was fluffed out in the big hair rodeo style and she was gorgeous to say the least. 

She seductively said, "Who is not playing fair? With those tight ass jeans and the bulge in your crotch you will be the hit of every cowgirl there."

She said, "We better get going it is about an hour drive."

When I opened the door to let her in the car she could not keep the skirt pulled down and she had no panties on her cleanly shaven pussy. I swallowed hard and wondered what tonight was going to bring.

On the way there we talked very little there was electricity in the air. She did say, "When we get there you go in first and I will follow you."

We found a parking place and I leaned over and kissed her and said, "I Love You." She winked at me and said, "I Love You too. See you inside." 

The place was packed and there were a lot of cars and pickups in the parking lot. I walked in the front door and had to stop to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the place. Once I could see I picked my way toward the bar and ordered a beer. I sat facing the door so I could see when Jane came in.

About 10 minutes later Jane walked through the door. Like me she had to let her eyes adjust. While she was standing there I noticed several guys who were apparently watching the door for "new meat". When Jane walked in there was a lot of rib poking and nodding toward the door. 

Jane has a style that when she enters a room says, "I own the fucking place" kind of attitude. She took that attitude and strutted to the bar and sat about four seats down from me. She ordered a red beer from the bartender and immediately a tall good looking cowboy slide some money to the bartender and said, "I'll get that." Jane turned around and said, "Why thank-you." Her beer arrived and the cowboy said, "Would you like to join me and my friends at our table?" She replied rather seductively, "Sure why not."

She got up from the bar and went with him to their table. There were three other guys at the table and as gentlemen do they all stood up when she arrived. You could tell they were making introductions as they each shook her hand. They were sitting in a half moon booth and they let Jane slide in and there were 2 guys on each side of her. They started chatting and drinking their beers.

I looked around the bar for any lonely ladies and there did not seem to be many. That is probably why Jane got pounced on so quickly. That and the fact of the way she looked and was dressed did not hurt.

I sat at the bar and kept drinking beer and watching the table Jane was at. They were also on their fourth beer when the band started to play. 

The dance floor filled up quickly and one of the cowboys offered Jane his hand and apparently was asking her to dance. Jane slid out of the booth and in doing so gave her cowboy a shot of her naked pussy. When she stood up the skirt had bunched up and the bottom of her ass cheeks was showing. She reached down for the hem and pulled her skirt down like it was no big deal. The two guys sitting next to me saw the show also. One of them poked the other and said, "Holy Shit did you see what I saw?" The other guy replied, "Yah, I saw it. She has a fine tight ass." The other guy said, "Damn man you must have missed the shaved beaver shot. She has a damn fine looking pussy also."

Jane and her cowboy went to the dance floor and with the crowded floor I had a hard time keeping her spotted so I moved to a different location where I could better see the floor and the table. As I was moving to my new vantage point I felt a pinch on my ass. I turned around and a very good-looking blonde was looking over her shoulder and grinning at me as she walked away.

I sat down at a table next to the floor and spotted Jane dancing with her cowboy of the moment. They were 2 stepping to a George Strait song and nothing abnormal was going on yet. The band then slowed it down and played a slow dance song. The cowboy pulled Jane close into him and they started to dance. He had his hands on her hips and they were talking. They were mostly hugging and swaying to the song. His hands had traversed to her butt. Her tits were pressed up against him and there was no room between them.

The song ended and they walked off the dance floor past me. As they passed Jane winked at me and I noticed the cowboy had a hard on. His jeans were so tight it was evident to anyone looking at him. The band started a new song and when they got back to the table another cowboy asked Jane to dance. She bent over the table and her blouse fell open and her tits were visible to all of them at the table and anyone behind her could see her ass cheeks sticking out form under her skirt. She took a big drink from her beer and sat it back down.

Her new cowboy and her were hitting the floor to a quickstep song and her un-restrained tits were seductively bouncing and swaying to the beat of the music. The quick turns were allowing her blouse to open up even further and you could see most of her tits. The fabric just covered her nipples.

My dick was hurting and straining to get out of these tight jeans. I could feel moisture as I am sure pre-cum was leaking from the head of my dick.

The next song again was a slow dance song and this cowboy was a little more brazen and had his hands lower on her ass and was slightly raising the hem of her skirt with his fingers on my wife's bare ass. His buddies at the table were having a great time watching their buddy getting a feel. I then noticed one of Jane's hands was on his ass and the other was between them no doubt rubbing his dick through his pants.

The song ended and they went past me again to their table and sat down. There was another round of drinks waiting and Jane nearly swallowed hers in one gulp. The guys ordered another round.

I knew I was again going to lose this game, as I was too enthralled in watching my beautiful wife in action. I also knew if I stood up my hard cock and wet spot would show.

The guys on either side of Jane were now almost sitting on top of her. One had his hand on her knee and the other more brazen cowboy had his hand on her thigh. She all of a sudden started to get up and they were getting ready to let her out and she said, "Don't bother." She stood up in the booth and stepped onto the table and walked across it to the floor. In doing this all of the guys were looking up her skirt and saw her naked pussy and ass. She was headed to the restroom and winked at me as she walked by. I let her walk by and looked at the table of guys and they were high fiving each other. I let her get to the restroom before I got up and headed that direction.

When she came out she reached for my cock and gave me a big deep kiss and said in a husky voice, "I guess you are too busy enjoying the show to play the game." I reached into her blouse and pinched her nipple that was already hard from excitement. She said, "I am so wet I had to go to the restroom to dry off my pussy before I left a wet spot on my seat." I reached down to her pussy and easily slid a finger in her slit.

She said excitedly, "I have an idea. Why don't you come to the table? I will tell them I met you and asked you to join us." I replied, "Sure, why not."

When we got back to the table Jane introduced me to Ron, Shane and Will. Ron was the brazen one who had been feeling my wife's ass and thigh and Will was the one who had his hand on her knee. They stood up and let Jane back into the booth and I sat on the outside of the booth. I said let me order another round as I am the new comer to the party.

There was a little small talk with me to be polite but during the small talk hands were again roaming on my wife's legs and thighs. Soon all attention turned back to Jane. Ron then suggested a little game of his own. "Bounce the quarter!" He said enthusiastically. Who ever bounces a quarter and it lands in the glass gets a kiss from our only female party member. Jane said, "Ok, but what do I get if you miss?" Ron then said, "We will buy you another drink." Jane said, "Sounds good to me are you guys in?" looking at Shane and me. We both responded with a "Yes."

Jane looked at me and said, "Ok, you are on the end you go first." I dug into my pocket and got a quarter out and bounced it on the table and could not believe it went in the glass. Jane got on her knees and bent across Will to give me my kiss. Ron and Shane who were on the other side had to have gotten an eye full of ass and pussy. I looked at them and their eyes were the size of half dollars and they were staring at her ass. As she bent towards me she gave me a shot of her tits hanging in her blouse. Will simply had a whole lot of tits hanging in his face. She ran her tongue down my throat and gave a deep passionate kiss that lasted awhile as she knew she was driving the guys behind her nuts. She kind of jerked and pulled away from me and I saw why. Ron had his hand on her ass and probably her pussy. I could not tell from my angle. She went back to her seat and looked at Ron and said, "Did you like what you felt?" He responded quickly and enthusiastically with a "Damn right I did."

Will was next and he missed the glass so he caught the waitress and ordered Jane another red beer. Ron was then the next and he made it in the glass. I figured he would as he recommended the game. Jane reached over and gave him the same kiss I got. When she leaned over her ass was showing under her dress and her dress had ridden up so far that her pussy was now clearly visible. Will reached over and slid his hand between her legs and inserted a finger in her pussy. She jumped slightly and turned and said, "Will! Are you taking liberties with me while I am intoxicated and kissing Ron?" Will responded with "I could not help it. It is so beautiful I had to touch it." Shane then bounced his quarter and he too made it. Jane said, "I think I have been hustled here." She again got on her knees and bent over to kiss Shane. This time Will and I had the view of her naked ass and pussy. Her pussy was so wet it was glistening. I looked over to see her kissing Shane and her tits had fallen out of her shirt and Ron was sucking on one of them. Will reached over and stuck a finger in her pussy and massaged her clit. This time she was expecting it and did not jump but gave Shane and exceptionally long kiss.

My cock was nearly ready to break trying to get out of my jeans and I felt like I was going to cum just from watching this display. She sat back down and said, "My, My, what is a girl to do with four horny men. Will reached over and started massaging her clit again and Ron reached inside her shirt and was pinching her nipples. Jane reached over and unzipped Will's pants and pulled his cock out of his pants. I was sitting next to Will and could not believe my wife had this strangers cock in her hand. Will was large too, probably 8 or 9 inches in length. She had done the same to Ron. She was sitting in a public bar with a cock in each hand and was being finger fucked and nearly had her tits on display. I was glad it was a dark corner of the bar.

Suddenly Jane slipped under the table and disappeared only to reappear with her head in Will's lap. She opened her mouth and sucked as much as possible of his cock into her mouth. She had her hand wrapped around it stroking and sucking it. I had never seen my wife with another man much less her giving a blowjob to a complete stranger. I watched as her mouth moved up and down on his cock and I knew exactly what he was feeling. Will leaned his head back against the booth seat and very quickly started to cum. He said, "Baby you are going to make me cum!" Jane did not slow down and Will groaned and shot a load into her mouth. She swallowed all of it. She disappeared again and all I could see was Ron sliding down in his seat. I knew that Jane had moved on to him and he was receiving the pleasure of her mouth. Ron also quickly came in her mouth with a groan. His hands must have been on her head, as I could not see them. Next Shane was adjusting himself and it was his turn to feel her velvet mouth and tongue on his cock. Shane also did not last long and shot his load in her mouth.




The Game Ch. 02



My cock was going to explode. All of a sudden I felt Jane at my lap and she was pulling my cock out. She wrapped her now warm and slick mouth around my cock and started sucking and stroking it. It only took a few strokes and I was cumming long and hard in her mouth. She tucked me back into my pants and crawled out from under the table. Her tit was hanging out and her skirt was nearly to her waist. She adjusted her clothes and said,

"Gentlemen it has been fun and thank-you for the drinks but now I have to take my husband home and fuck his brains out." She held out her hand to me and I grabbed hold of it and I got up. The guys were stunned and their mouths were wide open in awe. Ron spoke first and said, "Lucky Bastard!" I looked at him and said, "Yes I am." 

We headed for the door at a very quick pace holding hands. Everyone we passed was looking at Jane and I figured it was because many of them may have caught the show she was putting on. I looked over at her and she had cum running off of her chin. I reached over and wiped he chin and she looked at me and said in a very sweet tone, "Thank-You Baby."

We hit the door and were almost at a run to get to the car. She was removing her shirt as we went and by the time we got to the car she was naked except for her boots. I opened the door and let her in. I went very quickly to the other side. She had laid the seat back and had her hand shoved into her pussy and was already near an orgasm. I started the car and she started to moan and writhe on the seat. When we hit the highway to head home she was screaming, "OH SHIT, OH GOD, and started to shake violently and had an orgasm. When she was coming down she looked up and said, "Take the next exit." I took the exit and she said impatiently, "Turn right." We were turning into a State Park. She still had her hand in her pussy and was fingering her clit. She said, "Right there" pointing at a dark secluded empty campsite.

She got out and said, "I can not wait till we get home I have to have your cock in me now." She went over to the picnic table and bent over the edge and looked at me and said, "FUCK ME!" I dropped my pants to my knees and my already hard cock plunged into her wet pussy. Her pussy locked onto my dick like a vice. She was attempting to suck every inch of my cock into her pussy. I reached around her and grabbed both tits and was pumping in and out of her. I released one hand and took it to her swollen clit and was pinching it between my fingers. Her juices were flowing onto my hand and I kept slamming my cock into her. She was very loudly yelling, "YES, YES, YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" And she then convulsed so hard her knees started to buckle and I grabbed her hips to hold her up. I turned her around and sat her on the edge of the table and entered her again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and in a few more strokes I was ready to explode again. She said, "Yes Baby cum for me. Cum in my pussy I want to feel your hot sperm in my pussy." I started to moan and let out an "OH SHIT!" and unloaded into her. She again used her pussy muscles to clamp down on my cock and it was my turn to have my knees buckle and she held me up with her legs.

I pulled out about the time the Park Patrol car was coming down the road. We ran to the car and got in and pulled away. We passed the Park Ranger and kept on going.

We got back onto the highway headed home and Jane said, "I am hungry. How about breakfast somewhere?" I said, "Yah, I am hungry too. There is a truck stop just up the road that serves breakfast all day we can go there." She replied too excitedly, "That will be perfect!"

When we arrived Jane said, "I better go to the ladies room and clean myself up a little you go ahead and get a seat at the counter." The restroom was inside the front door and Jane slid in there to clean up and I went to the counter to get a seat. There were about 15 truckers in the diner setting and talking of their adventures on the road. I was reading the menu when all of a sudden it got quiet and the truckers stopped talking. I looked up and saw why. Jane had come out of the restroom and was making her way across the diner to the counter. She was walking with an exaggerated swagger and a bounce in her step that made her breasts slowly bounce with her walk.

I heard one trucker make a growling noise and another whistled as she walked past. She had straightened her hair reapplied some makeup and washed the cum off of her legs where it had been running out of her pussy. I am sure her pussy was also cleaned up. She did look fabulous and it made me want to whistle at her. She walked up next to me and sat on the stool beside me. I heard one trucker behind us say, "Holy Shit!"

I told Jane I needed to wash my hands and I would be right back. I walked past the truckers and all eyes were still glued to the counter and my wife.

When I walked back to the bar I could see why it was so quiet and they were staring. Jane had sat down on the stool and her skirt was pulled up and you could see her naked ass sitting on the stool. Another trucker had come in while I was away and had sat down right next to Jane. I am sure he must of thought she was a "Lot Lizard" as the women around a truck stop are so commonly referred to. He was a big good-looking guy who could have been an NFL player instead of a trucker. He and Jane were chatting as I sat down. Jane introduced me to Chad and I shook his hand. Chad said, "So, you are the lucky guy whom she calls "My Husband?" I said proudly, "Yes sir that would be me."

Chad sat at the counter and chatted and ate with us. He had gotten more and more friendly as the meal went on and had his huge hand on Jane's thigh. We were done eating and Chad dropped a bomb on both of us.

He said, "Folks, I am not sure what you are into but any man who shows off his wife like you are has to be into something. I will pay you $200 for a naked blowjob from this good looking woman." 

My heart skipped several beats and Jane turned and looked at me with a very surprised grin on her face. Chad then moved his hand up her thigh to within inches of her pussy.

I said stumbling, "Chad that is a very generous offer but" and Jane broke in and said, "Make it $300 and you have a deal." My jaw must have hit the counter top. I could not speak and my mind was going what the fuck did she say? Before I could say anything Chad said, "Lady you drive a hard bargain but I am sure it will be worth every penny. You have a deal." He said, "We can go to my truck." Jane said, "No, we will do it in the men's room. My husband has to be there that is one of the rules." Chad said, "Let's Go!" 

They got up and headed to the restroom and Jane turned and said, "Come on Honey." I stood up and almost fell back down my knees were shaking and my legs felt weak and I could hardly catch my breath. It was one thing to hit on guys in a bar and suck their dicks but this was out and out getting paid for sex.

By the time I got it together they were disappearing into the men's room. I walked over and opened the door and Jane had already taken off her shirt and her big full breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She slipped her skirt off and went to one of the stalls and put the lid down and sat on the toilet. Chad walked into the stall and Jane reached for his zipper. She reached in and said, "Holy Shit your cock is as big as you are." She reached for his belt buckle and un-did his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. His cock was huge. It was at least 10 inches long and 3 or 4 inches in circumference. Jane grabbed hold of it with both hands and started pumping it. She opened her mouth wide and started to put it in her mouth and said, "Wait, give my husband the $300." Chad reached for his billfold and pulled out 3 $100 bills and handed them to me. I thought I am pimping out my wife now.

Jane then opened again and stuck the huge head of his cock into her mouth. She adjusted and took even more into her mouth and then started pumping it with both hands. Chad took one of his big hands and grabbed her tit and started to fondle it. Jane was pumping and sucking on his cock and I was watching this huge cock go in and out of my wife's tightly stretched mouth. About that time two more guys walked in and were watching and stood behind Chad. I thought Holy Shit they are waiting their turn. 

Chad started to groan and now was pinching her nipple until it had to hurt but it seemed that it only turned her on more. Chad then jerked and grunted and shot his load into Jane's mouth. She did not get all of it and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her tits. Chad said, "Wow that was worth $300."

Chad stepped out of the stall and the next guy handed me $300 and stepped in. Jane looked at me and winked and pulled open this guys zipper and started to suck his cock. He was not nearly as large and she swallowed him whole and he quickly shot his load. The next guy gave me his $300 and stepped into the stall.

Chad had apparently informed his buddies of what was going on in the restroom because about that time 5 more guys came in the bathroom and stood in line waiting their turn. One by one each of them gave me $300 and one by one Jane sucked each of them off in her mouth.

The last one left the bathroom and I was standing there with $2400 in my hands. Jane came out of the stall with cum running off her chin and all over her tits, grabbed her clothes and my hand and we stepped through the hall to the ladies room. She said hoarsely, "FUCK ME NOW!"

I pushed her against the wall of the ladies room and reached for my belt to drop my pants. Jane grabbed my shirt and ripped it open popping off all of the buttons and pinched both of my nipples hard enough to make me jerk in pain then stuck one in her mouth. I finally got my pants down and my cock that had been hard through the whole ordeal was free. She literally jumped as I grabbed her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy and she grabbed my shoulders and started riding my cock. Her back was against the wall as she hung on to me and we fucked. She was like trying to hang onto a wild animal as she rode me.

She started to scream, "OH FUCK, OH FUCK YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" and she was cumming on my dick again tonight. My orgasm was near and I carried her to the counter top so I would not drop her when I came. I set her down on the counter top and she slid off my cock and down to her knees and sucked my dick into her mouth. 

It only took a few strokes of her velvet lips wrapped around my cock for me to start to cum. She said, "Cum on my body Lover." I groaned and she pulled off my cock and started pumping it for all she was worth. When I came I shot the first load onto her lips and the second shot into her hair and the third she aimed at her tits.

She then stuck my sensitive cock into her mouth and cleaned me up with her tongue.

She stood up and if she was not a sight. She had fresh cum and dried cum on her face and tits. She looked in the mirror and said wildly, "Oh my God, if I don't look like a slut whore." She used the sink and paper towels to clean up with. She then pulled her clothes back on and we left the bathroom to head to the car. 

The restaurant was nearly empty and all of her paying fans had left I guess to hit the road. They all had a memory to last a lifetime.

We stepped out into the morning breeze and it was just starting to get light in the eastern sky as the sun was coming up.

I opened the door for my little slut, whore wife and she turned and gave me a deep kiss. She said, "I Love You so very much." I looked deep into her eyes and said, "I Love You Too Babe." 



The Game Ch. 02



Thursday began the way Wednesday ended. My fingers between my legs.

This time though, I wasn't at all tired, and had woken from one of those dreams where you can't quite remember what it was about, but you knew it was rude, somehow.

My body remembered something about the dream though, because I was almost as damp as I had been the night before, and desperate to do something about it.

The morning was calm and warm, and I threw back the blankets, lay on my back and propped my head up on a couple of pillows so I could see what I was doing. 

I straightened my legs first of all, and then slowly pulled them up towards my butt, spreading my knees gradually, exposing my pink wetness to the air, and to my eager hands.

I could never quite figure out why, but I came much harder when I could see what I was doing. I liked to watch my fingers flicking in and out of my pussy, stroking up and down my labia, tickling over my dark thatch. I liked to see my fingers glistening with my moisture, to smell that odour which only an aroused woman can exude.

Somehow I was able to daydream at the same time, imagining that it wasn't my own fingers doing the walking; that someone else was encouraging me to open my legs; that there was a fat cock or a swift tongue caressing me.

And somehow, this time at least, it all worked. Images of guys, and glistening pussies, and fingers, penises, nipples and straining muscles danced before my head, and after hardly any time, I came, strong and clear, grunting helplessly with the pleasure, twitching in time to my pulsing groin.

I felt so great I'd have happily started all over again, but my concentration was broken by the clangour of my alarm clock, and by time I'd bashed it severely in punishment, I'd lost enough of the urge that I decided to get up and ready.

I debated the need for a shower, and decided eventually that I'd better. Horny girls smell, and while it's nice at the time, stale arousal doesn't work for me.

Soon I was in the shower, in that state of bliss that isn't close to sex, but is wonderful just the same. My long hair was under the spray, washing off the shampoo, when suddenly the events of yesterday came flooding back. I realised then that my dream was about the same thing. 

Suddenly I was terrified. Not all of me though. Part of me was horny again. Not horny enough to do anything about it, but buzzing a little. Nicely. I tried to balance that with the fear, and got nowhere. I never did.

Finishing my shower, I headed for the wardrobe, knowing full well that I was going to go ahead and wear the skirt.

In the end, after some consideration, and not a little wondering about who might have accosted me, I wore a blue tank top, and a pair of matching panties. Two reasons for this. First off, Ray bought these for me. A part of me wondered if it might be him I was dressing for, so it seemed appropriate. The second reason was a little ludicrous. I wondered if perhaps blue panties under a blue skirt would be a little more difficult to see. I needn't have bothered. The blue didn't match, and the skirt was too short to be able to avoid being seen, at least now and then.

I stood in front of the mirror for a while, jiggling and twirling, watching the effect. If I was careful, I could keep things decent most of the time, and possibly I could claim I thought it would be alright. Just. I was going to get hell about this. 

Of course, there was always the option to change my mind, and put something else on, but I'd agreed, and I didn't go back on my word easily. Anyway, to be honest, which I usually was with myself, I liked the buzz. 

I decided to go ahead with it, and made my way to the kitchen. No one was there, as usual, and I grabbed some breakfast, and headed down to classes. I had swapped backpacks, and walked calmly back through the park where so much had happened yesterday, even stopping to twirl around the spot from which I'd been dragged into the bushes.

I felt really good, and it showed.

Hitting a good stride the rest of the way there, I skipped up the steps of the admin building, and headed for my locker to swap some books. It wasn't until I got to the main entrance that I realised I should have taken my time on the steps, if I didn't want to show off my panties. I didn't really care though.

There were only a few people strolling back and forth as I reached my locker. Just as well, because as I opened it I was presented with a large piece of paper taped up inside; a message printed on it in a large font. 

I quickly closed the locker door, suspicious of everything today, but not without cause. I opened the door again slowly, just far enough to read the note.

Thanks Heather

Love the skirt. You look so hot!

Now lose the panties. Here. Now. Yes, really. It's not like you don't have plenty more. 

You said you'd play the game. Did you think it would all be easy?

Toss them in the locker, and carry on with your day.

I promise I won't make any more demands of you. Well, not today.

Now, Heather!

Okay, first read, and I just laughed. There was no way. By the time I got through it a second time, I wasn't so sure. Once more, and I was looking around me, checking for an opportunity.

Suddenly there wasn't anyone in sight, and I slipped my shoes off, hoisted my skirt up at the sides, and yanked the blue bikini panties down my legs, flicking them off one foot back into my hands. I threw them into the back of the locker without hesitating, walked back onto my shoes, and tried to pull my skirt down. 

It didn't move very far, and I was very nervous. The buzz, though, had stepped up a notch, and I knew I was going to continue. I swapped the books I'd come for in the first place, and headed for my first lecture, walking carefully, feeling very naked, very naughty, and oh so very horny.

I arrived at my first class, and sat with my good friend Annie. She was the best thing about history class. The lecturer was appalling. Under normal circumstances I could fall asleep in here. Annie's whispered chatter stopped that.

As I expected, Annie stared at me as I walked in, grinned, and said nothing. After I sat down, she gossiped about everything that could possibly have happened since we last caught up a couple of days before, and I actually forgot about my state of dress for a while.

Not for long though. Halfway through the lecture, I noticed that the lecturer kept looking my way. I looked around a few times, wondering what he was looking at, and then realised. It was me. I'd chosen just the wrong place to sit, and after I'd relaxed with Annie, I'd forgotten to watch so carefully where my knees were. I sat up abruptly, pushing the little skirt as best I could between my thighs, and tried to remember to keep my knees tight together.

I looked over at Annie, and she grinned again.

"You okay, Heather?"

"Oh, yeah, fine. Just fine."

"You paying attention to Fatso?"

"Not really. You?"

"Heather, I never listen to him."

"Well, why do you show up then?"

"Huh? Well... I don't really know. I'm going to fail the subject."

"No."

"Yeah, I will. I don't have a clue what he's on about."

"I've got some notes. Not many. But some. We could go over them, Annie."

"You think?"

"Yeah, sure. You want to?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"I'll sort something out."

"Yeah? Cool."

"Yeah, I... Oh, oh. Watch out Annie."

'Fatso' was staring at us again, and not because of my skirt this time. He was glaring, because we'd made too much noise. I made a cutting sign, drawing my finger across my throat, to indicate we wouldn't cause any more trouble. I was surprised he let us stay. Normally he threw out talkers with no mercy.

I sat quietly, pretending to listen to him, and realised that he probably let us stay because he was looking up my skirt. I'm sure I blushed brightly at that point, but I didn't move. I sat there, and replayed the events of last night through my mind.

I was much more careful when we left the lecture hall, suffering from all the mixed feelings I had when I walked in, and an additional dampness that verged on leaking. I was pretty sure that was psychological, but what if I was wrong?

Annie was unfortunately not joining me for my next class. She said she has something she had to do, so I said goodbye to her outside, promising to get back in touch about the history notes.

You know, it's a very strange feeling sitting through an entire lecture on biology, with a short skirt, no panties, and damp thighs. My mind wasn't really on it, so I was probably even worse when I left there, and headed back up to the library with my books, and a vague intention to do some studying.

I found the library was almost full, and the only seat I could find was at a table with a number of other people I didn't know. With my knees directly facing the issues desk, you can imagine what I thought every time anyone looked in my direction.

After about twenty minutes, having said hi to a few people who wandered past, and really trying to study, I started to feel much more strongly that I was in danger of leaking, and decided I had to go and check it out, and probably do something about it. I finally saw someone I could trust my books with, and asked her to watch my stuff while I popped out to the ladies. 

I stood uncertainly, and headed around the corner towards the bathroom. There was no queue, just for a change, and I found a vacant stall, went in and sat down. 

I swear I never intended more than checking out the situation, and cleaning up, and I lifted my skirt up to deal with it, but as soon as I touched my dampness with some tissue, I knew I had more work to do.

I waited a few minutes, until I was sure the bathroom was empty, dropped the paper, spread my knees further apart, and attacked myself.

Fingers from both hands delved deep inside, spreading and caressing, delighting in the feel of the damp slippery skin, and the tingle that was rising in my most private parts. It's times like this that I cease to have a vagina, lose my labia, forget completely about anything whatever, apart from the arousal, manipulation, and release of my wet, hot, throbbing cunt. My fingertips flicked over my clit directly, teasing it, forcing it into submission. Clitoral seduction can hardly take very long under these circumstances, and in a very short time I came to a shattering climax, rising up from the seat to try and stem the groan that was escaping from my throat.

The combination of the long period of arousal, the naughtiness of my dress, and the chance of discovery all added to the almost painful release, and I just stood there and shuddered, silently glorying in the feeling, panting desperately.

Eventually I calmed down a little, took some more paper, and cleaned up as I had planned from the start. It still felt nice to touch myself down there, but without any urgency. I could definitely have gone another round, but I remembered that someone was waiting for me outside, and resisted the urge.

I flushed and left the stall, checked that I didn't look like a raging animal in the mirror, washed and left the bathroom.

The book watcher gave me a strange look, and I couldn't decide if it was my skirt, the length of time I'd been in the bathroom, or some strange look on my face. I felt so good that I decided I didn't care, and just answered her look with a smile.

I managed maybe another half an hour of study before calling it quits and heading out for some lunch.

Another lecture filled in my afternoon, and eventually I made it back to my locker, still aroused, but not dangerously so. I really liked some of the looks I got during the afternoon, and wondered if I might get a phone call or two as a result. Then I realised what kind of a girl they must think I am if they do, and I didn't care. I just hoped I got the calls.

I wondered at least a little what might happen when I got back to the locker, and I waited until I had a little privacy before opening it. I was right to be cautious, because this morning's note had been replaced with a new one.

I know I promised no more demands today, but I have a request.

Could you please leave them off until you get home? I know you've enjoyed it, why not finish it off properly?

No pressure.

Birch.

P.S. You know where we met yesterday? I have left a present there for you. You'd better hurry. I don't think you want someone else finding it.

Oh, I was right to trust you. Nice top.

Somehow I knew I needed to hurry, and I fair flew down the steps to the street, careless after all of this, my skirt flying around all over the place. I came to my senses down at the street, and set a firm but not ridiculous pace back to the park, pausing on the path as a couple of people wandered past me, before beginning my search for whatever Birch had left for me.

It didn't take me long. Perched in the fork of a tree was an envelope. Large, brown, and with 'Heather' printed on the front of it. My trials weren't over though, because the envelope was too high off the ground for me to reach it.

Generally, I'm enthusiastic enough about tree climbing, but the way I was dressed I didn't think it was really an option. I did however think that I might be able to jump high enough to grab it. That was also a risk, obviously, but it seemed the lesser one. 

I strolled back to the path and looked both ways before running to the tree trunk and leaping for the envelope. I got it on the third try, but only just, knocking the corner of the envelope with a finger. The brown package wobbled to the side, and fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, it wasn't closed terribly securely, and a number of pieces of paper fell from it on the way. I looked idly at them for a moment before realising what they were. They were photographs. Large ones. Full colour. Of me! And they were taken today.

The scenes I could see littering the grass were pictures of my legs, my short skirt, my complete lack of panties. I fell to the ground and stared gathering them up, not looking at the pictures any more, but stuffing them back in the envelope as quickly as I could. Just as I got the last of the incriminating rectangles hidden from sight, a couple of girls walked past, heading down the path the same way as I was going. 

Somehow I managed to stand again, watching the girls and wondering what they had seen, both the photographs and my bare butt on my mind. The girls gave me a strange look, and then continued down the path. I was just relieved that I didn't know them, and therefore didn't need to explain myself.

Collecting my backpack, grinning to realise it was becoming a habit here, I stuffed the envelope inside with my books and continued home.

When I arrived there, a couple of my housemates were in the kitchen, just for a change, and had actually cooked a meal.

I was invited, which is just short of a demand in our house, to stay and eat with them. I told them I'd be back in a moment, went to my room and dropped the backpack on my bed, very conscious of my desire to look at the rest of the pictures, but managing to resist.

I changed into some jeans, and panties would you believe, in order not to give the boys the wrong idea, and washed up before heading back out to the kitchen.

The guys had apparently noticed that I'd been a little distracted the last few days, and decided I needed some diversion from the events of the world, so after we finished dinner I found myself 'invited' out to the movies with them as well. Both of the guys were nice, and I'd made it clear on previous occasions that I didn't fancy either of them, so it was just a fun evening. The movie was followed by a late coffee before we headed home.

I really did have fun the whole evening, but a part of me was wondering the whole time what the rest of the photos looked like. I couldn't wait to get home, and have a proper look at them. Eventually, we all decided we'd had too much caffeine, and headed back to the house. I thanked the boys profusely, assured them that I'd had a great time, kissed them both on their cheeks, and escaped to my bedroom. I had to admit, fancy or not, the way I'd been just lately I'd have been tempted to invite one of them back to my room, if it wasn't for my need to check my backpack. Yes, it did cross my mind that perhaps they had something to do with all the rest of this, but it just didn't seem quite their style.

I managed to visit the bathroom and lose some of the processed coffee, clean my teeth, undress, and climb into bed before I dragged the photos out of the envelope.

I was stunned. About twenty photos of me. Eight by ten glossies. My face wasn't in any of them. Legs, knees, skirt... and a number of shots where I obviously didn't manage to keep my knees together. Looked like the biology lecture, and some from the library.

I'm sure I would normally have been thoroughly embarrassed and disgusted, but my state of mind wasn't normal tonight, and they had the opposite effect. I was proud of being brave enough to do that, and happy with the results.

I was also, if it was possible, even more turned on than I had been at lunchtime, just after one of these photos was taken.

So my day ended much the way it began, but much more slowly. I turned some music on quietly, as a disguise as much as anything, turned the lights down a little, sat cross-legged on the bed, perused the photos, remembered the feelings, recalled the bathroom episode, and played with myself.

It was very casual, calm, and not heading anywhere. It was the journey I was looking for this time, not the destination, and when the first orgasm sneaked up on me, I was genuinely surprised. The second one I was ready for, and it made me sleepy.

I managed to collect up the photos once again, turn off the music and lights, and lie down in bed before completely running out of energy. I had one last thought as my eyes closed slowly. I hadn't been given any instructions for the next day. I was sure the game wasn't over, but my day was.



The Game Ch. 02



Josephine stepped out of her shower and wrapped a towel, turban-like, around her wet strawberry blond hair, then quickly toweled her trim body dry with a bath towel. She stood just in front of the closed door to admire herself in the full length mirror that had been installed for her. "Damn," she muttered, "I'm one hot pistol, if I do say so myself." She ran her hands from her trim waist, down to her gently flaring hips. "Wish my tits were a little bigger," she added, then cupped them so her nipples were between her thumbs and forefingers. They were so sensitive as she softly pinched, then pulled at them.

Her eyes traveled down to admire the hairless cleft of her sex, resisting the urge to touch herself there. She'd wait until she was in bed with her 'toys' to help her.

She unwrapped the towel from around her head and vigorously rubbed her hair. Satisfied it was dry, she rapidly turned here head from side to side, flaring the short, flip cut, reddish blond hair. When her head stopped its swinging, her hair fell right into place, she wouldn't even have to brush it. The next time she was in the beauty parlor, she'd have to give the hairdresser, who had recommended the cut, a large tip.

Turning out the bathroom light, she went to her bedroom where two bedside lamps were burning. Jo pulled the bedspread to the foot of the bed, then threw back the top sheet. Climbing on to the king size bed, she crawled across to turn out that bedside lamp, then back to the other side. She opened the drawer and pulled out her favorite toys; a six inch, ivory colored vibrator and an eight inch long, flesh colored, plastic dildo, in the shape of a fat penis. She turned out the light, she wouldn't need it, she knew where everything necessary was.

Jo rolled onto her back and, taking the vibrator, turned the switch to 'LOW', smiling at the hum it made. She touched the tip to each of her nipples. "Oh, yes, girls," she murmured to her breasts, "that feels good, doesn't it." Their reply was to grow hard and erect.

She lay back, closing her eyes as she continued running the humming wand over and around her nipples, enjoying the wonderful feeling. But, there was another area of her body that was calling and her free hand was already there, stroking the cleft of her pussy. Using two fingers, she parted the puffy lips and instantly, moved the vibrator between those lips, finding the seat of much higher pleasure.

Jo groaned loudly as the tip of the vibrator touched the side of her hooded clit. "Oh yes, yes," she moaned as her hips began moving, first side to side, then in a upwards thrusting. She had been looking forward to this all evening and the anticipation seemed only to heighten the pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," she sobbed," cum baby, cum." It took only minutes before her belly muscles tightened, her legs shot straight out, stiff, as the first waves of ecstasy coursed through her body, enroute to her brain.

Josephine Ann van deGroot had been in her early twenties when she first discovered she was multi-orgasmic. Before that it had just been, cum, then, roll over and go to sleep, just like her lovers. Then one night, with this same vibrator, she had cum three, glorious. times, before she was exhausted enough to go to sleep.

At twenty-six, she had discovered that a dildo plunged into her cunt as she came, would highten her pleasure even more. She had purchased the one that lay beside her right now. She would milk three or four cums from just her vibrator before plunging that beautiful cock into her hungry cunt. Her orgasm then would send her completely over the top.

Now as she recovered from her third orgasm, Jo used two fingers to pull the fleshy hood from her clit, exposing the small pink nub. At first she laid the still vibrating wand to the side of it while she reached for her plastic cock. Then, as she inserted the cock into her cunt, she moved the vibrator right on to her love button. "OH GOD," she screamed out to no one. She plunged the toy cock hard, fucking herself wildly. "OH GOD, OH GOD," she screamed over and over. "I'M GONNA CUM, OH FUCK ME, I'M CUMMIN'."
 Her body was thrashing around so uncontrollably, she had trouble keeping the vibrator in place.

As Jo reached nirvana,the thrashing stopped and she tossed the vibrator, still humming, to one side. Her cunt muscles gripped the dildo, preventing it from moving. Her face screwed up as though in pain, not the ecstasy she was experiencing. Every muscle in her body constricted and she found herself holding her breath as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed through her body.

As always, the high didn't last more than a minute or two and as her body began to relax, the plastic cock slowly slipped out of her satiated cunt, to lay between her legs.

Jo was still breathing heavily when she picked up her 'toys' and stuffed them under her pillow. She'd clean them in the morning. Exhausted, now all she wanted was to go to sleep. She pulled the top sheet up over herself, closed her eyes and, within minutes was in dream land.

It was later when she was awakened by feeling the sheet pulled off her nude body. She opened her eyes to find a hooded figure, completely clothed in black, standing over her. Before she could open her mouth to scream, a hand clamped over her mouth and a gruff voice warned her to keep quiet. "One peep out of you and you'll regret it, baby." She nodded her head in acquiescence. The hand slowly slipped from her mouth.

"Now, roll over, baby, I'm gonna have some fun. You don't have to do anything." Jo did as she was bid, hearing the sound of a zipper as the figure climbed onto the bed. She felt his legs astride her thighs and his hands on her hips. "Come on, baby, boost your ass up and I'll give you a treat."

"No,no! Please don't." she sobbed.

"Oh yeah, baby. I got some ashes that need haulin' and you got the box for 'em. Now, get your ass up!" He was pulling on her hips now, moving her butt upwards. 

When he was satisfied that she was in the right position, his right hand left her hip and she felt him guide his hard cock to her cunny. As he penetrated her, he exclaimed, "Jeezus, you're we as hell. You been havin' nice dreams, baby?" Immediately he began rocking his hips back and forth, his fat cock completely filling her cunt with each thrust.

Jo couldn't help herself as, involuntarily she began rocking with him, meeting each thrust he made. "Ya like this, don't ya, baby," the gruff voice muttered. She reached down under herself to find her clit, to massage it. He wouldn't be the only one to get his jollies.

His pumping seemed to be getting more labored as he fucked and she could hear his breathing turn into almost animalistic panting. "Yer gonna get it, baby, I'm gonna load yer cunt with nice thick cream. That's what ya want, isn't it? Tell me ya want it, baby."

Jo was near the point of no return and she practically screamed back at him, "YES, you bastard! Give it to me! Fill me up!"

That seemed to trigger him and she felt the hot cum begin spewing into her. His cock pulsed and he grunted, one, "uunh," two, "Uunnh, three, Uuunnh," four,Uuunnnhh," with each spurt. Jo came with his forth spurt, her cunt squeezing down on the invader, as though trying to milk more of his cream as he kept on stroking.

At last he buried his cock as deep as he could and fell forward onto Jo's back, forcing her flat onto the bed. With that, his now shrinking cock slipped out.

"Jeezus," he moaned, "this damned sweater is hot as hell."

Jo giggled. "well, take it off and get me a cigarette, sweetie."

He struggled to his knees and in a moment the sweater was thrown to the floor beside the bed. "Yeah, that feels better." Harry rolled to the side of the bed and got the pack from the drawer. A few seconds later there was a flare of flame from his lighter as he lit two cigarettes, handing one to his wife.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke he turned to her and asked, "Did you have fun with your toys, love? Your cunt was soaking wet."   



The Game Ch. 02



Master carried me in his powerful arms back to my cell and lay me down on the bed by my mother. I remember feeling very safe and sleepy. I said goodnight and he said goodnight Alice before departing.

I passed out and woke the following morning. My family sat on the floor in a circle eating leftovers from last night. They left me a plate but I told them I wasn't hungry.

I wanted to tell them about last night - how strangely amazing an experience it was. Perhaps one needed to be in a state of hunger and disorientation to understand it I'm not sure. I felt guilty that I had eaten so much.

I was exhausted soon after waking up and decided to spend the day just napping. I recall one time I was woken up I warned my father not to use assumptions anymore as he seemed primed for another meeting and then I drifted off to sleep again.

I awoke to a special call; an eagle. I thought I wouldn't hear that this late on. For some reason, I wanted everyone to be asleep. As I poked my head up, it was a bit dark. Eventually my eyes adjusted and I could make out two figures on the floor. Josh was lying behind me. I leaned over his face and kissed him wholeheartedly on his burning cheek. I loved my little brother more now than ever before. I hadn't seen him all day because I was asleep. He looked so sweet and innocent right now. I tucked his shorts inside his pants as they were sticking out and sat on the edge of my bed wondering exactly what time it was. 

I bypassed the strewn corpse-like bodies below me with a few well placed movements of my dainty little toes and went towards the door. This time I opened it without care for its temper. If anyone woke up I would tell them to go back to sleep, it wasn't that hard. No one was strong enough to argue anymore. If anything, I was now physically superior to my father which he might not want to hear me say in front of anyone. I understood that, since I was a girl and my role was different. Still, I knew how to look after myself as I had helped to hunt, kill and strip an elk several times in recent years -- no easy task considering stripping a beast of its hide and flesh was wrapped around the parameter of a time constraint. 

It had been almost a month since we were imprisoned now and I was sure we were running low on food. They would need to hunt if they did not have any money. I could show them if they were willing. I would do anything just to see the light again. 

I could hear the sounds of conversation and laughter as I reached the end of the corridor. I took in a few deep breaths as I entered the room that led to the kitchen. Like yesterday evening all three were seated. It was a picture of deja vu.

I came and stood by the chair opposite to Daddy. 

'May I join you?' I asked.

'You may.' Daddy replied with a hand gesture indicating me to take a seat.

'Can I begin?' I asked politely.

'Yes.' Said Jesus.

I was not shy this time round and made sure my plate was full and drowned in gravy. I was impressed with the cooking and wondered how they prepared the meals. Mother might want to know the technique. Silly thoughts again continued to settle at the front queue of my mind and I had to address them or think them just to stay sane, whatever they were. Some, granted, were excessive and unlike me, but I figured it was all down to a lack of oxygen in my head, a lack of vitamin D that came from natural light and so on. All the assurances in the world did not seem to be enough, nor did making them stop me from thinking all of the unwanted thoughts swimming around inside and the many more that were to follow.

I promptly stuffed myself in the knowledge of the chores ahead. I decided that, I wanted to play the game more and try and be more interested in what they wanted. The more I gave them what they wanted the sooner they would leave. At the same time, I would gladly be their prisoner forever if it meant that my family were safe. I just knew that they couldn't do something like that, because it wouldn't make sense. Especially if this was just a game, it was a cruel one that only benefited them. Maybe we were just a product of they're amusement, but I had to swallow my pride and accept that, and accept it quickly. 

After I was done, I worked my way around the table filling plates as requested, starting with Daddy. He pulled out and I plumped myself down on his lap and began feeding him big cuts as he liked them. I liked to ensure his mouth was full and that each bite was enjoyed. Sometimes gravy would dribble down his chin and I would wipe it with a tissue. Like yesterday, he had some wood but I didn't mind. It was part of the furniture. Besides I had felt Elk dick that was bigger. The only difference was I hadn't sat on the lap of an Elk that was sporting a pair of pants so I couldn't compare properly. 

When I was done with him I moved on to Jesus. I sat and covered his bulge by pressing my butt into it as much as I could. I was embarrassed because I could smell my body and didn't know why my mind was highlighting it now. I just knew I needed to take a nice long bath. Anyways, he wasn't sniffing so, I didn't bring it up.

I fed Jesus and noticed I was becoming chatty all of a sudden.

'How is that?' I would ask him anticipating a response; hoping for good news.

'Good.' He replied 'Good.'

I felt happy and started putting my other hand underneath the fork to stop spillages for every bite I fed him. It was a new technique that Daddy probably noticed as he did not receive it. He would see it tomorrow. 

I tossed my long hair to one side and fed Jesus his last mouthful's. He smiled at me and I smiled back; sometimes I had to pretend like I was more focused because my cheeks were feeling rosy. When I was done I noticed Master was going to get another cold meal for the 2nd night running. Again I apologized and scooted my body right up against his like before and noticed a growth in his pants. As long as it was hard I guessed I was forgiven.

I was not sure quite what it all meant, but I had heard that some African men had big ones; like baby elephant trunks. I wasn't too sure I wanted to find out either way. 

Afterwards we all danced and as I tired Master carried me back to my cell.

'I hoped so far I have been a good prisoner.' I whispered with a long yawn.

'You have been great.' He told me, laying me down gently and brushing hair from my face. Then he left me. 

I was still weak and hoped to put my weight back on quickly so I could be stronger and more useful. I don't know, I guess I had to be strong; I did not want to be helpless.

I felt a weight on my chest and noticed it was my brother's hand that hand tapping me, perhaps to figure out who had landed beside him. I turned to face him.

'Bro?' I began. 'Are you awake?'

'Hmm... Kinda.' He murmured under a deep heavy breath. He yawned and brought himself in line with my face in the darkness. I could feel his nose against mine and see his eyes and an outline of his face. I placed a hand at the back of his neck and ran my fingers up and down his spiked hair. Staring into his eyes I mainly saw a reflection of me. In such shadows, his face seemed to change every time I blinked.

'You're not so cheeky nowadays.' I observed.

'You know how it is.' He smiled.

'How is it?' I asked not quite awake to the conversation. 

I grabbed a clump of his hair at gave it playful tugs. We enjoyed an aggressive rivalry and it was all good fun. Because he acted younger he felt he had to hit me harder or slap me with extra pizazz when he had play fights and because I was a girl I felt I had to match his strength. At the same time I was always holding back. You know - kid gloves would never come off. I had inherited my mother's maternal instincts and was more of a mother to Josh than Abilene in some respects. 

As a kid he was your typical category; afraid of the dark and a bed wetter. But he would come to sleep with me instead of mum for some reason. Now if he had some kind of concern or fear he came to me first. I prefer that he came to me because I liked to feel like I was somehow useful. But we also share a lot of affection for one another, a bond that was inseparable.

'Every time we see one another, the other is asleep.' He protested weakly.

'But now we are both awake.' I pointed out.

I wrapped a leg over my brothers and pulled him into me so I could press my body against his. I was feeling quite nippy and had an urge to embrace my little brother as I hadn't had one in a while.

'Sibling hug?' He checked.

'Right now, ' I said with my breath bearing down on his lips. 'I just want you to hold me really tight.' I told him.

He kept his legs closed but snaked an arm around my back until he reached a shoulder to plant his fingers on. He pulled me in till my breasts were spilling out over him and our lips were nearly touching but not quite. I could feel his heart beat and his chest heaving and taste his breath on my wet lips. 

'Is this ok?' He asked, his lips constantly flicking against mine.

I began caressing his cheeks. 'Go to sleep.' I said.

He closed his eyes and I petted his sweet skin like it was in need of constant stimulation. I brought my knee in to feel his worm, but the stiffness alerted me to the impact my presence was having on my twin. His cock was rock hard but he did not move or flinch. I left my knee on it to see how long it would take to soften and shrivel but it didn't. I stroked his neck up to the ear and was in a playful mood but I decided to ease the pressure on my knee and eventually he drifted off. When he was snoring I put my hand against his crotch and it was no longer erect. I gave it a sisterly squeeze, kissed his cheek and then lay there wondering how to get to round the table faster so that Master could get a hot meal. I could not do it by myself. The only person who could help was Abilene. I couldn't imagine Josh or dad sitting on their laps, pressing down on their bulges, feeding them their meals. I had heard that these things happened in places, like in prisons, where stronger men had the weaker ones on a leash. I did not want dad or Josh to be treated like that, I really didn't.

***

   In the morning, I got up and knocked on the common room door. Jesus opened it and welcomed me in. I asked if I got perhaps have a bath as normally we were provided with a bucket of water a day.

'Ok, but take it with one other person.' Daddy told me.

He added that it was actually in everyone's interest now to think hygienically and that we could have two filled tubs a day. Meaning two had to share on both slots. Dad wouldn't share with Josh so they would skip a day but I and mum were happy to share. 

I figured they had realized we needed to pump water from a local river, but weren't sure how to do it. We ran on quotas and also had a well not far off the other path that led out behind the house. I could get there in 5 minutes on a paced jog.

Mum was pleased to hear about the bath bonus and asked Josh and Bill if they wanted to go first. Typically, she always asked the boys first. Normally, they turned down first dibs. Men just weren't as bothered about odor in the same. Josh always stunk but I wouldn't refuse a hug from him or an embrace as I was used to his scent and it wasn't something that bothered me all that much. 

We promptly made our way to the bathroom and kept the door open out of fear of some sort of unconsidered insecurity our captors might have. If they saw an open door they would know we were transparent and not trying to plot against them. That was the theory anyway.

Abilene ran the bath and we stood facing away from the mirrors not wanting to know what state we were in. She passed me the only towel that was available but I declined. I opened the laundry basket and retrieved a used towel. It was wet and had the damp scent of one of them on it, I wasn't sure, but I had to use it when I was coming out to hide my modesty. 

We removed our clothes in front of one another. It was an interesting experience as we both paid close attention to each others naked bits for the first time. My mother was especially curious and inquisitive and I was really flattered by the attention. I had a long straight upper body and short lower body, which wasn't really curvy; more boyish. My breasts were like two water dispenser cones, and about the same size and dimensions. I had a hairy muff like my mother and a round ass that stuck out proudly. My brother called it 'porno butt' and 'buff' but I don't know what those terms meant. My back was sleek and over it hung down my long light brown hair.

My mother in comparison was a chubby woman with a nice pair of drooping tits, a sticky out belly, with a fold that hid her privacy and what I thought was a nice enough body for her 54 years. 

We held hands as we strolled over to the tub and I waited for her to get in first and then I followed.

The water was nice and hot and it was nice to feel it fizz and burn again my skin again. I sat myself down on one side and rested my legs on my mother's pillow thighs. Her motherly hands held my feet and held them firm. Her fingers slid between the gaps and cleaned my toes at a leisurely pace - Her fingers felt inviting.

'You look stronger hon.' Mum told me as the steam rose between us. 

'We gonna be alright.' I assured her.

'I know we will hon, I know we will. God has been good to us so far.' 

'I'm gonna wake you in the evening, ok.' I told her.

'Ok.' She replied acceptingly.

We shared an understanding of sorts. She knew when I had a plan and always followed it by following me. 

There was a creak and the door opened. At the entrance was Jesus. He looked at us both for a moment before coming inside and making his way to the sink. 

'My apologies.' He said turning his face to greet mine.

'For what?' I lied, knowing it was for looking at our naked bodies.

He smiled. When he was done he picked up a bar of soap and placed it on my out stretched hand. I smiled and opened up my body so he could see my hard pointy cones. I just wanted accept anything he requested, even if he had not asked I could now see it in his wandering eyes. They wandered lower still, to inspect what was below the surface of the water and had a good visual grope of my mother.

'Do you mind if I take a leak?' He asked 

'Not at all,' I and mother replied at the same time.

'Good.'

He lifted up the seat, pulled down his pants and whipped out this beast of a snake. I gasped as it hung out like Gonzo; possibly 11 inches long and floppy. I had not seen many male genitalia before; only my fathers and what came on TV but this was astonishing. Easily dwarfing my fathers little prick. I saw it once when, like Jesus, I walked into the bathroom while he was taking a leak a long time ago. 

Jesus held his pole and began to urinate. We both watched with utter fascination as the stream flew out into the bowl transfixed by the strange spell it had on us. My mother was more affected as she was stroking my feet with some meaningful intensity and trying to wrap her fingers around my thin legs as she stroked up and down against my calf's; her eyes locked on Jesus' massive member.

He looked over a lot and at mother rather than me. I wasn't sure why I had a stupid feeling that I could not place; why I was jealous. I lifted up my mother's feet to bring them above surface and soaped them both. 

Jesus drained his bladder. Shook off the remaining drops, and flushed the toilet. Then he put his cock back in his pants and bid us farewell. Mum waved and then turned to me. We continued bathing each other as if nothing happened and it felt that way. 

We bathed till the water was cold and then helped dry each other off. We wrapped towels around our bodies, picked up our clothes and returned to our cell.

***

In the evening, I awoke and realized I had slept in my towel wrap. I noticed a boner on my dads pants. I put my hand on Josh's crotch and it was hard as well. I gave it a playful squeeze and he curled up as if not wanting to be disturbed. I woke up Abilene and she followed me hand in hand down the corridor. We were both in our towel wraps and had not considered getting changed.

We entered the kitchen and were greeted by our captors. They sat in their usual spots. Food was out and my mother was hungry but there was only one seat. 

I worked my way to Daddy and filled his plate. My mum saw this and copied me, filling up Jesus' plate and then Masters. Then she watched as I sat on his lap and fed him. I could feel his wood even more intensely through the towel since I had no underwear on. I hate to admit I wished he wouldn't eat so fast because I didn't want to move.

Mum sat on Jesus' lap and covered him well. She then fed him with more care and attention then I ever gave. He really enjoyed and opened his legs a little. 

We both took turns to feed Master hot food for the first time - But did it standing over him.

Afterwards, we sat and ate while the guys were tuning in to various talk channels. They seemed to be looking for a specific station on the radio.

Mum hadn't noticed as she was busy stuffing herself like a pig by the table. As for the brothers, they weren't in a party mood today. Daddy told us everyone would eat together from now on which was great.

'Thank you Daddy.' I said 

'Yes, thank you Daddy.' Mum repeated.

Master held our hands and led us back to our cell. Once inside Master put his fingers to his lips to ask us to be quiet. I sat down but my mum remained standing. Master guided her to a wall where she bent over and put her hands up against it. He lifted up the towel over her ass and took out his dick.

Abilene was obedient and followed his commands. He lifted up her cheeks and squeezed them; first one and then the other. Then he placed his cock over her ass and began to stroke his shaft rhythmically. I just sat and watched wandering what to do other than find his sickening behavior inviting.

His breathing was becoming ragged as he stroked his long cock over and over, never once touching her. I motioned as if to lie down and he nodded his approval. He looked so big over her and menacing -- his mammoth penis needing long strokes to reach either end. Sometimes he looked over at me and it looked like he winked so I winked back and even waved. 

She held up her towel whenever it threatened to slide down and pouted her ass out more. For some reason I imagined she was like a duck and that she was just taking care of business before resuming her walk, with chicks not far behind.

After maybe half an hour, he grunted and ejaculated long squirts of hot sperm over her ass. She stood bent over like a seasoned whore and did not move an inch. His big load of cum dripped down her thighs and was everywhere. He smiled and told her not to worry and then put his dick back in his pants. He stood there just admiring his work for a while and Abilene was still against the wall. When he left soon after, I had a look and was amazed by how much of Master's cum had violated my mother. It could probably fill a few cups. I rubbed it off with my towel that I dipped in our water bucket.

'Sorry mum.' I apologized.

'Its ok hon.' she quietly sobbed.

'Everything is gonna work out ok.' I said stroking her hair while I sat there without a stitch of clothing on. Some how, I didn't quite believe anything that was coming out of my mouth anymore.



The Game Ch. 03



The Game—Chapter 3 Sara’s First Fantasy

First some background:  

Ron and I have been dating for several months now.  We are both attractive young professionals working in the Chicago area.  I am blond, 5’6”, and have 34b breasts.  Ron is about 6’, trim and athletic, and has an 8 inch cock.  He can cum like a freight train and produce more spunk than I ever thought possible.  

Recently Ron and I have begun exploring sexual fantasies together (See Chapter’s 1 and 2 for details).  We have invented a game where each month one of us will fulfill a fantasy of the other’s.  Last month was Ron’s month and this month is mine.  

Ron’s fantasy was to fuck a stripper.  With the aid of my friend Michelle, I found a stripper named Crystal and we spent an amazing night together.  Now it’s my turn to send him a note with my fantasy in it.  The rule of the game is that the fantasy must be in the other person’s hands by the first of the month, and the other person has 30 days to fulfill it.   Chapter 3 begins shortly after the night with Crystal, where I, for the first time, must come up with a fantasy for Ron to fulfill.  And now on with Chapter 3:

Chapter Three:  Sara’s First Fantasy

Two weeks had passed since Ron and I had our tryst with Crystal.  I found myself sitting at my desk at home drinking a glass of wine with a pad of paper in front of me.  I was wearing my silk robe with nothing underneath.  My trash can was half full of little yellow balls of legal paper that I had written on and then discarded.  

It was my turn to come up with my fantasy for Ron to fulfill and I had only two more days before my fantasy was “due”.  This was harder than I had imagined it would be, and I wanted the fantasy to be deeply fulfilling for me and also for Ron.  I had toyed with a lot of ideas, but always seemed to come back to images of Ron and me, with Crystal, or Michelle and me with Rick.  

I could not get these ideas out of my head and I didn’t want to repeat or recycle a fantasy.  I was learning something about myself in this game of ours:  I really didn’t know my own sexuality as well as I thought.  

“Damn.  This shouldn’t be so hard,” I thought as I tore another sheet off the top of the tablet and wadded it into another ball and threw it at the trash can.  

I downed the last of my glass of wine and went to the bathroom to pee.  I stood looking at myself in the mirror not really recognizing the person staring back.  “Why is this hard? It’s just sex?  Everyone does it. Why can’t I come up with a fantasy?  Jesus what gets me off?” I thought.

I sat on the toilet, peed, and thought about previous sexual encounters before Ron.  I had dated some, but was not a slut.  All of the images of me with previous boyfriends started with them making a move, me letting them, and then them taking the lead.  Even when I was with Michelle last month, I was little more than a puppet to her.  I realized that I had never initiated sex in my life.  

“Jesus, what is wrong with me?” I thought.  “How is that possible?”

I returned to the kitchen wanting another glass of wine as my epiphany progressed.  I was a prude.  Well maybe not a prude, but I had never been in a position to get whatever I wanted sexually.  What did I want?  What turned me on?  What made my heart race and my pussy tingle?  

Even my masturbation fantasies were not my own.  I thought about the last time I used my fingers on myself and replayed the images in my mind.  I was lying on my bed, naked.  The lights off, but shafts of streetlights filtered through my bedroom curtains giving my body a sensuous moonlit glow.  My fingers were on my clit, but my mind was conjuring images of Rick:  his cock hard and throbbing, as he entered me; the feeling of fullness and lust coursing through me; the feeling of him cumming inside me.  

I came within ten minutes on my own fingers, but I had not once in my fantasy been the active participant.  I had not, even in my own masturbatory fantasies, been the aggressor.  It was always him doing something to me, not me doing something to him.   Damn. 

I stood in my kitchen holding a fresh glass of wine staring through my own translucent reflection in the kitchen window over the sink.  I was lost in my thoughts of sexual confusion.  

Across the alley that my kitchen faced, a light burned in a second story window of the apartment building where lots of young people lived.  The rents in the building were cheap by Chicago standards, and the trains provided enough mobility that few needed automobiles.  

My reverie was broken as a silhouette of a person crossed in front of the window opposite my own.  There were no curtains there, and I suspected a group of college kids lived there.  Suddenly a man appeared framed in the window staring out at the night.  Being Chicago we were no more than twenty feet apart from his apartment to mine.  The man was no more than 20 or 21 years old and he seemed not to have noticed me as of yet.  He was wearing only a pair of blue boxer brief underwear.  I watched him as he stretched and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke through a torn screen.  

He was muscular, young, and very attractive.  I watched him for several minutes before the thought occurred to me that I probably should not be staring in his window.  However, it was not like I was doing anything really wrong as I was in my own house and they did not bother with curtains. 

Perhaps it was the wine, the sexual frustration I felt, or a combination of both, but I could not tear myself away from the image of his perfect body framed in the window as if it were a living painting.  I took another sip of wine and stood silently staring, watching him smoke.   

He noticed me a minute later.  Our eyes met and I could see him startle at the realization that he was being watched by me.  He stepped quickly away from the window, and feelings of guilt immediately hit me.  I slugged another sip from my wine and pretended to be washing out the glass in the kitchen, knowing that I had been caught but pretending that I had been there innocently.  My face burned red, and I felt bad about what I had just done.  

And then he was back, staring at me.  I tried not to look, but found my eyes continuously drawn to his window.  I set my now extra clean wine glass in the glass rack and tentatively looked up again.  He was grinning at me and waved.  He was still in his underwear and made no attempt to cover himself.  

I tentatively waved to him, finally acknowledging his presence.  I licked my lips as I drank in the sight of him.  Knowing that he knew I was watching him made the situation far more exciting and my mind was drawn back to my nude adventure in Ron’s house where I found his box of pornography and had watched the construction workers across the street.

The man across the street was watching me intriguingly.  Now that we were aware of each other, I felt as though we shared an intimate connection.  Not sexual, but definitely intimate.  The thought made me tingle with excitement. 

He blew me a kiss from across the street and I found myself smiling wildly.  I returned the gesture and he grinned like a child.  Although we could not speak to each other, I found we were flirting with non-verbal cues.  He flexed his muscular body for me jokingly and then stood with his hands out at his sides, palms up, as if to ask, “Well what do you think?”

I laughed out loud at the image and clapped my hands together as if giving him my definite approval.  He then pointed to me as if to say, “Your turn.”

I was confused at first and then realization dawned on me and my face blushed crimson.  I shook my head as if saying, “No way.” 

My partner in voyeurism simply cocked his head to one side and waited as if saying, “Yes, it’s your turn.  You started this.”

I drew in a deep breath, knowing that he was right.  My fingers found the knot of the belt holding my robe together and without thinking I tugged letting the belt come free and shrugging my robe off my shoulders.  The robe silently fluttered to the floor around my feet.  I was exposed completely to him and was feeling both aroused and very, very naked, both literally and emotionally.  

I was immediately rewarded with silent applause from the other side of the street.  I giggled at myself, no longer feeling self conscious. I held my own breasts and shook them gently from side to side as if displaying them at a meat counter.  I could see the stranger across the street laughing.  

He smiled at me again and hooked his thumbs on both sides of his underwear and looked at me with raised eyebrows as if to say, “Should I?”

I nodded enthusiastically, and was rewarded with the image of him dropping his underwear in on quick fluid motion.  He stood up naked with his hands extended to his sides as if to say, “Here it is.”

I giggled again and clapped for him.  He turned around in a complete circle letting me drink in the images of his nude body in a 360 degree rotation.  His cock was not hard, but it was also not soft.  It was about 6 inches long sticking out from a patch of blond pubic hair.  

We stood looking at each other for another thirty seconds or so, but the moment was fading.  I raised a hand to him as if to say, “Good night and thanks for the fun.”

He waved back and we both moved away from our windows.  I found myself in my bedroom a minute later laying on my back massaging my clitoris and fantasizing about what had just happened.  I let my mind wander and found myself imagining him watching me rub myself.  My pussy flooded at the thought and my nipples tingled.  I was rubbing myself on the bed and imagining what I must look like to an observer.  In a sense I was masturbating to myself, and I loved it.   

I rubbed my clit faster imagining the show I would be putting on had my friend been watching.  The images of my naked body close to orgasm flashed through my mind as if I were the voyeur.  When I came I was picturing what I must look like to another set of eyes.  My body would be shivering with pleasure as waves of orgasmic sensation rolled through my body.  I knew at that moment the fantasy I wanted.  

After I came down from my orgasm, I raced, still naked, to my desk.  I grabbed a pen and scrawled three sentences on a piece of paper.  I reread what I had written once, and made no changes.  I pulled an envelope from my drawer and scrawled Ron’s address on it.  I shoved the paper inside and stamped it.  

I held the envelope briefly thinking, “Am I really going to mail this?”

I went to the kitchen and got my robe.  I went to my closet and found a pair of slippers and slipped out my front door.  I ran the half block to the public mailbox and hesitated only a second before dropping the letter inside making it irretrievable.  It was done.  I breathed deeply and ran back to my apartment, not believing that I had just mailed my first fantasy.  I silently prayed to myself that I would not regret later.  

I didn’t.

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Nothing happened for a week after I mailed the letter.  Ron didn’t even acknowledge that he had received it, and it was driving me crazy.  I knew he had, or he would have said something.  Honesty was a fundamental part of the game we were playing.  I was determined not to ask him anything just as he had not asked me anything the previous month.  

Inside, however, I was squirming with anticipation.  I was rereading in my mind what I had written him and second guessing every word.  Questions blazed through my every waking moment about my fantasy.  

Was it too vague?   Was it too specific?  Could he pull it off?  Would he want to?  Where would it happen?  When would it happen?  Jesus, why didn’t I take more time to be more thorough, rather than scrawling my desire on a piece of paper and mailing them.  I had three more weeks of agony, or it could happen tonight.  Fuck.

Another week crawled by and I was considering talking to Ron.  God I was weak.  Then the Thursday of week 2 I got an email from Ron.  

“Meet me at my house Saturday at 3:00 sharp.”, was all it said.  

I read and re-read his short mail at least fifty times.  Saturday at three was all I got?  Was he fucking kidding?  Well I guess I deserved this after the suspense I must have put him through last month.  Thank God Michelle didn’t let me procrastinate too much.  I never had considered that he must have been dying inside every minute that he didn’t know what was going to happen.

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Saturday morning I woke up and showered thoroughly including shaving my legs and my pubic hair.  I trimmed my pussy nicely but left a sexy “landing strip” of hair just for Ron.  When I was clean I agonized over what to wear and settled for a skirt and blouse outfit that was not slutty but not conservative either.  

I had the familiar anticipatory butterflies in my stomach and I could not stop fidgeting all morning.  The hours alternatively flew by and drug on forever depending on my sine curve like emotions.  Finally at 2pm I took a deep breath and headed for Ron’s.  It was only 20 minutes away, but I was going crazy with nervousness and sexual desire while waiting around my house. 

Ron lived in the suburbs and had a very nice home.  It was 4 bedrooms with a large living area and kitchen.  He had a large 20 x 20 foot deck on the back that overlooked an in ground pool.   His basement was finished to be the ultimate bachelor’s party room, complete with a guest bedroom.  French doors opened up out to a concrete veranda below the deck.  The pool took up most of the backyard and the 10 foot privacy fence ensured it was not visible from any of the neighbor’s houses.  

I got to the front door at 2:45 after killing 15 minutes driving around his subdivision so as not to be too early.  As I approached the door, I noticed an envelope with my name on it taped to the door knocker.  

“Shit, now or never I guess,” was all I could think.

I opened the envelope with trembling hands.  Inside was a single 3x5 card which read.  “Your fantasy is about to come true.  Please go to the basement bathroom and await further instructions.  Do not turn on any lights and do not go anywhere else.”

I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly not knowing what to expect.  I stepped into the foyer and said, “Hello?  Ron?”  I was greeted with silence, and the house appeared to be empty at first glance.  

I set my purse on the kitchen table and proceeded downstairs to the basement playroom.  The lights were completely off except for the bathroom which was very near the bottom of the stairs.  I could not see around the corner and into the main room without violating my instructions.  I strained to see anything that might give me a clue as to the future, but was only frustrated with the black silence. I could only see the silhouette of the pool table that was near the bathroom door.  Damn again.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door slowly until I heard the mechanical click.  The bathroom was very large.  To my right was the combinations shower/tub and the toilet.  Directly in front of me was the double vanity and mirror.  Over the mirror 6 bright lights glowed.  The bright light would blind me when I returned to the blackness of the living room, but what could I do?  Taped to the mirror was half of a yellow legal piece of paper that I recognized immediately.  I pulled it from the mirror and reread what I had written almost two weeks earlier in post orgasmic insanity:

“Ron,

I want to watch myself get fucked.  I want people to watch me get fucked.  I want to look into strange eyes and see my orgasm reflected in them while I get fucked.  

Sara”

I was trembling as I held the paper.  I was also blushing.  Was I really so brash as to write that.  Jesus, I should never write after masturbating.  Holy God what was going to happen to me today.  Could I back out?  Did I really want to?  What did Ron think of this?  

I turned the paper over to find more writing.  This time it was in Ron’s hand.  

“Sara,

I love this fantasy.  I never imagined you would make me so hot.  If you still want to go through with this I have arranged for your fantasy to come true in a very special way.  I have decided to make a movie of your fantasy so that you can watch yourself get fucked anytime you wish.  Only one copy will be made and only for your eyes.  

The way today will progress is quite simple.  Since you want to be watched, and we are making a movie, I have arranged for you to be a porn star for a day.  When you come out of the bathroom, you will be naked.  Walk to the middle of the basement bedroom.  Turn on the television and a movie will start.  You are to perform as if you are the blond woman on the screen.  Everything she does, you do.  At the end of the scene you will return to the bathroom and wait exactly 15 minutes and then return to the bed.  There are three scenes you will be “performing” in.  Remember, you are in character so you are not to talk to any members of the production staff and will only interact with the people on the bed.  

See you soon babe.

Ron”

I read and re-read his note.  A porno movie?  Me in a porno movie?  I shivered with doubt, excitement, and anticipation.  Holy shit this was crazy.  And who exactly is his production staff?   Was I really going to walk into a room naked, expected to fuck like a porn star, in front of God knows who?  

I suddenly gasped and realized I had not been breathing for the last few minutes.  My hands were trembling and images of me having sex in a room full of people that I didn’t know both aroused and terrified me.  Jesus they were in there right now waiting on me.  

My nipples tingled, and my stomach was in knots.  I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror as if looking to my own image for the resolve to either run my ass straight home or to begin taking off my clothes.  I knew I would go through with it.  Leaving just was not an option at this point, and a part of me that I was getting to know better didn’t want to leave.  I smiled at myself in the mirror and my tension and fear slowly left me.  

I unbuttoned the blouse I had chosen with such care and hung it on the hook behind the door.  Next came off my skirt and bra.  I stood watching myself in nothing but my sexiest underwear and massaged my nipples gently.  There was not denying my feelings now.  I was on fire with lust and anticipation.  I was transforming as I looked at myself in my reflection.  I was changing from “Sara the good-girl”, that worked as a mid level manager in a medium sized Chicago firm, to “Sara the slut” who danced naked in a bar last month and masturbated in a limo while a big black man jacked off on her tits and face while her best friend ate her cunt.  Yes her cunt.  Good girl Sara did not use such words, but Slut-Sara did.  

“Cunt. Cunt. Cunt.” I repeated the mantra to myself as I stood naked in Ron’s bathroom and played with my own nipples.  “Sara the slut” was never afraid of sexual conquest and was up for anything.  

My panties slid down my smooth legs and I stepped out of them as sexily as I could.  I watched myself strip and imagined the image I must have made last month on stage in a sleazy bar in St. Louis.  God I was feeling hot.  This was going to be incredible.  

When I was naked and completely horny, I smiled at the woman in the mirror who I barely recognized and turned to the door.  I opened the door slowly and flicked off the light.  Darkness enveloped me as I stepped out of the bathroom and around the corner toward the main living area of the Ron’s basement.  

I was tingling with anticipation and the cool basement air caressed my naked flesh.  My bare feet padded toward the center of the room on soft carpet.  My eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom and I found that light did seep in around the edge of the blackout drapes that hung over the windows.  I found the bedroom and quietly tiptoed through the open door.  




The Game Ch. 03



Ch. 03: Gauntlet

"Now...now, Milady. There will be plenty of time for that. You're going to wear this plug all weekend. I know you don't believe it now, but if you endure the game...in the end you will beg me to do much more than sodomize you...and you will do so in the most indelicate ways imaginable. Now...let us dine, shall we?"

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"Please, Milady. Sit." Mark said, indicating the love seat. "I'll reheat our dinner." 

Seated on the soft loveseat, the coarse fabric stung Michelle's still tender skin. It was just short of unbearable, but getting up would be disobedient, so she concentrated on breathing and remained seated, trying not to focus on the plug being forced deeper inside her by the pressure of her own weight.

"During meals, you may speak freely, but respectfully, and ask questions as you wish." Mark said as he placed the small portion of spaghetti marinara in front of her. "I can't promise I will answer everything, but you can ask." Michelle looked at the sparse plate and then back up at her husband. "I want you satisfied, but not full." he explained. "We have a long evening ahead of us, and many culinary delights to share."

Michelle smiled. "We're not gonna use that hook over the bed are we?"

"Maybe", he said. "But we're definitely using the ones directly above us...and possibly the one over the tub...and in the shower." Michelle looked around, noticing the hooks for the first time. Mark's evil grins always made her squirm but the look in his eyes this time made her moisture flow anew.

"How did you know I messed up?" Michelle asked, quietly.

"Where's your cell phone?"

"It's on the...counter..." She sighed and shook her head sadly. If she'd been seated when he called, the phone would be on the loveseat beside her. She was embarrassed at her own carelessness. She wouldn't be sitting in such discomfort if she'd thought to toss the phone to the loveseat.

"You might not have suffered as much," Mark said as if in answer to her unspoken thoughts; "but the plug is all part of training." He stood and took their empty plates to the counter. "Milady, please take off your watch and place it in my coat pocket. Time will have no meaning for you here."

Michelle was grateful for a reason to stand. Walking with the plug felt strange, but much less uncomfortable than sitting on it. At his instruction, she pushed the chair, and loveseat back, creating a large clear area below the ceiling hook. Staring up at the hook, she heard mark approach from behind. She recognized the metallic jingle of handcuffs, and turned to face him. When he dangled the silver metal in front of her, she realized they were not handcuffs. The clamps looked positively evil.

"From this moment and until I decide otherwise, you will be in pain. This is to keep you focused...and to amuse me." Mark chuckled when she winced as he attached the clamps to her nipples and tugged the chain connecting them. "The Japanese are ingenious, aren't they?" Pulling the chain, he led her until she was positioned directly beneath the hook. The grooved plastic padding on the clamps seemed to bite into her flesh, but she would not make a sound. "Ahh...good. You're concentrating. Keeping quiet? Well...that's absolutely not necessary." he said, squeezing the clamp on her left nipple. "As a matter of fact, my intention is to make you moan, and cry, and scream...and beg me for mercy." Michelle matched his mocking gaze with her determined one. Only when a pained sigh escaped her throat did he let go. She dropped her gaze in acknowledgment of his minor victory, knowing in her heart that it would not be the last.

She remained standing as he pushed the ottoman up behind her, and sat when he told her to do so. She watched silently as he laid his toybox on the counter. The 5 foot metal case had 2 combination locks. She knew he kept toys, but had never been privy to his entire arsenal. Her eyes went wide when he opened the case. Secured inside the top portion were the custom made spreader bars he was so proud of, and a collection of straight rods and canes and crops. She knew he favored such things, but had never seen the entire collection. Attached to a board that separated the top and bottom sections, were long and short handled floggers, and a loosely coiled single tail whip. He lifted the board to show her the bottom section containing what he called his assistants. A selection of toys and marital aids chosen specifically for her.

"This part of the game is going to only vaguely resemble games we've played before." Mark said, dropping a spreader bar at her feet. "We're using the 4' mark this time." Remaining seated, Michelle bent forward and attached the Velcro cuffs to her ankles. 4' had her stretched, but not too uncomfortable. As he knelt between her parted thighs, she heard the high pitched whine of the vibrating glove he sometimes used to get her started quickly. "Do not move a muscle." He said, touching a vibrating finger to her oozing opening. "If you even breathe too deeply, it will not go well for you." Michelle gripped the sides of the ottoman as his vibrating thumb massaged her clitoris, and her thighs jerked involuntarily. "You moved." he said smiling. He began moving his vibrating hand while reaching up to squeeze the clamp on her right nipple.

The sudden pressure snatched Michelle's attention from the pleasure of his vibrating hand, to the intense pain of the clamp. "See...this is very different." Mark said. "In this game, pleasure and pain are one. You will beg me to hurt you because of how good it'll feel." As the pressure on her nipple grew to unbearable, the vibration and movement of his hand increased. When the moan finally escaped her lips, she didn't know if it was from pleasure or pain. He withdrew both hands at once, leaving her throbbing in pain, and aching to be filled. She accepted his kiss on her lips, and held her silence as he applied more clamps to her inner and outer labia and clitoris. When he tugged on the single chain connecting all of the clamps she wore, her whimper brought a smile to his lips. "Very good, Milady. Your cries are music to my ears."

Seated on the rough ottoman, Michelle concentrated on relaxing; submitting herself to the pain of the clamps, the sting of her still warm buttocks and thighs, and the strange discomfort of the plug that still impaled her. She ignored the silken cords being wound around her wrists and hands. She paid no attention when the cord was passed through the ceiling hook and she was pulled to standing. She hung limply as she was stretched such that only the balls of her feet touched the floor. She didn't notice when he placed the wireless headphones on her ears, and all pain was gone when the ambient music flooded her brain.

He may have said her name 1 or 100 times, but it was a sharp slap to her face that brought her attention back to her husband and lover and soon to be torturer. "Your mental escapes always intrigue me." His voice was coming from the headphones. "Keeping your mind here will be a special project. I mean, you won't beg me if you can't feel me...and where's the fun in that?" She could not hear the sound of the leather paddle he was slapping against his palm; only the music and his voice. "You can hear me, Milady, correct?" She nodded. "Good. Between your palms is a cord cutter. Pulling up on it will break the bands and end the game. Do you understand?" She nodded again, gaining a hard slap to her thigh from the paddle. "I told you, Milady; I want to hear everything. You will moan for me, and cry for me, and scream for me...and if you can endure without failing, you will beg me."

Michelle stared at him, not hiding the defiance she was feeling. In their time together, she'd rarely cried and certainly never begged. She refused to acknowledge the naked and bound woman she saw dangling helplessly, reflected in every surface of the room. She now fully understood the challenge she'd accepted. He wanted to break her, and she had a choice to either endure or quit. In her heart she knew she would not be broken, and quitting meant losing, so her only choice was to endure. The last thing she saw as he brought the blindfold down over her eyes was his beautiful smile mocking her.

...to be continued.



The Game Ch. 03



Okay, so I woke up and didn't even think of sex, alright? Not once. At least... not for a start.

I'd forgotten about the game; the photos; the notes.

The sun was streaming in the window, and I was just enjoying lying there. Fridays were great. I didn't have any commitments until after lunch, and I generally made the most of it.

As the morning wore on, I dozed for a while, then read for a bit, and then, eventually, and a little reluctantly, decided to get up.

The room was warm, and I didn't need my robe, so I just grabbed a towel, and padded my way to the bathroom.

It wasn't until I was standing there, naked, a towel in my hand, looking in the mirror, that it all came back to me. Once all the events of the last few days had flowed back through my mind, a naughty thought came to me. Just one. While I was lying in bed, I had heard noises in the kitchen. At least one of my housemates was in there. I thought it over, smiled, and resisted. I turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up.

Standing there waiting, I reconsidered. Numerous times. Decided it was insane. More than once. I tested the water, and it was ready. I hung the towel, walked back to the shower, and stopped, just before I got wet.

I'm sure I smiled at the unlikelihood of my actions, before I turned, leaving the shower running, and picked my towel off the rail. I wrapped myself, achieving decency, but only just. I checked in the mirror, and left the bathroom; black hair, white shoulders, sky-blue towel, and white legs.

I opened the kitchen door quietly and looked in. Michael was standing there, washing the dishes, with his back to me.

"Mike, where's Steve?"

He didn't even turn. "Out somewhere. Back later. Why?"

"Just wondered." I walked into the kitchen properly. "Umm... listen, do you need to do that now?"

"Umm... well, it's gotta get done."

"Yeah. It makes the shower go funny when you mess with the water."

"Oh, well, I can leave it for a while I guess."

"Turn around, Mike."

"Huh? Oh!"

"Yeah. Listen, are you paying attention?"

"You bet. What's up?"

"I'm in a strange mood."

"Uh huh. I can tell that, Heather."

"I'm... making a one time, never to be repeated offer. It doesn't mean anything. I didn't even know it was you in here, and not Steve. Well?"

"But... what's the offer?"

"A shower."

"I had a shower."

"With me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. The hot water is disappearing down the drain, and we are still here..."

"Heather, you don't do this."

"No. So is that your answer?"

"No, no. Just... you sure?"

"Sure enough to be asking. You?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

"No strings, understand?"

"Yeah. No strings."

"You got a condom?"

"Bedroom."

"I'm not sure you're thinking straight. I'll come get it with you." I took his hand, and led him unresistingly down the hallway. "Quickly Mike. Hot water, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"Oh, can I hope that you won't tell Steve?"

"Oh, not a word."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Good. Isn't this your room, Mike?"

"Oh, yeah. A bit distracted."

"Good. Condom."

"Yep, yep. Here."

"Come on then, before I change my mind."

"You wouldn't, would you?"

"Not sure I could, Mike. Come on."

Once we got back to the bathroom, Mike threw the condom onto the shelf in the shower stall, and turned back to me. I'd hung the towel, and was standing, grinning, in front of him, naked.

"Oh Heather, you should dress like that more often."

"No shock value in that."

"None needed."

"There's an extra kiss for you, for that."

He stood and stared then, still in shock, while I lifted his shirt up over his stomach and chest. After I raised my eyebrows for a few seconds, he lifted his arms, and I pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. I might not have fancied him, but there was nothing wrong with his chest. I kissed his nipples and grinned at him again before kneeling on the floor to deal with his jeans.

He didn't have a belt, so it was just the clip at the front. His interest was obvious though, a solid bulge behind the denim, and I carefully unzipped him a little, feeling the pressure as I went, and wondering what I would find. As his jeans fell open, I could see something else. There was nothing between this man and his jeans. A darkish thatch of hair, and the base of his trapped erection, but nothing else.

"Michael," I said to him, before going further.

"Yes Heather?"

"Ahem. Where is your underwear, Sir?"

"Oh, yeah." He blushed then. "Well, you know. Underwear leads to laundry."

"You do this all the time?"

"Oh, no, not at all. Weekends mostly."

"You mean when you run out?"

"Mostly, yeah. Well, and... Oh, never mind."

"No, tell me."

"Well, remember Mindy?"

"Mindy? Oh, redhead, not so bright?"

"Yeah, sadly that's true. Anyway, she liked me to go without."

"Mmm... maybe she was brighter than I gave her credit for."

"Oh. Yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Oh. Okay."

"Right, shush now. Girl's busy."

As the zip cleared the head of his cock, it sprang out, and I lost interest in his jeans. It was nothing unduly special, I don't think, but it was certainly respectable, and I was very close to it. I heard Michael breathe a sigh of relief as it was released, and couldn't resist taking it in my hand for a moment, stroking it. Mike stopped me with a touch of his hands though, and I stood back up.

"Listen Heather," he said to me as he kicked his jeans off with his already bare feet. "If we are going to do this, can we do it? You're just going to make a mess like that, and I'll be no use for a while. Not that I mind, you understand."

"In the shower, boy."

"Yes, Ma'am."

We didn't talk much after that. 

Soapsuds are a great way to get to know someone, and as we danced about in the shower stall, sharing the water as best we could, we lathered each other. Warm, wet and slippery is about as good as it gets, short of actual sex, and we made the most of it.

Mike asked if he could wash my hair, and I let him, revelling in the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. He had strong hands attached to a body that finished the job off by taking me into his arms, cuddling me tight with my head tucked in the crook of his neck. We stayed that way for a while, slowly circling to distribute the water while our hands explored each other, and we prodded. My small nipples, his hard cock.

Eventually, without discussing it, we decided the time for cuddling was over, and I tried to figure out the best way for this to work, given the confines of the stall. He didn't look strong enough to carry me, though that was a delightful thought. I was tall enough to manage another way though, and taking his hands from my butt, I kissed him briefly on the lips.

Turning my back to him I wiggled my ass, spread my legs, and leaned forward, the water spraying down my back and over my cheeks. With a little prompting, he positioned himself behind me, his cock nestling in the area under my ass before sliding through my legs, ready and willing.

That was when I remembered the condom. It was on the shelf near my left hand. I left it there. I wasn't willing to wait any longer. A little more wriggling and the head of his cock was sitting at the entrance to my slippery tunnel. I helped then, taking the hard but somehow soft member in my hand, and encouraging it inside me. 

Mike's cock was just the right size, and as it slid slowly inside me I could feel myself expanding, the head of it spreading me delightfully, the heat of it apparent even in my depths. He stood still for a moment once it was in, his hands on my breasts, his breath on my shoulder. Then, just as I was becoming accustomed to the feel of it, he started moving a little, slowly at first, and then a bit faster. He was pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting back, rubbing all my nerves just the right way.

It was obviously no hardship to him either, judging from the noises he was making. Puffing and panting behind me, he was pushing harder and faster. I had kept a hand down between my legs after I helped get him in, thinking I might need to help myself a little to finish, but it was back up on the wall of the shower stall for two reasons. Assistance was the last thing I needed, and in any case I would have fallen over.

I don't know quite how it works, but as the gentle pounding continued, it was as though our bodies accommodated themselves to each other, and everything worked more smoothly, his hardness fitting inside me just right, and there was the just the perfect amount of friction to make it feel wonderful, without there being enough to hinder the movement.

His cock seemed larger too, and continued to stretch me, opening my legs a little more, filling me more profoundly, tickling my insides oh so very much more nicely.

It couldn't last too long, and didn't. Mike was saying my name quietly, and his movements were becoming a little uncoordinated. When he bit my shoulder softly, and groaned, I came, a shock of pleasure through my body. I clamped hard on his cock, groaning as he came too, crushing his body tight behind mine, erupting deep inside me, squeezing my breasts just a little too tightly.

Somehow a position which is wonderfully comfortable at the time can be thoroughly distressing afterwards, and I needed to stand up. I straightened my back gently, feeling Mike's softening cock sliding slowly out, and realised I was surprised at how nice that was. No games, no rules, no expectations. Very nice.

I turned to face Mike again, and we melted together, my head on his shoulder again, both of us breathing deeply.

"God, Heather. I never realised."

"Realised what?" I kissed him lightly on the lips.

"That you were so..."

"So what?"

"Umm... sexy."

"Oh! Really? How did you think I was?"

"Well, you know, we share the house. Eat together. Bitch about school. I kinda thought you were one of the guys."

"Guys huh?"

"Yeah, kinda. Not like that, but yeah."

"I understand. I did the same. Thought you were one of the girls."

"What?"

"Ha ha. Serves you right."

"Says who?"

"Me. But listen, you've proved me wrong."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're a man. And thanks."

"No, no. Thank you."

"Mutual then."

"Okay. Listen Heather, I think you'll agree that this is very nice?"

"Ah, yes. Except..."

"Yes?"

"The water."

"Huh?"

"It's getting cold. Move."

"Oh, you could do with..."

"Get!"

Mike stepped from the shower stall, and I turned back to the controls, and shut off the water, while he whistled at me from outside.

I turned with a grin and stepped out, only to find him drying his back with my towel.

"Hey, gimme!"

"No way."

"That's mine."

"You can have it in a minute. I was distracted, and didn't get one."

"Now!" I was really smiling.

"Nope. Boys first."

We ended up fighting over the towel, grabbing ends of it and drying whatever we could. Eventually he took the towel from me, and after asking how, dried my hair as best he could. Then he wrapped the two of us in the towel, facing one another again, and spoke again.

"Umm... Heather?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"Well, I know I promised..."

"Yeah."

"But..."

"No."

"Just 'no'?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Okay. I guess."

"Has to be."

"Yeah, okay."

"Not a word, remember?"

"Yep, got it."

"And give me a kiss."

"But if..."

"I can kiss my friends if I want. Yeah, see, not so bad. Now give me the towel back, and get out."

"Okay. Listen, if you should want to reconsider..."

"I'll tell you."

"Gotcha."

"Don't ask."

"Nope."

After another couple of kisses, I got him out of the bathroom. He picked up his clothes and headed down to his room. I had to get him out of there. I was as reluctant to call it quits as he was, and that surprised me. Maybe my mind wasn't built for random sex, despite what my body said. It said some nice things.

I finished drying properly, used the drier on my hair, and wrapped the towel around myself again before heading back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I noticed my door was closed when I got there, and I was sure it had been open when I left. Looking down, I saw a handwritten note on the floor, poking out from under the door. Needless to say, I picked it up, opened the door, closed it behind me, and sat on the bed to read it.

It was scrawled on a piece of paper from my desk, using the pen that was sitting there. 

Well, well, Heather. I was going to drop off some instructions for the day, but it seems you have enough on your plate. Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. Oh, and people really should lock the outside door before shower sex, don't you think?

Birch.

I didn't think I recognised the handwriting, but then I was terrible at things like that. I wondered for a moment if it might have been Michael, but he'd had to have been incredibly fast to do that in the time since he left the bathroom. I made a mental note to try and check his handwriting later.

What surprised me the most was how much the idea of someone catching us excited me. I had been calm and relaxed after the shower until this, but now I was all worked up again.

I resisted the temptation to do anything about it, and got dressed, putting jeans and a shirt on again, despite the warm weather. Skirts were making me nervous just now.

Dressed properly, I wandered back out to the kitchen, to find Mike and Steve both arguing about an article in the newspaper. I ignored them, and made some toast. I did glance at Mike once, and he caught my eyes and smiled, but that was all. I took the toast and sat in the lounge to eat it, and it suddenly occurred to me that Steve could possibly have left the note. I decided I needed to ask him when he had got home, before realising that he would hardly tell me the truth if it had been him, so there was no point.

Breakfast over, I left the house, walking back through the park, and heading for class. Economics is boring at best, and I just basically went into automatic mode for the next couple of hours.

After class was over, I went back to the library. I blushed when I saw the seat I'd had those photographs taken in, feeling all hot again, and turned to look for another place to study. Thankfully the library had a few less people in it now, and I was able to find a quiet private spot well away from the entrance. I sat down and spread my books out to do some work. I rested my head on my hands, reading a text book on economics, and promptly fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, I was in no shape to study any more, and I reluctantly packed up and went home.

The rest of the day passed without incident. One of Steve's appalling meals, a few hours in front of the TV, and I went to bed. Mike was out, simplifying things somewhat, I think.

And no, just for a change, I didn't do anything when I got there. I tried to read, and fell asleep with the light on, and a book in my hand. That was my Friday.



The Game Ch. 03



Josephine Ann van deGroot stood just inside the mouth of the alley behind her apartment house. She had used the frieght elevator to get downstairs, by-passing the lobby, coming out the tradesmans entrance. She hadn't wanted anyone to see how she was dressed tonight.

Her skirt barely covered the cheeks of her rump, exposing bare skin between its hem and the elastic top stockings. She wore a thong panty but no bra and her painted nipples were obvious through the gauze-like blouse. Her face was heavily made up with bright blue eye shadow, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick.

Finally, she dashed from the shadows, across the side walk on her unaccustomed three inch heels, to her car which she had earlier parked near the alley. Quickly, she slid in behind the wheel and started the engine.

In only minutes she was parked in the lot at Tony's Lounge, as close to the side door as possible. Inside, this end of the bar was empty and she quickly took the end stool. The leather padding was cold where her almost bare tush made contact. Except for three men at the other end of the long bar, the room was empty.

"What'll it be, Lady," Tony asked, placing a cardboard coaster on the bar in front of her.

"Make it JD on the rocks, with a lime, please" she answered.

She watched as he took the black labelled bottle from the shelf and poured a hefty shot over the ice. He squeezed a wedge of lime into the amber colored liquid and, returning to her place at the bar, placed it on the coaster. "You want to run a tab." he asked.

Jo nodded 'yes' as she picked the glass up to sip the smooth liquor. Tony walked to the group at other end of the bar and was soon involved in their conversation.

She had just lit a cigarette when a voice from behind her asked, "You workin' Babe?"

Without turning around, Jo answered, putting on her best hooker accent, "Yeah, I'm workin'. What do ya have in mind?"

"It depends on the pay scale."

Speaking softly she answered. "A han' job is twennyfive, a blow job is fifty, a romp between my legs is wun-fifty and, anal is two. What's your pleasure?"

"How about a trip around the world?"

"You must be a high roller, mister. That'll cost you anywhere from four to five hunnert, depending on how you hold up. And, a room's extra, we don't do that in the back seat of a car."

"Sounds fair to me and I've already got a room, a motel room over on Sixth Ave. My car's in the lot out back."

"I want half up front," Jo said as she slid into the passenger seat. "Gimme two fifty now."

"No problem." He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and peeled off two hundred and fifty dollars. "There, does that seal the contract?"

"Yeah, consider it sealed," as she stuffed the bills into her purse. "Now, show me your motel."

The car moved quietly from trhe parking lot and in about three minutes was parking in front of the end unit at the Sunrise Motel. There were several cars parked in front of other units, about half occupied.

Once inside the room, both quickly stripped to bare skin. Jo noticed he was already sporting a semi-hardon. Her 'customer' brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels and proceed to pour some into two glasses. "Damn," he exclaimed, "no ice. Here, take the bucket and go get some from the machine."

Jo made to pick up her skirt to redress when he stopped her. "Just go the way you are, Babe, no one'll see you."

"Are you kiddin'? There's cars goin' by all the time and a couple of rooms have their doors open!"

He laughed. "So, give 'em a thrill." When she still hesitated, he added, "I'll throw in another twenty bucks." He reached for his discarded trousers and extracted two ten dollar bills.

"Okay, I'll do it". she grabbed the ice bucket from him and opened the door. "Leave this open so I can get back in."

Jo walked quickly to the ice machine, just outside the managers office. As she leaned in to fill the bucket, the cold emenating from the machine caused her nipples to stiffen and she resisted the urge to pinch one. Time for that later.

She padded quickly back to the room, hearing a loud whistle from one open doorway as she passed.

"Damn you," she almost screamed. The door was closed and locked from inside. "Open this fuckin' door, you bastard."

In the minute she waited, heads popped out of several open doorways, one laughing loudly, another giving a long wolf whistle. As she heard the lock release, she shoved the door open and pushed inside. "Here's your damned ice, where's my money. Laughing at her, he handed the two bills to her and they joined those already in her purse. A minute later he handed her a glass with the ice and some JD.

"You've been a good girl, so what can I do for you," he asked.

Jo took a sip of her drink, thinking for a moment. "You want to make me happy? You can go down on me, lick and suck my cunt and make me cum, that's what you can do for me."

Her 'john' swallowed his drink in one gulp. "No problem, I've always wanted to suck a nice bare pussy. All the others have been too damned hairy and I always end up with hair in my teeth. Get on the bed and spread for me."

When she was in position he knelt on the floor next to the bed to bury his face in her nest. His lips were ice cold from the drink he had just finished and it was both a shock and wonderful feeling as they touched her cunt. Her hips surged upwards. His tongue was still very cold as he traced along her cunt lips and she discovered why as he forced the remains of an ice cube into her tunnel. Jo had never experienced anything like this before, her cunt was involuntarily convulsing on the piece of ice.

"Like that, Babe" he asked.

"Uh huh," she replied. "Feels kind kinky."

His lips, now somewhat warmer, made an 'O' around her clit and his tongue began to tease the little pink bud as it crept from within its fleshy hood.

"Oh yeah, that's the way," Jo began sobbing, her hips pushing hard against his pleasuring mouth. She felt his hands moving up from her hips, past her waist, to grasp her tits. Her nipples were pinched between thumbs and forefingers, pulling and twisting. She clamped her hands over his, encouraging him to continue.

She couldn't help herself as she felt the beginning of her orgasm, fucking his face to gain the relief she now needed. "Oh yes," she sobbed, "Oh yes, oh god yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, OH JEEZUS!" 

She was there! Her body stiffened and she grabbed his head in both hands, holding him to her hairless cunt as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed through her.

Her moments of ecstasy ended and she released her hold on him. after a few seconds he stood up and looked down at her, his fat, erect cock standing straight out from below his belly.

"What say we start at the South Pole, Babe, then work Our way North. You got a cute little ass-hole."

Jo grinned. "Okay, hand me my purse. I gotta grease you up first."

With purse in hand she extracted a small tube of lubricant. Squeezing some of the goop on her fingers, she reached out for his cock and coated it liberally. Then, on hands and knees, she reached around behind herself and added some of the lubricant to her puckered back door.

"Just ease it in until I get adjusted to it," she directed.

When she felt his cock pressing against her ass, she began pushing back until the head of his cock just seemed to pop inside her. "Hold it a sec," she almost whimpered, her rectum stretched almost painfully around the intruder. As her sphincter began to relax, she resumed pushing backwards until his cock was buried to his balls.

"Okay. Nice and slow. Fuck my ass," she murmured.

Doing as he was told, her'John' slowly pulled back until only his cock helmut remained still inside, then, just as slowly, he pushed all the way back inside. "Jeezus, Babe, your ass feels so damned good and tight on my prick."

After a few more slow strokes, Jo whispered, "Okay fuck me hard now, hard and fast. I want to feel your hot cum in my ass."

He needed no further urging. Gripping her hips tightly, he began thrusting as fast as he could. "Jeezus, girl, this is the best ass fuckin' I've ever had. Yeah, I'm gonna cum in your ass and it won't take long."

He was working really hard now and Jo soon felt drops of his prespiration falling on her back. "Come on, guy," she urged, "give it to me." She had reached under herself with one hand to rub her clit, almost as frantic as he, to cum. "Come on, give me a nice cum enema. Damn! I'm gonna make myself cum in a minute."

His only reply was a grunted "Uuhhh," as more of his prespiration dripped on her, his fucking becoming harder and faster, until, "Here it comes, bitch, here it comes."

Jo felt the first burst of hot cum deep in her ass, then he quickly pulled out and a second burst sprayed a rope of pearls on her back, from her waist to her shoulders. Just as quickly, he buried his cock in her cunt as another spurt of cum drenched her insides. That, along with the frantic rubbing of her clit, Jo came again, muffling her cry of ecstasy by burying her face in the bed spread.

Her 'john' continued pumping her cunt full of cum until his balls were completely drained. Only then did he pull his still tumescent prick from her cunt and to fall to one side of his 'hooker'. 

She quickly spun around on her hands and knees and engulphed his cock in her mouth, cleaning it of the mixture of their juices, while trying to suck more from him.

"Jeezus, bitch, there isn't any more. You got it all."

Jo released him and sat back on her haunches. She grinned at him. "Well then, if you can't cum anymore, I guess I lived up to my end of the contract. How about takin' me back to the bar?"

"Yeah, sure. Give me a few minutes and then we'll bug out of here."

Some twenty minutes later they strode into Tony's Lounge and took seats at the bar. Tony came over to them, drinks already in hand. Setting the glasses down, he leaned over and asked softly, "Did you two have a good time this evening?" 

Harry nodded weakly. "I think Jo had a good time, I know I did."

Turning to Jo, Tony said,"You know Josephine, if anyone else ever came in here dressed like you are tonight,I'd throw her ass right out."

"I know, Tony. Tell me, do you think we're nuts with all these crazy goings on?"

"Heck no, Josephine. I think you two have the right idea for spicin' up your love life."      



The Game Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The blonde bomb

Now, here is where things get interesting. Her friend from Norman, a tall, stacked, college girl of twenty-two is coming to party with us on the weekend. We discuss it over a good buzz and she suggests that we might have some fun. Though she never admitted the fact that she screwed the guy at the club, I acted like my view was not good enough to see much, she finally admits it and offers me a chance to even up. Saying that her friend, whom I had met before, briefly, and thought was very cute, might be up for some fun. I act reluctant, but agree that it is fair since she really did go all the way with her jock friend, whom she lied about in size to make me feel better, she's so sweet.

Friday finally arrives and, with a bouquet in tow, I come home to find my baby dressed in next to nothing and waiting impatiently on the couch. An hour passes before her friend shows up and we greet her at the door. She is stunning, long, very blonde hair falls to the middle of her back, some braided, some beaded, some loose. She wore a silky, spaghetti-strapped sundress, which accentuated her perfect, jutting breasts and ended above a set of splendidly, long legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. 

We invited her in and the girls took a seat on the couch, while I sat on the floor, crotch level and, while they talked away, our beautiful, panty-less guest flashed a shaven bit of heaven to me every few minutes. We talk, laugh, and drink together for a while to loosen up. Eventually she lines up a little speed and, as the night rolls on, our inhibitions go out the window. We end up in a game of strip poker, where I lose, badly, and her friend seems to be giving up good hands to catch up.

I am freezing, all drawn up and embarrassingly small from the speed, I hide behind the table, though her friend seems to drop cards frequently and is slow in their retrieval. Eventually she loses the sundress to reveal a lacy, white bra that barely holds back her enormous breasts, which, she contends is what god gave her, bless him, and a pink and shaven mound that makes my mouth water.

My baby is almost nude at this point and I have only socks remaining, while her friend loses another hand and proudly removes her bra to show off a beautiful set off swollen, purple nipples, which my love dares me to lick. I get up, my manhood stiffening at the sight of these two, nude goddesses, and gladly suckle her for a little too long, Baby gets up and grabs me by the balls, roughly squeezing until I drop down to one knee and wrap my arms around her. She pushes me back, flat on the floor, and suggests that her friend do a body shot off of my abdomen, which she shyly does, cupping my testes gently and acting embarrassed when my erection gets in the way. She has to hold it aside, giving it a few soft pumps, as she licks and laps up her shot, which rolls down my belly and wets my pubis.

With a whispered suggestion from my love, I take her friend's hand and lead her to the bedroom. With a gentle kiss I lay her down and begin to work my way down her sexy body, tongue-ing and licking her all over as I move between her legs and taste her sweet, pulsing cunt. She is aflame, tight, hot, and begging for me to fuck her. I mount her and begin to push my swollen manhood inside her lush, velvety depths. Her breasts jiggle and bounce at the force of my entry, each forceful stroke slamming them into a tantalizing dance as I thrust madly into her. She moans softly, eyes closed in a most enticing way, while she bites her lower lip and pulls me into her, her legs spreading further apart as she finds her groove and grinds into me.

Baby is content to watch us from the foot of the bed while we work each other into a frenzied state. Her friend calls her over to join us and pulls her to her knees and kisses her soft, pink lips with a gentle passion, while I watch them and slip deep inside of this incredible girl. We are explosive, clawing and grasping at one another as she fakes one massive orgasm after another, until, with my hands pushing her breasts together and using them as leverage, I slam violently into her and orgasm within. 

We lay together, breathing heavily and smiling, as I feel her quake with aftershocks, perhaps she wasn't faking after all, and I motion for Baby to join us in our embrace. Which, suprisingly, she does, eventually building up enough courage to touch her friend's bountiful physique, touching and caressing her as I lay back and watch. Soon enough she is astride her friend, kissing her hard and kneading her breasts as she rubs her hairy pubis against her friend's smooth, shaven mound.

So amazing is this sight, that, within a few minutes, I am fully erect again and I move to straddle her friend's legs and enter my love from behind. Her sexy, little ass shakes with the impact as I push inside her, my balls bouncing off of two fantastic mounds, tightly pressed together. I hold her hips tight and pump her steadily as she lustily makes out with her friend, never breaking contact, always fondling and pinching her dark, hard nipples.

After a while I orgasm again and we three collapse with exhaustion, though her friend and I did manage to sneak away for a quick shower while she slept. Finally we crashed, in a triple spoon, and awoke together.

My love kissed me and arose to go shower, while her friend, still half-asleep, rolls over and I stare at the ceiling, thinking of our wild night, which yes, I did record.

As Soon as the water came on in the bathroom, her friend is suddenly awake and quickly removes my boxers. She wraps a hand around my entire package and proceeds to give me the most amazing head I've ever had. I explode in her mouth and she swallows my hot jism with a smile, slowly wiggling her tongue back and forth as I spasm and jump in my sensitivity.

My lover leaves us both with a kiss, then leaves for work. The bombshell and I sleep for several more hours before I awake with a pulsating erection and split this fine woman again. I give her the whole show, changing positions, spanking her, tight, plump ass as she moans and squeals excitedly to my every thrust until we both climax together and I fall asleep with my cock still inside her.

Eventually we wake, shower, and dress. We watch a movie together, holding hands and sitting close to one another. My love comes home in the afternoon and we, she and I, sit together at one end of the couch until we loosen up a bit. I suggest we watch our tape and they are both surprised, but pleasantly so, and I end up with my cock in her friend's mouth again, while she licks and nibbles at my scrotum. Another orgasm, which she obediently consumes, and I am spent. Although I did go on to eat both of their lovely flowers by the nights end and my love even tried it for a while, which was so hot it made me ache.

I caught her friend in the shower the next morning and she obliged me one last fuck on the bathroom counter before we said our good-byes, then woke my love to say them again, though leaving out the "I love and worship you"s this time.

Sad to see her go, we kiss one last time and part ways as she leaves to go home and baby leaves to go to work. And I am left alone to think about all that happened and rest.



The Game Ch. 03



Note to reader: So far, It's been pretty light on the erotic aspects I know. I kind of merged 4 chapters in to 2 (for chapters 1 & 2) and maybe those chapters are too long, I don't know. Anyway, I really appreciate if you vote afterwards and comment if possible. Many thanks.



I knew it was always going to be an issue at some point and I was waiting for that day to come with some anticipation. Food stores were depleted and I could already hear the boards opening up from where I slept. I rushed out to the corridor and was hit by a brilliant light peering in from outside. Master wrenched out an opening and hurled the remaining planks on to a pile on the floor. 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

He removed his gloves and wiped his brow. The scar running down his face was less intimidating in the distance, but fearsome enough to make one lower their gaze. 

"Get Abilene ready." He instructed.

I woke mum and the others and then we all sat quietly in the living room wondering what was going to happen next. There were gunshots coming from outside. Eventually, all but one man waltzed in with guns over their shoulders; Master and Jesus. Where was Daddy? It felt like day one all over again. I stood up and hurried to the dining table, where I pulled open two chairs. They set their guns down and took their seats. Both were showing signs of wear and tear, like they were not in their element. Jesus opened his legs and beckoned me to him.

"Sit here." He said and I rested my ass down his lap. My family sat on the couch in the other room facing me. I felt ashamed but knew that I still had strength. in fact, I had gotten stronger, despite certain aspects of my resistance being surrendered. Jesus was not the same man I had gotten to know. Time seemed to be an issue all of a sudden, and I could sense a reverse on the cards. The exploratory nature of his dark hands against my waist was a sure fire sign of that. Had he the time he originally expected, I could see him seducing me, but events were conspiring against him. His fingers were rough as they kneaded my flesh through the light fabric of my night gown. Last night was the first time Daddy allowed us to go through a pile of clothes they picked out from a laundry basket. It was all wrinkled but straightened out over night. I had this purple satin night gown that hung down to the top of my thighs. It must have shrunk in the washing because it was tight at the top, with material clinging to my nipples. 

"Where is Daddy?" I asked.

"Still hunting, or trying to." He replied. "He is stubborn, but he will be back soon."

Master explained that Daddy was not keen to ride into town, but they thought it was inevitable. Coupled with wasted bullets on wildlife that was gone before they could press the trigger they opted to retreat and consider the next best solution.

"You want me to come to town with you?" I offered.

"No. Master will take Abilene." Jesus told me.

When he touched my stomach attempting to adjust my position I tucked my backside further up against his crotch and lower abdomen. His eyes widened slightly realizing that my little ass had no underwear. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but I knew that the more they trusted me, the more likely it was that they would eventually let their guard down, perhaps long enough for my father to see some light; an opportunity to take their game and turn it on their heads. But, for it to work and for my father to be able to recognize how events were unfolding, I required two things to be in order - the first was, the way I came across to my captors and the second was my fathers ability to take advantage of any relevant weaknesses I exposed in them. Similarly to how two strikers would operate in a game of soccer, where one would make darting runs to drag the defense in one direction, and as a result leaving the other striker to run into big open gaps that were no longer occupied. It was a long shot but I basically had to be as convincing as I could possibly be, even though it was at the expense of my dignity.

Jesus tickled the inside of my upper thighs and I parted my legs for him. As I kept my eye locked on my quietly inspecting family I leaned back and rested my little head on his strong muscular frame. I told myself to enjoy it and to be as happy as possible. Hopefully something would come of it. I could see Josh with his pinched brows and body leaning forward from he sat. He had rested his elbow near his knee and he was thinking about how to rescue me. Kurt on the other hand sat in between my brother and mother with a supporting arm around both of them. As Jesus ventured deeper with his powerful hands, I parted my legs out as wide as I could and noticed my gown rose up along the hips, exposing my shaved cunt. 

"Mmmm." I moaned ever so quietly.

I could see Kurt leaning back from where he sat. He was losing his cool but I noticed he was also excited. I kept my eyes on his crotch and noticed movement. I'm not sure he had seen my pussy before and I'm sure he didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter and as far as I could tell, an exposed pussy was just a taste of things to come.

"Am I hurting you Alice?" Jesus asked politely.

"No sir." I replied. 

"You have such cunt beautiful lips." He said jumbling up his dialogue while strumming my pussy lips with those rough fingers. "So little and tight. Don't you think?" 

"Yes sir." I moaned. He dipped a finger in and it came out all slick and wet. Somehow, I could not help myself. Each digit was hard and rough and thick; possibly on par with my brothers penis. He seemed mesmerized by my dripping cunt juice and was fascinated by how it coated his finger. He inserted his finger into his mouth and had a good suck on it. 

Then he pressed his finger inside my pussy once more; only deeper. Taking out another layer. He put his hand up and waved to my father.

"Your daughter is very wet. Would you like to try some?"

"No sir." Kurt said through gritted teeth, his bulge now clearly visible. If Josh had one I couldn't tell. I hope he wasn't thinking about attempting a Manu Chao, because he would probably get his head blown clean off. 

"You know how to grind your ass girl!" Jesus smiled. "Now, let me see how you suck a black mans dick." He said, removing me so he could unbuckle and get those pants off. When he was undressed, I had to admit he was something. A big powerful muscular man; dark and handsome. I had already wrapped my hands around his dick before thinking anything else. My hands simply migrated there out of curiosity. First, my fingers were like vines that were attempting to tangle up his pipe before applying a gentle squeeze. It was huge, as I recall from the day before, but now even closer to me than ever before; even more appealing to the eyes. 

"Show it to your father." He asked.

We made our way to the living room and stood in front of my father. I held up his big black cock with both hands and displayed it to my family. They just sat and watched.

"Alice, can you describe my dick please? Give me a nice description." Jesus said.

I rolled my eyeballs upwards and tried to rack my brain for the best way to describe his cock to my onlooking family. It's not like they couldn't already see for themselves and I didn't think a massive black meat pole needed any introductions.

" ... Well" I began. "It is the biggest cock I've EVER seen sir. Maybe, 13 inches long ... not too thick. Got a good sized head. No hood. Feels good to touch." I explained as I stroked it from tip to base, as I looked at my family and his dick. I felt like a product display sales lady and Jesus just some eager volunteer. There was no denying it, it was a mighty impressive tool and I didn't realize I had gotten to my knees and was stroking his floppy beast right up to where my face was. My lips were held in a tractor beam and being pulled in towards his long pipe.

"Do you see?" Jesus said pointing me out to my father. "I did not ask your daughter to suck my dick. She just can't help it." Jesus taunted.

He was right. Our captors hadn't really made us do anything. We could have withered away and died but humiliation seemed more acceptable. I put my lips to his head and enclosed it inside my mouth. He moaned as my mouth remained fixed like a lid and my tongue lashed around like a paintbrush lacquering a wall. 

"Sweet Jesus!" Jesus muttered his namesake in ecstasy. My sucking style was going down well with him. The sound of a chair leg screeching in the kitchen came from Master. He picked at his crotch and joined everyone in the room. He stood over Abilene and stroked her hair. I think he was just feeling left out so I couldn't blame him, but just wished we didn't have to be the unlucky victims. Abilene was about to stand up as she figured it was time to go to town but Master asked her to stay seated.

"Master?" Abilene said.

"Not yet Abilene. We will head out when Daddy returns." He explained.

He inched closer until his knees were pressed against hers. He seemed to be expecting something and Abilene had an inkling about what it was but cast a glance over at Kurt to gage his response. Kurt just shot back a stare of helplessness. If he wasn't trying to be so careful he would have accompanied it with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Master ... do you want me to ..." Abilene began.

"Yes?"

"Erm, you know. Service you?"

"What?"

"Your cock Master." She offered.

Master grinned and undressed. His dick was even bigger than that of his compatriot. Abilene gasped and almost passed out. She removed her blouse and then Master came up behind her and unclipped her bra. Her tits flopped out and Master licked his lips. He removed the big white bra and sniffed it before dropping it and kicking it under the couch. 

"I aim to please you Master." Abilene promised, somewhat hurried in her thoughts. so much so, that she was compiling sentences for future dialogue that was hastily put together. It was understandable considering the situation but Abilene would get smarter I was sure.

He fondled her sagging breasts and looked to provoke my father and brother by casting them a sinister glance. Abilene's words were her promise and she kept them all. It was a bit different to guarantee the world to an attacker but she was boxing clever; she would wear him down by floating around with endless sexual innuendo's. Perhaps our guests had abandoned the game a long time ago and I was the only one playing. It was impossible to know if anyone in my family was following my smoke signals; they all seemed a bit lost. 

"Your wifes big breasts feel GOOD." He grinned squeezing them and sucking on them. 

It was difficult for my brother to be watching his mother being assaulted by such an imposing figure. Had he been short and beatable Josh might just have interceded. Instead, he was frozen in place with an erection in his pants. Master sucked on mum's tits and tried squeezing for milk but nothing came out. He snarled and slapped her melons before turning his attention to dad. Master rose. He lifted up his long floppy dick and waved the giant 15 inch beast in front of Kurt's face. It looked like a small arm but in order to determine an accurate measurement he would need a ruler and I couldn't see him getting one. 

"Maybe you want to service me too." He suggested.

"N-no sir." Kurt declined, his bulge getting bigger. 

"Oh go on. don't be shy. I INSIST." Master ordered.

Kurt sat in disarray facing the prospect of sucking a cock of another straight man. Master was not gay, and nor was Kurt, but it was the element of power and submission that appealed to Master. The big black man got off on the humiliation aspect and Kurt's dick wasn't getting any smaller. He gulped as he cocked his head forward, closed his eyes and opened his mouth like he was about to eat a cheeseburger. Master placed his mushroom into the white cave and lay it down on Kurt's tongue. The mouth closed and then pulled out. Then Kurt opened his mouth again.

"That's right. Very good. Lets go again." Master ordered.

Kurt tilted his head sideways to collect the big dangling cock and took it into his mouth some more. Then he sucked on it and Master praised and encouraged him to keep going. Kurt was good at following instructions and after a few sucks, he used his hand to hold Master's cock and bring it up so he could really suck on it like Master wanted. 

"Like ... this?" Kurt asked licking the big slit that was Masters piss hole.

"Fuck! That's perfect!!." Master groaned and squirmed while he stood with his hands on his hips, while Josh and Abilene looked on helplessly. My father was being forced to suck another mans dick in front of us, and so, naturally, it was hard to understand what to think, let alone do. 

"Come Abilene. Join us." Master said guiding her by the hand to kneel beside her husband and give Masters cock a double blow job. Kurt watched how Abilene worked on lubricating the humongous dark meat with running her tongue along the side of his cock in long loving strides. Kurt copied this action and worked on the his apportioned side. Together they were a good team. They were making it all slick and making it grow even more.

I wasn't expecting to see my dad sucking dick like a sissy, so I was caught by surprise a little and Jesus stroked my cheeks to let me know I had other things to be getting on with. 

"Mmmm-Mmmm." I licked.

"Oh yes ALICE!!" Jesus moaned.

My mouth could fit but I could not take in that much cock, because his dick was just way too long. My parents had a similar problem. Even together they could not advance beyond Masters penis head. They were managing to enclose it with both their mouths however. About 4 hands were wrapped around Masters cock, giving it a wonderful service. Master was in a state of pure bliss, patting the heads of his slaves and encouraging them to continue. 

My brother meanwhile sat by himself rubbing his crotch. At that point, Daddy came walking through the door. He set his gun down and took his jacket off. 

"I thought you guys were going to go into town?" He asked. 

"Later." Jesus moaned, as I fucked his piss hole with my wet horny tongue. I liked to give him ice cream licks and slide the tip of my tongue inside the slit of his piss hole.

"Where's my fun?" Daddy said looking over at Josh.

"Huh?" Josh said surprised.

"Come here boy." 

My brother looked at mother and father but they were too busy servicing Master. I could see him but he was on his own for now. Daddy helped Josh stand up on his feet and undressed him. He had quite a puny body. Daddy took him behind the couch. "You have a small penis." Daddy told him. "But a nice ass." He said giving my brothers ass cheeks a good grope. He squeezed them and stroked around like he was checking fruit in a supermarket. Josh, who was much smaller in height, looked particularly vulnerable with Daddy stood over him. Josh did however reveal a raging hard on from the little pecker that pointed out towards the porch. Daddy dipped his head low and kissed Josh on the neck.

"Lie down on your stomach." He asked, kissing his cheeks and turning his face to kiss his lips. 

Josh obeyed and disappeared behind the couch, with Daddy following him. Moments later all I could see was Daddy and Josh's legs sticking out from the end of the couch and Daddy's legs moving up and down quickly. I could hear Josh yelping and then whimpering, imagining that Daddy must have been ramming his incredibly long dick up my brothers ass. The floor boards were creaking and jumping as Daddy moaned and talked dirty to Josh as he pummeled him over and over. It must have painful I thought. Then I gave my cunt a quick rub.

I cupped the balls of Jesus and licked on them for a while. Jesus wanted me to kiss them so I kissed each ball and maintained eye contact with him for affections sake. When he was ready, I stood up and made my way to the couch where I sat on my knees facing away from Jesus, with my hands on the head rest, in a standing doggy position. My back arched and my ass stuck out really nicely for Jesus. Daddy came up at that moment and told Josh to do the same as me. Master requested my parents to follow. Eventually, me and the family were in a doggy position on the couch, facing away from our captors. Josh had just about made it, with his ass looking sore. 

"You okay bud?" I whispered to Josh.

He nodded and wiped his tears. I leaned over and brought his face to mine by his chin and kissed him on the lips. He kissed me back and we kept it up, even when those big black cocks got into anal entry positions. Master opened up a small tub of jelly and passed it around to his colleagues. They took a handful of the white waxy stuff and then peeled open our butt cheeks. I didn't watch but felt a nice sensation as Jesus applied the jelly gently against my chilly ring until it was moisturized. I glanced low and caught sight of my brothers sweet little penis. It was so devoid of action, I had to really change all that once we were free from captivity. Maybe suck on his dick after every breakfast, just to motivate it to grow more. I had the distinct impression, that, it was rock hard at the moment, and probably in no doubt largely due to the expert manner in which his ass hole was being tended to. Daddy already expressed his desire for boys, by pounding my brothers ass without any lubrication. He just went at him like an elephant raping a rhino – my brother didn't stand a chance. I must admit, I was fixated by the way he was getting torn a new ass hole. 

"Josh?" I called to him quietly.

"Uh-huh?" He sobbed.

"Why did you stop kissing me?" I asked.

"Oh." He answered, probably wanting not to be disturbed.

Still, he raised a hand underneath me and fondled one of my flat tits. I was surprised anything was hanging down from my sternum, and even more so, that it was jiggling. My mother's breasts on the other hand did not jiggle – they swayed. 

"UNGHH!!" I grunted as Jesus penetrated my young tight ass. Then I moaned and squirmed, listening to other sounds of grunting and groaning around me. It was like an unorganized symphony, and then at times when they were imitating my anal yelping, I thought about popcorn in a microwave.

"UNGHH!!"

"UNGH!!" "UNGH!!"

Daddy slid his cock a few inches at a time inside my brothers ass which was tighter than mine I assumed from the louder and more girl-like grunting. Masters cock was the thickest so his should have hurt mum and dad the most, but he only plugged them a small way. Jesus anal fucked me the whole way! I could not believe something that long was inside of me, and it hurt like hell, but once it was all the way inside, my whole body was aroused and excited and it was instructing me to entice the black cock further inside my tight cave. 

"GOD!! YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Jesus complained.

"I know Ungh! you like it." I said wetting my lips. 

He slapped me hard on my cheeks as he pounded me and I moaned and gyrated my hips. it turned out that Jesus was just as bad as Daddy, but he sure made me horny. The biggest surprise was that, black cocks made my dad horny too. I could see him trying not to enjoy it as much with Master holding his butt cheeks as his dick crawled inside Kurt's ass. After a few of those, Kurt was drooling and pitched out his ass with gritted teeth, trying to suppress his desires. I figured he was straight and all, but he was like some prison bitch who had to do it to survive. It didn't mean he wasn't going to like it, just because he didn't want it. The only thing I could think of was that he was suppressing it in order to retain any remaining dignity. But I could tell, he wanted to say "OH LORD YESS!! YESSS!! PLEASE FUCK ME!!!"

I moaned as Josh pinched my nipples and then I softly mouthed him instruction to do the other nipple too. I'm not sure quite how he understood what I was trying to say in between my shaking body but his hand slid across to my other tit and his finger and thumb latched onto my pink pointy nub. He rubbed and then he groped at my tits and then pulled at them. It hurt but I encouraged it. as Daddy pounded his ass, Josh reached over and licked my earlobes. I kissed his cheek and he returned back to his position as not to anger Daddy.




The Game Ch. 03



Master had the run of the house with mum and dad. He found himself pulling out more often and then inspecting each ass; giving each puppy a squeeze. Dads ass was tight and like a mans ass and mums was big and slap friendly. Master slapped her ass the most and she squealed like a pig just because he requested it. He also requested other animal sounds, like a dog, donkey, chimpanzee but the pig was his number one request. He took turns to anal fuck Kurt and Abilene, but on the whole, Kurt's ass saw the least action. 

Eventually, there was a short interval before we got going again but it was only for a few seconds while they decided who to anal fuck and so on. They alternated regularly and each of us got to feel all three black dicks inside of us. 

"OHHH FUCK YEAHHHH!!!" We all cried in ecstasy as they fucked us real good, using the kind of aggression normally reserved for animals.

Daddy was always trying to wind Kurt up, I guess because he was the man of the house, but in front of them he just a sissy. He looked weak and defeated but I could tell he was putting it on a little bit. Secretly, he was wanting to kneel on the floor and suck on all three dicks for himself, which was funny because he couldn't even handle one. Maybe it was just my imagination playing on me and my hormones were causing all sorts of trouble, trying to fill in the blanks; assuming when there was no need to. If I wanted to save my family, thinking about how gay my straight dad was just didn't make sense. Had I caught the bug? Was I scanning my family like they were potential victims of humiliation? Seemed like that to me. what's scary about that is that I could feel my pussy dripping at the thought, and I knew what I was becoming and wanted more.

I just couldn't stop. 

Daddy had been curious about Master's fascination with Abilene and her ass. This was because he wasn't into having two pillows tuck his dick away. Not big pillows anyway. he swapped places with his scarred associate and planted a hand on each butt cheek.

"What would you rather prefer – to fuck a weasel or a big black bear?" Daddy asked Abilene.

It was a simple question. Abilene turned her head to face Kurt and then over at Daddy. "A ... big black bear." She said, pretending like she did not know what that meant. We had seen the nature channel, we knew what big black bears were. We even met a few near the foot of the wilderness mountain once. 

"Who is your daddy?" He asked her, pulling apart her fat cheeks to observe her gaping hole.

She glanced over at father again hoping he would intervene but he just was too afraid. She had no intention of making them angry either, so she had to tell them what they wanted to hear, even if it wasn't true.

"... You are MY big bear. You are my Daddy." She answered obediently. 

There was a pause as she waited for the next question and hoped she was winning points for her family but there was only silence. 

Abilene's upper body veered down and her head pressed into the crack of the seat as Daddy lifted up her legs in a wheelbarrow pose. He stabbed at her pussy and she gasped before plunging into her cunt with his big black cock.

"YES! I'M FUCKING YOUR FAT FRUMPY WIFE! HAHA!!.' Daddy taunted Kurt. "I'M THE BIG BLACK BEAR!!" He sang over and over slapping mum's big middle-aged ass all over the place.

He kept shouting and talking dirty and mother could only grunt from the impact of his drives. ".. UNGH!! UNGH!!" She repeated, her body just a fuck bag that Daddy was raping. I helped out a little when Abilene was quiet – Daddy would take out his cock and I would spit on it and stroke it from it's entire with both hands, and then help ease it back into my mother's pussy. Sometimes, Daddy would want me to peel open mum's big cheeks so he could get a look at her gaping asshole before fucking her in that hole. 

After a while, Abilene was murmuring and then muttering all the way to eventually interacting along with Daddy. He kept saying he was the black bear and Abilene pretty much wholeheartedly agreed.

"YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY BIBLE HATIN PUSSY!!!" she cried. "AAAHHH YESSS!! AAAHHH YES!! I LOVE MA BLACK BEAR!!"

"I'M FUCKING YOU WHORE, I'M FUCKING YOU!!"

"YES GOD!!! IT FEELS SOOO GOOOD!!" Abilene screamed in ecstasy.

I stroked my pussy as Daddy fucked my mother with that big dick of his. Master and Jesus led me towards them and began kissing me all over. It was nice being sandwiched between them. Jesus fucked my pussy while Master took me up the ass. To have two large cocks inside my tight little body was incredibly hot. 

"AAAHHHH FUCKKKKK!!!!" I screamed as both black bears double penetrated me, and fucked my holes. I found myself being hoisted off the floor and then normal service being resumed. Both Kurt and Josh sat on th couch just beating off and were really in the thick of it. 

"YESS FUCKK ME YOU BASTARDS!!!" I screamed. My mother was screaming similar obscenities. We were so lost in our fucking, both parties dialogue was stripped down to the basic profanities.

"OHHHH COME ON YOU BLACK BASTARDS!!! FUCK MY HOLES!!" I yelled. I wanted them to go deeper inside and fuck my white ass and pussy. We were all sweating and I could hear balls slapping against one another underneath me and the boys in my family rooting for the black men to fuck me.

"YESS!! YESS! FUCK MY LITTLE GIRL!!! FUCK HER!!!" Kurt hollered. 

"FUCKK ME HARDER DADDY!!! FUCK ME DEEPER!!!" Abilene cried.

"YES! YES! YESSSSS!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I shuddered and climaxed. I slumped forward and felt my cunt oozing with cum, dribbling all over the cock of Jesus. He pulled out of me and made the boys lick it clean off. All three captors were still walking around with large erections and although I had just orgasmed I was ready for more.

"Now stand like this." Daddy said getting me and mum to face each other and then embrace. 

"Like this Daddy?" Me and mum both asked in unison.

"Yes. Excellent. Now start making out." He instructed.

I kissed mum and her lips tasted nice. She opened her mouth and we sucked on each others tongues. As we continued, Daddy came up behind me and Master came up behind Abilene. They lifted us up and started fucking our holes at the same time, like a double sandwich fuck. 

I gyrated my hips and rubbed my pussy against Abilene's and she followed suit. 

"I love you mum." I said clamping my teeth around my mother's tongue and pulling it out as far as I could. It was something I wanted to do, but wasn't sure why I thought of it. I guess it was hard to just keep pecking each other's lips like those lesbian types. I think me and mum were becoming like them. "God forbid." Abilene spoke dismayed. She was still carrying that god fearing attitude, despite the obvious acquisition of Satan friendly hormones that were pumping through her, while something else was pumping in her. 

We were being mashed into each other by two large sweaty men and it must have been quite the show. It was a bit difficult for Jesus, on the sidelines, so he needed the boys to help stroke his cock and keep it up. Even so, he wasn't really into the power thing like Daddy and his dick started to get floppy. Kurt volunteered to suck on it to get it going again but Jesus declined the offer. He preferred young girls, I knew that much, so I hope I qualified for that. My eyeballs took a sharp turn left so I could follow him wander over to the window where he took a brief respite. He had a nice butt. I wanted to sit on his lap and feed him but I knew that was just a game I was playing.

***

I found myself on the floor and Josh was helping me to my feet. I looked a mess with tears streaming down my face and all of this stuff running down my legs. Josh was no different; just a little more pale perhaps. I had been expelled from the foursome orgy for tending to my romantic notions. I was in love with Jesus but I was not sure if it was mutual. He just wanted some fuck meat and I was a good source. Not quite what would come recommended by a doctor, but I'm sure there was an alternative to wanting to just agressively fuck someone. Maybe like taking up extreme sports or hiring some porno DVDs. 

"AAHHHH YEAAHH!! AAAHHHH YEAAHH!!" Abilene moaned as she was being double penetrated off the floor. Now although she was a heavy woman, but they were very strong men. Sometimes she had her arms rested over Daddy's shoulders and other times she was leaning back on Master. I noticed a tingling down below and saw Josh on his knees licking my wet dripping cunt like a good boy. I would have let him do that long ago, long before any of this, but he just had to be brave enough to come up to me and rip my shorts off. I rued the way he kept heading off in another direction, and suspected he would end up being one of them bible bashing transvestites when he grew up. I just kind of always hoped he would man up and just take my ass to town; take my virginity before it was drainedd out of me.  

"AAAAHHHH YEAAAAHH FUUUUCCKK!!! AAAHHHHH YEAAHHH MY BLACK BEARS!!" Abilene screamed as she approached climax. 

"AAAHHHHHH YESSS!!! FUCK!! FUCK!!!!" Both men shouted as they became hornier and hornier. Mum's dam exploded and her cunt juice decorated Daddy's dick. They pulled out of her and she slumped to the floor as if dying. Jesus rounded us all up and made us kneel as each of them surrounded us. They began pumping their massive cocks, sometimes slapping random faces and laughing. 

"Are you ready Masterson's?" Daddy moaned.

We sat like sensible slaves, just waiting for the load to hit us. All three dicks were aimed at our faces and balls were beginning to tighten.

"ARE YOU READY MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" Master yelled as he shuddered and then moaned before blasting out a thick white line of goo all over dad's face. Jesus erupted next, firing quick spurts into my open mouth. I was eager to take it all in if possible just to show him I loved him. Josh was lucky he had been left alone, but then I spoke too soon. Daddy poured it all out onto his face and Daddy's load was the biggest. He was, by the end of it, drenched and his face caked in cum. He just sat there as if he had been slimed by one of those green things in Ghostbusters. They worked their way around to each of us, just squirting away and telling us to open our mouths and swallow. Josh was the only one who didn't listen.

I swallowed the cum of my Jesus and then swapped cum with Abilene; mouth to mouth which made the guys stir again. Kurt swallowed his portion of cum and them licked his fingers. We took their floppy dicks into mouths and worked together as a family unit to lick and suck on their mushroom headed dicks. It was a kind of post climax blow job. The heads of their cocks were extremely sensitive and they kept writhing about and moaning in delight, but we were adamant to clean them up like good slaves. Dad seemed to be the most enthusiastic, applying teasing licks to all the piss holes he could find. That made me really horny again, just thinking what a hot sissy he made. When we were done, we were all so exhausted we just fell asleep right there on the floor.

***

When we woke up, we were greeted by the strangest sight. All three men were seated, dressed in suits and ties, looking very smart and handsome. Pretty much like blues singers on a stage but smarter yet. I stood up and took a look around the place – it was all cleaned up as if nothing ever happened. Master made a few rounds just to make sure there was no trail. We suspected the game was up and that it was all finally over. Daddy smiled and took off his hat to rest on his lap momentarily. He passed Kurt a document he was supposed to read and sign.

"What's this?" Kurt asked.

"It's an invoice sir." Daddy explained. "For services rendered."

"I don't understand – is this another joke? We don't have any money. especially not $15000!" Kurt explained flabbergasted.

So, they really did want money after all. After raping us first.

"No joke sir. We cater to the elite, providing authentic interracial roleplay." Daddy went on to explain. "We thought you knew?"

Kurt stared the at the invoice with a blank expression on his face. He could not muster any thoughts of relevance other than that this had been one of the biggest misunderstandings known to man. The company name was Extreme Scenarios Ltd. Reading the slogan below the header, it read:

"Here to make your DARKEST fantasies come true"

At the back, there was some information regarding the contract. It was a service aimed at the upper class citizens of the world, though any one with a bit of money to burn could participate. The service offered a range of scenario based role play revolving around interracial domination and humiliation. All customers had to sign an agreement to waiver their rights normally protecting them against a scenario "gone wrong". Once signed, the customer was a party to a transaction and thus, could not invoke or fabricate any clause in order to renege from it. Once signed, events were in motion – both parties distinctly aware of the arrangements. The sum of payment was determined by service chosen. 

"What kind of service have I allegedly signed for, that comes to this much?" Kurt asked Daddy. 

"Well sir ... you requested a scenario called 'The Game'. This is our most popular product. Believe it or not, a lot of rich white people want to be fucked by black men with big dicks." Daddy began and then Jesus took off his hat and continued. "We are professionally paid actors, and therefore you are paying us to be as convincing as possible. For a 30 to 40 day family domination scenario, I think that is a very good deal."

"But I did not order this service?" Kurt said shrugging his shoulders.

The three men looked at one another. "But you were aware this was all role play right?" Jesus asked somewhat bluntly. 

"Mr, at no point did I think THIS was a game. Most especially when I had a big black dick fucking me in the ass!"

"So, we were pretty convincing." Master commented although it was a bad time to express satisfaction at a job well done.

Kurt sighed and fell back on the couch with his eyes up in the air, but staring at nothing in particular. He just needed a bit of help. We could not conjure $15,000 out of nowhere. What did these people do to people who could not pay them? One thing was for sure, they could not possibly do any worse than they already did. There was no other way to paint it – we had simply been sexually abused by mistake. It was like friendly fire from point blank range, followed by a quick search through the pockets for any valuables. 

I had a look at the invoice and could not see anything that helped us. Master had told us, while Daddy popped out for a cigarette, that if we could not pay, it would be bad news. Daddy soon returned having also spoken to his employers. He sat down and dragged the front of hie seat forward so that he could be closer to us. I was not sure if that was to scare Kurt but my father did flinch slightly. 

"Stan, my boss, has filled me in on our new scenario. Apparently, it is an isolated problem we have dealt with before. Clients who do not pay for our services usually have their assets seized."

"So what, you want our car?"

"I think we are talking about your house sir."

"Wait a minute now – you can't just take away everything we own. See, I don't know if there is another K Masterson living around here, but the one who ordered this service doesn't live here." Father tried to explain.

"I'm afraid, unless you can prove otherwise, we have no other options sir."

"Wait! Get on the phone again to your boss. I want to have a word."

"Very well." Daddy dialed a number and passed it to Kurt. Josh pulled at his loosened pants and asked the guys their real names while Kurt waited on the line. Jesus smiled and apologized that he was not at liberty to say, that he could not compromise his contract with his employer. 

"Hello this is Stan." The voice spoke.

"Ahem! Y-yes, I don't know if you know, but I am, or I rather, I want to sa ..." My father mumbled before Abilene took the cell phone from him and passed it on to me. 

"Hello sir. My name is Alice Masterson. I wanted to explain a case of mistaken identity. You see, we are the Mastersons as it states on the invoice but we did not order this service."

"I see. I understand sweet heart. Let me think ... Have you used the service?"

"I, erm, I guess so."

"Then we have a problem. You see, the service includes set up costs and expenses. Our actors flew in from Washington on first class seats, then we have other ad hoc travel costs and do you recall all the lovely food you must have eaten? Well thats all a small part of the fee. Look at the invoice where it says descriptions. Theres a breakdown."

"I see sir. We don't have any money sir." I replied somewhat choked up.

The was a cough on the other line and a silence. "Listen." Stan started. "Theres no need to cry. We are not going to kill you or anything like that. This is just business sweet heart."

"I ... know." I said wiping away my tears. Jesus came over and passed me a tissue like I recall him doing once before. 

I spoke to Stan some more and then the conversation ended. I passed the cell phone back to Daddy. When I was composed I told them that Stan was in a sympathetic mood and wanted to offer us an alternative solution whereby we could keep the house.

"What is the other solution Alice?" Josh asked me.

"Well, Stan says, $15,000 IS a lot of money and that were we to sign a new agreement to waiver our rights back at the hotel where these gentleman are staying, then we could get on with our lives as if nothing happenedish." I explained.

"Whats the -ish part mean sis?" Josh asked. He was smart and picked up on that kind of stuff all the time. I caressed his face and thought about wanting my cunt licked by him pretty soon. 

"I guess, until we pay this money back, we will have to work for Extreme Scenarios Ltd." I surmised. Stan was not that clear on his words but that was the illusion business men played with the customer. I figured if we were going to sign something like this, it could only be to the devil himself. But he sounded like a man of his word; someone who would retain us until our debts had been cleared. A bad debt to him was never written off, it was dealt with, no matter how old. 

"Work for Extreme Scenarios? What? Behind a desk? Or telesales department?" Kurt asked.

We all wanted to believe it was something like that and none more than Kurt himself. But deep down, he knew which department it was, and it wasn't pretty. Taking a good look around at the employee's before me, I knew it was the 'fuck you in the ass and get sexually abused.' department, if anything. We were signing our rights away because this job was dangerous and we could get hurt or killed. But there was one thing I wasn't sure about and I had to voice my curiosity.

"I thought your company specialized in interracial services?"

"That's right Alice." Jesus agreed. "Interracial means a mixture of black and white – not just black."

"So, what does that mean exactly?" I asked.

"Well, I think you know, but I will enlighten you." Jesus started. "Black actors like us do these kinds of scenario's where we go and imprison white family's in their homes for about a month. The game revolves around allowing our prisoners to figure out that the only way for the game to end, is if they completely humiliate themselves in front of us and then offer to submit to us by sucking our dicks etc. we also have the power to sexually abuse you regardless if there are special specifications made by the client, as was the case with Master and Abilene. after the allotted time, the closing of the service involves a big agressive sex scene, as you now know."





The Game Ch. 03



"So, you are saying, me and my family will be imprisoning families in their homes and then raping them afterwards?"

" ... No Alice. Not quite. Basically, there are rich black families who want to fuck and enslave white families – believe it or not it is a fantasy that exists. The demand is really high for this scenario, but we have very few actors and as of late, no 'real' white families who want to join our organization. But, you will be the first."

Kurt started chuckling and then he burst out into laughter. "Heheheh Ohhh." He said holding his stomach having doubled over in joy and ecstasy.

"Are you okay sir?" Master asked.

"You're kidding me right?"

~ The End ... (but not for the Masterson's)



The Game Ch. 03



The Game – The Second Half

1.

It was weird and I couldn't understand it. In fact, it was absolutely impossible – but the condom just would not come off.

I'd already tried rolling it upwards, but it simply refused to budge. And then, when I grasped the empty teat on the end of it and tried to pull it, the pain that ran down the length of my penis and into my groin was almost unbearable.

This is not supposed to happen, I told myself as I curled my fingers around it, clenched my fist, and tried to jerk it upwards – producing the most severe pain so far! It felt as if my entire groin was burning.

"Come on; Love... what's keeping you?" I heard Jeanie say in her most sensuous and seductive voice, and I turned to look through the opened bathroom door. She was lying, stark naked, on our bed and, no matter how much I'd always adored her, she seemed even more provocative and beguiling than I'd ever seen before. Even as I watched, she turned her head towards me and, with a captivating smile, said;

"Don't be too long, Mark... I'm waiting for you...." And I saw her hand slide slowly downwards, brushing lightly against her small, firm breast before continuing towards the delightful tangle of her blonde pubic hair.

"Jeanie," I whined, "the condom's stuck... it won't come off!"

"Oh, dear!" she answered.

"And I can't get out of the bathroom until I get it off me!" I practically wailed.

"Oh... my poor Love," she soothed, her fingers now sliding back and forth between her legs, "and I really need you... I really do."

Once again I heaved at the latex sheath, inhaling the smell of it that was covering my hands, but there was only more pain and no movement. I wondered if I ought to wash the lubricant from my hands and possibly get a firmer grip. 

"Jeanie... I'm just...." I started to say, but she broke in with...

"It's alright, Mark... no need to worry. Greg's here! He'll take care of me."

I whirled around to face the door again and saw that Jeanie was now lying flat on her back with her knees drawn up a little way and her legs wide apart. I couldn't see much of the lower part of her body – just enough to make out that there was someone else there – and I could hear the crude lapping sounds almost drowned beneath her steadily increasing groans of pleasure. I heard her whisper something that sounded like: 'Jeez! You're good at that, Greg! You're really good at that!'

I wanted to scream at her to stop, but my throat was almost completely constricted by pain as I tried to wrench the condom from me. I strained at it with all my strength but all it achieved was to make me fall to my knees on the cold hard floortiles of the bathroom, with tears of pain running freely down my face. I hardly dared to look into the bedroom but, when I finally had no choice but to do so, I could see that Jeanie was on her hands and knees. Once again, it was only the top half of her body that I could see, but there was no doubt, from her movements that someone was behind her - and deep inside her – pounding away with vigorous and unmistakable movements. 

I heard her gasps and groans; heard her urging her lover to 'Fuck me!' and to 'cum in me!' and to fill me!' And then it was just the word 'Yes!' being yelled over and over again and I was trying to scream, desperately trying until, at long last, I heard my own voice give out with a howl of "No-ooo!"

It took so much effort that I found myself shaking....

No... I wasn't shaking. I was being shaken. 

And when I forced my eyes open I realised that Jeanie was leaning over me, in our bed and saying; "Wake up, Love! You're having a dream... a bad dream. Wake up."

As my eyes opened, reluctantly, I could see the look of obvious concern on her face and, once again, I heard her voice; 

"Are you alright, Love?" she said and, instead of accepting it in the intended spirit, I just growled a reply of:

"I'm fine... go back to sleep." 

And then I lay very still and kept my breathing at as even a rate as I could for what seemed like ages, until I was reasonably certain that she was sleeping soundly. It was 5:15 when I sneaked out of bed and went off to make my first coffee of the day – it was going to be another long one.

**

2.

The same dream, with variations, had haunted my sleep for the best part of three months and the stress from loss of sleep was definitely beginning to take its toll on me. 

After that fateful weekend, Jeanie left the house early and returned shortly afterwards with a Levonelle morning after pack. Without being aggressive about it, she persuaded me to examine it and to watch as she took it – just so that I could be certain that she had no intention of being pregnant from her one-night stand with Greg. Whether any of that made a real difference is open to question; she'd already told me that her period was due and, the following day, it arrived.

Naturally, I was relieved, and it eased the pressure off me for a little while; but then the realisation that she wanted me to give her the baby she craved began to eat away at me. It wasn't that Jeanie was putting any pressure on me – far from it. In fact, she tried to persuade me to forget all about such things for a few months and just concentrate on getting our relationship sorted out. She was, in fact, just about as loving and as considerate as any wife could be, even though the verbal barbs that I frequently threw at her were unnecessary, unkind and unjustified.

The nightmares began after a couple of weeks or so. They were always about the same thing – about me being unable to fulfil her need for a baby and Greg being ready and waiting in the wings to take over. I began to dread going to sleep at night; never knowing when the fearful dreams would invade my rest. I managed to convince myself – without any real evidence to support it – that a few drinks before bedtime would help to stave them off. Gradually, it began to exact a toll on me.

Although my job was just about as secure as it possibly could be, the fact that I was turning up for work every morning as if I was hungover (which I often was), almost incapable of doing anything useful for the first hour or two, and starting to wind down wearily nearly two hours before going home, was clearly having an impact on those I worked with.

Nor did it help that Mrs Watson, my efficient and conscientious personal assistant, had decided to take early retirement. In her place, I'd been landed with a complete 'bimbo' whose large tits had obviously been the deciding factor in her promotion because, to be honest, she had nothing else going for her. Oh, I'd better qualify that; she did have an encyclopaedic knowledge of soap operas and 'reality' TV programmes!

I was able to cope at work because I was in a position where I could delegate – I'd accumulated an excellent team around me, I knew their strengths and weaknesses – and all but a very small number of tasks could be passed on. Unfortunately, the downside was that I had too much time on my hands for thinking about non-work related matters. I mean, I knew exactly where Jeanie would be at almost any given moment of the day: moving the local museum and reference library to brand new and purpose-built premises was an enormous task. For Jeanie, in particular, it was exhausting because everything had to be examined and re-catalogued with a new computer programme; a programme which, as she often complained, had been selected by people who knew nothing about either computers or the reference library.

Occasionally, on a sunny day, I'd suggest meeting up in the park outside the new building for a sandwich and a coffee and, being Jeanie, she never refused. Even if I said that I was already there, she'd only say, 'give me five minutes' and, sure enough, she'd be there. Was I testing her? Well, I suppose I was in a way – but I never doubted that she'd be there. That wasn't a matter of real concern. What really bothered me, I guess, was the thought that she might still be keeping in touch with Greg.

It isn't that I believed she was but, knowing that she had his number, how could I possibly be sure that she wasn't phoning or texting him? 

Ridiculous? Of course it was. There was not the slightest reason to believe that Jeanie had ever been anything other than completely truthful – but facts have never been an adequate antidote for suspicions; which is why I checked through her texts and calls whenever I was able to get hold of her mobile phone without her knowing. And when there was nothing to be found there, did that help me? No... because I couldn't be sure that she hadn't deleted anything she wouldn't want me to see.

I knew I was being paranoid. I knew that I was being a complete dickhead. I just didn't seem to be able to help myself. And in the meantime, my wiseass comments weren't exactly helping things along. I lost count of the number of times I saw her beautiful face change from its natural mischievousness to barely-concealed pain. I knew that she was doing everything within her power to bring us back together – which was what I most wanted – so why the Hell was I apparently doing everything possible to drive a wedge between us?

**

3.

If you're sitting on top of a powder keg and you can't resist playing with matches... well, you should have a pretty good idea of what's likely to happen.

It was a Friday evening, and quite a special one for Jeanie. 

The new reference library had been officially opened by some local dignitary that afternoon and she'd been able to demonstrate how easy the new system was to use. The local newspaper had sent a photographer (who'd actually taken far more pics of Jeanie than he could have possibly used!); the girl reporter (who seemed to think she was a cross between Lois Lane and Nancy Drew) managed to ask a lot of carefully-prepared questions, to which Jeanie provided equally well-prepared answers.

I'd taken the afternoon off work to be with her for the ceremony, and I think she was grateful for my presence. Certainly, when one of the town councillors leaned in towards her to ask a really dumb question about the system – and managed to let his hand slip down from the small of her back to her ass while she was answering – it was a lot of fun to watch the way she casually straightened up, stepped back a fraction, and placed the very narrow heel of her shoe firmly on the man's toes. It was a long time since I'd watched her deal with unwanted attentions and, I have to admit, she was still pretty damned good at it! Even the apology for her clumsiness was really close to convincing.

Once the press disappeared, of course, the dignitaries soon followed. Most of them were content at having had a glass (or two) of cheap white wine and a sandwich, along with the opportunity to be seen in the pages of the local paper – if the photographer had taken any other pictures than the ones of my Jeanie, that is!

We were standing together as they all finally left – desperately trying to keep our faces straight as the gallant councillor hobbled down the steps of the new building and almost stumbled into the small fountain.

"Phew! Thank God that's over!" Jeanie sighed. "Months of work... by the whole department... and what do we get? We get a mayor who can't pronounce the name of the building properly, an ugly councillor who tries to grab a feel of my ass and a photographer who asks if I'd be interested in earning extra cash for some 'artistic' poses!"

"Did you....?"

"Mark! Do not even think of going there!" she growled and then, seeing the grin on my face, muttered "You bastard! By the way... did you get any of the sandwiches or...?"

"You must be kidding!" I replied with feeling, "What? Get anywhere near to an open buffet when our town councillors are out in force?"

""That's what I thought!" she said, "That's why there's a tray of them hidden on the top shelf of the Medieval History section. The staff are just getting into them now if you're interested?"

I couldn't help laughing. Without even looking I was certain that the very best of the buffet would be on that tray. "No... I don't think so," I said, "I was thinking more of heading for a movie and a meal somewhere if you fancy it?"

"That sounds good!" she almost purred, "As long I don't have to go home and change...?"

"Chinese?"

"Perfect! Look... I can't leave early. We've got to tidy everything up and leave the place ready to open properly on Monday. I mean, you can hang around and wait if you like...."

"No... I'd only get in everyone's way," I answered, "I've got a couple of things to do... I'll meet you here in... what... about an hour?"

"Make it an hour and a half," she smiled and then, "Mark? Thanks for being here today. I really do appreciate it, Love."

So I wandered off, wondering how I was going to spend the next 90 minutes (I really didn't have anything to do!) and congratulating myself on having managed to behave myself so surprisingly well!

Many of the shops were closing down for the day as I wandered around the narrow streets near the centre of the town, while those that catered for the evening trade were just opening up. Freed from the boring, repetitive grind of their jobs, young office workers were invading the bars and planning the revels to come over the following two days and nights. Overheard snatches of conversation made it sound as if Clark Kent's transformation to Superman was as nothing compared to the instant conversion of weekday worriers into weekend warriors! There was a sense of optimistic freedom that was invigorating and I realised that, twenty years earlier, I was probably planning and hoping for exactly the same kind of excesses that many of these youngsters were now.

It made me smile, and I wanted to share the mood with Jeanie – but then it occurred to me that she was really part of this young generation; that she had sacrificed this kind of freedom; this fun and the sheer hedonism of youth, in order to spend her life with me. It was her choice, I knew that – but it still gave me a twinge of guilt and my mood had become a good deal more sombre when I returned to meet her at the library.

The movie we chose was (allegedly!) a comedy. It was one of those that are filled with contrived situations, poor dialogue, extraordinary facial expressions, and a lot of special effects. It passed the time.

I think we were both glad when it was over, to be honest – although Jeanie did laugh a few times at things I just didn't get. It was dark by the time we came out and there was a very cool breeze that made both of us regret not having brought coats with us. I drove us, however, to a small Chinese restaurant that we'd been to a couple of times before, although not for quite some time.

Remember what I said about a powder keg? Well, we'd finally reached it – and I was the one with the matches. I was still feeling uncomfortable about my 'guilt-trip' over Jeanie's youth (no matter how ridiculous that may have been), I was disappointed with the movie (as well as concerned about jokes that only one of us 'got' – a generational thing, perhaps?) and then we had to wait the best part of half an hour for a table. But the really big mistake came, quite innocently, with what we ordered.

Until the first course arrived our conversation had been okay, if not exactly sparkling but, as it was a chilly night, we'd both decided to begin with the cream of tomato soup.

As ever, it arrived with a thick swirl of fresh, white cream across the surface and, without even pausing to engage my brain to any degree whatsoever, I stared at it, looked at Jeanie, then looked down at the bowl again, and said:

"Oh... that reminds me. Heard anything from Greg lately?"

There was a silence. It was almost as if the silence permeated the entire restaurant, even though that wasn't possible. I realised what I'd said and wished that I'd been able to keep my big, stupid mouth shut – but I hadn't! I didn't even have the courage to look up at Jeanie. I wanted to tell her that it was a stupid, cheap shot – that it was pathetic, it was cowardly, it was totally unnecessary and it was very cold and wet...? Errm... no! Actually, it was me who was extremely cold and wet and it took me a moment or two to realise that it was because Jeanie had risen to her feet, lifted the jug of iced water and poured it all over me!

By the time I regained my wits and realised what was happening (everyone in the restaurant was, of course, silently staring at me!), Jeanie was already half way out the door!

**

4.

I chucked a fifty on the table as I gave the most profuse, yet vague, apologies imaginable. And then I squelched across the carpet – with heaven only knows how many people watching me - in pursuit of my wife. 

I couldn't see her when I first stepped out into the carpark but, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised that she was leaning – arms folded aggressively – against the passenger door of my car. 

"For God's sake... open it!" she said as I approached, "its bloody freezing!"

I pressed the remote locking device, barely registering the fact that she was complaining about being cold when I was the one who'd just had iced water thrown over me!

"Jeanie... I was...."

"Just take us home, Mark," she said wearily as she slumped into the car, "just take us home."

It was one of those times when I wished I'd taken up the option of leather for the car's interior because, as soon as I got behind the wheel, I could feel the water trickling down from every direction towards the place where I sat. As soon as I started the engine I had to switch on the air-con because the windows started to mist up right away – and I couldn't tell whether Jeanie was suppressing a sneeze or a giggle. And then, when I pulled into our driveway some twenty minutes later, she was out of the car and unlocking the front door almost before I'd turned the engine off. I heard doors slam and saw lights go on and off and, in all honesty, I thought I was in for a very unpleasant evening.

If you're sitting on top of a powder keg and you can't resist playing with matches, I thought... well, you should keep an eye out for anyone with jugs of water! I was shivering when I went into the hallway and Jeanie was waiting for me. Without a word, she handed me a large, warm towel then turned and headed for the living room. Almost as an afterthought, she called out, "You need a shower. There's a clean pair of pyjamas on the radiator in the bathroom."

A little while later, feeling both contrite and stupid, I returned to the living room, fully expecting to receive both barrels of a fierce rebuke. But Jeanie just looked at me – rather pityingly, to be honest – and said; "Well... how do you feel now?"

"Hungry," I replied, without even thinking, and I saw the twitch of her lips that showed she was trying not to smile at the entirely truthful response.

She gave a deep sigh of resignation and told me: "Okay... we can probably cobble together a salad from what we've got in the fridge. But I'm telling you, Mark... after that, we've got to have a serious talk; a real one... no holding back... okay?"

"Errm... yeah, I guess so," I replied with such an obvious lack of enthusiasm that she could tell I was likely to push the more important things to one side if I got the chance.

"I mean it, Love!" she said fiercely, "I can't go on like this... we can't! I don't even know how you feel about me any more... I don't know if you want me with you or...."

"Of course I do!" I almost shouted and then, when my raised voice caused her silence, added; "Except...."

"Except?" she echoed, and I swear that her face visibly paled, "Except?" she repeated.

"Except when you've got a jug of fucking cold water in your hands!" I told her.

There was a long silence while I waited to see whether or not I'd completely misjudged the moment - after all, my stupid mouth had already caused enough trouble for one night – but I saw the slow smile begin to spread across her face and knew it would be alright. This time. For the moment.




The Game Ch. 03



Strangely enough, we both seemed to relax as we prepared the salad. Jeanie made a couple of fairly suggestive remarks as she dealt with the cucumber; I said something about the size of the pickled onions and, when I squeezed out what was left of the mayonnaise onto the greens, we looked at each other and grinned until Jeanie pointed her knife at me and laughed: "Don't even think of saying anything!"

It felt good. There was pleasant banter that we both enjoyed. Obviously, it wasn't anything like what we'd been used to a few months earlier, but it was a small step along the way – helped, no doubt, by the fact that we were well into a second bottle of Riesling. Okay, the salad wasn't quite as good as the Chinese meal we'd been looking forward to but, washed down with the wine, it filled us enough and, as we ate, we began to talk. I wasn't sure that I really wanted to, but Jeanie was determined to take charge.

"Okay," she said as she finally pushed her plate aside, "I've some questions I want to ask. I don't want instant responses... I want you to really think about them before you answer. And I don't want you getting in a huff and storming off somewhere. Our Marriage is at a crossroads... like it or not... and we've got to decide where it's going."

I managed to put it off for a few more moments while I opened another bottle of wine, refilled my glass and topped her up, but then she said;

"Okay, Mark... first question; I'm your wife, I love you more than anything on earth, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you... do you feel the same?"

"I can pretend to think it if you like," I answered, noting that my words had a hint of slurring to them, "but the fact is that you're everything I could ever want...."

"And can you forgive me for what happened? Please, Love... don't just answer... think about it."

"Jeanie... I don't have to forgive you," I said, "I have to try to forgive myself. It was me who put you in that situation. It never would have happened if I hadn't got myself tied up in that fantasy... if I hadn't pushed you into taking it so far."

"So... how do you feel about it now?" she asked very quietly, "Please... be completely honest with me... I need to know."

"That's the part I'm struggling with," I admitted, noticing again that my words were being affected by the alcohol, "I mean... in all honesty... when I think of you with him... when I remember all you told me... it still turns me on. At the same time, I feel incredibly jealous and... well... angry... and... oh, I don't know... confused, I suppose."

There was a long silence then as we both tried to absorb what had been said. I refilled my glass again, barely noticing that Jeanie had taken no more than a sip from hers.

"So... we still love each other," Jeanie began to summarise, "and we still want to be together. The fantasy we enjoyed was fine... but the reality didn't turn out to be what we wanted it to be. And our problem is that what happened that night is still hanging over us."

"Plus the thought of a baby...." I began

"No! Let's leave that out of it for now," she insisted, "our marriage is the first concern. Between us, we've put it risk and we have to find a way to sort it out. We... or maybe I... used Greg as a pawn in our game – d'you remember me saying that? Only, the pawn tried to capture the queen and the king is left to suffer."

"Errm... what?" I said, no longer able to follow what she was saying.

"It's there all the time," she mused, "like Banquo's ghost...."

"Who?"

"Sorry, Love," she suddenly smiled, "I'm just thinking about how we can exorcise it."

It was all too much for me. I suddenly realised that the third bottle was empty and that my eyelids were closing.

"You're tired," she said, which was generous of her, really, because she could have easily said I was drunk and I wouldn't have been able to argue. "Look... you go on up to bed. I'll just clear up here and I want a bit of time alone to think this through."

I didn't argue. I wearily made my way to the bathroom. I heard Jeanie rummaging around in our wardrobe, but it didn't seem important and, by the time I reached the bedroom, I could hear that she'd returned to the kitchen and was tidying the place up. Without feeling any pain, I slid between the covers and was asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

**

5.

It was mid-morning although it didn't look it. The feeble light from a grey and miserable day barely penetrated the curtains and the bedroom was still pretty dark when I opened my eyes.

To begin with, I was in one of those states where you're not certain whether you're awake or still asleep, and not sure which will be the best choice. Wearily, I stretched my body a little and, automatically, reached out to the other side of the bed to touch my wife; but she wasn't there. For a moment or two, I listened for any signs of activity in the rest of our home, wondering if she'd risen early and was making breakfast, but there wasn't a sound to be heard.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of panic begin to rise with the thought that I was having some new variation on the familiar nightmare; then I tried to recall the events of the night before, wondering if I'd said something really stupid to upset her again but, even though my recollections were hazy, I couldn't think of anything to justify the very obvious fact that her side of the bed had not been slept on.

Where was she? What was happening? Without wanting it to sound too urgent, I gently called her name – but there was no response. Once again, as I eased my legs out of bed, I called out 'Jeanie' and this time I heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. I don't know why, but the sound, and the absence of a vocal response, made me feel nervous so that, as I stood up, I called out: "Jeanie... is that you?"

The last word was still hanging in the air as the door opened and Jeanie stepped inside, leaning back to close it behind her. I felt my jaw drop as I saw her standing there, saw what she was wearing, and heard her softly say: "Yes... it's me, Greg. I'm here!"

Greg? What the hell was going on? Had she flipped? Or was it me?

But before I had any chance to think about it she stepped away from the door towards me. I think my mouth may have opened and closed a few times – a bit like a goldfish – as we stood there and just looked at one another. Her hands appeared to tremble a little bit as they reached up to the top button of the white blouse, but they seemed to have no trouble with the unfastening of them until, as the final one came undone, she whispered; "We both know what we're here for, don't we, Greg?" Then she gave a gentle shrug of her shoulders and the blouse slid down over her arms and onto the floor.

I didn't even dare to breathe. I didn't have a clue what was happening, but Jeanie reached forward and took hold of my hands and, with a touch as soft as a summer breeze, caressed my lips with hers. It was so brief, so tantalising and yet, somehow, it seemed to send an incredible shudder of desire coursing through my veins. We kissed again... and then again; much deeper and longer kisses this time and I felt Jeanie's fingers begin to undo the buttons of my pyjama top. She managed the first two – with difficulty – and I quickly unfastened the others myself as she pressed her lips to the hairs on my chest and kissed me gently.

There was no thought at all as I reached around her and unhooked her bra – it was as if my hands were acting independently of my brain – and as soon as I slipped it off her arms she pressed herself close to me, murmuring: "Oh, yes, Greg... I love the feel of a hairy chest against my tits."

I know that's what she said, but I barely heard her. I was feeling the warmth of her body against mine; feeling her small breasts flattening against my chest and I was becoming almost unnaturally aroused. I kissed her, again and again, before moving my lips down her breasts and carefully drawing one of her rigid nipples into my mouth. I heard her moan, heard her murmur Greg's name again – but it didn't seem to matter as I squeezed and fondled her tits and sucked eagerly on her nipples.

We were on the bed. I don't even remember how we got there, but that's where we were and Jeanie was spreading her legs wide and gently pushing my head downwards, lifting the short, lemon-coloured skirt to reveal the nakedness beneath it, then guiding me until my lips touched her vulva and she shuddered with delight. 

"Oh God!" she groaned, "Oh yes! Lick me Greg!"

I didn't understand why she was calling me 'Greg' and I didn't have either the time or the inclination to wonder about it. Was she indulging a fantasy – turning herself on with the memory of what had happened that night? What did I care when my lips and my tongue were eagerly enjoying the wonderful taste of her? I ran my tongue slowly along the soft flesh of her labia, from bottom to top on one side, barely pausing to flick the tip across the tiny button, then slowly down the other side as she quivered from the contact and I relished the faint but distinct tremor from her thighs.

Before long, she began to push her hips towards me with ever greater urgency and I felt her hand press against the back of my head. She was writhing against my tongue as I began to probe her entrance with it - and then her legs were trembling when my lips closed on her clitoris and began to suck on it very gently. I could feel all the familiar signs of her approach to orgasm, so I moved my lips away from there and just forced my tongue a little way into her entrance as she groaned loudly at being deprived of her climax and cried: "Oh... Greg! That is so-oo good! You are so good at that! Oh... yes, Greg! Oh, God... yes!"

My fingers slipped beneath her, cupping the firm orbs of her ass while my thumbs carefully held her soft, wet pussy lips apart and, for the first time since I'd begun doing this, I looked up. I couldn't even recognise the beautiful female who lay on the bed – the gorgeous young blonde with the small firm tits, the flat stomach and the bunched-up yellow skirt.

Once again I flicked the tip of tongue over her labia, feeling that all my senses were alive as I tasted the juices that were now flowing quite freely and breathed in their piquant aroma; watching the pulses of the flesh that I could feel convulsing against my fingers and thumbs, and hearing the moans of pleasure that each touch of my tongue produced.

"Oh, God! Don't tease me, Greg... please...." She whimpered and then, louder, she pleaded, "Please, Greg... please!"

And even before that plaintive appeal had died away I had moved up between her legs, my trousers discarded and a rigid erection finding its way unerringly towards its target. My arms moved around her and I heard her gasp as the tip of my cock touched her entrance and, almost immediately, began to nudge its way forward. Her eyes flew open, as if in total shock, as the head of it penetrated her and continued to push its way relentlessly into her insides. And then, sure of myself, I thrust forward and buried myself in her completely. I heard her screech from the shock of it and then, with a loud sigh, her arms and legs wrapped themselves around me and she muttered:

"Oh, yes! Oh... ye-sss, Greg! Do it... come on... fuck me, Greg. Fuck me!"

I wanted to make it last, to make it special both for myself and this beautiful young woman; but she made it clear that slow and gentle wasn't what she wanted. Her pelvis ground into me as she raised her hips off the surface of the bed; my face was showered with near-desperate kisses and her hands reached down to my hips and showed me the pace of thrusting she wanted until, after no more than a couple of minutes or so, she suddenly arched her back and almost screeched; "Yes! Yes! Go on, Greg! Christ... don't stop... fuck me, Greg! Fuck me... fuck me-eee!"

Her body shuddered and quivered helplessly beneath me, her eyes were wide as if in shock and her mouth hung open to gasp for air as her screams became silent and I felt the heat of the juices that streamed from her, bathing my groin in their warmth; and suddenly fucking her was all that mattered to me. When she whispered the name Greg, it was almost as if I recognised myself in the name and, when she clung to me, I pounded my cock into her as hard and as fast I could until, taken completely by surprise, I felt my own convulsions begin. There was fire flowing through me – that's what it felt like – and the feeling could not be resisted. 

Without any thought at all I rammed my throbbing erection as far into the gorgeous blonde as I possibly could and roared at the thrill of the prodigious spasms that engulfed me as I took complete and total possession of the bewitching beauty who could only cling to me helplessly as I emptied myself deep inside her.

I heard her gasps, sounding almost fearful, as I finally fell on top of her feeling utterly drained. And then I heard her voice – the voice of my own sweet and wonderful Jeanie – saying; "I love you... I love you, Mark! I love you... I love you... I love you!" 

And then, despite our weariness, we were kissing each other frantically, laughing while the tears – which probably had too many motives to be counted – flowed helplessly down both our faces.

**

6.

The bedclothes felt damp; damp from sweat and damp with the juices from our lovemaking, but neither of us cared. We lay entwined in each other's arms and lost in our thoughts.

"So when did you decide that you were going to do this?" I asked.

"Last night... when we were talking. When I was getting tipsy and you were getting pissed!" she laughed. "I think it was all that talk about pawns and kings and queens... or maybe it was just about playing a game... or perhaps it was the idea of laying a ghost... figuratively speaking!"

"Errm... I'm not sure...."

"No, neither am I. It was just one of those instinctive things, y'know? While you were in the bathroom, I went to the wardrobe and hauled out the blouse and skirt I wore that night... I haven't worn them since and I'd actually thought of throwing them out... because I had this sort of vague idea that we needed to reclaim the fantasy for ourselves and that the best way to do that was to let you annexe the role that Greg had taken."

"Did I ever tell you that you're very clever as well as very beautiful?" I asked

"Yep! You said something like that the first time you persuaded me into your bed! Anyway... I got dressed up... but when I went to go into our room I could hear you snoring!"

"I don't snore!" I protested, "I just breathe very deeply when I'm asleep!"

"You were snoring," she laughed, "Real window-rattlers! So, I knew it wouldn't work if I woke you out of a deep sleep... so I decided to wait."

"But... where...?"

"...In the other room; working out when it might be best to make a grand entrance! I was sat in the bed in there for ages... dressed in that outfit... wondering if I was doing the right thing. Y'know?"

"But you must've been worn out..."

"Well... yeah. Eventually I sat upright on top of the bed, with all the pillows I could find to prop me up... and that's how I woke up!"

"Honestly? When was that?" I asked.

"When I heard you call my name! To begin with, I was afraid you were having one of your nightmares again. So I leapt off the bed ... and I heard you call me again, so I came rushing into the bedroom.

"It was only when I was opening the bedroom door that I remembered what I was wearing!"

"You'd forgotten?"

"Well... I'd only just woken up," she explained, "To be honest, in the cold light of day, it suddenly seemed an even more risky strategy than it had the night before. If I'd had time to think, there's a good chance that I'd have backed out of it.

"But you didn't," I said gently, stroking up and down her spine with my fingertips. "So... just to help a mere male try to understand what seems to have been a phenomenal piece of feminine... errm... whatsit... what, exactly was the 'strategy' as you saw it?"

"Oh, dear! It'll probably sound ridiculous now; a bit crazy, even!" she said thoughtfully, "but what I wanted was for you to... sort of... become him. Just for long enough that you'd be able to reclaim the fantasy for yourself... for us!

"I don't know whether any of that makes... well, y'know... makes any kind of...."

"Jeanie... it doesn't make any sense whatsoever," I whispered in her ear, "But the fact is that it worked. You were absolutely astounding! For a little while, I actually 'became' Greg... in my mind, at least. And I've got to tell you, Jeanie, if that's what it was like for him... he's going to be searching high and low for you! Not only that... but if that was the way you reacted... then, well, it scares me to think that he's only a phone call away."

"Oh... my poor love," she said, raising herself up on one elbow, "there are still things you need to know."

I barely had time to register the thought 'Oh, God... what now?' before she leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Firstly... it wasn't quite like that with Greg. D'you know why?" she asked and, before I could answer, went on; "I'll tell you!

"With Greg, most of the excitement came from the unknown... from venturing into the forbidden, stepping outside the lines of convention if you like... every bit as much as it came from the physical side."

"But, you said...."

"Yes... and I told you the truth. I had an incredible night with him. I enjoyed it... I'll never deny that and it's unlikely that I'll be able to completely forget it. But it was... how can I explain... it was 'of the moment;' does that make any sense?

"I was playing 'the game.' I was gathering fuel for the fantasy and got completely carried away. No excuses, Love... I should have had enough control to at least have stopped him from cumming in me... but I'd never been in that situation before... and I didn't. I knew I'd betrayed you... knew how much it was going to hurt you... and you'll never know how tempted I was to just clean up and say nothing about that. It would have been so much easier to just lie to you."

"I'm glad you didn't, Jeanie," I told her, "however much it may have stung at the time, it...."

"There was another difference as well, Love," she interrupted, and kissed me again, "For Greg, I was just a notch on his bedpost... just a conquest. I'm willing to bet that he now thinks of me as the hot little blonde wife he met at the conference... the one he took back to his room and shagged to a standstill!"

"Jeanie!" I gasped, half-shocked, half-amused.

"Well, that's probably how he'll describe it to his pals," she said with a dismissive gesture. Anyway... no matter how much we might delve into fantasy, there will always be a real difference... a very big difference... between his lust and your love!"

I didn't trust myself to speak. I felt so filled with love for my beautiful wife that it threatened to overflow.

"Anyway..." she suddenly grinned, "there's another huge difference between that night and this morning!" And then, having paused just long enough for dramatic effect, she said: "The fact is that I think I'm far randier when I'm ovulating. I wasn't that night... but today...."

"Jeanie!" I gasped, not sure whether to be pleased or chilled to the bone, "You mean...?"

"That's right!" she beamed widely and then, after planting a real smacker of a kiss on my face, she said: "Exactly, you wicked man! You've taken advantage of a poor, innocent...."

"Innocent?" I almost choked in mock-horror.

"Pray, sirrah," she responded, trying and failing to look either hurt or offended, "I must beg you to exercise a little self-control!"

"Why didn't you suggest that before I started putting you up the duff?" I replied, and added a mildly sarcastic, "Milady!" At which point we both started to laugh like a couple of carefree kids.




The Game Ch. 03



"Anyway... we don't know that I am yet, she said eventually and, as I began to nod my agreement, she went on, "However... if you'd like to make sure...?"

She was already starting to move across me as she spoke, and I muttered in protest:

"Jeanie! It's only just over half an hour... I mean... I'm not a young man anymore, y'know?"

"Hmm... there seems to be a part of you that doesn't agree," she smiled as she gently ground her pubic bone against my rapidly hardening cock.

"I need vitamin tablets! I need a blood transfusion! I need... tell you what," I teased, "Why don't you call...?"

"Not possible!" she said firmly and, when I raised my eyebrows questioningly, she explained:

"A white lie... a really tiny one... he gave me his card with his number on... but I left it in the rubbish in the... OWWW!! That hurt!" she declared, pausing to rub the buttock I'd just slapped much harder than I'd intended to.

"Then don't tell me any more lies... white or otherwise," I said, trying to maintain a stern expression.

"Hmmph! The moon is made of green cheese!" she stated, smiling even though her eyes were watering from the stinging smack, and then; "Would you mind doing the other one... I was taught to turn the other cheek!"

I smiled, told her I'd save it for another time and then, after she'd kissed me rather more fiercely than I'd expected and carefully manoeuvred herself into position, I reached up to gently tweak her nipples and said:

"So... is my Jeanie back in the bottle?"

"Oh, yes!" she sighed, "Firmly back in... and with the stopper in place."

"Hmm... for how long?" I mused.

"For as long as YOU want me to be," she said, and the conversation ended in a delighted gasp from both of us as I felt myself ease into the perfection of my beautiful wife.



The Game Ch. 03



Meeting Daniel for the first time was a real shock. I had just come on shift and Shaun sent me upstairs to get him down for breakfast. The bastard hadn't given me any warning at all, and I had asked. All I knew was that he was a patient of Professor Bowen. I had read his medical notes of course, I always make sure I do that thoroughly so that I know what to expect... but they never tell you anything about the person themselves.

So, although I knew his blood group, his baseline heart rate, his height, weight and eye colour I had no idea of who, as a person, Daniel was. From the notes, it seems that neither does he.

I was about to knock on the bathroom door when it opened and I found myself looking into the face of an angel. I have never seen anyone so beautiful in all my life. For a moment I was completely taken aback and I had to tear my eyes away or I would have made a complete fool of myself. As it was I had to hang my head, hiding behind my hair until, with something of a struggle I managed to regain my composure.

He was just watching me, the strangest expression on his face, and I was almost swept away by a wave of ... something. He is so childlike, so open... and I knew it was only his condition, the fact that he had no idea who he was making him peculiarly vulnerable but.... it was... he made my heart beat fast. His eyes were the most amazing shade of green, they sparkled and, although I recognised the absence of expression that characterised patients who were on strong meds there was something more, something behind the drugs that made my heart beat even faster.

My first words to Shaun when I got back downstairs were "You bastard." He grinned. "Why didn't you warn me?"

"Warn you about what?"

"You know what. Fuck... he's incredible."

"Tell me about it. I had something of a shock myself this morning. Damn nearly got into that bed with him and to hell with professionalism."

"Shaun! Behave yourself."

"I'm trying, I'm trying but I have to say I can't guarantee I'm going to be able to keep my hands off him for long. Just as well I'm not doing night shift for a while." He looked thoughtful. "Although.... I might just see if I can swap...."

"Don't you dare!" I think he was joking.... with Shaun it was never possible to be entirely sure. He laughed. 

"Don't worry. I won't rape him. Seduce him maybe.... " He winked. "Feel free to compete."

"I am not going to compete with you to seduce a patient, no matter how cute he is.... and for the record that would be fuck off cute. No... actually he isn't cute.... he is beautiful, not cute. Anyway, I am not going to compete with you to seduce him. Whatever else he might be he's a patient. He's ill and vulnerable and if I ever find out...."

"Lily.... I'm teasing you. I would never do anything like that. I hope you know me well enough by now to know I wouldn't."

"I think I do but you have the strangest sense of humour sometimes... I am never quite sure."

He grinned. "Well you can be sure about this, never fear. I would never do anything to hurt a patient.... not unless he really wants me to."

This time I had to smile, he cracks me up sometimes does Shaun. I could hear Daniel moving about upstairs and I just couldn't get my heart to stop thumping at the thought that any minute he would be walking down the stairs and I would get another look at those incredible eyes, that crazy hair, that angel face. Stop it Lily, this is getting dangerous. Concentrate on the bacon.

When I heard him walk in I deliberately didn't look up, struggling with my racing heart. I sensed him hovering in the doorway, almost felt his uncertainty but left it to Shaun to call him in.

"Hey there. Come, sit down. Do you want coffee?"

"Coffee?"

I couldn't help but to turn around at the hesitant uncertainty in his voice. He was frowning, it made him look even more beautiful, set his full lips into a pout that made me suddenly wonder what they would feel like to kiss. Hastily I brushed crumbs from my skirt using the activity to cover my confusion. I walked to the cupboard and took down a mug.

"Would you prefer tea?"

"Tea? I.... no... no coffee I think."

"How would you like it?"

"In a mug?"

I almost laughed until I realised he wasn't joking, and I turned it into a slightly strangled smile. "No, I mean do you want it strong or weak, with milk... sugar?"

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with long fingers. "I...um.... I don't.... know."

"Don't worry. I'll make it, you taste it and if I need to I'll change it."

He took the mug, smiling uncertainly at me. I know the look, he was struggling to comprehend what was going on around him... they are always like that to begin with... some of them never get past it. Some of the patients that move through our hands just sink deeper and, in the end have to go back to the hospital. We never see them again. I hoped that Daniel wasn't going to be one of those. Most of them move on though. I have always been proud of that. There are several community care houses like ours in the area and we have by far the best reputation for patients moving on, back to the real world. Not that I have always agreed with Professor Bowen that they were ready to move on... but hey, I am only a lowly care assistant, who am I to say?

After taking a sip Daniel's face screwed up. "I don't like it."

"What don't you like?" I took the mug from his hand and tipped it into the sink. 

"It's sweet."

"No sugar then?" He nodded.

"And... I don't think I like the milk."

"Okay, no sugar, no milk. Just plain black coffee. Was it strong enough?" He thought for a moment and then shook his head.

This time when he sipped the coffee, which to me looked like a cup of hot mud, he sighed with pleasure and drank deeply.

"Great, we have the coffee sorted. What about breakfast? Are you hungry?"

After thinking for a moment he shook his head.

"You must be. You haven't eaten for a while, at least two days."

He looked confused and his eyes were losing focus. "You'll feel better if you eat, not so spaced out. Your meds are hitting you hard because they have landed in an empty stomach. How about a bacon sandwich?"

Daniel stared at me as though he had no idea what I was saying; he probably didn't. For some reason it made me feel strangely disturbed to see him sinking. He had been asleep for so long and of course we had been told not to wake him so his meds had pretty much worn off and now they were gripping him again and knocking him right off is feet.

When I gave him his sandwich he stared at it as if he didn't know what to do with it. Fortunately we were used to patients and their meds and Shaun showed him how to eat it. He clearly enjoyed it once he got started, and afterwards he did look better, less spaced out, but he still needed Shaun to show him how to walk out to the garden and almost immediately fell asleep on a chair in the sun.

"Are you still thinking about seducing him?"

I looked up from my coffee cup and grinned at him. "I wasn't actually, but now you come to mention it...."

"I wouldn't bother. You may as well go get a blow up doll. He's way out of it."

"Yeah. That surprises me."

"Why?"

"If it's his memory that is the problem then how does drugging him senseless help to bring it back?"

"I don't know but I'm not a doctor."

"And of course the doctors always know what they are doing. They always get it right."

"No they don't always get it right, but Professor Bowen usually does and in any event it is not for us to question."

"I know. And I'm not."

"I know you Lily."

"Yeah.... you do... too well."

The game goes on. Like chess when you lose a major piece you still keep fighting. Until the king goes down there is always a chance. But what do you do when the king disappears and you have no idea where to look? And what do you do when the king doesn't even realise he's the king so he can't help you find him and when he happens to be your best friend in the whole world and you know him better than you know yourself and you know that he is going to be lost and frightened and confused, and maybe he is being hurt and you can't even bear to think about it and no one seems to care and....?

You play the game. It was the game that put him in danger in the first place so it has to be the game that saves him. Play by the rules, play to win, and maybe, just maybe it will all be alright in the end.

Annie is good at playing the game. She has taken to it naturally. She has an idea that she has played before. Clues came in many ways, mostly in dreams and visions, and she kept them all in a small pink notebook which never leaves her sight. She keeps her mind constantly open, constantly switched on. It makes it difficult for the others, having to constantly screen her, constantly protect her from interference, and from the other side. She tells them it is because clues come at all times, from all directions, but really it is because she is still looking for Adam, still hoping that she will pick something up but he is closed down and that makes her more afraid than anything else.

She thinks about him all the time. She knows there have been others who have gone missing, others who are being used as pawns, who are being held against their will but she can't quite care about them as much as she does about him. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he is the end player. She isn't even sure that she quite understands what that is. It is only because he is Adam. How could she care about any of the others when they aren't Adam?

The professor was right. The drugs have begun to lose their grip, or at least I am getting used to the way they make me feel and to compensate for them. I have no idea how long I have been here, I am still pretty hazy about where 'here' is, but I am beginning to make the connection between what is me and what is going on around me. I am beginning to understand.

There are four others here. They are never here together, they take it in turns. They say they are here to take care of me but I think they are here to watch me, although that may have something to do with the paranoia they say that I have. I like Shaun and Lily the best, they make me laugh. Alex and Ben are okay but they treat me like I am five years old sometimes. Okay, there are times when I feel like I am a child, when I am confused and afraid and detached from everything and I have to be told what to do but I am not a child.

As I have become more aware of what is going on I have taken more of a part in the daily life of the house. I have my chores and I carry them out diligently... mostly. Sometimes I forget....well I often forget... and sometimes I just can't find the energy. Most of them are understanding because they know that I do what I can but Ben gets angry with me when I forget and it is getting harder and harder not to respond angrily.

I am not allowed to use the computer and it frustrates me no end. I don't know what they think I am going to do with it. I am good with computers. I don't know how I know I am but I do. Sometimes they go off to do something and leave it on. The temptation to just sit and let my fingers take me where they will, is strong but there is something that holds me back and I have learned to listen to that silent voice.

There is a time, about four in the morning when I am about as close as I get to being free of the effects of the drugs and able to think. Strangely that is the time when I get as close as I ever do to remembering things. Shaun has been teaching me exercises for calming and centering myself and opening my mind to memories. They are not working very well yet but this morning as I lie in the dark and let my mind relax I feel something tugging at the edges of my consciousness, a feeling of unease. 

There has been a tiny voice locked away in the corner of my mind the whole time I have been here, the whole time I have been aware. It whispers to me sometimes, warns me that there are things I shouldn't say, things I shouldn't reveal. This morning it is whispering urgently but I can't understand what it is saying. It has something to do with not letting anyone know that I am getting clearer, that it is not safe to reveal to anyone that I am getting close to memories. Am I?

There is a sharp pain in my head. I almost groan aloud but bite my lip. Why does it hurt when I get close to remembering? It seems as though there is something in my head that opens up and it hurts like hell. I'm almost sure that is not supposed to happen, but I am not going to talk to anyone about it.

I gasp as something lances into my mind like an arrow, making sparks appear behind my closed eyes. This time I can't help but groan aloud. Through the pain a thought drops into my mind. Annie's looking for me. Annie? Who's Annie? I am swept with a wave of something that feels like excitement and it seems that I am surrounded by faces, all looking at me, all expecting something from me and I.... I.... can .... I can..... Aw!!! It hurts too much. I can't hold on to the thought... the memory.

Breathing deeply, as Shaun has taught me I let my mind relax, releasing the images, the feelings, the burning desire to push, to press, to hold on at all costs. I have a headache now, it is throbbing behind my eyes, at my temples. It is hard to ignore. I am about to give up when something floats up through the soup and a face pops into my head. It is a girl. She is very pretty, she is smiling at me. I follow the face back and there she is, holding my hand, leading me through a meadow towards a river where there is a picnic laid out on the banks.

I remember that day. It was so peaceful, away from the... from the.... away from everything. Annie is like a cool flannel on a fevered brow, she eases my mind, she makes me laugh, she makes everything alright. That day there was a haze over the water and fireflies buzzing around us as we ate and drank champagne and played in the grass and the water like children. That was a good day.

I am panting as though I have been running. I am bathed in sweat and shaking. But I remembered. I remembered a whole day, and I remembered Annie. Is she my girlfriend? Where is she now? Is she looking for me? Is she worried about me? No. It doesn't feel right? The memory of that day was full of fun, not romance. For some reason the thought that Annie might be my girlfriend feels all wrong... too wrong. Is she my sister?

Nausea sweeps through me and I gag. It is a struggle to keep my stomach in the right place. My headache is worse and I can't follow that thought any further. It is pleasant to lie and remember the warmth of the sun on my face, the sharp tang of champagne on my tongue the joy of companionship in my heart, the hand in my hand.... I fall asleep to the sound of water rippling.

I am shaken roughly awake at eight o clock by Ben who slams my meds and the glass of water down on the table so hard the water splashes over the table, over the notebook I keep there, where I am supposed to write down any memories that surface, it is noticeably empty. The headache is still there and I squint at him.

"Get you're arse down stairs pretty boy. It's your turn to make breakfast and the Proff is coming to see you later, so don't take your time."

He is standing with his hands on his hips and staring at me as if he expects something of me. I am confused... nothing new there.

"Well, get on with it."

"With what?"

"Take your meds. You know I am not allowed to leave until I see you do it."

"Do I?"

"Well you do now. Get on with it."

Surprised by his aggressive manner I sit up and pick up the pills. My fingers are stiff and I drop one. Ben tutts in exasperation. "Well....."

"Well what?"

"Well get it. Come on, I don't have all day. I have paperwork to do and Alex won't be here until after lunch."

My head is pounding and I am getting annoyed with the attitude. I am half inclined to refuse. If there is only Ben what is he going to do if I refuse to get up? He must see the flash of rebellion in my face and shakes his head.

"Don't start. Take your fucking pills and get the hell out of bed."

I literally bite my lip as I slide out of bed and rummage on the floor for the lost pill. Fortunately I find it very quickly because I don't think I can hold my temper if he keeps on at me. The headache is making me irritable and no one here has seen my temper yet. It is rarely loosed but when it is.... I stop and freeze, the pain in my head paralysing me. I remember what I'm like when I lose my temper... but I don't remember a time when I have.

"Alright, alright.... get on with it."

Struggling with a pain I am not about to admit to I throw the pills into my mouth and almost choke on the water. With an irritated sigh he turns and stalks out. It is such a relief to be on my own. I sit down on the floor and take my head in my hands. Slowly the pain recedes to a level where I can get to my feet and stumble to the bathroom. I get in the shower and the caress of the water has never felt so good.

Gradually my aching head eases, the tension in my body releasing. I lose all track of time and I am genuinely shocked when Ben storms into the bathroom and flings open the door of the shower, throwing a towel at me.

"Get the hell out of there. I told you to hurry up. I am busy today and you have to get breakfast out of the way before the Proff comes."

"If you're so eager to get it done, do it yourself."

He stares at me. I have never spoken like that to any of them before, maybe I should do it more often. He stares.

"Just don't be long."

He turns on his heel and slams the door behind him. For some reason the exchange makes me smile. I hum as I clean my teeth. I have never seen the face in the mirror look so relaxed and happy.



The Game Ch. 03



Danielle and Jack took turns in the cramped shower of the ship before getting dressed for supper. Thankfully, the first night was casual so they did not have to get too dressed up. They playfully rubbed their bodies together as they moved about the cramped cabin. Jack escorted her by extending his elbow as they walked through the ship toward the dining room, checking their map to make sure they were headed in the right direction. People were engaged in many different activities within the ship. Different types of music could be heard from the various clubs that were located along their route. 

Their room passes indicated to which dining room and table they were assigned. A maître d' escorted them to their table which was near the windows on the port side. Counting the chairs they could see that that their table would consist of four couples, included themselves. Two of the other couples were just arriving as they got to the table. They introduced themselves and took their seats. She tried to memorize their names before the others arrived. Everyone seemed friendly and in good spirits so dinner looked to be very enjoyable. The waiter flirted with the women and treated everyone like royalty. Peeking at the menu, the food choices looked amazing. The fourth couple arrived shortly after they were seated, filling the round table. 

Everyone at their table came from varied backgrounds with stories that she found to be fascinating. The first couple with whom they spoke were school teachers from Ontario, Canada. Their names were Bridget and David Henderson. They had done a lot of traveling all over the world during their summer break. Another gentleman and his wife, Dr. Steven and Dr. Julie Keller both held PhD's in anthropology. They specialized in the Mayan culture and enjoyed coming to these places to see new things in their field of expertise. They knew of some ruins, deep on the jungles of Belize that most tourists didn't get the chance to see. The ritualistic world of the Mayans fascinated Danielle as the Kellers spoke. Danielle secretly hoped that she could travel with the anthropologists to see what they would see. The anthropologists were from Chicago where they were part of the University faculty. The third couple was retired and loved to vacation on cruise ships. Joan and Earl Smith lived in south-central Florida and would often book a last-minute cruise at reduced fares. They already had another booked for shortly after they returned from this cruise. They announced that this was their forty-seventh cruise. The choice of appetizers, meal and desert were fabulous. A few bottle of wine were added by the couples. The table conversation was filled with excitement about the coming days and the delight of getting to know new people. 

The meal ended too soon as the dining room began to clear out for the next group of diners. They all wished one another a good night as they went their separate ways.

"Would you like to check out the show in the auditorium?" Jack asked as they walked through the crowds on the ship.

"Sure," she replied not wanting to miss anything.

"We'll be heading on a journey onto the island at 7:00 tomorrow so we should probably get to bed early," he said.

"Really?" she asked. That was the first she had heard about any excursions.

"It's part of the plan that we have prepared for you," was all he offered.

His comment snapped her back to the reality of his adventure game. She was so in the moment at dinner that she almost forgot that they were more than just casual guests on the cruise ship. They went into the theater along with what seemed like half of the ship's passengers. They were lucky to find bench seats in a back corner where they sat waiting for the show to begin. Danielle was already feeling a little tired after the big dinner and a couple glasses of wine. She rested her head on Jack's shoulder as they relaxed. He placed one arm around her and they cuddled in their seats. It felt nice and the absence of armrests made it easier to be close. 

When the overly cheerful voice of the cruise director interrupted the din of the crowd they both became more alert. He introduced the ship's band and singers who tried their best to be professional. There were some good voices but the lead singers seemed to shriek into their microphones a bit too often. Jack began seducing her as the performers danced and sang. His hand was on her thigh, making her hot as he stroked her upper leg under her dress. They both were getting amorous and had already started to make out like teenagers so they left for their state room before the show ended.

They walked hand in hand through the ship, passing by the pool on the open deck. A movie was playing on a huge screen above the pool and people were scattered around the deck in their loungers. Jack laid Danielle down on an empty lounge chair and sat beside her as they checked out the movie. Once he started kissing her, they knew it was time to return to the privacy of their room. When they arrived in the suite, Jack unzipped her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders. He slipped her bra straps down over her shoulders next and slipped her bra from her breasts. Bending over he suckled her left nipple. Devouring her he threw Danielle onto the bed where she bounced on her backside. Removing his own clothes he leaned over her on his hands and gazed into her eyes. He could tell that she was excited. He reached down to remove her panties. His fingers tickled on her waist as he slipped them inside and slid the silk underwear smoothly down her slender legs and off over her feet. With grace and expertise he leaned his face above her groin, placing his mouth over her vagina. His warm breath felt erotic before he began stroking her clit with his tongue. She opened her legs to allow him better access as she moaned and raised her mound to help him get better penetration. He slipped a pillow under her bottom to keep her pussy elevated.

"You know," he said, "Being on this ship reminds me of my sailor training and all the useful knots that we practiced and learned for the boat.

Straddling her body she watched as he looked around the room for something. When he didn't see what he was searching for he swung his leg over her and got off the bed. He opened the closet and pulled the terrycloth belts from the two plush bathrobes hanging there. He walked to the head of the bed where there was some structure resembling a headboard affixed to the padded wall. He was able to thread the belt from the robe behind the half post where he secured it. He took her left hand in his and held it above her head while he prepared to wrap the belt around her wrist. Tying what seemed like a complicated knot he slid the loop over her wrist, and then proceeded to slide the knot toward the wall, pulling her arm tight. He took the other belt to the other side of the bed as she watched in anticipation. The gap was tighter on this side of the headboard making him need to force it through with a pen that was on the night stand. He bound her right side to the bed, leaving her laying helplessly o the bed. 

"It's a good thing these belts are thin enough to fit through there. I'd never get a rope through. Do I need to bind your feet too? He asked in a manner that she wasn't sure was kidding or serious.

She shook her head, no. There was a tray of fresh fruit with a chocolate sauce displayed prominently in the little table across the room. He took the platter and brought it over to the bed. Holding the platter in his left hand and the dish of sauce in his right, he looked at her mischievously as he began dribbling the chocolate sauce into her navel. The sticky dip felt cold as it pooled on her skin. He took a strawberry from the tray, and then set it on one end of the tray. Placing it between his teeth he dipped the end of it into the chocolate in her navel then brought it to her mouth. She bit the end off as she looked into his eyes. He ate the rest then took a piece of pineapple from the tray and fed it to her in the same manner. Jack shared the sweet treat with Danielle in her mouth as he fed the last half into her mouth with his tongue, then lingered. He moved down to dip his tongue into the chocolate and smeared if over her nipples. He then sucked the chocolate from all around her areolas, cleaning her. The last bit of dip was deep inside her navel. He took care of that with his tongue as she squirmed with delight on the bed. 

He climbed back on top of her and kissed her on her mouth. Using a very light tough he stroked his finger nails across her breasts. The sensation was pleasant and painful making her squirm. She would have blocked him if her hands were free. He continued to tease her with light touches from his fingers and tongue. A shiver ran through her body as he played with her inner thighs. He kissed her all over while getting her more and more aroused. He reached up to the headboard and slid the knots down to loosen the tension in her arms.

"Roll over, luv," he instructed as he helped her over onto her stomach. The belts crossed over at the headboard. "Get on your knees while keeping your forehead on the bed."

He helped her up by lifting her hips. He ran his hand over her bottom then slid his finger between her legs to stroke her clit from behind. His hand suddenly landed a stinging blow on her butt cheek. He felt her quivering opening and ran his finger through her growing wetness.

"You like that, don't you?" He said as he spanked her again on the other side.

"Yes, Sir," she replied with her mouth almost pressing against the sheets.

He spanked her a few more times. She could feel the heat on her stinging bottom as he toyed with her. 

"I understand that you need more anal stimulation," he said, catching her off guard.

Danielle remained silent. The remark caught her off guard. She wasn't sure where he got that information but it may have been related to some of the questions she had answered during one of the psychological evaluation. She did in fact have some curiosity about that.

"Hold still and I'll be right back," Jack told her as he left the bed again.

She tried to watch him as he opened a flap on his suitcase that stood against the wall. He pulled out a tube of something and a string of beads that went from small at one end to quite large at the other. It was wider than his clenched hand so she could see only the beads sticking out on both ends. She had never seen anything like it. She knew that she was about to learn more shortly. Without saying a word, Jack applied a strawberry-scented lube to the string of beads. He knelt behind her and began to apply more of the lube to her pink anus. The gel felt cold but she enjoyed the feel of his finger as he encircled her tight opening. 

She gasped when she felt the pressure of the first bead against her tender anus. He increased the pressure until her star opened enough to allow the smallest bead to pass into her. With continued pressure, she felt the first bead move inward as the next larger one opened her anus a bit more. She shivered at the unusual sensation of being stretched and penetrated like this. She felt more lube being squeezed from the tube directly onto her opening. She shivered again. The scent of strawberry grew stronger. He continued feeding the string of anal beads into her body. Her opening quivered involuntarily as he kept sliding the ever-larger beads into her. She could feel his thumb pressing against her opening with each bead. She could feel the volume of beads inside her as they filled her rectum and lower bowel. He stopped only when he had the entire string inside of her. A loop of some sort was all that hung outside her body. Her opening had closed after the largest bead had passed through.

"How does that feel, Danielle?" he asked as he traced his fingers over her buttocks. 

"Very different," was all she could think of to say. "I feel like I need to go to the bathroom."

She did feel a certain glow about her bottom as Jack had gently exposed her to something entirely new. She remained still as she savored the strange feeling. It wasn't painful but it wasn't like anything she had ever felt before. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly rocked her back and forth. The motion made the beads shift inside of her. She could imagine how they were shifting inside of her.

Suddenly, she felt Jack's weight on the bottom of the bed, then his body against hers. His member was hard and throbbing as he guided it into her wet cunt. She moaned followed by a deep moan from him. He pounded his body against her bottom driving her head into the pillows at the top of the bed. The beads were squeezed inside her. Her body lurched forward with every thrust he made. She could feel him growing harder and bigger just before he released into her vagina. She screamed softly as she came too. Her head was now pressed against the padded headboard. She relaxed her body from the straining of the intense sex and exhilaration under his weight. He took her in his arms and climbed into the bed beside her. She felt content to be in his arms. He held her tightly as he lay with her on the bed. He slipped the restraints from her wrists as they both collapsed in the bed together. She couldn't take her mind off of the beads as she lay otherwise content in his arms.

Finally she asked in a hushed tone, "Sir, may we remove the beads now?"

"Do you think it's time?" he responded. "I was thinking you hadn't experienced the full effect yet.

"Please sir, I don't think I can rest with the feeling that I need to go relieve myself."

"Okay, since you asked so nicely."

She felt his hand between her cheeks. He suddenly took the loop from the beads and steadily withdrew them in one constant motion. She felt relieved. He wrapped the beads in a tissue and tossed them aside. They rested together again until they fell asleep.

The alarm clock woke them both from a sound sleep when it went off. They were still naked and cuddled in the bed. Jack got up first. 

"Okay Daniele," we have exactly ninety minutes to get ready, have some breakfast and get down to the deck for departure. Dress for a trip through the jungle. Wear cool clothing because it's going to be hot. We're going off with the Kellers to explore some of the more unknown Mayan ruins today. I have a driver hired who will meet us and take us deep into the middle of the island where few tourists get the chance to go."

Danielle was excited to get to see the historical sights on Belize although she had heard that the scuba diving and snorkeling along the reefs was one of the greatest treasures that Belize had to offer. They passed several dive shops among the other tourist souvenir stands. Getting a private vehicle with expert guides was unbelievable too! She quickly showered and got prepared while Jack showered and got dressed. They ran up to the buffet for breakfast. There was everything imaginable but she was so excited that she didn't have a big appetite.

"Better have a good breakfast," Jack warned her. "It may be late before we get the chance to eat again."

They hurried down to the Gala Deck to head down the gangplank to the pier that would lead them ashore. They had their pictures taken as they proceeded to the gates that led to the port city. There were groups of people gathering for shore excursion. Inside the gate many locals were trying to sell their taxi services. Jack spotted a man holding a sign with Jack's name. They walked over to the man who had his Land Rover parked beside him. The doctors, Keller arrived within minutes. They all made introductions and exchanged pleasantries as they all settled into the SUV for the trip inland. The anthropologists looked as she expected with their boots and cameras strapped around their necks, wearing comfortable clothing and carrying maps and a camera bag. 

The driver spoke English well since it was the official language of Belize and seemed to know exactly where he was going. He also loved to talk. He accelerated hard as they left the port city toward the mountain roads that led into the jungle. The driver narrated everything as they sped through the jungle. He especially liked to inform them of the dangers hidden within the jungle. Jaguars, snakes and insects were among his favorites. He always looked at their faces for their reaction to his stories. It was difficult to discern the truth from the fiction. He didn't seem to mind when overhanging tree branches crashed against the front of his vehicle and windshield. Bouncing out of their seats was a common occurrence on the badly eroded dirt roads. The driver only slowed to cross a stream or when climbing a steep hill.

It was only a matter of minutes before the drive had left the port city and they were in among thick stands of trees and undergrowth. The city was not very big and jungle covered most of the island. The driver explained that the Mayan ruins to which he was headed were some of the oldest, yet not very well known due to their location. It was much more convenient to show the ruins that were close to the coast to the tourists. Visitors typically liked to climb up the huge steps and look at the gargoyles that were carved into the details of the temples and monuments. The ruins that he had in mind were built in the early reign of the Mayans and were more elaborate and well-preserved than others where tourists were allowed to climb on the stone. Because of the jungle shade, there was much moss on the stone structures, adding to their character.

After about as much bouncing around in the Range Rover as she could take, they reached a spot where the driver stopped and shut off the engine. 

"We're close," he said, "We'll have to go on foot from here."

They all climbed out of the SUV onto a lush carpet of moss that spread along the ground in the clearing. Heavy underbrush lined the edges of the meadow with trees and vines encroaching on the clearing. There was a slight rise that led them to a cliff. When they reached the top of the rise they could see an enormous pyramid below that was becoming closed in by trees. It was immediately obvious how huge and elaborate the structure had been. The rock was mostly still intact with green moss clinging to the stone in the shade. Places where wooded structures had once stood were open above the remains of their foundations.

"You can follow the path down to the Mayan ruins from here," the driver said. "I will remain with my Rover. Be back by 2:30 so I can get you back to the port before your ship leaves. Don't be late!"

He turned and walked back to the SUV.

"Okay then, let's make our way to the temple," Jack announced as the party of four began their hike. "We'll explain what we're doing here as we walk," he said to Danielle. 

She got the distinct feeling that she was the only one who was unaware of the plan. The scenery was breathtaking but now Danielle was wondering what else was going on. She still couldn't contain her excitement at rediscovering the ruins that were slowly being reclaimed by the jungle.

"As you may have already figured out, Danielle, we are here as part of the mystery fantasy game to help you experience another one of your deep and dark fantasies. The doctors are here to advice on how the ancient Mayans did it. When we get to the temple at the top of the structure, you will see that the altar has been cleaned up and prepared just for you. We are going to reenact how the Mayans sometimes used humans in their sacrificial ceremonies. Have no fear, my dear, they seldom sacrificed humans. The Doctors Keller will explain more as we head to the temple."

The group was just reaching the base of the impressive structure. Danielle could see the odd faces carved of stone. Some of them appeared to be laughing at her. Others grimaced as if in pain. The steps were much taller than she had first imagined. She thought that the early Mayans were relatively short people yet each step in the staircase to the top was more than three feet tall. They climbed the front of the pyramid where the stairs were nearly fifty feet across. When they reached the end of the staircase there was a large flat top on the structure. In the front and center stood a stone altar, a rectangular slab that was placed on two cut stone supports. She looked around from atop of the pyramid. She could see nothing but jungle in all directions. The tree tops implied that there were rolling hills beneath the canopy.




The Game Ch. 03



Dr. Julie seemed the most excited about being at this place and gladly explained what she knew of the sacrificial ceremony.

"The Mayans were very religious people and frequently made offerings to their gods to help with good weather for bountiful crops. When they offered a goat or even a chicken they prayed for favorable growing conditions, especially if the weather had not been good. They sometimes added some holy blood from their women as part of the ceremony. They believed that a small amount of blood from the woman's genitals was special and offered spiritual power. The woman would be laid out on the alter then bled from the lips of her vagina into a small cup or chalice made of gold. I brought an example in my bag."

She has a device here? Shivers ran through Danielle's body as she thought about what she should do. Everyone was looking at her now. 

Dr. Julie Keller could see the fright in Danielle's eyes. "Oh don't worry dear. We won't cut you. We'll just pinch you instead to dramatize the idea."

While that was somewhat comforting, Danielle was still feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter. The idea of human sacrifice sent a shiver through her body. There were three of them with whom to contend. She had forgotten about the game since boarding the cruise ship and believed that this was just another vacation. Now she was about to have her limits tested again. Where could she go at this point in the Belize jungle? She noticed that Dr. Steven had opened the camera bag and was taking a black fabric bag from within the camera case. Jack took her by the arm and started to walk toward the alter. He gripped her forearm tightly as he led her to the stone slab. She noticed that not only was the alter cleaned up but there were lengths of rope neatly wound next to the supports. She knew what that was for, and gulped nervously. She saw that the others were coming over beside the alter too. 

Jack positioned Danielle against the center of the alter with her upper legs pressed against the stone slab.

"This will require you to undress," he instructed softly into her ear. "I'll be at your side the whole time."

He began unbuttoning her blouse as she remained still, watching the Kellers. She noticed the doctors conferring about fifty feet away and pointing toward the valley below. Jack slipped her blouse over her shoulders and slipped it from her arms. Removing it felt good as the heat of the mid-day sun had begun to make her hot. He unfastened her bra and slid if down over her arms too. Danielle felt self-conscious being topless in front of the anthropologists. She wondered whether the driver could see her too, although the SUV was to her back and not visible from the top of the pyramid. Jack opened her shorts and inserted his thumbs into her waistband as he slid them down. He left her thong in place for the moment. She was staring down and hadn't noticed the doctors had joined them.

"Place her head there," Dr. Steven said, pointing to the right-hand side of the alter.

Jack laid out a bright gold-colored beach towel over the sun heated stone before helping her sit down on the slab, then pivoted her before laying her down on her back. The stone still felt hot through the towel. Her bare skin felt tender as she was now being positioned by all three of the others. Jack was at the bottom where he slipped her panties down her legs and over her feet. Jack and the Kellers switched places. Each of the doctors took hold of one foot. They gently positioned her so her ankles could be tied to grooves that had been cut into the corners of the slab. Taking the rope, they each tied her ankles to the corners. This position left her groin hanging just slightly over the edge of the slab. Danielle saw the golden cup for the first time as Dr. Steven opened the black velvet bag and brought it out into the sunlight. It shone brilliantly as she watched anxiously. He laid it on the platform directly beneath her slit.

"This is what they used to collect the sacred blood," he explained.

Danielle winced at the thought. They bound Danielle's wrists to the supports beneath the alter, passing the ropes through holes that had been bored through the stone. Danielle found the positioning to be awkward and very uncomfortable. The sunshine warmed her body. She waited for the experts to reenact the ceremony. She hoped it wouldn't take too long as her tender white skin was unprotected from the sun.

"I have a clamp that we're going to use in place of the dagger that the Mayans would have used for the ceremony. I even have genuine Mayan dagger for authenticity."

Dr. Steven presented a small knife with an ornate handle and a small curved blade that came to a sharp point. Danielle tried to see the object in his hand. He laid it on the alter beside her where she could barely see it when she strained to look to the side and down. The doctors quietly left the site, leaving Jack alone with Danielle. 

"I'm going to preside over this ceremony now," declared Jack as he stood over the helpless Danielle. "This is too intimate to be left to strangers."

Jack took a bottle of sunscreen from his pack and flipped the top open before squirting a liberal amount over her breasts and belly. It was warm from the sun's heat too. Rubbing it into her skin he ran his hands all over her naked body, including a remarkable massage of her spread pussy. The lotion was soothing and relieved the fear of burning. When he finished he set the bottle aside. Danielle gulped as Jack picked up the dagger. He had that mischievous look as he held it by the handle. Bringing it down to her neck, he touched her skin with the sharp point. She could tell that it was very sharp. Using almost no pressure, he dragged the blade tip down her chest, between her breasts, then all the way to her navel. She held her breath to keep her belly as still as possible. He ran the knife from her navel down to her clit before lifting the knife, just barely touching her skin. She focused on his eyes as he played with her. He placed the dagger back on the slab.

Jack produced a bowl from his pack. When he removed the plastic lid she could see that there was a sticky yellow substance in the bowl. Jack stirred it with a slender spoon. He scooped a liberal amount from the bowl and spread it in a line on her forehead. He made several lines on her cheeks as well. Next he moved down to her left breast, creating lines that radiated outward from her nipple. He made a total of six such lines on each breast to represent the sun's rays. The yellow clay was hot like everything else. 

"This is the yellow clay that was used by the Mayans for the markings to be displayed on their women," he explained.

Jack then turned his attention to her vagina as he placed his fingers into her opening. She felt something hard as he inserted the clamp into her opening. It had been warmed by the sun too and felt hot. He turned the thumbscrew until she could feel it pinch her clitoris and vaginal lips. It was uncomfortable but not too painful. He continued tightening it until she gasped aloud. She squirmed against the ropes as the pain shot through her groin. Jack raised the chalice above her as if to show it to the where people would have gathered at the base of the pyramid. 

"I have no idea what they would have said at this point," explained Jack, "but I'm thinking there would have been some incantation. May this woman be worthy," he said in jest.

He placed the golden cup on another tall stone that stood beside the alter. Jack pulled a bottle of red wine from his pack and opened it. He poured an ample amount into the golden cup. He raised the cup and took a drink. He offered some to Danielle. She eagerly took a sip as he held her head off the slab. Danielle had tears in her eyes from the pinching in her groin. Sensing that she was more than ready to finish, Jack immediately unscrewed and removed the clamp. He stroked alongside both lips of her vagina as he tenderly soothed the stinging. Taking advantage of her helplessness as she lay tied to the alter. He then bent down to tenderly kiss her clit. His tongue darted about along her opening, heightening her arousal. Danielle pulled her legs together as far as the ropes would allow. 

"I am now going to decorate your sacred place," he announced as he opened the drawstring on a velvet bag and proceeded to pour its contents into the palm of his left hand.

He showed her a beautiful golden piece of jewelry that was roughly oval in shape with a lot of decorative edges around the outer edges. Some fine black straps with golden catches on the ends dangled from the ornamental piece that resembled a broach with a hollow center. It wasn't until Jack placed the object over her vagina that she realized where it was designed to fit on her body. The polished metal lay on her mound, surrounding her clitoris. Two of the straps were brought up to her waist where he wrapped them around and reached beneath her body to connect them just above her butt cheeks. A third strap was pulled between her legs and also fastened to the other straps in the center of the small of her back. She was unable to see it in place on her body but she could feel that it fit perfectly.

"Very nice," he exclaimed as he traced his finger around her clit. "Now I'm going to make you cum in front of the gods and the people," Jack proclaimed. 

He removed his shirt and took advantage of her captivity. She felt defenseless, sprawled out like this. He ran his hands over her inner thighs and touched her in the places that he knew would elicit the most erotic reactions. When he saw how wet she had become he ran his tongue along her slit, lapping up her juices. The snug-fitting jewelry added to the pleasure. He proceeded to kiss her on the mouth to share the fresh nectar with her. He knew how much she enjoyed having her breasts and clit fondled. With his hand running over her breasts and his mouth attacking her clit she screamed as she came almost violently. The scream drifted into the jungle with all the other sounds of the wild animals. Danielle wondered whether the others in their party could hear her from high atop the pyramid. He made her scream a second time when he made his technique more aggressive.

He knew that it was getting to be time to go. As much fun as he had pleasuring her in such an unusual manner in this exotic place he had to stop. He checked the water in his canteen. It was warm but not too hot. Danielle was startled when her poured water over her breasts before washing the markings from her skin. The sticky material washed away easily on her suntan oiled flesh. He released her bindings and helped her rise to a sitting position with her legs draped over one side of the alter. Jack arranges the straps that held her new jewelry in place once she was sitting. He then handed her underwear back to Danielle and instructed her to get dressed. 

"I feel honored to be in the company of the chosen one," Jack said as he extended his hand to escort her back to the Range Rover. "I think we forgot to sacrifice an animal though."

"And I feel gratitude to have been spared being sacrificed on the alter," she replied.

They walked back to the SUV where they found the driver resting with his radio turned on and the two doctors resting in the shade of an enormous tree. The driver looked so peaceful that they hated to wake him but they needed to get back. 

"It's too bad we can't stay for a few days," said Danielle. I'd like to see more of the sights.

"Maybe next time," answered Jack. "You never know what's in store for you in the next port. By the way, how are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess, just a little sore."

"I'll have to examine you when we get back on board. I won't take no for an answer," he told her sternly.

She smiled. The comment about the next port brought up all sorts of questions about what would happen there. She had nearly forgotten that there was another stop before they reached the everglades in Florida.

An afternoon rain storm looked to be moving in as they departed. The skies suddenly turned dark and the rain came down in buckets, filtering through the canopy of the jungle. The underbrush made it very dark even with the headlights turned on. New streams formed all over the roads as they traveled through rushing torrents of water on the driver's mad dash back to the port. The rain then let up as quickly as it started as they reached the pavement of the city.

"We have one more stop before we return to the ship," announced Jack. "You can go ahead without us," he told the Kellers as the vehicle stopped in the downtown area.

Jack and Danielle walked into the small cluster of buildings that made up the port city. Tourist shops were built near the pier but this was the real downtown where the locals did their business and shopped. The buildings were colorful, both architecturally as well as from the wares that were on display and the cheerful people who went about their business. Some tourists from the two cruise ships that were in port remained in the town but most had returned to their ships as it was getting within two hours before the ships departed. There were no more storm clouds in the sky and the tropical breeze felt good under the hot sun. After they had walked a few blocks in a zig-zag fashion through the buildings, Jack suddenly opened the door to a nondescript shop. Still holding hands, he brought Danielle along as he walked into the shop. 

"I'm looking for Gabriele," Jack told a boy who was standing behind the counter. "Please tell her that Jack and Danielle are here."

Without saying anything, the boy ran through the shop into a back room. When he returned, a woman with dreadlocks and colorful clothing appeared. Her face lit up when she saw Jack. It was obvious that they were acquainted from somewhere before.

"Jackie" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him. "What can a lowly island woman like me do for you? I see you brought a pretty lady friend. Is she your wife?"

"No, nothing like that," Jack replied. "She is a good friend of mine. Gabriele, I'd like you to meet Danielle. Danielle, this is my old friend Gabriele. Gabby, we have come for one of your island souvenirs. Can you fit us in right now?"

"Patience man," she said, "Well okay since you're a good customer and friend and besides I'm not really doing anything right now anyway. What do you have in mind?"

Jack asked, "Can we look through your catalogs and decide from that."

"Sure Mon, you da customer," she said. "Follow me but be careful of my stiff. It just might bury you in my shop."

She laughed as she headed back between the aisles. Jack looked at Danielle who looked a bit puzzled and concerned.

"She whispered to Jack, "Haven't we had enough adventure for one day?"

"Oh, we're just getting started, Darling. But, you need a permanent reminder of your adventure here before we leave this place. Gabby has just the thing."

They went into the back room of the shop. A desk was covered with mounds of papers and beverage containers in one corner. Piles of papers were stacked on piles of wooden and cardboard boxes. Beyond al the clutter stood a closed door. Gabriele went ahead to open the door and turn on a light. They followed her into the room in the back of the storeroom. A clean wooden bench stood in the center of the room under a bright ceiling light. Gabriele hurriedly spread a clean white sheet over the table and produced a small pillow from beneath the table. There was a small but tidy desk on one side of the room. Gabriele pulled out a three-ring binder and placed it on the desk with the covers open. 

"These are some of the most popular ones," she explained. "Take a look and see what you like. I do have some other books if you can't find the right one in there."

Once again, Danielle felt like she was out of the loop on the plan. The books seemed to contain images of tattoo artwork. Was he going to have her tattooed?

"Come over here and tell me what you think," Jack encouraged her. "Which of these traditional Mayan symbols do you like best? The Mayan sun is a classic but there are some others that are really cool too."

He still hadn't told her what he had in mind so she was a little reluctant to say much. The symbols were all very bold with their patterns defined by a lot of heavy black areas. There were two pages of them with short descriptions of what each represented. Two others that caught her eye were one called the Hunab Ku which stood for peach, unity, balance wholeness and the universe. The other was a figure of a dragon or lizard eating its own tail. According to the book, this tattoo symbolized regeneration, rebirth or the process of constantly recreating oneself to adapt to new surroundings and situations. Danielle decided that the symbolism of the dragon suited her best. She didn't say anything right away however.

"Why do you want to know?" he inquiringly asked Jack.

"I'm going to get you a nice remembrance of your experiences here," he answered casually.

"Oh really," Danielle said indignantly. "Don't you think that I should have some say in the matter of permanently marking my body?"

"Of course," he said, "That's why I'm asking you which one you like. I would have maybe gone with the sun myself but if you want the dragon, you shall get the dragon."

"And where exactly did you have in mind to place this piece of art?"

"Well. We need to discuss that next." He answered without missing a beat.

"How about on your body?" she answered curtly.

"Maybe I should get a matching one but we don't have much time, Danielle. "I would suggest that we place it in an inconspicuous sport like on your lower back, off to one side. What do you think Gabby?"

"Lift your blouse, Danielle," she said.

Gabriele made a photocopy of the picture in her book. She cut it out from the piece of paper and placed it onto her back.

"About here I think." 

"That looks awesome," Jack responded. "Don't you think so Danielle?"

She could see herself in the mirror and turned her body back and forth to get an idea of how that would look.

"It does look pretty sexy I think," she said with a smile. "Will it hurt?"

"Only a little," replied Gabriele. "I can finish in about an hour"

Caught up in the excitement of the adventure, Danielle suddenly agreed.

"Come lie down on my table and I will get you decorated before you leave in an hour," Gabriele told her reassuringly. "Let Mr. Jack help you up onto the table.

"You go wait outside," Gabriele told jack in a firm voice. My lady and I have some business to attend to in here. I'll bring her out when she's ready."

Jack knew better than to argue with Gabriele. He stepped out of the room and walked back out to the narrow street to look around. He checked his watch as he left, noting when he would return.

Things had happened so fast again that Danielle wasn't sure whether she was doing the right thing. Would she regret this by tomorrow? She lay still on the table as Gabriele prepared her needle. Another young girl appeared to help with the procedure. She wiped Danielle's back off and arranged her blouse so it would remain out of the way. They set the pattern on Danielle's back and began to lay it out with the inking pen. The buzzing sound made Danielle nervous before she felt the first stick.

"Relax, darling," coached Gabriele. "I'm going to make this a little smaller because there are so many thick lines in this pattern. Here have a little rum to take the edge off."

She gave Danielle a medium glass filled with spiced rum. Danielle took a small sip that immediately spread warmth through her body.

"Just keep sippin' the juice," Gabrielle instructed.

It wasn't too long before she announced that she was done. Danielle looked up and saw Jack standing quietly in the doorway.




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"It looks great, Danielle," he said with encouragement. "Come over here so you can see your back in the mirror. Thank you, Gabby. Perfection as usual," he told her. "C'mon Danielle, we need to get back to the ship. We have more fun yet to come tonight."

Jack paid Gabriele and everyone bid one another adieu as they departed.

"I hope you've enjoyed your day so far," Jack said to Danielle as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. I hope you're not tired because we have more fun planned for you tonight."

She looked up at his face. He was smiling broadly as he gazed back at her and gave her a kiss. They boarded the cruise ship together and returned to their stateroom. Danielle was left wondering when and what he was going to spring on her next.

To be continued...



The Game Ch. 03



It had been three weeks since the strip poker game and the wild night that ensued. They were going to play again tonight and Doug had been looking forward to it all day. He showed up at Jenifer's and found out that everyone else had already made it. Jenifer and Lynn were both there as well as Nikki. Tiffany and Paul had made it also, but Michelle wasn't there. "Where's Michelle. I thought she would be here for sure."

Nikki said, "She really wanted to be, but she's been sick all day so she had to skip. I brought my friend Lisa instead."

Just then a brown haired girl that could pass as the girl next door with her full tits and warm smile came out of the bathroom. She walked over almost skipping and said, "Hi. I'm Lisa you must be Doug."

Jenifer said, "Since we have a couple new players I'll go over the rules. OK we are going to play strip poker with some other rules thrown in. Each person will start with $50 worth of chips and we'll bet on each hand like standard poker. The deal will pass around the table and the dealer will get to name the game. If you run out of money you can give up a piece of clothing for more chips, or you can end the round and take a spin on the wheel of challenges and consequences. Any clothing sold during a round of hands goes to whomever has the most chips at the end of the round. Also at the end of the round the chips that are in play are all pooled and divided evenly again. So each round everyone starts with an equal amount of chips again. On the wheel you could lose clothes, have an individual challenge or have an opposed challenge. Clothes lost to the wheel are out of play until we quit for the night. If you lose a piece of clothing to the wheel you have to take off something you are wearing, but not other clothes you have accumulated. Once someone is nude if they have to face the wheel and lose a piece of clothing they will have to draw a dare card. At any time people can trade clothes as long as both people agree to the trade. Shoes and socks are worth $10 each, pants and shirt $25 each, and underwear $50 each. All clothes when sold are held until the end of the round when they become the property of the round winner. When a person ends the round and is forced into an action with another person whomever won the round gets to choose who it will be. This way both people will have a stake in winning instead of giving up like happened the other night. In addition between rounds players can bet between themselves on who will win a challenge or other things as long as they both agree on the terms. If a person is naked and has to pay a piece of clothing to the wheel they will instead draw a dare card. If someone through the course of the night ends up where they would have to draw their fifth dare card they will instead draw a double dare card. If we are still going after that then it is back to dare cards until the fifth one which is a double dare again. The first person to cum this evening will become the sex slave for the group for the rest of the evening."

Everyone nodded and we started playing. After five hands both Lynn and Tiffany were running low on chips. Paul was the next dealer and he called Texas Hold'em as the game. The hand was dealt and Tiffany folded out to keep from having to sell clothes. Lynn tossed in a shoe and then a second as the rounds went by. It was the river and she had to either sell both her socks or be forced out. She decided to sell them and stayed in. Doug won the hand and Lynn ended the round rather than sell more clothes to continue the round.

Lynn walked over and spun the wheel. Lose a piece of clothing. She did a sexy dance grabbing the bottom of her shirt. With a spin she yanked it up and tossed it into the corner by the wheel. "Here we go again."

The next round had most everyone giving up shoes and socks rather than risk the wheel. A couple more hands went by when Nikki thinking she had a great hand tried to push Lynn around. It ended up in a showdown between the two of them and Nikki tossed in her shirt sure that Lynn would fold rather than having to give up her pants. Lynn called tossing her pants in. Lynn showed her three fives and Nikki's head fell as she flipped over her two pair. Nikki decided to end the round. Lynn put back on her pants.

Nikki spun the wheel and got play air hockey and loser takes off a piece of clothing. Nikki started to say something when Jenifer reminded her that the round winner gets to choose who she would play. It took a minute to count up chips and in the end it was Lynn who had won by five dollars' worth of chips. She thought for a minute and then said, "She and Lisa can play."

The air hockey game went back and forth with neither player giving up anything. Finally Lisa leaned way forward to play the puck and Doug watched her tits jiggle in her shirt. Evidentially they caught Nikki's attention too since she completely missed the puck as it scored the winning point. With an exaggerated sigh that caused her tits to heave nicely she walked over to the wheel. Slowly she stripped off her pants and threw them into the corner with Lynn's shirt.

The next hand found Lynn selling off most of the pile of clothes she had without much luck when she and Nikki were in a hand again. Lynn made a bet that would force Nikki to take off some clothes so she decided to fold. She spun do fifty jumping jacks. Paul watched her as her pert tits jiggled slightly with each one. After thirty they were moving more and he thought he could see a nipple through the blue bra. He could feel his lust growing. Then she was done.

After four more rounds most of the clothing had been sold for chips and it was starting to get interesting. Doug was down to his underwear while Paul had his underwear and pants. Tiffany had her shirt and underwear on, but had lost her pants to the wheel. Jenifer was down to her pants and panties. Nikki refusing to sell her back her bra after she had won it in the previous round. Paul kept admiring her nice tits between each hand while trying hard not to stare. Nikki had her underwear as well as Jenifer's bra. Lisa had a collection of pants and shirts as well as everyone's shoes and socks. She was also fully clothed in addition.

The next round went fairly quickly when Nikki was going to have to sell off clothes to stay in. She knew even if she lost a piece of clothing she could put on Jenifer's bra if she had to. She spun and it was five spanks from each other player. Lynn stepped up first and spanked Nikki hard making her whole body shake. Paul stepped up next and spanked her hard also. Doug could see her ass checks turning red through her silky panties. Doug barely tapped her. Tiffany spanked her a bit harder but not nearly as bad as the first two. It was enough to almost bring tears to her though. Jenifer stepped up and said, "If you give me my bra back I'll skip spanking you."

Nikki nodded and handed Jenifer back her bra. Lisa then walked up and patted each check a couple of times. The next round started and Lisa sold off shoes and socks as she pushed people around by making large bets. Lisa tossed in the shirt and pants she had left from the extra clothes and Doug checked his hand again. He felt confident with his flush so he pulled off his underwear and his semi hard cock flopped out; and Nikki looked at it remembering how he had used it on Lynn the last time. Lisa smiled as she flipped over a straight. As she started reaching for the pot Doug flipped over his flush. Lisa pulled off her shirt for more chips so the round would continue. Paul could clearly see her nipples through the lacy bra. He was paying more attention to her then the betting and when it got around to him wasn't sure how good his hand might be so he folded. The hand ran Jenifer out of chips so she sold her pants to keep in the hand, and Tiffany won with a pair of fives. Paul kicked himself since he would have won with his two eights. Instead of having extra clothes to bet he was stuck with just his pants and underwear.

Jenifer spun and got lose two pieces of clothing. She pulled off her bra and panties throwing them in the pile by the wheel. Jenifer was now completely naked. She knew Lynn would have her back, but all the rest of them would probably be gunning for her in hopes to drive her to dare cards. From the first hand Paul bet heavily against Jenifer with just that in mind. Lynn and Nikki were slowly building up chips while the rest of the table stayed about even except Paul who was seeing his pile dwindle. Then a hand came where he would have to sell his pants to stay in and decided to risk the wheel instead. He walked over and spun play another person in ping pong. Loser loses a piece of clothing. Lynn and Nikki counted up chips and Nikki had the most. She said, "Paul you can play Jenifer."

Jenifer got up and glared at Nikki as she walked over to the table. Paul won the first seven points and looked like he was going to cream Jenifer. Her nipples had gotten hard from being exposed to the air and part of her was aroused by the thought of having to make it through a dare card. Then Paul hit a ball that rose and Jenifer with a hope spiked it. Doug admired the way her small tits jiggled and Paul was mesmerized by the sight as he didn't even swing at the return. Jenifer wondered if he would stay distracted so she bounced up and down as he prepared to serve. It was right at her and with a hope she spiked it back again. This time Paul swung, but was about three inches below the ball. Obviously her tits bouncing up and down was making him lose his focus. After that it didn't take long for her to come back and win the game. Paul took off his pants and threw them into the pile by the wheel.

Several rounds went by where everyone was conservative on their betting and rather than selling their remaining clothes they took a chance with the wheel not wanting to be driven to a dare card if they lost. Jenifer and Doug were both naked. Paul was down to his underwear and both Tiffany and Nikki were down to their panties. Lynn had on her bra having won it back after being naked. Lisa had the most clothes with both her bra and panties on. All the other clothes had been forfeited to the wheel so Doug knew the dare cards would come soon. Paul was hard as the bulge in underwear showed. Doug thought he saw wetness between Jenifer's legs, but knew she was aroused still since her nipples were sticking straight out. Both Nikki and Lisa had a growing wet spot on their panties. Doug saw Tiffany's nipples were hard, but he didn't detect a wet spot on her panties, but they were a color that might just be hiding it also. Lynn was squirming so he knew all the nakedness was getting her hot and bothered.

The next round started and with the first hand the bets went through the roof. Doug watched the bets go around the table and realized most of the chips were going to be in the pot for this hand. Whomever won would have a big advantage, but looking at his ten high junk he knew it wouldn't be him so he folded. Lisa started the second round of betting by taking off her bra and tossing it into the pot with the rest of her chips. Her full tits were firm and Doug wondered if they were real or fake. Either way she had thrown down the gauntlet and the other players had to put up clothing or fold out giving her most of the chips. Tiffany stood up and pulled down her panties. A string of precum pulled away from the wet panties and Doug saw that the panties had an inner panel and this was why he couldn't tell she was so wet. She tossed them into the pile saying I call. Paul shook his head and folded saying, "too rich for me."

Jenifer folded since she didn't have any clothes to bet. She looked at her small stack of chips and sighed. Nikki debated what to do for a good minute before pulling off her soaked panties and tossing them in. They revealed their hands and Nikki won. She jumped up and down with joy. Doug felt his erection growing harder as he watched her celebrate. Tiffany spun the wheel and got lose a piece of clothing. Jenifer said, "Oh. We have our first dare card." Tiffany pulled it and read give another player a lap dance for five minutes. 

Nikki said, "I think it is time to introduce Lisa to the fun part of the game. Give her the lap dance."

Tiffany walked over and straddled Lisa. She put her tits right in Lisa's face as she started grinding her hips and pussy against the seated Lisa. Doug looked over at Paul and saw a growing wet spot and wondered if Tiffany was giving him the lap dance if he would have made it through the five minutes. Lisa was panting when time was called and when Tiffany stood up there was a large wet spot in Lisa's panties. It was time and the next round began. Nikki put back on her panties and put Lisa's bra over her shoulders though the lace was low enough that the bra didn't cover anything up. Nikki's luck didn't hold in the next round and soon she threw in Tiffany's panties for chips only to lose and end the round. She spun lose a piece of clothing and tossed Lisa's bra in the pile. Tiffany having the most chips won back her panties and put them on. 

The next three rounds found Tiffany, and Lisa losing their panties to the wheel. Jenifer was spanked for the round she lost. As the next round started she was choosing to stand because her ass was still tender. This was fine with Doug since he could see her bald muff this way. Nikki lost the next round and spun lose two pieces of clothing. She tossed her panties in the pile and drew her dare card. Masturbate for five minutes. She sat down in the big chair and put her legs over the arms. Spreading her pussy lips with her left hand she started pushing the middle finger of her right hand in and out. Slowly at first then picking up speed. She added a second finger as she hit the halfway point. A third was added as her juices were running down her leg. Tiffany called time and Nikki stopped. Her panting slowly subsided. 

The next round saw Nikki again drawing a dare card and she had to give Doug a lap dance. As she slid up and down his body his hard cock would slide up her pussy lips trying to gain entrance only to slip away at the last minute. By the end of the five minutes both he and Nikki were struggling to keep from coming. Jenifer lost a round and had to do fifty jumping jacks which had everyone's attention as her fit body bounced up and down. Nikki was glad for the break as she was still aroused from her last two dare cards. Nikki lost the next round and hit lose a piece of clothing. She drew a dare card and it was take all of big bertha up your ass and bounce on it five times. Nikki lubed up the big dildo and then her asshole. She slowly lowered herself onto the dildo as Tiffany held it in place on the ground. Finally she was all the way down on it. She felt it stretching her ass. She pulled up and then went back down. By the fourth stroke she was used to it and the fifth one actually felt good.

Nikki's bad luck continued as she was knocked out in the next round too. She spun the wheel and got lose two pieces of clothing. That meant two dare cards. Jenifer said, "That makes dare cards four and five for Nikki so the second one will be a double dare card."

Nikki hadn't ever seen a double dare card, but heard that they tended to send people over the edge. She drew her dare card and came up with dildo yourself for five minutes. Nikki was afraid she wouldn't make it through this let alone the double dare card as aroused as she was. She thought about it for a minute and then went back over to the chair. She spread her legs as far apart as she could so everyone got a good look at her pussy as she started to push the dildo in and out. She started at a moderate speed and soon was in a rhythm. Her head lulled back as she moaned. She was lost in the pleasure and concentrating on staying on the edge and not letting her climax come. Finally she heard Tiffany say, "That's time."

Nikki slowly stood up and felt her juices running down her legs. She pulled the double dare card and swore to herself. She turned it so everyone could see. Take a strap on dildo for five minutes. She looked at Tiffany who had won the round and asked, "Who?"

With an evil smirk Tiffany said, "Jenifer." 

Nikki knew she was done for. Lisa said, "I'll bet a dare card that she doesn't make it."

Lynn looked at Jenifer who nodded ever so slightly and then Lynn said, "I'll take your bet."

"I'd like that bet too." Said Tiffany.

"OK." Said Lynn

Doug wondered what was going on now. Why would she bet against her friend, Jenifer, being able to make Nikki who was on the edge cum? As Jenifer strapped on the dildo she said, "Nikki, I have an offer for you."

"What?"

"I'll take it easy on you and if you do cum I'll be a slave with you, but if you make it through then you owe me and sometime in the future you will have to take the place of the person of my choosing." Then after a pause she added, "Oh and you can't tell Michelle about this either. If you do then you have to do it twice to repay the debt."

Nikki looked at the dildo and the tingling between her legs. She had no doubt if Jenifer went at her she wouldn't last two minutes let alone five. "OK it's a deal."

Jenifer told Nikki to get on all fours in the middle of the room. Nikki did and Jenifer knelt behind her. Grabbing Nikki's hips Jenifer slowly pushed the strap on into her. A deep moan escaped from Nikki as she pushed back against Jenifer. Jenifer pulled back and pushed in. Slowly she pumped her. Nikki was still being driven mad and after three minutes was panting begging Jenifer to just fuck her over the edge and get it done. Jenifer leaned over and told her just hang on you can do it. Her breasts brushed Nikki's back and Nikki gasped. Jenifer stopped thrusting as the wave of pleasure washed over Nikki but didn't push her over to a climax. Jenifer started thrusting again and finally it was five minutes.

Everyone was on the edge at this point and Doug knew it wouldn't be long until someone couldn't hold out. Nikki's performances had him so aroused he knew he would be in trouble if he had to do a dare. Tiffany drew dildo yourself for five minutes, and Lisa drew receive oral sex for five minutes. Lynn said, "Since it was your bet with me I get to choose who will perform on you Lisa. However, it was Nikki's great self-control that won it for me so I'll let her chose."

Nikki remembered that her friend had said that a man had never made her cum from oral sex so Nikki said, "Doug can have the honors."

Tiffany sat down on the couch and opened her legs. Lisa sat in the chair and motioned Doug over to kneel in front of her. Jenifer told them it was time to start. Tiffany started slowly working the dildo in and out. After just a couple of thrusts her head rocked back and she started moaning. A deep needy moan. Lisa watched her from across the room as Doug started licking her folds. She wasn't worried about it as she watched Tiffany building up speed. Soon Tiffany was massaging her right tit with her left hand as she thrust the dildo in and out of her pussy at a fast steady pace. Doug had parted Lisa's pussy lips and was thrusting his tongue in and out of her. It felt good to Lisa, but she knew she could last the five minutes without a problem. Tiffany started thrusting faster her breath becoming a pant as she was obviously losing control. Lisa gasped in surprise as Doug found her clit and started licking over and around it. The sensation caught her loins on fire. The desire rapidly building. Lisa watched as Tiffany's hips started bucking against the dildo as she thrust it in and out. Through a haze of pleasure Lisa heard someone say two minutes left. Lisa smiled as Doug sucked on her clit. There was no way Tiffany was going to last to the end of the five minutes. Her own lust was building, but Tiffany would cum first.




The Game Ch. 03



As if to validate Lisa's thoughts Tiffany screamed out in pleasure and pulling the dildo out she came. The juices pooling between her legs on the couch. Tiffany's body shook with another wave of pleasure. Nikki said, "We have our sex slut." Doug nibbled on Lisa's clit and then licked it. The pleasure crashed like a wave over Lisa. She grabbed Doug's head and pulled it tight to her pussy as she heard one minute left. She wondered why it mattered since Tiffany had already cum. Her head rolled back as the waves grew in intensity. Each one better than the last until she came with a shudder. 

"It looks like we have a pair of sex sluts for our enjoyment tonight." Lynn said.

"What?" Lisa asked through the haze of pleasure that was still clouding her world.

Lynn took her by the hand and helping her up said, "It's simple you both came you both are our slaves."

"But Tiffany came first. First one to cum is the slave of everyone else."

Sitting Lisa down in the middle of the room Lynn said, "Yeah, but it was the same set of dares that you both came from so you are both slaves." Lisa looked over at Nikki who nodded reluctantly. Lynn pushed Lisa back and climbed on top of her face. Her wet pussy rubbing on Lisa's mouth Lynn said, "Now it's my turn to cum."

Lisa wasn't too happy about this turn of events, but a bet was a bet and she wasn't about to welch out now. She started licking Lynn and then felt a cock slid into her pussy. She could hear Tiffany moaning as she licked Lynn's pussy. Lynn was grinding against her face as she came quickly. Without moving she said make me cum again slut. Lisa reached up and played with Lynn's clit while she probed her pussy with her tongue. Timing her tongue thrusts to Doug's thrusts into her own pussy. 

While this was going on Nikki and Jenifer had decided to see how many times they could make the already horny Tiffany cum in the next five minutes. Jenifer had strapped on a dildo and was going to town on her pussy. Thrusting rapidly in and out; Nikki was bent over them licking Tiffany's clit and slit when Jenifer pulled back. Paul was masturbating waiting his turn as the two of them sent Tiffany over the edge again and again. After three minutes she had cum at least seven times that he knew of for sure. Tiffany's gasps and groans were making him even hornier. At the four minute mark he lost patience and knelt down pushing his cock into her mouth. Tiffany sucked on it like it was an all-day sucker as she came again. She pulled back and started to plead for a break only to have Paul shove his cock down her throat. Her begging becoming an unintelligible mumble. 

Doug was in a rhythm as he watched Lisa make Lynn cum again. Lynn rose up and turned around so she could watch Doug pound Lisa. Then Lynn leaned forward and started licking both Doug's cock and Lisa's pussy as he continued to fuck her. Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out and was about to cum all over Lisa's body when Lynn grabbed his cock and stuffed it in her mouth. Doug came filling her mouth until it started to leak out the sides and run down her chin. Lisa sat up and licked up the cum as her own orgasm subsided. 

Tiffany stopped trying to talk and sucked on Paul as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. It slid into her throat and pulled back out her saliva coating it. Jenifer pushed the strap on deep into Tiffany and her body arched with the intensity of the latest orgasm. Paul's cock pushed down her throat and he was pushed over the edge as she moaned. Her throat muscles massaging his cock. The first spurt went down her throat and he started to pull back out. The next three squirts filled her mouth and she tried to swallow it, but half of it ended up all over her chin and face instead as she choked. Tiffany sat up gasping for air as she tried to regain some composure. At least Nikki had stopped licking her clit. Jenifer pulled out of her pussy and Tiffany felt empty inside; cum dripping from her chin onto her tits. She looked down at her puffy pussy lips and her cum still leaking out. Even though she had lost track of how many times she had cum she was still as horny as ever. Lynn came over and started playing with her tits with gentle strokes and caresses. Tiffany watched as Paul rolled Lisa onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. His knees between her legs he pushed in and out of her. Slowly, sensually he fucked her. 

The warm afterglow still surrounded Tiffany as Lynn had her lay back with Tiffany's head in Lynn's lap. Doug pushed his cock into her pussy and started to fuck her slowly like Paul was doing to Lisa. Slowly the two of them built up speed until they both were going hard and fast again. It didn't take long for Paul to cum deep in Lisa's pussy. Doug slowed back down, but kept going. Paul pulled out and Lisa started to get up only to have Jenifer grab her hips and start to fuck her doggy style. After a couple thrusts to coat the dildo with Lisa's juices and Paul's cum Jenifer pulled out and in one hard thrust pushed it all the way into Lisa's ass. Lisa cried out in surprise. Jenifer pulled out and pushed back in slowly this time. Tiffany watched the cum run out of Lisa's pussy as Jenifer fucked her ass.

Evidentially this made Doug want to try anal. He pulled out and grabbing Tiffany's legs pulled her up so he had access to her ass. Doug slowly thrust in and out. Her juices having coated his cock allowed him to slide in and out painlessly. Soon she was coming from his anal thrusts and soon after that he shot a load of cum deep in her ass. Not long after that they all fell asleep in a pile in the middle of the floor.



The Game Ch. 034



Josephine Ann van DeGroot surveyed herself in the mirror. She hadn't worn this gown since they had returned from that cruise several months ago. She laughed to herself, recalling how she had nearly fallen when she had tried to take too long a step and the tight hem at her ankles nearly tripped her.

That was no longer a problem; as soon as they returned home, she had taken the garmet to her dressmaker and had slits cut on either side, slits that extended almost to her hip line. Now when she walked normally, her legs were visible, even to the tops of her stockings, showing just a trace of bare skin. Now it was a very sexy gown, far from the original prim design.

When she came downstairs, Harry gave a low, appreciative, whistle, then, "Wow, Babe,you look sexy as hell. It's too bad we're not stopping at Tony's tonight. He'd really get a boner from looking at you."

Jo whirled around, letting both front and rear panels of the skirt flair out. "How's that, Love? Can you see anything?"

"Oh yeah, everything! Come on, let's go before I lose control of myself."

They left, getting into Harry's Porsche for the twenty minute ride to the 'club'. When Harry pulled into the parking lot, Jo was a little nonplused. It was a small ware-house. The parking lot held fifteen or sixteen luxury cars and Harry parked right next to a Lincoln Town Car. Leaving the car, he led Jo to a side door to the building.

Inside, in a small entry room, they were met by a tuxedo clad greeter. Harry handed him a card which he looked at briefly, handed back to Harry, then, wordlessly, opened a second door for them to enter the club.

The room was very dimly lit, Jo couldn't make out more than several small cocktail type tables with people seated at most of them. As soon as the door closed behind them, a young waitress accosted them. Jo's jaw dropped; the young girl was naked except for a miniscule thong that just barely covered her pussy lips.She led them to a vacant table, then took their orders for drinks. "My god, Harry, what kind of place is this," she questioning whispered.

"Right up your alley, sweetheart, a sex club," he replied. "It's not for swingers, just married couples who enjoy all kinds of sex and, to do it in front of others. There are no singles here and no switching of partners."

Now, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, when Jo looked around the room, she could see that practically every one was naked and they were all gazing at one end of the room. When Jo followed their gaze, she saw a small platform, no more than fifteen feet from them. As her eyes became more and more adjusted to the dim lighting, she could see a man laying on his back, a very skinny woman sitting astride him, her hips moving in a circular motion. It was clear that she was fucking him!

Jo had seen movies of people fucking, but never in the flesh and she began to get excited. "Let's get naked, Dear," Harry whispered from beside her. "I'm getting out of my stuff." Jo nodded agreement and pulled the gown down off her shoulders, to her waist.

When they stood up together, Harry had already shed his trousers and under pants, showing a partially erect cock. Jo wriggled her gown down over her hips and stepped out of it, keeping only her elastic top stockings. Now, as they sat back down, both were naked. At just that moment, their waitress showed up with their drinks. She glanced at Jo and murmured aloud, "Nice titties, Mam."

Jo looked up at her and replied, "Thank you. You're not so bad in the tit department either, girl."

Before Jo could return her attention to the couple on the stage, a rather plump woman at the table next to them, had gotten onto her table, spreading her legs, pulling her knees up nearly to her shoulders. "Fuck me, Frank," she almost whimpered. "Fuck me!"

The man, her husband, his cock standing straight out from his groin, stepped up to the table and guided his prick to her cunt. She let out an audible sigh as he penetrated her. "Yeesss, Frank, Fuck me, fuck me."

"Oh god, Harry," Jo whispered, "I'm so hot. Finger me, put your finger in me."

"Wouldn't you like to go onto the stage and have me eat you?"

"Later, Dear, there's not enough room up there and I need some relief right now."

Harry's fingers quickly found the source of her needs,finding her cunt flowing with her honey. With no trouble he quickly had two fingers buried in her cunt. Jo's own hand was busy at her clit while her eyes remained glued to the couple on the stage.

"Oh god, Harry, she's gonna cum! Look at her!"

It was true, the skinny woman was now bouncing up and down on her mate's prick, her head thrown back, her eyes closed as though in rapture. After only seconds, her face twisted as though in pain and she stopped all movement, to settle down on her partner, her head turning rapidly from side to side, her long hair flying. She made not a sound.

"Oh god, Harry, I'm gonna do it too! Oh god, oh god, oh god, YEESSS!" Jo was not as quiet as the woman on the stage had been and most of the audience turned to look at her. With her own eyes closed in her own rapture, she didn't notice.

By the time Jo had recovered and could look back at the couple on the platform, the skinny woman was on her knees, giving her partner a blow job and it was obvious that he was about to cum, he was thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth and breathing hard. Then, "Aaauuuuhhhg." The woman seemed to gag a little, then, began swallowing rapidly. A drop of his cum seeped out of the corner of her mouth as she drained his balls. There was applause from the audience. 

As soon as they left the stage, Harry said, "Come on, Jo, let's show them how a pussy is eaten. Then you can jerk me off."

Harry stood up and offered his hand to her and she followed him up onto the small platform.

When they go onto the stage, Jo found it was covered by some sort of padding. She had worried that she'd be laying on a bare wooden floor.

Harry eased her down onto her back and she spread her legs as he knelt in front of her. He wasted no time and as he brought his face to her beckoning cunt, Jo lunged her hips up to meet him. "My clit, Love, my clit. Suck my clit," she said, loud enough for the audience to hear.

As always, Harry didn't disappoint her and after a quick lick from her ass upwards, his mouth circled her love button, his tongue teasing it. "Oh yes, Love," she sighed aloud, "just like that. You do it so good."

Harry had worked his thumb into her cunt and then, using some of her own juice as lubricant, pushed a finger into her ass. Her reaction was immediate and she began humping wildly. "Yes, damn it, oh god yes," she sobbed, "make me cum, oh god, make me cum!" She was now oblivious of the fact that they were performing for an audience. All Jo knew was that Harry, her lover, was working his sexual magic on her.

With both hands, she grabbed Harry's head, her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, unmindful of the fact that she was all but smothering him. All Jo knew was that the ecstasy of cumming was almost upon her. Nothing else mattered. There was a loud slapping sound as her hipa bounced off the padding.

And then she was there. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned loudly as everry muscle in her body seemed to contrict. She held her breath, savoring the waves of pleasure that washed through her.

As she slowly recovered from that wonderous feeling and fell back, flat on the mat, she heard the sound of applause and several cries of "Bravo". She smiled, knowing that her 'performance' had met with such approval.

Harry was on his back his now fully engorged cock pointing to the ceiling. Jo took the rod in her mouth, not to suck, but, only to lather it with her saliva. She gripped it in one hand and began stroking it. "That's it, Dear," Harry whispered, "Just like that. It's not going to take long."

True to his word, it seemingly took only minutes before he began humping her hand. Jo began stroking faster and faster until a drop of cum oozed out of his cock head. She released her hold on his prick as Harry let out a groan and thrust his hips upwards, and a heavy white rope of cum erupted to fall on his chest. His cock jerked and a second rope of cum shot from it to fall on his belly. Jo could hear women in the audience gasp as a third, larger and heavier white rope erupted violently.

As Harry's cock contiued its jerking motion, more cum oozed out and Jo quickly captured it in her mouth.

As Harry lay there, breathing heavily, Jo crawled up over him, licking the white globs off his belly and chest, winding up with her lips on his as she fed some of his cum to him.

They lay there for several minutes until Harry had recovered, then rose as one and left the stage. Again there was some applause.

When they had returned to their table, Jo looked around the room, seeing couples in all kinds of positions, fucking or getting or giving head.

Harry had picked up his trousers and pulled them on. "Come on, Jo, Let's get out of here." She picked up her gown and shoes and, not bothering to put them on, completely nude, followed Harry out into the parking lot.

It was after two o'clock in the morning by the time they got home. Jo couldn't believe how much time had passed. "Just proves the point," Harry said. "Time flies when you're having fun. You did have fun, didn't you, Jo?

"When can we go back again, Lover man?"



The Game Ch. 03



There was a familiar Ron-shaped lump lying in the center of the bed facing the big screen television.  I could not see his face in the darkness, only his shape, but I knew he was smiling as he watched me approach.  

The remote was at the edge of the bed and I wordlessly picked it up and pushed the “play” button on the VCR control.  Immediately the big screen came to life improving the lighting of the room.  Ron was lying on his stomach.  He was naked except for a towel the covered his ass.  The TV showed a man lying in much the same position as Ron and a sexy blond woman with huge tits.  She was naked and smiling at the man on the screen.  Then she began to massage his legs, and I understood.  

I stepped forward and Ron wordlessly handed me a bottle of massage oil.  I applied a liberal amount to my hands and moved toward him.  The blond on the screen now straddled the man and began to work his back with long soothing strokes.  I imitated her, enjoying the smell of jasmine and the feel of Ron’s hard body under mine.  My fingers moved up and down his spine working the muscles in his back.  My pussy was on the small of his back and I ground gently against him as I worked.  The blond on the T V was doing much the same.

Suddenly there was a quiet noise off to my right.  My fingers instinctively dug into Ron as my head whipped toward the noise.  There on the couch across the room was another person.  A woman, and she had a camera.  I stared at her and felt the terror come back for an instant, but I also imagined what I must look like to her and the tingles came back as well.  

She moved closer to us and it was Michelle.  Holy shit it was Michelle, my best friend.  I relaxed now.  The terror completely left me and I was left feeling nothing but relief and lust.  I could do this in front of Michelle.  I would enjoy doing this in front of Michelle.  Michelle flipped a switch on the wall and two rows of track lighting came to life.  They were not blinding, but I was immediately bathed in an incandescence that made everything clearly visible.  I understood immediately.  It was for the camera.  I smiled at Michelle and licked my lips seductively for the camera and returned to massaging Ron.

The woman on the screen was finishing her work on her partners back and now moved to licking his cock and balls.  I was more than ready to imitate her.  Thank God she was rubbing her own cunt (I love using that word now).  I massaged mine and lay perpendicular to Ron who had rolled over.  My mouth enveloped his mushroom shaped cock head and I licked it with wanton abandon.  I rubbed his balls with my free hand imitating my porn star body double on the television screen.  

Michelle moved in closer and was zooming in on me.   I put on quite a show for her.  I played Ron’s balls, licking his shaft, jerking his cock with my hand as the real porn star on the screen led me through one of the most erotic blowjobs I have ever given.  My eyes were focused on the screen as my porn star body double jerked her partner to orgasm.  Her head was resting on the man’s stomach; her face toward his cock.  She laid the cock across her cheek and jerked the throbbing shaft with her hands.  Her mouth sucked at the base of the shaft as she moaned on his dick to send vibrations across the base of his shaft as she jerked.  Suddenly balls contracted and the woman was summarily covered with stripe after white stripe of semen.  Her moaning increased as if she were also cumming.  

I buried my face into the base of Ron’s rock hard cock.  Moaning into him, his body shivered with pleasure.  I jerked the cock harder.  Michelle was almost on top of me with the camera.  His cock was lying across my face as I rubbed it with both my palm on the bottom and my cheek on the top.  He erupted in orgasm with an intense groan.  I felt his first spurt paint a thick white stripe across my cheek from my chin to the top of my hair. His second spurt was more intense yet covering my forehead and hair with his sticky goo.  I moaned using my lips to apply a vibrating sensation across his cock.

His third and forth ejaculation came immediately.  I heard Michelle gasp and say, “Jesus he can cum.”  The thought of her watching me, filming our home made pornography made me feel even more sexual.  The image in my mind intensified my own pleasure as I continued to jack Ron’s cock with the intensity of a true cum slut.  He was moaning intensely with pleasure as he came again and again.  Five pulses of his cock, then six and seven.  Cum ran down my face in a milky white river as he continued to empty his pleasure sack onto my face.  

Finally his orgasm slowed in waves.  Ron was panting as I continued to lick the base of his softening cock gently.  He shivered in post orgasmic bliss and I felt his body relax.  I lifted my head slowly.  I opened my eyes to see his semi-hard cock oozing the last bit of his seed out of the slit in his cock.  In the background Michelle was still filming.  One hand was inside of her panties as she rubbed her own clit at the exhibitionist seen in front of her.  I smiled at her and semen ran off my cheeks.  I then licked the tip of Ron’s cock gently collecting the last of his ooze on my tongue.  She was zooming in on me as I swallowed the tangy liquid.  

My own pussy was on fire and wet with my own juices.  I was dying to fuck, but Ron simply said, “Cut.  Sara please go to the bathroom and get cleaned up for scene 2.”

I was dying.  Was he fucking kidding.  I needed to get laid so bad I couldn’t think straight.  Michelle turned off the camera and took me by the hand leading me away from the cock I wanted so bad and into the bathroom.  “That was hot.  Clean up and you can get yours.”  Her eyes glimmered with lust and anticipation as she closed the door on me. 

I turned to the mirror and saw my cum coated face for the first time.  My hair on my left side was matted to my head.  My face looked like I had been bobbing for apples in a vat of Elmer’s glue.  I smiled at myself as I took Ron’s towel from the rack and wiped him from my face.  I washed my face as best I could, but I still had a light glaze on my face and hair.  A shower was the only thing that was going to totally remove the evidence of his orgasm.  

On the back of the toilet a blue envelope was taped to the toilet tank.  It was not there when I went into the bathroom the first time.  I suspiciously turned the envelope over in my hands knowing that neither Michelle nor Ron could have been the messenger of this envelope.  I opened the envelope slowly.  Written in handwriting that I didn’t recognize was a short note that said:

“Sara, scene 2 begins now.  Return to the bed and push play on the VCR.  You are to become the blond woman on the screen.”

I read the note again paying particular attention to the handwriting.  It was definitely not Ron’s or Michelle’s.  The nervousness hit me again with the thought that perhaps Michelle was not our only voyeur.  A shiver of excitement raced through my spine.  “Fuck it.” I thought.  “Let the world watch.”  I put the envelope and note on the back of the toilet and confidently opened the door to the bathroom.  I moved through the darkened basement toward the bed as my pussy throbbed in anticipation.  I was praying that I would get fucked like I have never been fucked before.  

When it was over, I was definitely fucked like I never had been before.   

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I returned to the dimly lit room with the bed in the middle.  No one was there.  I looked around carefully inspecting every corner of the room.  There was a reclining chair in one corner of the room.  It was empty. 

The TV glowed with a blue screen at the foot of the bed.  On top of the television was the camera on a small tripod.  The red record light glowed brightly as it filmed the bed.  I curled my toes in the plush carpet and felt very naked standing there knowing there were at least two other people somewhere in the house with me.  

I smiled to myself as I climbed on top of the bed and picked up the remote.  I selected VCR and my finger hovered over the play button.  I knew when I pushed it something unique and new was going to happen, and the anticipation made me horny as hell.  My nipples stood out and were tight and hard.  I lightly pinched them and felt the familiar tingles roll down my body to my pussy.  

“Enough anticipation,” I thought.  I pushed play.  The screen blazed to life and a naked woman was lying on the bed on her back.  She was rubbing her pussy and pinching her nipples.  I was only to happy to mimic the action I watched and began rubbing my finger across my wet slit.   I played to the camera spreading my legs widely.  I opened myself displaying my inner pussy to the camera just as the masturbating woman did on the screen.  

I was lost in my own feelings of pleasure and exhibitionism as I watched the masturbation scene on the television unfold.  Suddenly another woman came into view on the screen.  She was a brunette with huge fake breasts and a shaved pussy.  She came to the woman on the bed wielding an assortment of vibrating dildos in each hand.  The woman on the screen moaned and said, “Yes. Fuck me” as the brunette began to kiss her.  

I heard the closet door open and my fingers froze on my clit.  I turned my head and saw the silhouette of a beautiful woman that I immediately recognized as Michelle.  She was naked and shaved and looked sexy as hell.  She also was carrying toys in her hands and my pussy flooded at the thought of what was about to happen.  She came to me and kissed me on the mouth.  It was not like the brief intimate kiss we shared in St. Louis, but more hungry and wet.  Her tongue swirled in my mouth and I was compelled to draw her into me.  My own fingers were replaced by hers as she began to masturbate me.  

“You are one sexy bitch, Sara.” she said in a whisper.  “Now let’s get dirty for the camera baby.”

I was lost in my own lust and could only respond by kissing her more deeply and opening my legs wider to giver her complete access to my sopping cunt.  Her fingers entered me and I moaned in the satisfaction of the feeling.  I was grinding against her magical touch as her mouth lowered to my nipples.  Fireworks exploded in my pussy as her mouth and hands worked my body together.  Another finger entered me filling me up.  I had only ever had two fingers in me before, but now she worked in a third.  I was on fire and realized I was moaning loudly in pleasure as she fucked me.

Suddenly she removed her hands and sat next to me.  She knew I was ready to explode from her ministrations.  She slowly began pouring some KY lubrication on one of the toys and I knew she intended to fuck me with it.  I was dying in anticipation.  She positioned me on my knees with my face buried in a pillow.  My ass was facing the camera and I could imagine what my wet pussy and ass must look like to the mechanical eye that was watching me.  I shivered in pleasure.  She whispered in my ear, “Put on a good show for the camera baby.”

I felt her move behind me and begin rubbing the tip against my swollen pussy lips.  I moaned out and rocked backwards trying to get the tip to penetrate my molten core.  She slowly pushed the 8 inch plastic cock inside me.  I groaned in pleasure.  Slowly at first, but then increasing speed she began to fuck my wet pussy. 

“Fuck it like a good little slut Sara,” she said seductively and then slapped my ass cheek with her other hand, hard.  I cried out as her hand stung my ass leaving an outline of her fingers in a red burning print upon my ass.  The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain drove me higher and higher into the zenith of pleasure.  

SMACK.  Another hand print on my other cheek and I almost came, but the wave continued to build.  She was ramming my pussy with the plastic cock now.  Hard and fast, and then a new sensation came.  It was so unexpected and new that at first I could only glow in the pleasure of it.  A soft and wet feeling crossed the tight rose bud of my ass.  It was an incredible feeling mingled with the stinging of my cheeks and the pleasure of my pussy.  

Oh dear God she was licking my asshole.  The thought of it, the feeling of it, the imagery in my mind’s eye of what the camera must be capturing, drove me wild with lust.  I moaned and heard myself cry out, “Fuck me.  Lick my asshole more.  Tongue fuck my butt.”

I had never in my life had anyone touch me in this way, but I could not help but lose myself in the pleasure it brought me.  Her hot mouth left my tight asshole and I moaned in disappointment.  Seconds later a cool feeling of a well lubed finger came to my tight little butt.  It did not try to enter but rather massaged my outer ass ring gently as the dildo relentlessly banged in and out of pussy.

Finally with slow increasing pressure her digit entered my ass.  I groaned at the stinging pain and pleasure of the experience.  Slowly she entered me deeper, and for the first time in my life I had someone in my ass.  After the initial inch of penetration my ass relaxed and took in the invading digit more easily.  

She slowly worked the finger in and out of my ass and I could feel her finger in my rubbing against the dildo between the thin sheath of skin between my ass and pussy.  I found that with her finger in my ass, my desire to cum increased but found it impossible to push myself over the edge.  My sexual tension continued to climb higher than I thought possible keeping me on the brink of orgasm but not able to explode. 

Another finger now entered my ass.  She twisted her hand opening me up wider.  The second finger would not go as easily.  I wanted it, but was clenching tightly around her hand due both to the stinging pain and the proximity to orgasm.  

Then I heard her sultry voice, “Push out to let it in.”  I understood then, and let myself relax and push lightly.  Two fingers entered immediately.  

“Oh god yeah, fuck me like that.  Fuck my ass.” I cried.  The walls crumbled around me and both my holes were spread wide.  The urge to pee hit me from nowhere.  I could not stop it.  

“Stop or I’m gonna pee.   Please stop.”, I cried.

“No way baby.  You are gonna cum not pee and its going to be like nothing you ever have felt before.” I heard her lust filled voice say.

Finally I let go.  My body exploded in orgasm and my pussy gushed like a fountain flooding my thighs and Michelle.  I screamed and screamed in the most intense pleasure I have ever felt.  Michelle was behind me yelling, “Oh yeah baby let it go.  Do it.  Cum for me.” 

My orgasm rolled through my body like a freight train.  Contraction after contraction rolled through my stomach and pussy.  I came and came and came.

When it was over I collapsed forward on my stomach and let the waves of orgasmic joy wash over me.  My ass was open and felt like a truck had driven through it.  It was an intensely erotic feeling.   My pussy was flowing with juices as I panted to catch my breath.

Michelle came to me and kissed my cheek lightly.  “Mmmm I can still taste Ron.” She giggled.

I smiled at her and saw how wet she was.  Her face was drenched in my juice and my orgasm dripped down her chest.  “Did I do that?” I asked bewildered at my own body’s capability to cum.

“Yes baby and it was great.”, she said.  I kissed her mouth and tasted myself on it.  It was a sweet and tangy taste that I loved.  

She turned me over and faced me to the camera and leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Smile and wave to the folks upstairs.  They just got a hell of a show.”

My face went pale and then crimson.  I thought the camera was recording not broadcasting.  I heard laughter upstairs as my face must have shown my revelation.  

“Come on honey.  Let’s go to the bathroom and clean up.” Michelle said.  She took me by the hand and led me away from the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.  I was in a daze of orgasmic bliss and unreality.  I felt as though I had just stepped through the looking glass.  

One question loomed.  Who was upstairs?

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Michelle led me back into the white light of the bathroom.  It was her cum covered reflection that struck me as incredible this time.  She was smiling and her eyes glimmered with lust and excitement.  My own face showed only confusion and anxiety.  She took my hand and brought it to her left breast and traced my fingers down her soaking body.  Then she licked my fingers clean of my own pussy juice.

“Bet you didn’t know you could do that,” she said still smiling.   I smiled and again realized she was my best friend in the world and had just shared something incredible with me.  She saw my mixture of emotions on my face as only a true friend can and said, “Hon it’s all good.”

I relaxed and hugged her tightly needing to feel her body against mine as both proof that this was really happening and an affirmation of the love I felt for her in that moment.  

As the moment passed and I became more myself, I turned to her and said, “So are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

She laughed lightly and said, “We are fulfilling your fantasy, of course.”, as if this explained everything.  

She continued, “It was actually Ron’s idea.  He has a hell of an imagination.  He recruited me to help after you spilled your guts on the St. Louis festival of sex.  I wondered if you would tell him or not.”

“Anyway, he came to me with this fantasy of yours; me being the ideal candidate for your voyeur.  We talked at length and the ideas started coming and well here we are.  Ron thought it best if we sort of eased you into your fantasy in three phases.  I came up with the filming a porn movie idea.  It’s a nice touch if I do say so myself.  So anyway, Ron decided that the first phase would be for you to do something sexual on camera thinking I was the only witness.  The second phase was to have you and a woman on camera with other people watching without you knowing until the end.  I of course happily volunteered.  I always wondered if I could get a woman to cum like you did.  And damn girl it was a flood. You could be a real porn star with that squirting pussy of yours.”  Michelle smiled watching my reaction.

My head was spinning as she spoke.  So I was really doing all of this to an audience.  Holy shit, the thought of it made me instantly wet again.  I imagined what I must have looked like to them.  How much of a slut I must appear to be.  The thought made me shiver in a guilty lust.

She continued, “So you have done the first two easing in phases of your fantasy.  We have fulfilled half of your sexy request.  There is only one thing left.”

I looked at her puzzled.  I looked back at the mirror where on the edge was still taped my fantasy.

“Ron,

I want to watch myself get fucked.  I want people to watch me get fucked.  I want to look into strange eyes and see my orgasm reflected in them while I get fucked.  

Sara”

Realization hit me.  This all was just a warm up.  I was going to get fucked in front of God and everyone else that was in this house.  The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.  My pussy tingled at the thought and my stomach rolled with butterflies.  Fantasy was one thing, but confronted with the reality of it all made my head spin.  

“Connecting the dots are we?”, Michelle asked as she smiled at me.

She took my hand and got me into the shower stall.  “Time to clean up for round 3 hon.  You are going to totally love this.  Let’s hurry, I am sure you are almost has horny as me.”.  

We washed each other sensuously in the shower removing all traces of my pussy from her body.  I soaped her soft skin and got lost in the sensuality of it.  She ran a sponge over my entire body.  She spent extra time on my ass, spreading my cheeks and washing me deeply inside.  “Just a little extra attention that you might need.”, she said smiling at me.  The feeling of her soapy fingers rubbing my ass and the implication of her words sent shivers down my spine.




The Game Ch. 03



When she was done she said, “Now me.”

She turned her back to me and bent over bringing her own hands to her cheeks and spread her ass wide for me.  I admired the tight rosebud in the center of her ass and used a liberal amount of soap on her.  I ran my finger between her cheeks and slowly pushed into her as she had done to me.  She moaned and clenched tightly on my finger.  It was an amazing feeling.  

When we were thoroughly clean inside and out we both stepped out of the shower.  She put on a robe and left me naked with only a towel.  She took the towel from me and said, “Sorry hun.  Naked is the only way you get to be today. It’s your fantasy.”

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She led me back to the bedroom completely naked.  We entered and she led me to the bed.  Around the perimeter of the room there was now a row of chairs.  Sitting casually and silently there were 8 people.  Four men and four women sat alternating each seat.  Each wore only a bathrobe and some of the men immediately made small tents in their lap as I entered the room nude.  No one spoke as Michelle led me to the bed.

Two of our audience had video cameras and this time on the television was an image of me on the bed.  Michelle put me in the middle of the bed as the two camera operators (one man and one woman) began filming me at different angles.  I watched picture in picture the images of their cameras as my body was reflected to me in a way I had never experienced before.  

I recognized a few of the people as Ron’s friends.  God what must they think of me.  Ron was nowhere to be seen.  

Michelle sat next to me on the bed and positioned me in a spread eagle position that still allowed me to see the television.  I found myself becoming aroused at my naked image.  My pussy was open and wet in a way I had never seen it.  Michelle ran her hands across my tits, playing gently with my nipples.  

I shivered in anticipation as Ron entered the room.  He was also naked and his cock was hard as a rock.  He joined me on the bed as Michelle withdrew.  He kissed me on the lips and momentarily I lost sight of myself on the screen, as my world slowly closed around me until there was only he and I.  I forgot about our voyeurs briefly and just enjoyed the feel of his body against mine and his tongue in my mouth.

Slowly he kissed me lower.  He licked my nipples that immediately became rock hard again.  I opened my eyes to see myself again with this wonderful man licking my nipples and moving lower.  He kissed my flat stomach.  His fingers found my clit and worked me in the way he knew I loved.  His mouth continued to move lower.  The camerawoman zoomed on my wet pussy as his tongue found my clit.  

My pussy lit up like a Christmas tree. Tingles rolled throughout my body.  His tongue entered me and I could see him stroking his cock on the television although I could not see this directly.  I loved the sight of us.  It was incredible.  I ground my hips against his face. 

Then Michelle came into the screen.  She came to my mouth kissing me gently.  “Show me how good you can make me feel baby.”, she said as she straddled my face.  Her fingers found my nipples and Ron continued to lick my pussy.  I licked her pussy tentatively and then deeply. I sucked her clit into my mouth and used my tongue to bathe her hot button with swirling circles.  She was dripping and tasted amazingly sweet.

As if on queue one of the men from the audience came behind Michelle.  He began licking her ass as I continued to suck on her cunt.  She was groaning with the feel of two tongues on her.  Then the man kneeled behind her and I thought I would have to stop licking her to let his cock in her pussy.  To my surprise he spread her ass cheeks and after lubing her liberally with KY, he slid his member into her ass.  I watched him slowly enter her and begin fucking her ass, his balls only inches from my face.  

He fucked her slow at first and I could hear her guttural moans and imagined what she must be feeling.  I continued to lick her clit, enjoying the taste of her, as the man’s balls occasionally slapped my forehead.  I was in heaven and could feel my own excitement building.

Michelle came quickly, flooding my face in orgasmic juices as she moaned out her pleasure for the man filming her.  I watched as the unknown man’s balls contracted and emptied themselves into my friend’s ass.  They both groaned together in orgasmic bliss.  Slowly the man pulled himself from her ass with an audible pop.  Cum oozed down her pussy lips and for a brief moment I tasted them both.   Then they were gone to leave me to my own fuck.

My own pussy was soaked now and Ron now wanted to bury his throbbing cock inside me.  I was only too willing.  He stood at the edge of the bed and held my legs apart and entered me.  He buried himself inside me with two strokes and I could feel the waves or orgasm starting.  

I looked to my left and saw two men stroking themselves as they watched me.  The two women on my left were naked.  There robes around their ankles and their pussies spread wide as they rubbed themselves.  This was hot.  Jesus.

I looked to my right and saw the couple there.  The woman was straddling the man’s lap and I could see his cock pounding in and out of her as she cantered on him.  The other two were filming but the man was hard as a rock.  The woman was also hot with lust but did not stop zooming in on my pussy that was being deeply fucked by Ron.

Ron stopped fucking me briefly and spoke to me for the first time.  He sat on the bed facing the television, his cock pointing straight up and slick with my pussy juice.  “Sit on me”, was his only words.  I scrambled on top of him and faced the television also.  I straddled his lap and slowly tried to lower myself down on him.  His hands held my butt and inch away from the tip of my goal.  

I tried to lower myself, but he held me up just an inch.  He slid me forward slightly and then lowered me so that the tip of his cock rested not against my gaping and willing pussy but against my very tight virgin asshole.  I understood and was both aroused and afraid.  I wanted it, but didn’t.  Jesus.

He whispered in my ear, “Tell me you want it.”

I responded decisively by lowering myself harder against him trying to relax my ass enough to let him inside me. 

“Say it,” he said still holding me.

“I want it.” I said in a whisper.

“What do you want?”, he asked.  “I want to hear you say it. I want everyone to hear you say it.”

“I want you in my ass.  Fuck my ass baby.” I said seductively in a loud voice.

He released me and his hard cock pressed with increasing pressure against my tight sphincter.   Michelle’s words came back to me, “Push out to let it in.”

I relaxed and pushed. I lowered myself and he entered my ass for the first time.  Stinging pain and pleasure unlike anything I have ever contemplated filled me.  Both the man and woman filming zoomed in and I watched the television in awe as my ass stretched to accept Ron’s cock.  The eroticism of the visual imagery drove me to slide down on him further.  The pain slowed and was replaced with a feeling of fullness so complete that my pussy was oozing with heated desire.  

Michelle was then there with her face between my legs.  Her tongue licked me and I felt her finger enter my pussy.  I could feel her finger on Ron’s cock and he moaned in pleasure.  She was masturbating him through the wall of my cunt.  Holy fuck.  She lowered her mouth and licked his balls while I watched the scene unfold in front of me.  

Our voyeurs were all now naked and fucking themselves or each other.  Two women were to my right using toys on each other while two guys jacked off over them.  I turned in time to see the first one cum spraying his milky white jiz across the women.  This spurred the women to orgasm together as hot cum covered them.

Across the room the other couple was watching us having already completed their own initial orgasm.  The woman was on her knees licking a semi-soft well glazed cock while he watched me.  

I was almost ready to cum myself feeling the mini-orgasms hit me over and over again, building toward an incredible climax that only anal sex can produce.  Michelle finished with my pussy and I groaned as she withdrew.  “Oh you want more in your pussy?,” she asked teasingly.

“God yes. I need my pussy fucked.” I said expecting her to return to me.

Instead she took the camera from the man that was filming us.  I examined him closely for the first time.  He was black and muscular.   His crew cut was tight against his head and his cock was hard.  It was at least 8 inches long and seemed to be growing by the second.  

He stroked himself and came forward and bent down close to me.  I could smell is lust and need as if it billowed off of him like smoke from a forest fire.  I could not believe what was going to happen.  He moved forward and put his tip against my pussy.  Ron was grinding in and out of my ass and this sexy black man was about to fuck me at the same time.  

“Tell me you want it you little white slut.”, he said to me.

I heard my own voice groan and say, “I want it.  Give me that cock.”

He entered me slowly leaning over my body.  Two cocks in me together.  I could feel them.  My lover was in my ass and this stranger was in my pussy.  I held onto his shoulders as he entered me deeply.  Ron was supporting my back and as I looked at the television screen, I could see Ron and this black man’s face were separated only by my own.  

The other camera was capturing the impossible penetration going on below my waist.  My pussy was filled with black cock.  My ass was filled with Ron.  We slowly got into a rhythm together and I could see and hear their balls slapping together as they fucked me.  

I closed my eyes and let go.  The orgasm started as a slow rolling wave in my stomach and grew and grew until I was screaming, “God yes.”, at the top of my lungs.  The men pumped me with more urgency.  Each of us reached our own climax, but we were also cumming together as one.  

I exploded when Ron erupted in my ass.  The force of his orgasm filled my butt with what felt like a gallon of hot sticky semen.  The black man was grunting and I watched from two angles as his cock erupted inside me.  My pussy gushed again spraying my wet sticky juice over four balls.  I was screaming in ecstasy and grinding myself against them madly.  I held the strong black shoulders for balance until my orgasm peaked and dropped me limply on top of my lover, Ron.  He held me close as his cock softened in my ass. 

The black man withdrew from me and the camera zoomed on my pussy.  I watched my gaping cunt as it oozed its creamy contents all over Ron’s balls and down to the sheet below.  

I lay contented and sated in Ron’s arms as the eight people put on their robes and left the room.  Michelle was the last to leave and before closing the door she turned to us and said, “My God you two are incredible.”

Ron held me until my breathing returned to normal and his cock slipped out of my ass.  He whispered to me, “So was that ok for your first fantasy?”.

We both giggled like children and I kissed him.  “I love you.” I said and meant it.

“I love you too.  Now how about a shower?”, he asked.

“Only if after we can order a pizza, watch the video we made, and fuck like rabbits all night.” I replied.

“Deal.”, he said and we both walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom.  

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The Game Ch. 04



Part 4 – Crucible

Michelle stared at him, not hiding the defiance she was feeling. In their time together, she'd rarely cried and certainly never begged. She now fully understood the challenge she'd accepted. He wanted to break her, and she had a choice to either endure or quit. In her heart she knew she would not be broken, and quitting meant losing, so her only choice was to endure. The last thing she saw as he brought the blindfold down over her eyes was his beautiful smile mocking her.

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In her private darkness, Michelle marveled at her husbands attention to detail. The wireless headphones were lightweight, but blocked out any ambient sounds. All she could hear was his voice through the microphone he wore; and the ethereal music that had no discernible beat, so she had no concept of time. The thick blindfold was soft and comfortable and absolutely no light could penetrate. It wrapped around her head, and under her chin, ending in a stiff snug fitting collar. She could move her head side to side and up, but would not be able to lower her chin. She concentrated, hoping to feel the movement of the room air or a slight draft to determine the direction she faced. The air in the room was warm and still and fragranced with a combination of musk, spice, and her own recent secretions. She detected no hint of Mark's cologne. Even if he stood directly in front of her, she wouldn't be able to tell.

Standing on the balls of her feet, she tugged lightly at the silk cord that bound her hands and held her stretched and partially suspended. Placing her feet flat on the floor stretched her arms, and standing on her toes strained her calf muscles. The spreader bar that held her legs 4' apart pulled at her inner thighs and buttocks. The plug that still impaled her stretched her sphincter to burning, but her rectum would not yield and expel the invading object. She was growing accustomed to the pressure of the Japanese clamps on her nipples, labia, and clitoris. A single chain connected all 9 clamps to a ring on the chin strap of the blindfold. The slightest twitch or shiver reminded her that the clamps caused real pain. Michelle couldn't help but smile at her husbands genius. Even if he never touched her, just hanging in the darkness with these seemingly minor discomforts would eventually become excruciating.

"Something amuses you?" Marks voice came to her through the headphones. She had no idea how near or far he was.

"No" she answered, shaking her head and immediately regretting it as felt the pull of the clamps. She paused to let the pain subside. "I'm just amazed by how thorough you are. You seem to have thought of everything." She felt the cord cutter between her bound palms. Pulling up on it would break the bands and end the game.

"Yes, I have." He said. She could hear the smile in his voice. "You haven't had dessert yet, have you?"

Michelle smiled when the aroma of coffee and cocoa reached her nose. She opened her mouth to receive the tiny spoonful of TirimiSu, her favorite dessert. "Mmmmm...", she moaned ready for more. She felt the next spoonful touch the space between her nose and top lip. Lifting her chin to receive it, she felt the sharp pull on the clamps. In spite of the pain, she couldn't help but be impressed by the irony of his device. She would be forced to torture herself to enjoy this dessert. As the creamy confection melted down her throat, and the clamps pulled viscously on her tenderest parts, she understood what he meant by blending pleasure and pain.

Dessert finished and skin almost numb from the pressure of the clamps, Michelle was pleasantly surprised to feel his bare chest pressed against hers. His foot on the spreader bar held her feet flat on the floor, putting all of her weight on her arms. The whimper she'd been fighting finally escaped when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You're in pain, aren't you?" he whispered, kissing her roughly. He moved his body against hers, jiggling the clamps that now brought tears to her eyes.

"Y...y...yes..." she stuttered, trying to keep the pain out of her voice. She barely noticed his hand moving up the inside of her thigh, until she felt him tap the clamp that was crushing her clitoris.

"I think you're lying." he said. "I think it feels good to you, doesn't it?"

"Nooo..." she whimpered, finally giving voice to her pain.

"Tell me how good it feels."

"It hurts--" Michelle gasped when she felt the vibrations. She immediately recognized the size and shape of the small vibrator he pushed into her. 

"I know it feels good, cuz you're dripping." He massaged the area around the aching clitoris, making her squirm and pull harder on the chained clamps. She felt his left arm move around behind her, and shuddered when the vibrating plug came to life. He held her tightly, moving her body, forcing her to ride the vibrator even as she was being tortured with the clamps. "Tell me how good it feels," he growled. "Tell me you want more pain."

"Noooo...noooo..." she almost sobbed. "It hurts...." she sighed in relief when she felt the movement and vibrations end. She was grateful when he kissed her lips, and lowered her chin.

"Tell me what you want."

"Please...remove...the...clamps..."

"As you wish, Milady." Michelle heard what was coming in his voice. The scream escaped her lips before he even touched the chain. White lightning flashed behind the blindfold as the pain of the clamps being snatched from her body buckled her knees. She had no idea how long she hung there. Her arms ached. Through the haze of pain, she felt Mark pressing something cool and moist to her aching nipples and swollen labia. Her throat was dry and she eagerly accepted the straw of peach nectar he pressed to her lips.

She was still panting when she felt him pull her into his arms, crushing her throbbing nipples to his bare chest. "You understand now, don't you?" Her assent was barely audible. "I want you to let go. I want you give voice to whatever you are feeling." He reached down, moving his fingers in the heat between her legs. He gently massaged the sore area, her juices allowing his fingers to easily enter in spite of the pain. "That's it...moan for me. I know it hurts, but it feels good, doesn't it?

Michelle relaxed against him and let the moan of pleasure and whimper of pain express her feelings. As he kissed her and massaged her, she felt the growing pressure; and was shocked to feel the first waves of orgasm break through the pain.

"Excellent." Mark said. "Excellent. I am soooo pleased." He stroked her hair. "Are you ok?"

"Yes...she whispered." The pain in her nipples, labia, and clitoris were subsiding with the last shudders of orgasm. When she felt the straw again pressed against her lips, she drank until he removed it. She was angry with herself for the scream. She was angry with herself for collapsing so quickly. Well, if he wanted her screams and moans then fine, he could have them. She straightened herself, resting on her toes, equalizing the pressure on her arms and legs. But she would not beg!

"I see you've composed yourself." His voice came to her unexpectedly. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes." Michelle said evenly.

She recognized the feel of the rubber flogger as it teasingly played over her skin. It was quite unnerving to feel the slap and not hear it. It actually felt good on her back. Still sensitive from the spanking, it tingled on the buttocks and thighs. She tried counting but lost count as the weight of the blows increased. She let her mind drift into the music and darkness as the gentle strokes turned to hard snaps against her skin. Unable to anticipate anything, Michelle relaxed and submitted herself to the increasing pain.

After the rubber warmed her skin, the sharp nylon flogger shocked her. She'd felt its scrape before, but in the darkness with no warning, she found herself gasping. All over her body, each blow felt like a sandpaper, raising the temperature of her skin from warm to red hot. She tried to stay still, but the burning scrape made her writhe and flinch away. 

Her skin still burning from the slap and scrape of the floggers, Michelle kept her silence. Her barely controlled breathing the only evidence of her discomfort. Whimpers came when she felt the pin pricks on her back, and on her breasts, and down her thighs. Her breath came in sharp gasps as he pressed and scratched the spiked gloves over every inch of her body. 

"So you do feel, don't you." She felt the discarded gloves slide down her legs, pricking her feet as they hit the floor. His bare hands felt cool on her burning skin. His teeth on her still throbbing nipple made her finally cry out. "God, you are so beautiful right now." he said, stroking between her legs again. She felt his dripping fingers brush her lips. "Taste yourself." he said. "Suck...see how sweet you are to me." She gagged as he forced his salty fingers deeper into her mouth. "Reeelaaax." he encouraged, stroking the back of her throat as he caressed her still tender clitoris. She sucked hungrily as he moved his fingers in and out of her mouth, and rode his hand as his fingers filled her, bringing her to orgasm again. Exhausted, she felt herself floating in the music and darkness, vaguely aware of the lemon sorbet being spooned into her mouth.

The scream came when pain exploded across her back as the knotted cat pounded her flesh. She felt the cool moisture and burning sting as welts were raised. All over her body, the hard coarse leather bit into her, forcing more screams with every blow. "Your body is glistening right now," she heard through the headphones. "You're dripping. You want more, don't you."

"P...p...please..." Michelle said, her voice hoarse from screaming "...no...more."

"Tell me you want more--" The cat scraped down her breasts... "or give up and end the game."...and back up between her legs, drawing another scream.

Breathless and in pain, Michelle found a way to hold herself up. "I...want...more." She had screamed and moaned, but she hadn't begged....and she wasn't about to give up and end the game.

"I knew you could do it," Mark said. Michelle took some satisfaction in the fact that he sounded winded. She bit into the strawberries he offered her, ignoring the juice running down her chin. Then his arms were around her, and he was kissing her, his sweat burning the welts on her chest. She felt his lips on her neck, and between her breasts, and she sighed deeply when he gently suckled at each breasts, his tongue lingering on each nipple. "I am sooo pleased with you." he said. When his tongue moved below her navel, she felt his breath on her naked mound. Even as she winced at the scrape of his fingernails on her buttocks, she felt herself melt into the pleasure of his probing tongue; and when his lips wrapped around her swollen clitoris, she choked on a sob and relaxed to let the orgasm take her.

"You did ask for more, didn't you?" With no warning, she felt him tap the cane against her welted buttocks. Nothing for a second, but then the pain planted itself deep into her bottom, took root, and blossomed into pure purple agony. She felt herself floating into the musical darkness even as she steeled herself for more blows. She distantly felt the repeated thud of the cane on the buttocks and thighs. She didn't realize she was crying and sobbing until the sound of Mark's voice penetrated her darkness.

"Cut the bands and end the game. There's no shame in surrender."

"No...," she sobbed breathlessly. "I want more..."

"Your tears are so beautiful", he said, licking the moisture that appeared at the edges of the blindfold. "You want to come again, don't you? Go ahead...ask me to make you come. I won't consider it begging." She felt the long hard object he moved back and forth between her legs, it's vibrations arousing her through the pain. "You want this inside you, don't you?" She felt juices running down her thighs, stinging the welts there. As she moved to maintain contact with what she recognized as her favorite toy, she felt him pull it away. "Not until you ask nicely."

At the first flick of the single tail whip, Michelle screamed. Nothing she'd felt so far had prepared her for the sharp sting. Instinctively she moved away, only to feel the sting no matter which way she turned. The repeated and unpredictable stings denied her any retreat into darkness. There was no relaxing or submitting to the pain. Each flick brought new screams and sobs. The whip tore into every spot on her body. Sweat dripped into the welts, stinging and burning even more.

"What do you want me to do?" Between strikes, Mark's voice found his way through her mind bending pain. "Go ahead...tell me."

"Stop!" she cried. "P...p...please...stop."

"You want to end the game?" More blows.

"No...just stop...please--" Exhausted, Michelle no longer moved, only shuddering or jerking spasmodically with each blow.

"Then ask nicely."

"Master...Mark..." she sobbed. "Please...stop..."

"As you wish, Milady." Mark whispered gently. She felt his arms close around her, and took comfort in the warmth of his kiss even as his sweat burned her welts. "I'm going to make you come now. You did better than I ever imagined." As his hands gently stroked her swollen and welted buttocks, Michelle felt the vibrating plug come to life inside her. Still unable to move, she only shuddered when she felt her favorite toy vibrating in the moisture between her legs. When the rotating shaft entered her, and the tickler hit it's mark, her sobs mixed with sighs, and as the orgasm took her, she felt herself sinking into beautiful darkness.

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Michelle had no idea what time it was, or how long she'd been there. She awoke to find herself on her stomach in the king sized bed, Mark kneeling beside the bed, pressing cool towels to her bruised and broken skin. She winced as she rolled on her side to face him. "Don't try to move," he whispered. "You've been through a lot. You need to rest." In spite of the pain, she needed to feel him against her, and she reached out her arms to pull him closer. Tears, the only evidence of her silent crying, she brushed her lips against his chest and neck, searching hungrily for his mouth. "No, Michelle...you're still in pain." he said, standing. Moving slowly, she wrapped a trembling hand around his penis, rubbing and squeezing until it grew. She heard his breath quicken even as he tried to pull her hand away. Ignoring the pain, Michelle forced herself to sit up on the edge of the bed. 

"Please" she whispered, no longer ashamed to beg. Wrapping her arms around his thighs, pulling herself to him, she felt his body stiffen. Deeply inhaling his scent, she moved her tongue along his swelling shaft. As her lips found the head, she felt him roughly pulling her arms from around hs waist, pushing her away. 

"I said no. The comfort you get is the comfort I give you. You do not take what is not offered."

"Mark...Master...please..." She reached for him again. Her eyes went wide at the sharp slap; her hand immediately moving to her stung her cheek; hurt and anger flashing in her eyes. Instinctively, she lashed out to return the insult, only to find both wrists held tightly in his hands. She struggled lightly, already weakened by the pain she'd endured.

"If you cannot obey, end the game." He stared down at her, a mocking sneer on his face. "If you cannot submit, end the game." Letting go of her wrists, his voice softened. "I've always admired your spirit. I think that's why I fell in love with you; but if you pit your will against mine, and don't just end the game...you will be broken." 

...to be continued. 



The Game Ch. 04



I woke the next morning to the annoying sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled to the side of the bed, my face falling in direct sunlight, and I cursed my laziness in not closing the curtains properly the night before. I finally grabbed the phone, pulled it to my ear, and grunted. A deep voice responded briefly.

"Letterbox."

I responded intelligently. "Huh?" The phone clicked in my ear in response, and I lay back on the bed, trying to get my eyes to work again, along with my brain.

A few minutes later, I figured out what the call meant. Then I realised that I'd better retrieve whatever it was, before someone else did. I jumped from the bed and threw on my robe. As I raced out of the house and down the path, I realised I was acting a little strangely. Slowing down, I walked calmly to the letterbox, and opened it, not quite knowing what to expect.

Inside was a small envelope. Plain white, sealed, with my name computer-printed on the front. I resisted the temptation to open it, put it in my robe pocket, and walked up the path, and into the house.

Back in my room, I sat on the bed, and stared nervously at the envelope. Well, nervously, but with more than a touch of arousal. This game was turning me on more than I would have believed. Finally I tore it open, and pulled out the single piece of white paper inside. It was computer printed as well, plainly.

I can pretend it was accidental as long as I like, but the fact is, before I read the words, I opened my robe, exposing my breasts to the heat of the morning sun, and my thighs to the clutch of my eager hand. 

As my fingers felt between the suddenly slippery folds, and nonchalantly caressed me, I started to read.

The 'day off' is over. The game continues.

Oh, God. I needed two fingers, and stroked myself more deliberately.

11AM This morning.

Quick glance at the clock. Little bit of time. I squeezed my fingers between my thighs.

Drama Department theatre.

Drama? Oh! Wriggle, wriggle.

Prop room behind the stage.

I've been in there. Warm and musty. Crowded with costumes and stuff. Mmmm...

Wear anything you want.

Oh, God, just this robe, maybe? Why am I so wet?

But take it off when you get there

Off? Oh, fuck! That's bad! And I want to! I was frantic now, and pummelled myself with my fingertips...

Yes, all of it.

No! Oh God, yes!

And then lie down on the bed.

I could barely read. My body was on fire. I was horrified, and ecstatic.

Birch

I read the last word, and fell back on the bed, dropped the paper, and pulled my legs up. I spread my knees and attacked my wetness with one hand, while the other dealt severely with my breasts. It only took a few seconds before I came. It was lovely, hard, and incredibly fast.

I lay there, panting and sweating, and tried to calm myself down. It only partially worked, and eventually I pulled myself up from the bed, and ran for the security of the shower. 

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I was ready with plenty of time to spare, but then sat around, worrying. I'd been stunned so many times in the last few days by what I would actually do, that I didn't know quite what to think. Eventually I picked up my backpack, and left the house. 

I took my time with the walk, strolling through the park, and, ridiculously enough, relaxing. 

The Drama Department was hidden away in an older part of the school; brick buildings shaded by large trees. The department had originally been on the property of an old church that had burnt down. The church sold the land and remaining real estate and moved to somewhere more sensible. The school was smart enough to adapt rather than destroy, just for a change, and as a result the drama students had a facility with more character than you could reasonably expect. The prop room had been converted over and over, walls added and removed through the years, and the whole area was now a rabbit warren of small hallways, cubby-holes, and bizarrely shaped spaces.

I might have relaxed on the way over, but I was nervous again as I approached the entrance to the building. Not just nervous though, if you know what I mean.

I had to walk down the hallway beside the theatre to get to the prop room, and my shoes squeaked on the tiled floors as I passed, echoing weirdly. I'd been here before, but only during classes. It was very quiet today. Spooky.

Opening the arched doors at the end of the hallway, I stepped into a carpeted area, and the noise level from my walking dropped. Of course, that meant I couldn't hear anyone else, either. I wandered through another set of doors into the prop room, and was stunned again by both the smell and the colours. 

Racks covered the walls, and stood in what seemed random arrangements on the floors, all filled with costumes on hangers. Various pieces of clothing donated or created over the years, for countless productions, some of which might even have had some class. The costumes were arranged in styles, but colours clashed everywhere, and my eyes were unable to relax as I kept thinking I saw people, only to find they were empty pieces of clothing, haphazardly hung.

The smell was almost impossible to explain, but I liked it. A mixture of paint and other chemicals, materials for the costumes, old sweat and various attempts to disguise it, and the lingering old church smell. Rich wooden beams, oiled and cared for, at least until we took the buildings over.

Other than paranoid imaginings, I still couldn't see anyone in the room, and I wandered about, meandering through the haphazard aisles until I stumbled across an area that someone has spent some time preparing. There was a largish bed almost hidden in the array of clothing. I knew it was for me, because there was one of those photographs on it. Of me. In the skirt. Oh, God.

I grabbed the picture and stuffed it in my backpack before sitting on the edge of the bed, and wondering if I could really go through with it. A part of me wanted to. Another part was horrified. What if someone should come in and discover me? What if this was all a trick, designed to embarrass me? In the end, I decided to try to divorce myself from all my doubts, and just think about what the note had said, and how it made me feel.

I stood, just barely sure enough to continue, and pulled my shirt over my head. Jeans were next, and I stood there in bra and panties, still not certain. I realised then that I had some leeway within the instructions, and turned back to the bed, planning to lift the covers, and climb underneath. I needn't have bothered. The bed was really just a bare imitation, built for some no-doubt badly envisaged play at some point, and the covers were permanently attached to the frame. 

I stood for a while longer, just wondering, and then decided that I had to go through with it. I couldn't stand it if I backed out now. I forced a smile on my face, reached back and unclipped my bra, releasing my breasts as fearlessly as I could. Stepping out of the panties took a little more courage, but I managed. I convinced myself that if I had to, I could pull one of these costumes on fairly quickly.

Somehow, being naked wasn't nearly as bad as getting naked, and I felt more comfortable having got the thing over and done with. I looked around the room some more, poking at the costumes and waiting for something to happen. I even tried on a couple of hats before I realised that maybe someone was still waiting for me. I hadn't completed all the instructions quite yet.

I sat back on the bed, and pulled myself into the middle of it. Having run out of excuses, delays, and options, I lay down in the centre of the mattress, on my back, and forced my muscles to relax. I looked up into the high rafters for a moment, wondering at how they had managed to ever clean them. I didn't see much though, because that was when I caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye, and sat up, startled, and trying to cover myself. 

It was a vampire. No, really. A classy suit with a large cape. Not just any vampire either. This was a good likeness of Bela Lugosi at his best. I was intrigued more than scared when Dracula turned towards the door before I could see much more, and flicked a switch. That was when the lights went out.

Oh, God. I was okay until then, but now I was alone with a vampire, and I couldn't even see. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been, but I stayed still, terrified and excited. The prop room was basically in the middle of the old building, and the numerous renovations had left it with no windows. When the lights were off in here, it was very dark, no matter what time of day.

Everything was silent now, for a moment, and then I heard rustling, as the figure made its way back towards me. I just sat, petrified.

Eventually, I felt some movement on the mattress, and a hand reached out to me, and touched my foot. I didn't relax, but I refrained from screaming. As my foot was gently tugged towards the edge of the bed, I couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Hey! Please, stop for a moment. Listen, please just..."

The only response was a quietly hissed "Shhhhhh..."

"Look, I'm scared here. Please."

A gloved hand covered my mouth gently, after stumbling in the dark a little. I assumed this must be Birch, and that relaxed me for some reason, though I should have been even more worried. This doesn't mean I wasn't still thinking of sharp teeth sinking into my throat.

I let my other foot be dragged out until my legs were straight, my feet hanging just over the bottom of the bed. I was still shaking with fear, but I felt I had to let this happen.

Birch surprised me then, by kissing my ankles. It was unexpectedly nice, and I sighed, relaxed a little to the inevitable, and lay back. The kisses made a slow path up my legs, hands parting my knees a little to allow the kisses to be more widely spread. I'm not sure I can even explain how I felt while this was going on. I just did it.

As the kisses worked their way up past my knees, I was definitely getting turned on, and my muscles relaxed a little, allowing Birch to part them further. By the time the lips were on my thighs, I was desperate, and all my fears had been banished.  

My hands began to trace over the rest of my body of their own accord, caressing and tweaking as seemed appropriate at the time. Strangely enough, the fear of sharp teeth had transformed itself to a feeling of intense pleasure on and around my throat, and I worshipped my skin with my fingers as Birch continued the main assault further south.

I realised, as all of this was happening, that I didn't know who this shadowy figure really was, and this just intensified the feeling. Birch's tongue and lips were thoroughly connected to me now, lifting and sliding across my most intimate parts, and stumbling around my clitoris, with no real pattern. My arousal was going through the roof as my fears dissolved. My mind concentrated on the feelings, and stopped asking questions.

After a while, the attentions between my thighs became a little more coordinated; fingers, lips and a tongue all working in unison. An image flashed through my mind of myself, lying just like this, being serviced by someone, naked, determined and controlling. Realisation dawned that this was what was really happening. I thrust my hips desperately, and groaned in ecstasy as my body forgave me for the fear and uncertainty, and I was lifted and hurled off the edge, climaxing with a force that stunned me. I clamped my legs shut on the head between my thighs and made the movement stop, because I couldn't bear it any longer.

My skin was on fire, my nipples threatened to burst, and my so often self-abused cunt was in heaven, so long as no one touched it.

As Birch's head was removed gently from my clutches, I fell back on the bed, released and relieved. Something moved in the darkness, and I felt a breath on my cheek before Birch's voice whispered in my ear. "Thanks for playing."

I started to speak. I wanted to ask so many questions. The glove was placed over my mouth again, and I understood. I lay quietly as the other body moved slowly away in the darkness.

I heard the creak of the large doors, and then there was silence. I just lay there. I didn't know what else to do. Okay, I touched myself. A little.

After a while, I realised the lights weren't going to come back on, and that I needed to get out of here before anyone caught me. I stumbled from the bed, stood in the dark and considered my options. In the end, I decided it would be better to get dressed than try to find the light switch.

I would have looked a sight if anyone had come in, on my hands and knees, looking for my underwear, but it didn't happen. Eventually I located everything, and got dressed rather clumsily in the dark. I remembered my backpack at the last moment, and grabbed it from where it was lying near my clothes. Slinging it over my shoulder, I knocked one of the costume racks, and frightened myself with the noise. I stumbled towards where I thought the door was, and finally located it.

After the intense blackness of the prop room, the dimly lit outer room seemed bright, and I checked myself over to ensure that I hadn't put my clothing on backwards or anything of that sort. I was alright, so I walked from there out to the hallway, and started down to the doorway, my shoes squeaking again on the floor.

Just before I reached the outside door, it slammed inwards and a whole group of noisy young students barged through. I recognised the guy who seemed to be organising them, and he told me they were on their way to the prop room to sort out some costumes for a play.

I left them then, and walked out into the sunshine, very relieved to have gotten away with it, and tingling, more than a little, between my thighs.

More than anything though, I wondered if the game was over.



The Game Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The visit

Perhaps a month goes by and Baby and I are having great sex and getting along well. I can't seem to get her ex off my mind. Why? I'm just not sure I understand, but I watch the tape occasionally. She seemed so excited, so hungry, I guess size really doesn't matter.

So she calls today, asks me to pick-up something from her co-worker/friend's house, but to hurry. She's jealous of this girl because I told a friend of mine that she was hot and she overheard me. I was just introducing him to the idea that he might drop by their work and meet her, but Baby misunderstood and thinks that I want her.

I agree to run over to her house, her mom's actually, and I drive over. I knock at the door and a young redhead answers the door. No shoes, tiny shorts, white T-shirt, and no bra. She is cute, sexy, firm, and a little sweaty from cleaning up the house. She says that her sister is in the shower and leads me back to a bedroom where she says I can wait for her sister.

It's a big house, but the bedroom is small. I sit on the bed and gaze around at the posters and such on the walls, laundry in a basket, topped with sexy, pink panties, Stephen King books, and a few other interesting articles. I hear the shower stop and soon she walks in and goes directly to the closet, taking no notice of me. I'm about to speak up when the towel hits the floor; she is stunning, with long, blonde hair to her waist and a trim, hot little butt. I'm not sure what to say, so I just clear my throat.

She jumps a little and turns to face me in a flash of, not so blonde, bush and large, swelling breasts, she freezes, as do I, mouth agape, and then she snatches up her towel, though only to hold it to her chest. I begin to stutter my apologies and get up to leave the room, which puts us face to face, but she just laughs and pushes me back onto the bed, drops the towel, and turns back to the closet. Bending, straight-legged, to pick-up a pair of translucent panties she exposes to me a full, and perfect set of lips and a rather large clitoris.

She turns and smiles, places a knee on the bed and leans over me, one erect nipple brushing my lips, as she picks up a bra from the other side of the bed and, with a wicked grin, slips it on and asks me to hook it. I oblige, my face turning bright red, my excitement obvious in my tight jeans. She continues to dress, saying nothing. 

After an uncomfortable silence, she produces what I came for, and had long forgotten, and I stumble through thanks. She kisses me softly and tells me to drop by again, anytime.

I follow her out to the living room, where her sister is bent over the coffee table, her sexy ass in the air, a small tuft of fur peaking out from between her legs. Smack! The girl slaps her sister's butt as she walks by and chastises her for a lack of panties, then smiles at me as her sister, embarrassed, leaves the room. She picks up her keys, grabs her uniform from the closet, and we depart. A short goodbye and she drives away.

I decided, on my next day off, to drop by this girl's house, just for kicks. Her sister again answers the door, in tiny pajamas, and explains to me that her sister isn't home, but she invites me in anyway. I follow her back to a different bedroom and we sit and smoke a joint. I try to apologize for the last time I was here while she explains that it was just her sister showing off.

She lays back against the headboard, her legs falling to either side, and I see that this old pair of pajamas has a rip in the crotch, which, while she sits thus, allows me a splendid view of her tender parts. I try to act as if I don't notice and stammer on about nothing when she asks if I find her attractive. I answer yes, I do, and she closes her eyes and runs a finger gently between her legs. I manage to stay cool, though I am very surprised, and ask her if she is offering. She giggles and slips the finger inside herself.

I don't even bother to remove the jammies; I simply roll onto her and begin kissing tight circles around her neck and chest. Her nipples are tiny; standing rigid and proving her interest as I slowly begin to kiss her soft, red lips. I yank the buttons on my jeans loose and pull myself out, sliding quickly into her warmth. She is wild, a fire-cracker, scratching and moaning loudly as I steadily plunge into her, her tiny body quaking beneath me as we move into each other, meeting in the middle, pounding, pulling, and aching in out intensity.

It lasts only a few magnificent minutes, but what a few they were. I lay on top of her, still kissing her passionately for a time, then, saying an awkward goodbye; I get up and promise to return soon as I leave. What a dreamy, creamy, little girl, I am overwhelmed at my luck.



The Game Ch. 04



Simon was getting impatient. It was ridiculous how easily the other side was taking out members of his team. There were now seven in all. Of course Adam was the most significant but the others were all key players. He was beginning to see a pattern in the abductions and it bothered him a lot. They were taking out all the psi's, everyone who could pick up clues and communicate with each other and..... and Adam. Even though he was shut down and had been since he was taken there was always a chance he would find a way to communicate at some point before the end. But not if there was no one to communicate with.

He was growing concerned for Annie. She was bound to be on the list. She was the most powerful psi they had. And she was keeping constantly open. One of the reasons they had lost so many people was because they had to concentrate most of their protection on her. She said that it was because the clues were coming thick and fast, from every direction, but everyone knew that it was because she was hoping that a call would come from Adam and she did not want to have even the slightest chance of missing it.

Not for the first time he wondered what there was between Annie and Adam. They were more than friends, that much was obvious, but how much more? A relationship between them would only complicate matters, although it was just remotely possible that it would complicate them more for the other team. He sighed, a long drawn out hiss and raised his hand to knock the door.

Annie looked drained. Keeping open, no matter how well supported and protected is a dangerous task for any psi and eventually drains them. It had been two weeks since Adam disappeared and generally three was the outside limit for anyone, no matter how strong, no matter how experienced and Annie was neither.

"You look tired. Why don't you take a beak? Just one night? Get some proper sleep."

"No, that's okay. It's a busy time right now."

"Are you sure? You are not the only one who can pick up you know."

"I know but...."

"You are not even the only one who can pick up from Adam."

"You still don't understand do you? You only care about the game, winning at all costs. You don't care about us, any of us, only in so far as we can help you win. In particular you don't care about Adam. You care about the fact that he is the end player and you can't win without him, you care about the fact that you need him, you care about the fact that you need for the other team not to have him... but you don't care about him.

"You don't care that three weeks ago he was standing on the brink of an amazing career, an amazing life, that he was an amazing person with no idea what was around the corner, no idea that the game even existed. You don't care that he got dragged into the game without looking for it or wanting it. You don't care that he is the single gentlest soul I have ever met. You don't care that he is so beautiful on the inside that just looking into his eyes makes you want to cry. You don't care that for over a week he has been closed down and that he would never, ever do that willingly. You don't care that the only way to forcibly shut down a psi for this long is to break down their mind or body.

"You just don't care Simon."

"You're wrong. I do care. But I can't let that get in the way of playing the game to its fullest extent. Because whatever is happening to Adam, and to the others, if we let the fact they have been taken turn us off our game then the other team will already have won and it will all have been in vain.

"It is my responsibility to lead this team to a win. You have no idea how much is at stake, how much has been invested by whom and for how long. This is more than just a game, much, much more. One way or another Adam is going to have a huge part to play, whether he wants it or not, whether he is up to it or not. He is the end player and he is the only one who can end the game, who can open the gate and release the power for one team or the other. 

"Neither team can win without him and we therefore have to assume that the other side will not harm him."

"You have said yourself that all that is needed is for him to be able to physically act. There is nothing stopping them destroying his mind."

"No, there isn't, except for one thing.... they may very well need it. No one knows that what Adam has to do is necessarily physical. Oh, we know that he needs to be physically strong enough but not that it is a physical thing. Sometimes it has been, sometimes not, sometimes it has been a psi thing, and there is no way of knowing until we get to the end."

"Oh. I didn't know."

"Well now you do. Does it make you feel any better?"

"No, not really."

"Then keep searching, just don't wear yourself out too much to be able to pick up the clues. You have to know that the best way you can help him is by helping us win the game."

"Do I?"

"Yes Annie, you do and our psi receivers are being shut down at an alarming rate. It might all depend on you. You are our best receiver, you pick up clues that no one else does. We need you and with the end game racing towards us at any minute we need you in top form. I want you to stop receiving for a while."

"No."

"Annie, you will burn out."

"No, I won't. And there is no point trying to persuade me because you can't."

"If I could force you to I would."

"I know, but you can't."

"No, I can't." He sighed. "What the hell is it about this guy that makes people so crazy?"

"Adam? Who else...?"

"Everybody else. He was not exactly low profile so it was practically impossible to conceal his disappearance. Thankfully that was down to the other team, but there were so many people involved they left a trail.

"Can you imagine how much work was involved in not only covering his disappearance but persuading so many people to forget he ever existed? Actually it was impossible. I thought that it would make it easier to follow their tracks but, quite the opposite it has just concealed them under a huge backlash that has rebounded on us. People just won't let him go."

"I am not surprised about that. People know him. Everyone he touches knows how sweet he is, they know that he wouldn't do anything so far out of character as let people down, walk away from his friends, disappear voluntarily. So of course they are going to be difficult to convince, and of course they are going to be asking questions of anyone they think may have answers. It is a shame, because if it was all focussed on the other team I think they would find that they have bitten off more than they can chew. In taking Adam away from the people who love him they have made an awful lot of enemies and if he can break away from them before the end they will realise what a mistake that was."

"If.... If he can break away then we are secure. But if he can't then he is obliged to open the gate for whichever team presents him to it."

"Adam won't help the other team win."

"He won't have a choice. No one can go against the rules of the game. Let' face it there are not too many."

"Then it is all the more important that we find him and get him back."

"Indeed."



I am glad that Lily is here this afternoon. I think I might have killed Ben if it had been Alex. I mean, Alex is alright but he is..... patronising. Not aggressive like Ben who treats me like a constant annoyance, but sickly sweet and cloying. Lily soothes me.

The professor has had to postpone and he is not coming until this afternoon and so I am making the most of the sunshine, sitting outside in the garden. It is a very nice garden. There are long lawns bordered by lavender bushes and the scent drugs my senses more than the chemicals in my blood.

I am aware of someone moving around, vaguely hear the sound of a chair being scraped across the grass and someone else sitting down. I hear them sigh with pleasure. Lily.

Drifting on the verge of sleep, drowsed and relaxed by the scent of the sweet herbs I feel my mind spin free and I am falling. "Hey you.... superstar....over here." The voice comes from the past, deep in the past. I struggle to surface, to wake but the voice bubbles on, cheerful, familiar, drawing me deeper. "I thought you were getting too important to speak to the likes of me. Fame gone to your head yet?" It makes me feel warm, the gentle mocking, so unlike the usual fawning. "Get your cute ass out the door I have a fast car idling and a beer chilling in back. You should be aware that I fully intend to kidnap you so you had better come quietly."

The sun was warm then too. It was the same summer as the picnic by the river but this time we drove up into the mountains. There is no one around. No one to demand, to expect, to control. Annie never demands anything of me, nothing at all, not even friendship, although that is one thing I have no problem in freely giving to her.

Annie is my best friend in the whole wide world. I trust her with my life, with my soul. She is beautiful and funny and smart and irreverent... sometimes I think that she doesn't care about anything... no, that's not true... I know she cares about me. The thought makes me smile. Annie... beautiful, wonderful, special Annie..... How was I supposed to know that being her friend was going to wind up being so dangerous for me? Dangerous? Why dangerous?

I am beginning to surface. The pleasant flow of memory has become a string of questions that I am struggling to answer and as I struggle the pain begins and becomes more intense by the minute.

"Annie... Annie.... why?"

"Annie? Who's Annie, Daniel?"

"Annie." I am only half awake but I open my eyes and see a face, blonde hair framing delicate porcelain doll features. "Annie?"

"Who is Annie, Daniel? Can you remember? Can you remember Annie?"

"Yes. Annie is.... Annie is... my friend. She is not in the industry... she saves me.... all the time, saves me. She is.... she is.... searching... she is.... Adam. Adam...."

"Who is Adam? Is he another friend? Do you remember him? Do you remember Adam?"

"I.... no I.... I.... We went.... we went to the mountains... Annie drove us. There was cold beer and we sang all the way."

"Do you like to sing?"

I can't help but laugh at that and it suddenly occurs to me that maybe I should stop speaking now. The pain is like a metal band tightening around my temples and I am feeling nauseous and shaky. I am struggling to get away from the memories now. I don't want to remember, not here, not like this... not when I have no control over speaking of them.

I blink my eyes and the face comes into sharper focus. Lily doesn't look like Annie at all. The thought is the last straw. Pain lances through my head and I can't stop the sickness sweeping over me. I try to get up, I don't know where I am thinking to go, there was never any question of me making it as far as the bathroom, but I can't stand and I fall forwards onto my hands and knees and vomit violently into the grass.

"I.... I'm sorry.... so sorry."

"Daniel, don't worry about it. It's fine. Just relax, you'll be alright. Breathe deeply. That's it." Her arm is around my shoulders and it feels good, which is more than I can say for my stomach which heaves again. I kneel in the grass retching, over and over, long after there is nothing left in my stomach to come up. My head is killing me and I just want to lie down and curl up in a ball but the arm around my shoulders is steady, the voice in my ear quiet and soothing and gradually everything settles down.

Finally I sit back on my heels and slide sideways. Lily catches me and I rest my head against her shoulder while my breathing slows and my head stops pounding. Eventually I feel almost normal again....almost. It is as if Lily is reading my mind because she puts her cool hand on my forehead and speaks softly in her gentle voice.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I think so."

"Do you think you can get up and sit in the chair?" With her help I can... just, although I am shaking badly. "Rest there for a minute. I'll get you some cold lemonade."

I am tired now, incredibly tired. Why does it do this to me when I remember? Surely this isn't right. I am still shivering when Lily comes back with the lemonade and my hand shakes as I take it.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I was.... I was dozing... it felt good... warm and comfortable and I.... I .... started to remember, just a trip.... a drive to the mountains but it made me smile and then... and then it started to hurt."

"You've said before that it hurts when you remember. Were you trying to force it?"

"No, I was half asleep. It was just happening... just ... it was nice... until... until..."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No... once I remember something it doesn't hurt to remember it again."

"Good. The professor will be here soon. Do you want to stay here or would you rather go and lie down inside?"

"The sun is making my head ache."

"Then let's get you inside. Are you more steady on your feet now?"

"I think so."

"Come on then. I'll help you."

I don't really need her help. It was only a bit of puking at the end of the day, but it is nice to have her support, to have someone to lean on. It is nicer still to lie down on my bed, with the curtains closed, in cool dimness and close my eyes. It doesn't take long to begin to drift.

By the time the professor arrives I am fast asleep and he has to wake me. I am still really groggy and I am finding it hard to concentrate on what he is saying. I try to sit up but he presses me back, gently but firmly.

"It's alright Daniel. Don't worry about getting up. I hear you've had a difficult time today."

"Yes. Difficult."

"What happened?"

I try to explain but the words fade from my mind even as I open my mouth to speak. My head is aching again and I am so tired.

"I was remembering... and it hurt." It was sooo inadequate to describe what I experienced but it was the best I could do.

"What did you remember?"

"Not much... just a trip up into the mountains with friends."

"What friends?"

Now there's a question. "I only have a clear memory of one... Annie... she was... is called Annie. But there is someone else.... I don't remember so clearly but... but there is someone called Adam." I gasp. At the mention of his name pain slices through my head and if I had not already lost the contents of my stomach many times over I would have flung it at him then and there.

"I see. Is this what happened to you then when you remembered? This pain?"

"Yes."

I lie perfectly still as he examines me. His fingers are cool as he strokes my temple, bury themselves in my hair and probe the back of my neck. Wherever he touches he awakes pain and I wince

"Can you think of them now for me Daniel? Think of something that sparks the pain so that I can see where it comes from."

"I can try." And I do. I think of the car outside the side door, the engine running, the sense of freedom. I think of the laughing face, the flying yellow hair, the smell of the mountains on the wind, the taste of cheap beer and the joy of friendship. None of it hurts. And then I wonder. I remember Annie's face clearly now. I remember the sound of her voice, the tinkle of her laugh, the way her hair blows in the wind but.... but I don't remember Adam. I remember that he is there... I remember Annie calling his name, laughing at him, teasing him.... I remember .... I remember.

"Daniel.... Daniel, are you alright?" I open my eyes and try to focus them on his face.

"I..."

"It's alright Daniel. Don't try to speak. Just relax."

I feel..... strange. What happened? Did I pass out?

"What happened?"

"It's alright. Don't worry about it. It's alright."

"Why is this happening? Why does it hurt to remember? It shouldn't hurt to remember. What... what's happened to me?"

"Daniel.... do you trust me?"

My mind is screaming 'No' but I can't say that... there is no way I can say that. What I want to say is 'What have you done to me you bastard?' but that is not going to help my situation at all. And so I nod my head, too tired, too confused to speak.

"Then let me worry about the why." I try to sit up but he presses me back again, more firmly this time and there is a moment of panic.

"I.... I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Why are you afraid Daniel?"

"Something is happening to me and I don't know what it is. I feel out of control."

"I know. And at the moment you are. But I am going to help you. You are going to have to trust me Daniel. I know that I said I was going to decrease your medication but I am going to have increase it for a while until we can figure out what's going on in your head."

"No... no I...."

"Daniel.... it won't be for long, only until I am sure you're stable. The alternative is to come back to the hospital so I can monitor you more closely."

"No... I... don't want to do that."

"Then let me give you the medication... just for a few days until things have settled down. Then you can come in to the hospital for a day and I'll run some tests and find out what's going on. Then we can start reducing it again."

I don't want to be drugged any more. I know it is a bad idea, but I also know full well that it is going to happen anyway.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I can manage. I can handle the pain."

"It's not as simple as that any more Daniel."

"What... what do you mean?"

"When ... I asked you to remember... it wasn't just pain you experienced. You had a seizure, major convulsions. It hasn't done you any harm, but if it happens every time you try to remember something, every time you fall asleep and spontaneous memories come to you... then it is going to do you harm."

"Fuck." Well... it explains why I feel so weak and confused and generally shitty. "Alright. Whatever you think."

I know I'm giving in too easily. I know I should fight harder, I should run screaming for the hills but I am just too bloody tired.

The professor nods. He looks serious but I can see that he is delighted. Why? Why does he want to keep me drugged senseless? So I can't remember, of course. Why does he not want me to remember? WHAT does he not want me to remember? Adam? Although I try very hard to stop myself, I groan aloud.

"Daniel, stop struggling now. Stop trying to remember until we know why it is affecting you like this."

"Why would I....?"

"Maybe because something happened to you that was so traumatic... so bad that your mind is trying to protect you from it by blocking out the memory. That is not uncommon. If we can find out what the key is, the event that you are trying to block out, and then take you through it in a controlled way, once you've remembered that event safely the rest should follow."

A traumatic event? Yeah.... a white room, three faces, pain. That was trauma enough. It is on the tip of my tongue to say so but I hold it. I think it would be a really bad idea to let him know I remember that.

My mind is in turmoil and I close my eyes trying to control my breathing as Shaun taught me, trying to relax.

"Very good Daniel, I see you have been practicing Shaun's techniques. Keep going. Breathe deeply now. Relax."

I feel something settle over me and I open my eyes, or at least try to, they feel like the lids are glued shut and when I do prise then open it is only to find that I can't focus them, can't blink away the mist that obscures my vision. The professor is tucking a blanket around me.

I feel myself slipping and, for a moment, I am afraid. I struggle, trying to rise, trying to open my eyes and focus on what is happening around me.

"Daniel, it's alright, calm down. Calm down now, just relax. Lie back. Relax. Keep doing your breathing exercises, it will make it easier." 

Make what easier? Then I realise that it must be the drug. I didn't even feel him give it to me. Knowing makes it easier. I know there is no point fighting it so I let myself relax and feel my mind sinking. I can feel him touching my arm and speaking to me but it is faint and far away. I have no control over my body. I have no control over my mind. I don't care.




The Game Ch. 04



"Who is Adam, Daniel?"

The question takes me by surprise. I can't think about it, only respond. "I don't know."

"What do you know about the game?"

"What game?"

"Good.... that's very good Daniel. Relax. Go deeper now. I'm sorry Daniel. I'm sorry to have to do this to you but you are too close.... too close to remembering. I would prefer to do it at the hospital, and I will, soon, but I can't wait, I can't risk you remembering. This is just a stop gap and it will be rough and it will be bad. I think you will be safe, I hope you will but you have to concentrate Daniel, you have to concentrate on staying with me as long as you can, on breathing. I know you can do it." I have no idea what he is talking about but for some reason I am afraid. The little voice in my head whispers to me to be afraid.

"No... Don't... hurt me."

"You do remember, don't you? You remember more than you told me. You mustn't do that Daniel. You mustn't let it get this far because it only hurts you more in the end. You must remember that Daniel, just that one thing. You must remember that if you remember anything, anything at all you must tell me. Don't let it get this far again." He touches my face and if I could I would jerk away from him, but I can't. "Relax now, breathe deeply and it will all be over very soon."

"What....?"

"Hush, just relax."

I feel the needle this time. It hurts. What is he doing to me? I am afraid... so afraid but I can't move, I can't scream as the pain comes, everywhere. I am still aware of my surroundings a little. I hear the professor shout and there is someone else there. Someone who climbs on the bed and straddles me, holding me down as the pain slams into me again and again, convulsing my body, twisting it. My eyes fly open of their own accord and I see Ben's face. It is pale and shocked but resolute and carefully neutral. I am struggling to breathe. It gets harder and harder and it is the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists in my world, apart from the pain... until the red mist comes and swallows me.



The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 01



The Game – Chapter 4 Extra cream please

Wow, where to begin. Well hopefully if you are reading this, you took the time to read the first three chapters of this story, and have sent me your comments. If not, do that now. 

Still reading? Great, then you know that Ron and I have been playing a game of sexual fulfillment where we alternate fulfilling our deepest sexual fantasies on a monthly basis. On the first of each month we either give or receive an envelope with a fantasy in it. (I give him mine on odd months, and he gives me his on even months).

For those of you that don’t remember what I look like, I am blond, 5’6”, 34b boobs, and an athletic body. My boyfriend Ron is 6 feet tall, has an 8 inch cock and is about 200 sexy pounds. As you know, he can cum and cum and cum more than anyone I have ever met (or even heard about in porno movies). 

This story takes place 2 weeks after Chapter 3. There are still four days for Ron to get me his fantasy, but as you will see, he really only has two. Well on with the story, and again please do not read this out of order unless you want to miss a lot of character development and hot steamy sex.

Also, this chapter is extremely long and contains a lot of character development required for future chapters. At the risk of boring my readers, I have broken this chapter into two parts. Thank you to all who have sent kind words of encouragement as well as those who have offered harsh criticism. I am new author and enjoy well intentioned feedback so please send it. 

And now on to the story:

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“Wednesday’s suck,” I thought as I sat at my desk. It was 3:00pm and I was suffering from the afternoon blues wanting nothing more than to go home and take a nap. I clicked on the Ace of spades on the solitaire game on my computer screen. “Why do they call this hump day?” I wondered aimlessly. “No one is going to be humping me today.” 

I sighed deeply and thought back ten days to the minute from right now. I was standing naked in Ron’s bathroom about to receive the fuck of my life.  My nipples tingled as I mentally relived the day. I had watched the movie we had made together at least 10 times since that day. Sometimes with Ron, but often I watched it alone. I loved the way we looked on camera. I loved watching myself cum over and over again until I was exhausted. It was so hot to see Ron and the sexy black man, whose name I still don’t know, pump themselves in and out of me. Mmmmm so hot.

I checked my email again knowing that it was unlikely that Ron had sent me anything in the thirty seconds since the last time I checked. There were still no new messages. Damn. I was getting anxious again. There were only 4 days left until the first of the month and Ron owed me his fantasy so that I could plan adequately to fulfill whatever his mind had conjured up.  

I knew this fantasy was likely to be more intense than the other’s we had lived. In the past two months, we were both new to the game we were playing. Although we both were true to the game, I think we both did not explore some of our more intense fantasies the first time. I wondered for the millionth time what he would come up with that was new. In the past two months I had done sexual things that I had never before contemplated. The strange thing is that in retrospect, the things we did don’t seem that kinky or weird now, although any other normal person would probably call us freaks. 

What was worse, I was leaving on Friday to go to my sister’s house. Ron, of course, knew this, and he was obligated to get me his fantasy before the first. Since the first fell on that Sunday, I expected his email or letter to come before Friday. “He better hurry the fuck up.” I thought as I returned to my mindless computer game. 

I planned to visit my sister’s home that was several hundred miles away. I was going to visit her for the first time in several months and her daughter, Rachel, was interested in moving to the city. I suspected that Rachel wanted me to tell her mother it was a great idea for her to move to Chicago to become a photographer rather than go to college. I also suspected that her mother was less than enthusiastic about this, and I didn’t know exactly how big of a family fight I was being roped in to.

I had not seen Rachel in several months. She and I were much closer when she was a child. My sister had given birth to her when I was 13 years old, so we were too far apart in age to be like sisters, but not so far apart that I was the dreaded authority figure. When Rachel was 14 and 15 she would sometimes come and stay with me for a weekend to get away from her parents. Like any teen she was going through difficult times with her parents. We watched lots of movies together and talked at length about her life. 

I enjoyed that relationship with her and tried to encourage her in her endeavors at school and out. She had a difficult time talking to her parents, and I think I filled the void of having an adult that she could talk to without being judgmental, even if the judgment she felt was only in her own mind. 

Rachel and her parents had a typical relationship, I guess. I have no children and spending time with Rachel was both rewarding and educational in ways that I never would have imagined. She was a wonderful girl who was morphing into a wonderful woman before my eyes as the years slipped by. 

She was 18 now and had recently graduated from high school. I remember that time in my own life, and was both envious of the possibilities that stood before her and at the same time, glad that you only have to go through that period of time once in your life. 

The last time I saw Rachel was over New Years. I was stunned at how beautiful she had become and how much she looked like an adult. She had long, wavy, auburn hair and bright green eyes that twinkled with possibility. Her body had developed as well, and although I probably should not notice such things, her breasts had become full and pert. She was skinny with long legs that were perfectly tanned and smooth. I found myself wishing for her body, and knowing that the blessed period in life when nothing sags and everything looks perfect was over for me. 

Not that I am a pig, but I am also not a teenager. At 32 years old, I was still beautiful and often was asked for ID when buying alcohol, but I didn’t look like I did when I was her age.  On the other hand, I had experienced things she had not and was probably a lot more comfortable in my own skin than she would be for years.

Rachel was in a word, stunning. What made her more beautiful yet, was her personality. She was very laid back and easy to laugh. She had broken up with her boyfriend a week before New Years last year, and although she was as heartbroken as only a teenager in love could be, she could joke about the guy and somewhere deep down you got the impression that she knew life would go on. I admired her greatly for this, because remembering the scars of my own first “love” was still stingingly painful, and at the time it seemed devastating. 

Now Rachel appeared to want to forego college at least for a year and learn about life in the big city. I had talked to her mother at length who was appalled at the idea of her “little girl” moving away from home. Apparently Rachel had suggested that it would be ok since “Aunt Sara” lived there.  So I was off to spend the weekend at my sister’s home and talk about options for Rachel. This probably was not going to go well, and I suspected that no matter the outcome someone would probably not be happy.

Thursday and Friday crawled by as only the end of the week does for a working girl like me. I played at least ten games of solitaire each day. And finally I was driving south on I-55 toward my sister and Rachel. 

During the long drive I found myself reliving Thursday evening, the one bright evening of my week. 

Ron came down to my apartment and we spent the evening watching television. At ten we retired to the bedroom and watched our video yet again. I let him take me in the ass for the first time since our tryst the previous month. I was a little nervous about anal because I was so sore after our last incredible fantasy fuck.

This time was much slower and softer and I found that my orgasm built and built with every inch of him that I took into my tight ass.  I closed my eyes and relived the moment of him rolling up behind me in the classic spoon position. I felt his fingers probing gently around my tight anal ring. He lubricated me with KY jelly slowly and I massaged my own clitoris and he massaged lube into my tight butt. 

The mixture of feelings was incredible, and for the first time I had time to consider that he was the first person to ever touch me there. I basked in the feeling of taboo and the tingling sensations that my body was generating as we moved together. After 10 minutes of masturbating myself into a sexual horniness that I only recently began to appreciate, I heard the familiar sound of Ron stroking his hard cock. 

He took his time to make sure that he was slick with lube and then I felt his tip at the opening to my pussy. He slid easily into me and I gasped with pleasure. He rocked gently back and forth as my fingers continued to massage my clit in tiny circles. He whispered in my ear, “Tell me how it feels.”

“Mmmmm good baby,” was all I was capable of saying. We fucked softly and gently for several minutes neither of us ready to rush toward orgasm, but rather enjoying the slow sensual climb toward sexual bliss. 

“Are you ready?”, he panted into my ear.

“Yes. God yes,” I replied.

His cock slowly withdrew from me leaving a void in my womanly core. I was wanton with pleasure, and missed the feeling of fullness that only an 8 inch cock can provide to a woman in my state. Then I felt his tip against my ass. I rocked slightly back knowing the stinging pain would only last a second until he was past the ring of muscles that protected my ass from invasion. 

I continued to press down harder on my clit now. His phallus was pressing hard against my anal ring and I clenched myself tightly closed enjoying the feeling of penetration against my straining muscles. I relaxed when the stinging turned from pain to pleasure as his slick cock entered my ass to its first inch. His tip was just beyond my sphincter, and my body seemed to surrender to the penetration. The second inch of his member slid inside me much easier and I was filled with a feeling of fullness I had experienced only once before. 

This time, however, it was much more pleasure than pain and I could hear Ron’s grunts and feel his shivers of pleasure as my ass opened to him. I was spanking my clit lightly as my orgasm continued to build. Waves of rippling pleasure rolled through my entire body as another inch entered me. Ron was rocking back and forth now, pumping me full of him. With each stroke his cock entered me deeper and deeper and the pleasure I felt grew and grew.

My pussy was slick and wet from my own excitement and my fingers were soaked. I knew I was wetter than I had ever been in my life and the thought of how much pleasure I was receiving from such a taboo act only drove my pleasure to new heights.  Ron was truly ass fucking me now, with long, slow, deep thrusts that grew in urgency as we both approached orgasm. 

“Mmmmmm your so tight,” he groaned in my ear.

My fingers went wild on my pussy at his words, “And your cock is huge in my ass.” I grunted as he buried himself in me again. 

We were fucking harder now. His cock was slamming hard into my ass as I pushed back against him to maximize his penetration. My pussy was aflame as I could feel his cock invading my anal cavity, but also putting rhythmic pressure on the walls of my cunt. My clit was swollen and exposed as I rubbed it. I moaned out my pleasure as Ron fucked my ass with animalistic grunts. 

My fingers entered myself feeling for the first time what his cock felt like rubbing the thin membrane separating my two fuck holes. I fingered myself with two fingers and then three. I opened myself obscenely pushing as many fingers into myself as possible. My middle finger found the soft spongy g-spot in my cunt and the overwhelming desire to pee hit me hard. 

I rode the feeling squeezing my muscles, contracting around my fingers and against Ron’s cock. He grunted and began to let go inside of me with the new tension in my ass. I felt his balls against my wet pussy and the spasms through his cock. I closed my eyes and drank the feeling as his orgasm filled me with wet, hot, sticky cum. I continued to ride his cock with my ass. I clenched as he came intensifying the experience for him until he cried out in ecstasy. Spurt after spurt erupted into my ass as I pumped my own fingers in my hot, wet sex. 

I began to cum as he continued to flood my ass with his seed. The intensity of my own eruption caught me totally by surprise as did the gush of juices that sprayed from between my legs with the force of a garden hose. I was shaking in orgasm like never before. Another eruption of unfathomable intensity was ejaculated from my pussy as my body clenched and clenched upon itself in powerful waves of pleasure.  Ron’s balls were covered in my womanly juice as were my thighs, the bed, and even a bit of the floor and wall of my room. 

Another smaller spray came out of me as my orgasm slowly subsided and I collapsed with my back to Ron. He held me softly until his shrinking cock slipped from my ass followed by the inevitable backflow of his orgasm. I could feel his semen leaking out of my ass and across my cheek to where it pooled between us. 

“God you are so hot. I love sex with you.” Ron said as he held me.

“Mmmm we are pretty good together. I have never cum like that before. Did you like the cum shower I gave your balls?”, I asked giggling.

“Cum shower? I thought you peed on me.”, he said jokingly. 

I elbowed him in the ribs gently. “No but next time I will if you don’t act more appreciative. See just cum.” I said as I brought my fingers to his lips and traced my sticking fingers across his tongue. 

“Mmmmm Sara juice. I like it. But do you?” he asked as he kissed me on the mouth forcing this tongue slick with my juices into my own mouth. 

I giggled and with him as he made me taste myself on his mouth and fingers.  Then we went to take a shower together. In the shower we washed each other as we normally do when we shower together. I cleaned my ass from his cock with a wash cloth and soap and then rubbed his back. 

Then he used the wash cloth on my back and eventually paid special attention to my ass. I was still oozing and I felt him part my cheeks and let the spray of the water hit my still open asshole. I was somewhat self-conscious, but I figured we had done way too much together to be concerned about a little cum in the ass.  When he finished washing my ass I could not help but notice the incredible hard on he had. 

I took it in my hand and said, “Wow wasn’t I enough for you in there?”

He smiled and said, “Yeah that was great, but it was also 10 minutes ago.”

We laughed together as I continued to stroke his cock. I was not ready for another round yet, but didn’t mind indulging him. “Well do tell then. What has got you so turned on? Bathing me never has done this in the past.” I said teasingly as I began to stroke him faster.

“Well to be honest, I never watched cum ooze out of a sexy woman before. I guess it turns me on.”, he said honestly.

“Well how about I let you see it ooze out of my mouth this time?” I asked as I lowered myself to the bathtub floor. 

He never said another word as I swallowed him deeply and worked his cock up and down with my mouth. He came in another torrent about 5 minutes later. I was never able to swallow all of him, but most I caught in my mouth. I let what oozed between my lips drip down my chest to be washed down the drain by the shower. 

I smiled at him as I finished him by cleaning his cock with my tongue. My mouth was still full and I looked up at him letting him see his girlfriend with a mouth full of him. I slowly stood with his help and let him see me up close. I intended to swallow all of him while he watched, and to this day I do not know what compelled me, but instead I leaned into him and kissed him deeply opening my mouth on his. 

The flood of semen in my mouth dripped down both of our chins and bodies. At first he recoiled from me, but then sucked my tongue deeply into his mouth. We continued to kiss in the shower until we had either swallowed or washed off his entire load. As we broke we both uttered one word together.

“Wow.”

****************************** My reverie was broken as I had to concentrate on finding my sister’s house in the darkened subdivision. I had only been to her house a few times as she had just moved to a small town in Illinois. 

I followed the street where every house looked alike, until I found one at the end of the culdesac with a familiar white car that I recognized as my sisters. Two other cars were parked there that I didn’t recognize. 

I got out and went to the door. Immediately the door was pulled open and I was enveloped by my older sister in a familiar hug. I was pulled into the house as her husband Richard took my small overnight bag and kissed me brotherly on the cheek. 

Then I heard the familiar cry, “Aunt Sara” and Rachel came down the stairs in a bound, filled with genuine joy at seeing me. She was more stunning than I remembered. We hugged, and she smiled that amazing smile of hers at me and said, “I am so glad you are here. Maybe you can talk some sense into Mom and Dad.”

The mood of the room immediately darkened as if a sudden rain storm erupted unexpectedly on a warm summer day. I smiled feeling uncomfortable as my sister frowned and Richard shook his head. “Here we go,” I thought as I was ushered into the family kitchen.

I sat down as Richard poured me a glass of wine and retreated to the living room leaving us alone in the kitchen. My sister, Mary, sat to my left with Rachel to my right. I could feel the tension between them as well as see the icy stares that crossed my line of sight. “Rachel seems to have it in her head that she doesn’t need to go to college,” my sister said, firing the first volley as she stared coldly at her daughter. 

Rachel gritted her teeth and turned ugly in a smoldering rage that I had not seen since her temper tantrums at 3 years of age. Clearly this was a long and ugly argument that was taking its toll on both mother and daughter and was not likely to be resolved any time soon. 

I suddenly felt a great deal of sympathy for both of them. Clearly this had become a bitter battle. Rachel had lost sight of the fact that her mother’s position was based on concern and love for her, and Mary could not see that Rachel was almost an adult and had many paths to choose from in front of her and could not be forced down one simply because her mother deemed it best. 

“That is NOT what I said,” Rachel growled through clenched teeth. “What I said was that I wanted some time to explore my options and learn outside of school before I committed to a decision that I might regret. But clearly you were not listening to me. You never do.”

“Young lady I am your mother, and I will not be talked to rudely in front of your aunt or anyone else.” Mary returned her cheeks glowing with anger.

Rachel’s eyes narrowed to glowering slits that burned hatred for her mother. 

“Fuck you then.”, she spat and got up from the table hurriedly exited from the room as tears began to well in her eyes.

Her mother sat stunned as if she had been slapped in the face. I could see the disbelief turn to hurt as her wide eyes began to glisten with tears. 

After Rachel had left Mary broke down completely and wept. I moved to her and held her against me as she cried. We sat like that for several minutes until she finally retreated from my embrace and sat slumped at the table.




The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 01



Suddenly and without warning Mary began a cathartic soliloquy that seemed to pour out of her.

“I just don’t know how to talk sense to her, Sara.  It’s like she doesn’t hear me at all and doesn’t care. She thinks she is going to run off and become a famous photographer without any training, and I am so afraid of what might happen to her if she leaves and tries to make it on her own this young. You know how stubborn she is. I keep picturing her on the streets, hungry and tired, not willing to come home. I only want the best for her, and she acts like I hate her.  I hate being the bitch in this scenario, but she HAS to go to college. She needs to learn what life is like. She is too young to be off trying to make it on her own without more education. I’m sorry you had to see this, but you do see that I am right don’t you?”

My sister sat staring at me waiting for my answer. The seconds of silence between us seemed like hours, and I remembered Mary’s own post adolescent time frame when she was as stubborn and rebellious as ten Rachels. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps she was trying to shield her daughter from the pain she found at that age, but was only succeeding in driving a wedge between herself and Rachel.

I took a sip of wine as I carefully considered my response to my sister whom I loved dearly.

“I am not sure what’s right or wrong sis, but I know you love Rachel and only want the best for her.” I said testing the waters carefully. 

“What the hell does that mean?”, my sister angrily spat at me. “Are you saying you think she should do this? Is that it? You can’t even know what you are talking about. You don’t have children.” She raged channeling her anger at me and standing up aggressively.

My own temper found itself at her words and I stood and shot back, “I didn’t say that Mary so before you start putting words in my mouth why don’t you sit the fuck down and remember what you were like at that age. Remember I was there. I remember the fights between you and Mom. You thought you were so high and mighty and knew everything as I recall. You even ran away at 18 to follow the Grateful Dead or some bullshit like that or at least that’s what you said. You’re not perfect and 18 is a bitch of an age for a girl. We at least ought to be able to agree on that. For God sakes and Rachel’s sake get a hold of yourself. She’s not on drugs, she doesn’t fuck every guy in Illinois for attention (like someone I remember), and she is basically a good kid. She’s confused about her future, scared, and God damn it she needs her mother. Don’t confuse her childhood with yours. I am not saying she is right, and I certainly don’t condone her disrespect of you. She needs a good kick in the ass for what she said just now, but the bigger issue is why she said it. She is frustrated and needs you and right or wrong she doesn’t think you are there for her. She needs you Mary, and she always will. You are right, I am not a parent and will never understand your relationship, but because I am not a parent, her parent, I can see you two are so mad at each other you can’t see how much you need each other. So get over your damn self. I will bet you right now she is upstairs crying and regretting the last ten minutes of her life. You two love each other, but what has gotten into both of you, I will never fucking figure out.”

We both stared glowering at each other in silence until we tears began to form in both of our eyes. I reached out to my sister and hugged her and she hugged me back hard breaking down into cathartic sobs. 

I held her for a minute or two until we both were under more control and sat down at the table again in an unspoken mutual apology. “Shit sis, I am sorry. Its been a long few weeks with Rachel. She is so young and I am so afraid for her.” Mary said with glistening eyes.

“She’s not that young anymore Mary. She is 18 and desperately wanting to try to make it on her own. Does she really not want to go to college, or is she really just trying to rebel from you and Richard?”, I asked.

“I honestly don’t know anymore Sara. We have not been talking as much as we have been screaming.”, she replied honestly.

“Why don’t you let me talk to her.”, I suggested.

“Okay, but she is not easy to talk to when she gets something in her head. She is so damn stubborn.”, Mary replied.

“Sounds familiar,” I said with a smile. And for the first time since I arrived my sister grinned genuinely.

“I suppose so.” she said.

********** 

Rachel’s bedroom was at the end of the hall upstairs. I climbed the carpeted stairway and followed the wide hall down to her door. I knocked gently and did not wait for a response before gently opening the door and saying, “Hey kid it’s me. Got a minute for your Aunt.”

I peered into the room. Rachel was sitting Indian style on her bed with a large pillow held in front of her. She was hugging it to her body and tears streaked her face. 

“Hey kiddo,” I said entering the room and closing the door behind me gently. “Rough night?” I asked.

“Yeah I guess you could say that. I’m sorry I said that in front of you, but I just sorta snapped. She doesn’t understand at all.” Rachel said as new tears formed on the corners of her eyes.

I smiled at her gently and sat on the edge of her bed. “Don’t worry about it kiddo, I have heard the f-word once or twice before, but I think it hurt your mom’s feelings.”

Anger flashed across Rachel’s face once more reminding me of the wicked temper she wielded, but it died as quickly as it came and she once again appeared sad and tired. “Well my feelings are hurt too Aunt Sara. She is being totally unreasonable and she doesn’t understand what I want, and it feels like she doesn’t care about what I want. This is my life not hers and she seems to want to live it for me. I am so tired of her bullshit.” Rachel ranted and I let her vent the frustration she was feeling until it was all out of her.

“Well I suppose no mother ever really understands hun, but believe me your mother has been there.”

Rachel stared at me with the unspoken question I had put in front of her hanging like bait for a trap. Rachel wasn’t stupid, and she knew that to ask me what I meant was to let me have an opportunity to convince her that her mother was quite possibly a human being after all. I waited in silence, our eyes locked, as Rachel decided if she wanted to talk this out or just go on being mad. Eventually curiosity or reason got the best of her. 

“What do you mean?” she asked tentatively. 

“Well your mother was once your age, and I was there through the whole time. Your grandmother, our mother, was a lot like your mother is now.”, I began.

“Oh and I suppose I am a lot like she was then right?”, Rachel spat at me convinced she saw where I was going.

I simply smiled until the anger died again and said, “Oh no Rachel, you are a saint compared to what your mother was like. You have no idea the hell she put our family through.”

Rachel stared open mouthed at me trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her mother could have ever done anything remotely interesting or “wrong”. 

“Yeah right. What did she do when she was my age? Get a B on her report card?” Rachel asked viciously.

“Well it was a little more serious than that hun, but if you want to go on being a spoiled smart ass I can leave now.” I said, my own temper flaring a bit.

Rachel brooded for a minute and finally said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you, but it’s kind of hard to believe that Mom was anything like me when she was young.”

“Well she wasn’t anything like you really. She was a whole lot worse. She was headstrong, impossible to talk to, out of control, convinced she knew everything, and made a lot of bad choices.”, I said. 

Rachel stared at me agape as I continued. 

“Your mother met a guy when she was your age. Actually she was a year or two younger when they met and the trouble started. He was a few years older than her, and she was convinced they were in love. She was staying out too late, smoking too much pot, drinking too much beer, and having way to much sex with too many people. She almost failed out of her last year of high school. Our mother tried to put a stop to it, but it only drove your mother farther away. As I recall she was very fond of telling your grandmother that “she didn’t understand her at all”. She was of course wrong, but she never saw it. Well not soon enough anyway. When she was 18 she moved out and spent a year following a band around the country doing god knows what. I was still at home at the time, and our mother cried every night she was gone. I think your mother finally realized that she was in too deep when she went to jail because that nice boy she was with was selling LSD at a concert and got busted. He of course told the cops that your mother was involved so both your mom and boyfriend went to jail. She called home the next day for bail. We drove all day and finally got her out that night and drove her home. She looked awful. It was like seeing a POW when they get home from war. She was too thin and had a distant look in her eyes like someone who has seen some unspeakable things. If I saw her on the street I am not sure I would have even recognized her. But she came home. Thank God. I think that night she finally grew up a little and got out of life she was leading. She cleaned up, sobered up, and got an education. Eventually she met your father and built a wonderful life for herself complete with a wonderful daughter. But a lot of her friends were not so lucky.  Do you realize that 80% of the people she used to hang around are dead or in prison? So you see Rachel, if your mom gives you a little bit of a hard time or seems a little strict with you, its not because she doesn’t understand; its because she understands a little more than most people ever will. It’s up to you kid, but you may want to cut her some slack.”

Rachel looked at me dumbfounded. It was like a mask was peeled off her face taking a layer of childhood innocence with it. It physically hurt me to see her transformation of understanding, but sometimes understanding is the first step toward growing up as much as it sucks to watch. 

“My mom smoked pot?” she asked incredulously. 

I smiled at her and nodded, “Bags of it honey.”

Before Rachel could ask anymore questions there was a light knock at the door and my sister came into the room tentatively as if Rachel might throw something at her at any moment. She looked at us sitting on the bed. “Everything ok in here?”

Both Rachel and I nodded. “Just having girl chat.” I said afraid of what Rachel might reveal about what I had just told her. 

“Well I am going to bed and just wanted to say goodnight. It’s been a long day.” Mary said beginning to retreat from the room not knowing what else to say. The tension she felt was palpable. 

I nudged Rachel as her mother turned away from us and finally Rachel spoke, “Uh Mom…” she began.

Mary turned back to her daughter. “Yes Rachel.”

“Um… I’m sorry for what I said to you downstairs. I didn’t mean it. I was angry and well I’m sorry.”

Mary stood there for a moment staring at her daughter. Rachel fidgeted uncomfortably not knowing if her apology would result in another fight or if her mother would let her transgression go. 

The answer was self evident as tears welled in my sister’s eyes and she sobbed, “I’m sorry too honey. I am just scared for you. I only want the best for you.”

Rachel’s tears came back as well as the two moved together and hugged each other fiercely. I slipped quietly from the room as I was beginning to feel like a voyeur of raw emotion. I went to my room as mother and daughter found each other again and hopefully began to rebuild their relationship.

**********

That night I talked to Ron briefly on the phone before retiring. I was irritated I had not heard from him before I left and although he technically had two more days to get me his fantasy, I would not be home before midnight on Sunday so he would miss the deadline. We spoke cordially about nothing and after giving him ample opportunity to reveal his fantasy to me, we hung up awkwardly. “Son of a Bitch”, I thought. I looked forward to getting his letter every day of this month and I was surprised at how disappointed I was. I myself had fantasized a thousand things and was enjoying the torment my imagination was putting me through, knowing that it would all end by the end of the month. Now it appears I would be disappointed.

I began to get ready for bed and suddenly realized I had left my toiletry case at home in my haste to get on the road.  “Fuck”, I thought as I stood in the middle of the room in nothing but my panties. My toiletry bag had my toothbrush and other toiletries that could easily be replaced, but not my clean underwear, socks, and my pajamas. 

I quickly threw on my blouse, sans bra, and my work slacks that I had worn on the trip and went in search of my sister. I knocked lightly at her door which was adjacent to mine, and she opened it a crack. I immediately noticed the scent of jasmine and the soft glow of candlelight that backlit her silhouette. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize I had interrupted a romantic moment between husband and wife. My face went crimson and I stammered, “Sorry sis, just wanted to know if you had an extra toothbrush. I forgot mine. Forget it. I will see you in the morning.”

I started back down the hallway feeling like an ass. She followed me pulling the door closed behind her. She was in a skimpy nightgown that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were full and her nipples were obviously erect through the sheer nightgown. She caught my arm in her hand and said, “Hey don’t worry about it. Of course I have an extra toothbrush.” 

I followed her thong covered ass to the guest bathroom where she opened a cupboard and handed me a toothbrush, soap, shampoo and other assorted toiletries. She was smiling at my still red face. “Hey sis,” she began, “Thanks for everything with Rachel and sorry about being “involved” when you needed something. It’s just that Richard and I have not been doing so great in bed since we started fighting with Rachel. I think we were just making up.”

Her admission made me feel a little better. “Well I am glad you have something to make up to. Now go back to your husband and make up for an hour or two.” I said grinning.

“I think I just might. Rachel and I talked it out tonight for the first time in a while. I think we are going to be okay even if we agree to disagree.”

“Good sis. She’s a great kid, and you two are great parents.”

“Thanks and sleep well. I won’t be for a while.”, she said grinning right back at me as I watched her scamper down the hall to her bedroom and certain sex. 

I went back to my room feeling very happy that I had done a good thing for my sister and Rachel tonight, but also a little lonely knowing that I didn’t have the option to get laid that my sister did.

I sighed and realized that in my embarrassment I had forgot to tell my sister about my wardrobe problem. There was no way in hell I was going to interrupt her again so I sighed, stripped naked and climbed into the queen sized bed. 

I lay in the dark awhile listening to the sound of the silence that I am not used to in Chicago. Slowly another sound began to invade my peacefulness. I froze not breathing as the grunts of sex invaded my room. “Oh shit”, I thought giggling to myself as I listened to my sister and her husbands urgent pants. 

“mmmm yes… mmmm… yeah… like that baby,” she moaned louder now obviously not realizing my room was an echo chamber for their lust.

“Take my cock. Take it all baby.”, I heard Richard’s lust filled voice. 

I found myself listening harder despite knowing it was wrong and my mind flashed immediately on my voyeuristic moment with my neighbor. Unconsciously I found my hand on my own pussy, gently massaging myself as I listened to them. 

SMACK. I shuddered at the force of the sound of what I assumed was Richard’s hand on Mary’s ass, followed by, “YES, spank me baby.”

My own fingers worked my pussy. I was wet and could not deny that masturbating to the sound of my sister getting fucked was totally making me hot. 

SMACK. Harder this time and I could hear my sister cry out her pleasure and pain. I imagined the bright red hand print on her tight buttocks as Richard buried himself in her doggie style. “Uh my GOD”, she cried as orgasm racked her body. My own fingers working back and forth across my swollen clit in a blinding fury of lust. 

“Jesus yes.” I heard Richard echo his wife.  I imagined his balls contracting as he squirted in her pussy that was throbbing with orgasm. 

My own pussy contracted squeezing my index finger that was buried inside my burning cunt. 

I bit my lip to avoid crying out my own passion and betraying my secretive orgasm and a river of womanly juice squirted from my burning sex coating my thighs.

My head swam in post orgasmic bliss as the sounds of my sister and Richard resolved themselves to soft moans and then whispers that eventually were lost in sleep. I was brought back sharply awake as I realized the mess I had made on myself. I silently stood up and turned on the bedside lamp. My thighs were lightly glazed with the evidence of my masturbation. I needed a towel. Nervousness hit me like a teenager caught smoking. This was not good. How could I be so dumb as to forget that I was not at my own home where I could clean up such a mess at will. 

I silently crept to the bathroom across the hall. I was completely conscious of my own nudity and listened tentatively for any sound. This was crazy. I locked the bathroom door and flicked on the light. I slowly turned on the faucet as quietly as possible and used a wash cloth to clean myself up. I found the towel my sister had laid out for me and wrapped it around myself. I turned off the light and slowly opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I was blind after the bright lights of the bathroom and I began my quick dash across the hall to my bedroom when I collided with Rachel who was standing just outside the door apparently waiting for me to finish. 

She tried to catch me and succeeded only in de-toweling me as I tripped over her leg and sprawled into the hallway. She turned on the light just as I turned toward the bathroom. “Aunt Sara are you…”, her words died at the sight of her aunt laying naked in her hallway.

I stood up quickly taking the towel from her and wrapping it around me. “I’m fine.” I said my face burning for the second time in as many hours. 

Then Rachel started giggling like the teenager she was. “What in the hell were you doing?” she asked trying hard not to laugh.

I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom afraid she would wake up her parents. She sat in the chair across the room and crossed her legs and leaned back looking at me with an amused look. 

“Listen I forgot my bag back at home and didn’t have any PJ’s okay so I decided not to bother your mom until morning. I had to use the bathroom so I ran across the hall naked. I thought everyone was asleep.” I blurted out.

“Well you are lucky it was me and not Dad who caught you. He would have a heart attack.” She said laughing at me.

“Well I don’t feel really lucky right now.” I said also beginning to see the humor of my situation. “What are you doing up anyway?”

“Well if you must know, I got woken up by the sex-fest going on next door. You couldn’t have missed that. So before I threw up at the thought of it, I decided to go down and get a soda, and use the bathroom. I think they are done.” She said laughing harder still.

“Yeah, your parents might want to invest in thicker walls.” I said.

“Totally.”, she replied honestly.

“So how did it go tonight with your mom?” I asked happy to steer the conversation toward safer waters. 




The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 01



“Okay I guess. We are going to talk tomorrow, but I think she is coming around. Do you mind if I ask you something, and if you want to say no, it’s fine. No pressure okay?”

“Sure kid, what is it?”, I asked curious but also apprehensive.

“If mom does come around, would it be alright if I stayed with you for awhile if I can find a job in Chicago?”, she asked while nervously biting her bottom lip (a habit we share under stressful conditions).

I took a deep breath and thought about it for a minute before answering. “Well first your mom would have to be 100% okay with the idea, and you and I would have to come to some understandings of ground rules, and you would have to have a job and not just be coming in the city to leave here, but if all of that was true, then yes it’s a possibility.” 

Sara turned absolutely radiant with joy. Her smile lit up the dim room and the happiness was overflowing. She ran to me and hugged me hard saying, “Thank you so much. It’s going to be so great.” She continued to hug me and I prayed I was not overstepping my bounds.

“Hold on young lady. You don’t have a job yet, and as I recall you still had some fence mending to do with your mother.”, I began.

She separated from me still grinning, not with happiness, but with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “Oh shit,” I thought. 

“Well actually, Aunt Sara, I sent my portfolio off to an agency last month and they offered me an internship as an assistant photographer for the summer with the possibility of a job afterwards.” She said pulling a letter that was tucked in her pocket out for my inspection.

Sure enough she had been accepted into a work study program in Chicago for photography. “Damn she is sneaky,” I thought feeling like the world’s biggest idiot for being manipulated so easily. Not that I would mind if she came, but I was worried that her mother might not quite be ready for this.

“And your mother?”, I asked.

“Well we talked tonight and she did say that if I was lucky enough to get a job in Chicago and could talk you into looking out for me that she would consider it.”, Rachel said grinning like the devil.

“And of course you failed to mention that you already had a job lined up huh.” I said sarcastically, but also impressed at her ability to pursue what she wanted.

“Well someone (me years earlier) once told me to solve a problem take it one step at a time. I didn’t figure she could swallow the whole pie at once so I figured I better feed it to her in bite sized pieces.” Rachel replied.

“Well I just hope you are as good at photography as you are at being sneaky.” I said and meant it.

She looked hurt for a minute but then resolve hardened her face and she replied, “I am better at photography.”

I sighed knowing that the discussion was over and resigned myself to her course of action. “Very well young lady, when do you join me in Chicago?”

Her face brightened again, and she replied, “Next month.”

She turned to leave the bedroom and looked back once at me still clutching the towel and smiled as she asked, “Aunt Sara, do you walk around naked at your house too?” And then she was gone in a fit of giggles.

“Not any more.” I thought.

********** 

The next morning I woke up with beams of yellow sunlight flickering across my naked body. I stretched and yawned as I climbed out of a wonderful dream that I could not quite recall. I smiled as I looked down at my own nakedness and remembered the masturbation session the night before. I stretched again and felt the familiar tingle across my back and tummy. “God I’m horny.” I thought. Shit there must be something in the water down here.

I got up and put on a pair of shorts without underwear and a t-shirt that I had found in the back of my suitcase from a trip the previous year. I had no bra, but I was confident the problem could be solved on a Saturday morning with a trip to the mall. I was sure that even this far south they had malls.

I came down the stairs to the pleasant smell of coffee. Richard and my sister were sitting at the kitchen table in robes reading the paper. Rachel was still in bed. “Morning” I said greeting them as they looked up.

“Sleep well?” my sister asked.

I grinned at her remembering my night, and said, “Like a baby.”

Richard poured me a cup of coffee and left the two of us at the table for some sister time and retired with his paper to the den. 

“Hey sis thanks for the help with Rach last night, and sorry for being busy when you knocked” my sister said in a whisper.

“No problem hun, but you may want to invest in some sound proofing for your bedroom.” I said needling her.

It was her turn to turn crimson. “Oh God I am so sorry. Hope it wasn’t too bad.” She said very embarrassed.

I laughed and said, “Sounded like good wholesome married fun.”

“Yeah that’s why we put Rachel’s room down the hall.”, she said still blushing.

“Well not far enough apparently. She stopped by my room on the way back to hers after your fireworks were over. She said she could not stand to hear or even think about her parents ‘doing it’”, I said giggling and really enjoying my sister’s discomfort.


“Of fuck me. She heard?”, she asked.

“Well she heard someone fucking you sis.”, I said still grinning.

My sister was mortified and I decided it was time to let her off the hook. “Don’t worry about it sis. I am sure she knows she was not conceived immaculately.”

“Yeah but ewwwww. Remember when we sometime heard our parents.”

“Yeah, icky but part of life.”, I said.

My sister chuckled and said, “Yeah I guess so. Maybe she should move out so we can be as loud as we want.” Mary said jokingly.

“Well speaking of which, I hear you told her she could come to Chicago if I agreed to put her up and she found a job in photography.”

“Well I don’t know if ‘agreed to’ is the right way to say it, but we did discuss the possibility. She said she would go to college next year if she had up until July 1 to find a paying job in Chicago. I figured what the hell, what are the chances of that anyway? So I agreed.”, she said still not grasping her error.

“Well what if she does it?” I asked tentatively.

“Well I guess then its really up to you, but I don’t see it happening.”, Mary still naively replied.

I stared at her not saying a word. She stared back and then looked at me with confused eyes.

“What?” she asked just as realization dawned on her.

“YOUR KIDDING?”, she said now understanding. “She already has a job lined up doesn’t she?” 

I nodded and said, “Oh it gets better. It’s a paid internship in photography at a fairly well respected agency. And just to add to that your little scheming daughter got me to agree that if you agreed and she got a job that she could live with me for awhile.”.

Mary looked as if I had punched her in the stomach. 

“Cheer up sis; at least she has really thought this through.”, I said trying to take as much sting out of it as possible. 

“So now either she goes or I renege on a promise and am the mother of all bitches for life. Those are my choices right?” she said still stunned.

“Appears so.” I replied sipping my coffee. 

Mary sat brooding for a minute and neither of us spoke. She got up and went to a drawer in the kitchen and extracted two cigarettes and lit them both passing one to me. I took it even though we had both quit the habit supposedly for good. 

As she blew smoke out over the table and nervously flicked ashes into a saucer that was now a makeshift ash tray, she said, “Well I pray you make sure nothing happens to her.”

I took a drag on my cigarette and said, “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone sis. Something should happen to everyone.”

************* *

I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon lying out on the back deck reading a book and drinking ice tea with Mary and Rachel. I explained my mishap of not having undies to Mary and she said she would run into town and get some for me. In the mean time we were not going anywhere and it was just us so we were in no real hurry. 

Rachel was nice enough to loan me a bikini top so I could catch rays, but it was a little tight on me and gave me a little too much cleavage. Richard came out with Margaritas around 2pm and served us with more than a casual interest in my chest. 

“Where’s mine?” Rachel asked when Richard handed Mary and I our drinks.

“Well young lady, you’re only 18.” Richard replied.

“Hell Rich, let her have one, I am sure she will have one in Chicago so she might as well learn how much is too much here rather than there.”, Mary said.

Silence blanketed the deck as Richard and Rachel and I all stared at Mary. 

“You mean it mom?”, Rachel asked incredulously.

“Sure it’s just a Margarita.”, she replied.

“No about Chicago?”, Rachel said.

Mary turned to her daughter and said, “Yes, but if I hear one word of you getting out of line with Aunt Sara, I will personally come up there and drag your ass back here. Are we clear on that?”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically and said, “Thank you mom. I won’t disappoint you.”

“You best not young lady. Now Richard why don’t you go make a pitcher of Margaritas and join us out her. Our daughter is going to leave home next month and I think we should celebrate her new career.”

Richard did just that and we all got a little giddy and drunk and had a hell of a good time. More than once I caught Richard staring at my tits, and at first I was very uncomfortable, but after the warmth of a few drinks I found it amusing. I wondered if Mary would find it so amusing.

Richard went inside to refill the pitcher around 3pm and I was enjoying the hottest rays of the day on a lounge chair between my sister and neice. As soon as the door closed, Mary leaned toward me and said, “So do you think Richard likes your tits or is admiring your expert bikini wearing skills.”

“MOM!”, Rachel said stunned.

Mary was giddy from the alcohol and giggling. “Well he sure is staring.”

I was now feeling really self conscious, but also very flattered. Rachel was stunned that her mother had used the word ‘tits’ and I was in the middle. 

Now Rachel was getting into the act. “Well Aunt Sara is awful big for my bikini. Guess you can’t blame a dog for licking his chops around a steak dinner.”

“Stop it you two. He will be back any minute.”, I said hoping to put an end to the banter. 

Mary was not done with me yet however, she said, “Why don’t you take it off before he comes back and really freak him out. Remember Chad Thayer?”

I was really blushing now. Chad Thayer was a high school football jock that I was madly in love with in 10th grade. When I was 15 I went to a pool party where he was and dove into the deep end to show off my diving skills only to lose my bikini top as I hit the water. I ran into the house to mortifying whistles and cheers from Chad and his friends. I was too embarrassed to ever talk to him after that, but I never forgot the feeling of running topless into the house. When I was younger I sometimes masturbated to that image that I held in my mind of what I must have looked like.

Rachel was rolling with laughter as her mother retold the story to her. 

“Sorry girls my flashing days are over. If you want to thrill Richard, you are on your own, but then again I think you might have over-stimulated him last night.” I said to my sister. 

Rachel burst out in a new fit of laughter as it was Mary’s turn to blush crimson. 

“Yeah mom, I thought I was too old to be spanked, but I guess you are never too old.” Rachel said jabbing the knife into her mother a little deeper.

“Fuck off both of you.” Mary said in a joking tone. “We are supposed to be making fun of Richard not each other. Don’t you know that’s what we do when the guy leaves?”, she said in mock exasperation.

Richard returned with the pitcher of drinks to hear only the last sentence of our conversation. “So making fun of me are we?” he asked with mock hurt in his slightly slurred good natured voice.

We all three giggled together like we were kids and it felt wonderful. Mary was the first to speak, “No hun, just having girl talk. Besides you are way too easy of a target today. Just try to keep your tongue off the floor with us hot babes out here sunbathing.”

“I’ll try.” he said in slightly exasperated voice. 

As the third pitcher of drinks appeared as the sun set and Richard lit the grill, I knew I was not getting underwear this night but I really didn’t care. The temperature began to drop as spring days do in the midwest and Mary loaned me a pair of sweats to go over my shorts and bikini top. 

We ate hotdogs on the deck and talked until around 9pm when the chill turned to cold. We were all still feeling very loose and happy from the booze, but not yet drunk as we had paced ourselves and eaten a meal. 

“Turn on the hot tub for later.”, Mary called to Richard as he cleaned up the grill dishes as we loaded the dishwasher. 

“Sure hun.”, Richard replied with care and love in his voice. I was suddenly hit with an almost painful longing for Ron. I missed him and was hurt that he was going to miss our deadline. I was falling in love with him, and the fact that he had betrayed the trust of our game made it more difficult. 

Mary must have noticed my face because she asked, “What’s wrong Sara?”

I smiled and put on my ‘happy face’ and said, “Nothing, its just I was expecting a little something from Ron this week and it hasn’t come yet. I guess I am just a little disappointed.”

Rachel overheard us and said, “Oh shit I forgot.”

We both turned to her and she said, “Aunt Sara I am sorry, the Fedex guy came today with a package for you, but you were outside. I put it on your bed and forgot to tell you.”

I was stunned. Surely Ron would not have sent his fantasy to me here. What if someone opened it? What if I was gone or it got lost? What if? I ran to the guest bedroom and picked up the fedex package that lay on my pillow. Sure enough it was from Ron. It was a letter pack that was sealed and I was both horrified at its appearance in my sister’s home and relieved that he had not forgotten about me.

I turned the package over in my hands and was about to tear it open when Rachel came through the door. “What is it?” she asked.

I looked at her and smiled and realized that this could wait. It was here. That was the important thing. Besides, I was too drunk to be thinking about whatever was written inside. I would open it in the morning.

“Nothing Rachel. Just a letter I need. It’s not important tonight.” I said as I slipped the package into my luggage and went back downstairs to enjoy the evening.

Rachel and I walked downstairs together after each taking a minute to use the bathroom. Richard and Mary were blending another pitcher of Margaritas and pouring them into tall glasses rimmed with salt. 

Rachel was obviously a little drunk, but not out of control. She took her glass and asked if these glasses meant what she thought they did. 

I was a bit confused until Richard flicked a finger on the bottom of his glass to make not the plinking sound that glass makes but the softer thud of a finger hitting plastic. “Hot tub glasses”, he said grinning.

We returned to the deck where steam billowed out of the hot tub into crisp night air. Rachel stripped out of her sweats to reveal her bikini underneath as did Mary and Richard. They began climbing one by one into the hot tub, and I could not help but notice Richards tight body as it was revealed to me. “Lucky girl my sister.” I thought as my mind flashed on the image that last nights sounds brought to my mind.

Rachel was as stunning as only an 18 year old in a bikini can be, and Mary looked very sexy as well as an older more mature version of Rachel. 

I stripped off my sweat suit and slid into the tub between Rachel and Mary. My shorts were baggy and heavy as they got wet, but Rachel’s bottoms were too tight for me, and Mary did not have an extra swim suit.

We were all enjoying the moment drinking cold drinks and enjoying the hot steamy water.  Mary and Rachel were in rare form and joking with each other like I remembered. It had obviously been a long time for both of them since humor was in their relationship and they both seemed eager to make up for lost time.

“So tell me Rachel, you really want to be a photographer and are not just using this as an excuse to chase city boys are you.” Mary bantered to her daughter.

I was afraid this might touch a nerve with Rachel, but she didn’t bat an eye before saying, “Nah, I figure I can get laid here or there just as easy, but it would be nice to have a career too.”

Richard laughed, and after a minute so did Mary. “I suppose I deserved that.” She said.

“Speaking of getting laid, how is Ron?”, Mary asked me.

I almost choked on my drink thinking of the letter waiting for me upstairs. 

“He’s fine and treating me like his princess/love slave.” I replied.

“Oh ‘love slave’? Do tell.” Richard entered the conversation.

“Yeah does he spank you?” Rachel asked.

Now it was Richard’s turn to choke not being privy to our conversation earlier. “Relax hon. Apparently our walls are not thick enough.” Mary said to her husband.

Richard’s face was not burning in the moonlight and the three women in the hot tub giggled like schoolgirls that only one of us was. 

“Sorry.” was all Richard could muster.

We were all laughing now except for Richard. “Don’t look so freaked out Dad”, Rachel said. “It’s not like I thought I was hatched. You’re just a guy, you can’t help it.”

We all laughed again at that comment. 

“So when did you become so worldly wise young lady?” Richard asked truly astonished at the turn of events of the last few hours. 

“I dunno. When I met Robert last year I guess.” Rachel said grinning at the innuendo at the loss of her virginity.

I pinched Rachel under the water as a gentle reminder that she might be sharing too much too soon. She jolted, but got the message. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and stood up in the hot water as steam billowed off her gorgeous skin in the moonlight. She stretched and climbed out of the tub and pranced across the deck and into the house. 

“Damn she’s grown up.” Richard said.

“Yeah and she is so damn beautiful it’s scary.” I said.

“She gets that from my side of the family.” Mary said jokingly.

Richard laughed and said, “She does bear a striking resemblance to you and your sister too.”

“Do you mean Sara’s tits because you’ve been staring at them all day.” Mary joked at her husband.

Richard blushed right along with me as he stammered, “I er.. don’t know what you mean.”

“Please Richard. I am not an idiot, nor am I so insecure that I freak out because you notice a nice pair of boobs. Just as long as you still like mine.” she said and flashed her husband by pulling up her bikini top. 

She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth as if to say, ‘It’s all good’. He kissed her back deeply, and I began to feel a little like a third wheel. 

Rachel came bounding out of the house with yet another pitcher of booze and giggled as she caught her mother half out of her swimsuit making out with her dad. “Jeez you two, get a room. Is the hot tub now going clothing optional?” she asked giggling as she slid in next to me and refilled my drink. 

Mary turned to her daughter and threw her top at her jokingly. “My house, my rules. And as I recall you aren’t living in it next month so we can go butt-naked if we want.”, Mary said and punctuated the statement by slipping out of her bottoms under the foaming water and flipping them across the deck.

Mary then slid under the foam and after some struggling came up with Richard’s shorts and tossed them across the deck with hers. “See we are not such lame parents as you thought. We are naked hot-tubbing just like the movie stars.” Mary said giggling in a drunken voice.




The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 02



I had a 4 hour drive home after leaving my sister’s house, and as nice as my trip was, I was glad to be heading home. My head was pounding lightly from the Margaritas and hot tubbing the night before. Rachel did not mention our nude hot-tubbing adventure and neither did I. I figured she was a bit embarrassed so both her mother and I let it go.

I took a long drink of my diet coke as I drove across miles of nothing that epitomized central Illinois. The day was warm and I was wearing a pair of comfy white cotton shorts, still without underwear, a light blue t-shirt without bra, and listening to classic rock while a warm breeze filled my car. 

It would be nice to get home and see Ron.

Now there was a thought. Now that I had sobered up and re-read his latest little fantasy, my heart raced every time I thought of it. I watched the movie on the internet again before I left my sister’s house, and part of me was wondering was this getting out of control? But yet another part of me imagined myself on my knees taking those men, letting them cover me in cum, use me for no other purpose than for an instant of sexual gratification. I felt sexual (powerful?) knowing that I was filling their minds with fodder for their fantasies as I kneeled, covered in their seed, as if worshiping their cocks. It turned me on to think that ten years from now a guy I had not thought of in years would be somewhere jerking off and thinking of my face.

Jesus I was wet at the thought. Am I really like this? My God what is happening to me? Deep down I knew that these feelings were…… what? Wrong? Five months ago I would have thought so. No I would have been certain, but now… I don’t know anymore. In the moment I am so turned on…so sexual. Maybe I am over thinking it. I would not call it wrong anymore, just non-traditional I guess. Yes “non traditional” has a nice innocuous sound to it. 

Who was I kidding? I have done some freaky shit in the past few months. I fucked a bunch of guys (and girls) while my boyfriend watched and participated. Why? Who was I becoming? Was this about love or lust? Was I being used? Was I using Ron? Was I really this way? Was I normal (whatever that is)? Shit.

What probably scared me the most was the fact that I was really falling for this guy. We connected on a deeply sexual level, but also there was more to it. We trusted each other and I felt secure with him like never before. Was this sexual adventure giving me freedom to love on a whole new level? I never worried about him cheating on me. Hell how can you cheat when your lover finds strippers for you to fuck. I also knew that a fuck was a fuck, but we shared something deeper. 

Or maybe I am the world’s biggest sucker to buy into that line of thinking. Maybe he was using me as a toy. Maybe I was not the first player of the game with Ron, although I knew that this was not true deep down. Fucking maybes. 

And then there was the risk to the game. What if someone ever found out? Someone like Mary, Rachel, or the people I worked with. Jesus, I could only imagine the shit I would catch from any and all of those people. Yet that part of the game made it exciting to play. Without risk there can be no thrills in life. This was getting complicated.

What I was struggling with is the question, “Is what I am doing going to have negative consequences, or was this a healthy, albeit non-traditional, expression between two people in a relationship.” Answer: I don’t fucking know. 

I was excited, turned on, and terrified of the metaphorical road we were racing down. I just hoped that the bridge wasn’t out. 

The low gas light flickered on my dashboard indicating I was about 30 miles short of taking a long walk. I exited the highway at the next opportunity still lost in my troubled thoughts.

There was one lonely gas station at the exit I took surrounded by miles of flat fields that still stood brown and empty. I pulled into the station next to the one set of lonely gas pumps and got out of the car. The station was about ten years behind the times and there was no “pay at the pump” option. I sighed realizing I had to go into the small convenient store to pay, and probably would be ogled by a dirty, overweight attendant. I giggled to myself knowing I was “going commando” as Rachel so eloquently put it earlier that morning and thought, “What the hell. Give the guy a thrill.” 

I pumped 15 dollars of gas into my car and grabbed my purse and went inside. The inside of the store was slightly smoky as a cigarette burned down in an ash try behind the counter. The store was crammed full of gondolas of preserved food and stale chips. The attendant much to my surprise was a young woman who looked to be about 19 years old. Somewhere through the back door was another person as I could hear shuffling around through an open doorway.

The woman was pretty but was clearly not the brightest bulb in the bunch. She wore tight “Daisy Duke” jean shorts and a tube top that was two sizes to small. She looked sexy as hell, as only a 19 year old can pull off and there was an instant where I thought of her as a slutty and ignorant version of Rachel. 

I approached the counter and she smiled at me looking both embarrassed and flushed. She wore a nametag that read, “Amy” in the do it yourself sticker tape that I had often played with as a child. 

I smiled back a bit confused by her reaction and said, “Hello”. 

Immediately through the door a handsome young man about her age emerged from the stock room, and from the state of his clothes and open zipper, I realized I had just interrupted something. The boy was muscular, thin, and fit. He wore blue overalls with the name “Daryl” printed above the breast pocket. 

“What can I do you for?”, the Midwestern yokel asked zipping up his fly. 

I smiled at the absurdity of the question and said, “No need to do me today, just got some gas. I am sure you can do her instead though.” I nodded toward the girl. The boy obviously did not get the innuendo or the play on words but merely cocked his head to one side and scooped my Mastercard that I had put on the counter. 

The girl blushed a deeper shade of red (clearly a few IQ points ahead of her boyfriend) and found the magazine rack clearly needed her attention and moved away from me. Meanwhile Mr. IQ noticed my tits and stared at them as if he were a starving dog in a hotdog factory. 

“Sorry missy, but we ain’t got no machine for this here card. Cash only.”

“You’re kidding.” I said incredulously. 

“Nope. Got a sign and everythin’”, he said pointing toward a 3X5 index card that looked coffee stained and was taped on the side of the cash register. In block letters that no one could read from farther than 3 feet away, the “sign” clearly said, “No Credit or Checks. Cash Only.”

“You must not be from ‘round here. Huh?”, Daryl said all the while continuing to admire my body.

I rummaged through my purse and came up with 3.43 in change and one crumpled dollar bill. Damn I hate the country. 

“No Daryl I am not from around here, and it looks like I am in need of a bank or cash machine. Do you happen to have one of those ‘round here?” I asked getting irritated.

“Well there’s the dairy mart up the road. They got one of them ATM machines.”, Daryl replied. “But they ain’t open till tomorrow, it bein’ Sunday and all.”

I shook my head at the absurdity of him giving me directions to a place that was not even open. “Well Daryl, I think we have a problem. You see I don’t have any money, and you can’t take my credit card. So how about you take down my address and phone number and when I get home I will send you a money order for my gas.”

Daryl cocked his head considering for a moment and taking another opportunity to look at my tits. 

“Daryl, as interesting as you find my tits, I don’t think they are going to help in this situation.”, I said trying to direct his line of sight a bit further north.

Daryl frowned obviously irritated at my comment. “Ladies down here don’t talk like that.”

“Well we have already established that I am not from here.” I replied growing more irritated.

Amy moved back behind the counter and toward Daryl obviously interested in our exchange, or perhaps just marking her territory. Apparently her curiosity about me was stronger than her embarrassment of me catching her in the middle of fucking Daryl.

Daryl glanced at the girl and then back to me. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, and I wondered what he was thinking. He did the double take again and I recognized the look in his eyes of smoldering lust. 

For the first time since I walked into the place, I felt a shiver go through me as if sensing something amiss. I glanced around and I suddenly felt very alone in the store, and I was very aware of how nearly naked I was in nothing but a thin pair of shorts and t-shirt. My anger subsided and was replaced with a tingle of anxiety. What was going to happen here? 

A shiver went through me again, not of fear but something close to it. My nipples tingled under my thin t-shirt. I was suddenly aware of every brush of fabric against my chest. My nipples became aroused against my will, and I had to cross my arms in front of my chest to avoid displaying the fact that I wore no bra.

The hairs on my legs although shaved two days ago stood on end as I watched Daryl and Amy whisper in conspiratorial tones. Amy shook her head twice as if to say, “No.”, but eventually Daryl seemed to convince her of his point of view.

Without being aware of it I had slowly backed away from the counter and my ass was against the frozen ice cream cooler. Something inside of me was screaming to get the hell out of there, and hours later I would be asking myself why I didn’t. 

Conflicting emotions raced through me. I recognized the adrenaline rush I felt as my fight or flight reflex screamed at me. But there was something more. Something deep under the surface that kept me from running out of that dingy gas station. God help me I was aroused. I had caught those two fucking and now Daryl wanted me. 

What was worse a small part of me loved the fact that he wanted me. I was nervous and afraid, but if I was completely honest with myself, I had to admit that in the animal part of my brain, I loved the fact that this young and handsome boy wanted nothing more than to fuck me right now. It made me feel wanted and sexual, depraved and wanton, and God help me I was getting off on those feelings. Tingles ran through my body. My nipples reacted and my pussy salivated.

Daryl then looked at me with lustful eyes as Amy stood beside him looking both amused and nervous. “How about we work out some sorta payment plan?”

My mouth went dry knowing what he was thinking. 

“What did you have in mind?”, I heard myself reply in an unsteady voice that made me feel less in control of this situation than I had since I left my car. 

Daryl could sense my weakness and it fed both his lust for me and his confidence. I looked at Amy gauging her position in this developing situation. Would she really stand there and watch while her boyfriend fucked me? I looked in her eyes and saw no hope of respite there. She would let Daryl do to me anything he wished and some part of her would enjoy it.

“How about I pay for yer gas right now outta my own pocket, but I think I deserve somethin’ in return.” Daryl said lecherously dropping a dirty ten dollar bill and five ones on the counter in front of him. “You know the sayin’ girl. Gas, Grass, or Ass.” he said smiling as if I would be impressed with his wit.

I stared at the money. Fifteen lousy bucks. He wanted to fuck me for fifteen bucks. Why the hell did I ever come in here? The depravity of his offer hit me like a punch in the gut. Butterflies filled my stomach and I realized I wasn’t breathing. Why was I even still here? What was I thinking? 

I froze. That is the only way to describe it. I couldn’t speak, move, or even think. A war was being waged inside me. Deep down every reasonable and rational part of my being was screaming NO. But even deeper there was another voice that was both scary and powerful. A hedonistic voice that spoke of its own volition and existed only to feed the most decadent and insatiable desires of the human condition. 

I was frozen. Two voices: one reasonable and safe; another that only wanted deeply. Sweat broke out across my upper lip as I envisioned Daryl naked. His muscular body pressed against me. I could almost feel him inside me with my mind. My heart was racing and my body reacting strongly to the pornographic images that flashed through my head. 

Daryl misunderstood my confusion and frozen state to be acceptance of his offer. He turned to Amy, who now looked less sure of herself now that the offer was on the table. “Close the door girl. We gonna live out those things we sometimes talked about right now.”

Amy shuffled out from behind the counter and I heard and audible “Click” as the door was closed and locked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her flip the “Open” sign to “Closed”.

Daryl was visibly excited. His cock expanded in his overalls and the outline of his manhood was pressed tightly against his jeans. His cock was big and thick, and I imagined being impaled upon it. 

He moved to me slowly as Amy stood 5 feet away watching. “God Daryl are you really gonna fuck her?”, she asked.

“Yeah baby. You know you want me to don’t you? Didn’t ya say it would be hot? Didn’t you say you might like to do it with me and a girl like her?”, he replied to his girlfriend never taking his eyes off me. 

“Gawd Daryl you’re so intense.” Amy replied. 

Understanding flashed through my mind. They had been fucking and Daryl probably told her about a fantasy of fucking another girl. She had apparently agreed that it would be something she would like.

I looked at her fully for the first time and saw the heat in her eyes as well as his. She was on a “cherry” high much like the one I had experienced a few months before. There can only be one first time, and this was hers.

Her desire fed my own hedonistic voice in my mind and reality and rationality succumbed to desire. 

Daryl was close now and I could feel his desire billowing off of him like heat from a forest fire. He was on a high of his own. Commingled with the male fantasy of ménage au trios, was the desire to do something so “wrong” as to take another woman with his girlfriend.

I was hot as hell and could not imagine letting this scenario stop prematurely. I would fuck them both. I knew it. Reason had left the building.

The thought of being their first time got me off. This was masturbation fodder for a lifetime. The thrill of being with strangers was intoxicating and overwhelming. Hell none of us would ever remember each other’s name’s a year from now. But right now, in the moment, we were connected by one common emotion: desire.

Daryl stood in front of me, but made no move to touch me. I could smell a hint of his cologne and met his eyes. He appeared unsure of what to do next. He had played his cards, bluffing well, up to this point, but he was not willing to rape me. I could leave right now, and he wouldn’t stop me. I could see it in his eyes. Feel it in his soul, if that is possible. 

It was up to me. And I chose. 

I leaned forward and grabbed his thick cock through his denim overalls and said, “Fifteen bucks; Fifteen Minutes. Make them count.”

His eyes bulged both at my grab and my words, but he wasted no time. His hands went to my shirt and he roughly pulled the t-shirt up over my head exposing my breasts. Amy inhaled sharply at the suddenness of the moment. Daryl pushed my back against the cooler and lowered his mouth to my hardened nipples. His tongue rolled roughly across my swollen nipples causing me to inhale sharply. I felt his hard dick against my crotch and I obscenely ground against him. 

Amy moved forward toward us. I could see her watching us with curiosity and awe. The look on her face was indescribably beautiful. I watched her over Daryl’s head as he mauled my nipples roughly, his need increasing with each swirl of his tongue across my quivering flesh. I bit my bottom lip to avoid crying out my own excitement. My shorts were soaking in a flood of my own juices. 

Amy was right behind him now. She watched my pleasure as Daryl’s fingers found my burning pussy through the fabric of my shorts. I reached out slowly and took her hand in mine. 

“God Damn Daryl. She’s lovin’ it.”, Amy said in stunned syllables.

The sound of Amy’s voice seemed to interrupt Daryl. It was like he forgot she was there, and he probably had. He then turned to Amy; his cock still straining to be set free. I stood upright from the cooler and the three of us stood in an equilateral triangle. Amy was to my left and Daryl to my right. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth and grunted hotly, “Tell me you like watchin’ me with this here slut. You like it don’t ya?”.

Amy looked at me to see if I was offended at being called a slut. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. I was a slut. Instead of laughing I reached out and took Amy’s right breast in my hand and deftly tweeked her nipple in a way only another woman could truly appreciate.

“Yeah Amy, you want to see your boyfriend fuck this slut, don’t you?”, I asked her. It was her turn to bite her bottom lip, but she nodded. Then I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth much like Daryl had done. She kissed back immediately and I knew that this was not only Daryl’s fantasy, but hers as well (although Daryl was probably not bright enough to see Amy’s fantasy was to be with a woman; and not just watch her boyfriend fuck a slut.)

“Damn girl. You are crazy wild.”, Daryl said not knowing who he was talking to. I continued to kiss Amy deeply, our tongues intertwined. She explored my mouth eagerly and shivered at my every touch. I began unbuttoning her blouse and revealed a perfect body. 

Her stomach was flat and tanned. She had full 36 c cup breasts that were hidden under her “work uniform”. I massaged her breasts as we kissed exciting her nipples further. 

Daryl moved behind me and pulled my shorts down exposing me completely. Immediately Amy’s hand went to my sopping pussy. A convulsive orgasm swept through me as her fingers entered me. Amy was licking my mouth and fucking me with her fingers. Daryl was not much more than an audience, much to his chagrin. 

As I recovered from the explosion in my pussy, Daryl decided to become a more active participant. He grabbed my shoulders from behind and urgently pushed me toward the counter. I moaned as he bent me over the counter forcefully holding my golden hair in his fist, my cheek pressed hard against the Formica countertop. He entered my sopping cunt a second later spreading my pussy open forcefully, using me for only his own urgent need for pleasure. 

Amy stripped out of her shirt and shorts and came to the other side of the counter. She watched me taking Daryl’s cock hard. I slammed myself back against him, impaling myself on his thick cock, returning his violent entry into me with an equally violent need to feel him deep in the core of my hot pussy.

I was grunting with each of Daryl’s thrusts that filled me completely. The tip of his cock slammed into my cervix with every thrust and the mixture of pain and pleasure was delectably intense. I was pinned against the counter, face down, as Daryl held me by the back of my hair and slammed his thick cock into me. I willingly submitted to the violent fuck I was being dealt. He spanked my ass as he took me leaving stinging hand prints on my butt cheeks.

Amy was rubbing her own pussy through her underwear as she watched us like her own personal porno movie. “Take it off bitch.” I grunted at her as Daryl rammed me harder.

Amy immediately stripped off her panties and discarded them. It was as if I had given her permission to fulfill her own desires. Daryl watched her over my shoulders as he fucked me doggie style on the counter like an animal. 




The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 02



Amy sat on a chair that was behind the counter and spread her legs obscenely exposing her wet pussy to me. Daryl thrust into me harder yet, as we watched Amy masturbate herself. She was close enough that I could reach out and spank her pussy lightly. She scooted closer yet letting me have better access to her.

I slid my middle finger into her as Daryl pumped and pumped his huge cock into my own wet hole. Amy was rocking her hips to my attention, and I finger fucked her to the rhythm of Daryl’s thrusts. 

Suddenly Daryl grunted his own orgasm flooding my wet pussy pushing my fingers deeper into his girlfriend. Amy’s eyes went wide at the depth of my penetration and squirmed uncontrollably in her chair as an orgasm ripped through her body violently. Her pussy squeezed hard and tight on my fingers that were buried deep inside her love canal. I was reminded for an instant of a Chinese finger trap as my own pussy gripped Daryl’s cock as Amy’s gripped my fingers.

Daryl thrust twice more emptying himself into me and then slid out of me leaving me empty. He slapped my ass and said, “Damn city girls can fuck.” 

Then he used my t-shirt to wipe his cock clean and left it on my back like a used tissue. He walked naked to the cooler across the store and got himself a beer. 

I crawled over the counter toward Amy. She was still panting from her own orgasm and I bent and spread her legs wide in the chair and kneeled between them. She looked scared and excited together and I knew from experience the feelings she was having.

I smiled genuinely at her and whispered, “There is nothing like it.” And then I lowered my mouth to her pussy and tasted her. She was sweet and tangy and uniquely her. I licked her clit gently at first to get her more used to the idea. Her reaction was immediate. She relaxed and let herself go and I used my tongue like a cock and invaded her womanly sex with it. She was contracting her pussy around my tongue in a rhythm I identified with immediately as she climbed toward another orgasm. 

I expertly fucked her with my mouth, wanting her to know how good it could be and eager only to give her pleasure she may never again experience. I slipped my middle finger back inside of her pussy as my mouth covered her clit, swirling with my tongue in gently circles while applying suction with my mouth. Her reaction was immediate and overwhelming. She cried out, “Oh my GAWD. Oh MY GAWD. OH MY GAWD.” Again and again.

Daryl watched with a spent cock as he drank his beer. He was out of his element here, and he knew it. Somehow his fantasy had become Amy’s and he had lost control. I found Amy’s G-spot with my index finger and massaged it gently with small tapping motions. And then Amy came again. Not in so much an explosion as a thermonuclear detonation. She screamed, “JESUS GOD” and her pussy expelled fluid as if from a fire hydrant.

I came then also. Not from anything that was happening to my pussy, but because of what was happening in my mind. I was giving this girl a gift that she did not expect, and the raw power and sexuality of it, combined with the heat of her orgasm, pushed me over the brink. It was the first time I have ever cum without being touched. Jesus that is hot.

Daryl stood wide eyed as his lover, who was supposed to be fulfilling his fantasy, explored her own and found hers more satisfying than his. He would never understand that her fantasy ran deeper than his. His was a story he would tell his friends. Hers was an exploration of who she was. 

When she had finished, she collapsed in the chair exhausted. I stood slowly on weak legs, my own pussy leaking its own remnants of sex. I picked up Daryl’s shirt off the counter and obscenely wiped myself with it leaving a mixture of his and my juices streaked across it much as he had done to mine. 

I put on my shorts and shirt that were wet with him and smiled at him as he stared unbelieving at me. “You all have a good day now.”, I said and leaned down and kissed Amy one final time. I left the gas station leaving Amy exhausted and fulfilled and Daryl confused and sticky. 

Two exits later I was crying. Tears streaked my face as I drove and I was shivering almost uncontrollably. The intensity of the experience left me feeling unnerved and raw. How did that just happen? What just happened? Was I raped? No. I could not deny that I had wanted what had just happened and had enjoyed it immensely. Who was I? Who was I becoming? Is this who I am, a woman controlled only by her most carnal desires? Did I just let a gas station attendant fuck me for 15 dollars? God help me I did and I loved it. Was I out of control this badly and why did I like it so damn much?

Fuck this was insane. Yet even now, as uncertain as I felt, when I thought about Daryl fucking me like that, it made me hot. I had not cum until I was with Amy, but the image of me being bent over and forcefully fucked like a piece of meat got me off. 


The thought of my experience with Amy caused a similar reaction in my cunt. I was wet again. Jesus, what was happening to me? 

I got off on being used. I got off on dominating Amy’s experience. I loved the control. I loved the lack of control. Is this really me? Should it be? I was racked not by guilt or remorse, but fear. Fear of where this would lead. Fear of who I was becoming. And fear of what would become of me. 

Each experience since The Game began was becoming more intense. Hell what just happened was not even part of the game, but a strange byproduct of it. Where would this game lead us? What fantasy would I have a year from now? What things would I do?

I was sticky with Daryl and Amy. I had to stop again. This time I picked a large convenient store that was bustling. I parked next to the women’s room and made the dash from the car to the door. I went inside and locked the door thankful that I did not need a key. I couldn’t go inside covered in semen.

I quickly stripped out of the clothes I was wearing and washed my hands, face, tits, and pussy in the sink. How degrading to wash your pussy in a gas station sink. Fortunately I had some other clothes, even though they were dirty. They were still cleaner than I was.

I dressed in the outfit I had worn on Friday and looked at myself in the mirror. A strange looking young professional stared back at me. She was in stark contrast to the “cum covered slut” that had gone into the bathroom.

Who was I?

My cell phone rang startling me. I picked it up and stared at the number on Caller ID. It was Ron. Perfect.

“Hello”, I said.

“Hey babe. How’s your trip going?”, he asked kindly.

“Okay, just got a later start than I planned. Be home in about two hours.”, I said trying to sound more calm than I felt.

“Sure thing. Hey, are you alright? You sound funny.”, he asked.

Damn him and his intuition. “Yeah no problem. Just had to stop to pee.” I said.

“Oh okay. I thought you sounded like you were in an echo chamber. You in the bathroom now?”, he asked.

“Uh huh”. I said with raw nerves and my emotions churning inside me.

“Hey are you really okay?”, he asked with concern in his voice.

I started to answer but lost all control instead.

I broke down and sobbed and it was like a psychological catharsis. Everything came spilling out of me. I told him everything. I told him about watching his movie that morning, about feeling confused and horny, about fucking Daryl and Amy in the convenient store, about everything.

When I was finished I felt worse not better. I knew he would leave me. How could he not. I waited, sobbing, for the ax to fall, but he never said a word. After several minutes I stopped crying and wiped my eyes still listening for him to say something and afraid that he would. 

Finally I said, “Are you still there?”, afraid that he had hung up on me disgusted by what I had said and done.

And then he said the nicest thing I think anyone has ever said to me. Just one word and it made all the difference. 

“Always.”, he uttered without a trace of regret or doubt. 

It was so genuine and ridiculous and wonderful that I laughed out loud. 

“Really?” I asked still not ready to believe so deeply in another person.

“Yes.” He replied immediately.

“And you’re not mad?”, I asked still not believing.

“No. Tell me how what just happened made you feel.”, he said.

“I am not sure. Out of control. In control. Sexual. Powerful. Weak. Scared. I don’t’ know I felt everything”, I babbled.

“Well would you go back and erase the experience if you could?”, he asked.

I thought about that carefully and finally answered, “No. I wouldn’t.”

“Well then neither would I. Some people go through their whole lives and never feel anything. In one moment you felt everything.”, he replied profoundly.

I sat in stunned silence trying to absorb the words he just said. 

“You’re amazing.” I told him and genuinely believed it.

“You are too babe. Now come home, and we can talk.” 

I hung up and drove home, and just like that I felt a world better. Ron was incredible. But I was even more afraid of how much he could hurt me. But I also knew that he wouldn’t, which is an amazing feeling too.

I drove home and took a shower that cleansed both body and spirit. I was still afraid, but being afraid seemed okay as long as I was with Ron.

I met Michelle for dinner two days later at a small bistro we both enjoyed. She asked me over and over again about every intimate detail of the encounter in the gas station. She squealed with delight during the second telling which also happened to coincide with the second bottle of wine. 

Machelle told me about her latest conquests and all in all we had a wonderful dinner consisting of girl talk, filet of sole, and lots and lots of wine. 

As we split a piece of cheese cake after two hours of eating and drinking she finally asked the question I was waiting for.

“So my sexually adventurous friend, what has Ron got in store for you this month? As I recall it’s his turn.” She said smiling at me over her merlot glass.

I blushed bright red even though I had not only expected this question, but had hoped for it. Michelle if anyone could make this happen. I don’t think I will ever get over my “blush-reflex”.

“Well actually it’s a bit unique this month, and I am not sure how to make it happen.”, I began.

“Unique huh? What does he want you to do? Pee on him? Have sex with a goat? What?” she asked in typical Michelle fashion.

“Well nothing quite THAT unique.”, I said and began telling her about the letter, the trip to my sister’s, and the video.

She laughed when I finished telling her about the “cum shower” he wanted me to plan for myself and said, “Well that’s about right for a guy.”

I stared at her confused. 

She looked back and said, “Come on Sara. Don’t be so naïve. All guys fantasize about a girl getting a cum bath. Why do you think they call it the “money shot” in porno’s? Its about a guy seeing a woman totally submit to him. I remember the first time I let a guy cum on me instead of in me. I just wanted to see it happen, but when it did you would of thought the guy won the lottery. They all fantasize about stuff like that. Now the fact that he wants lots of guys to cum on you while he watches is a little wilder, but basically the same fantasy.”

“So you would do it?” I asked.

“Hell hon, I have done it. With only two guys, but yeah it was a rush. The guys fantasize about you submitting to them. It turns them on, but really you are the one with the power. They submit to their fantasies, and we control how much they can have of them. I’m a giver what can I say.”, she said coyly with a devilish grin.

Michelle never ceased to amaze me. What she said made so much sense and gave me insight into both Ron and men in general, but I never would have thought that way without her. 

She was my sexual guidance counselor if you will. She is the one person who I could go to for advice and counsel, which is why I asked her to dinner. I wanted her to help me make this fantasy of Ron’s come true and subconsciously I wanted her approval that I was not going too far. I no longer trusted my own judgment after the gas station “incident” as I now referred to it. 

Now that the fantasy was out in the open, the part Michelle really enjoyed and excelled began: planning the fantasy. 

“So will you help me?”, I asked her smiling.

“Shit hun you don’t need my help. There’s probably ten guys in this bar that would do it tonight if you asked.”, she replied.

I blushed again looking around furtively at the male faces in the bar imagining each one emptying their balls on my face while Ron watched. 

Michelle smiled at me as if she could read my mind and leaned in toward me and said, “Okay hun here is what we will do.”

She spoke non-stop for 20 minutes coming up with idea after idea, refining the script she was refining for me as she went. With each new idea the fantasy expanded encompassing all of Ron’s fantasy elements and some of Michelle’s own. 

When we left the restaurant I was on fire with desire. I caught a cab back to my apartment and masturbated for an hour imagining in detail the events we had planned.

Next weekend would be crazy. I just hoped that Ron was ready for what had in store for him. Some of the ideas Michelle had were more than he asked for. A lot more. The only thing I knew for sure was it would be a new experience for us both. 

I awoke Saturday morning with late morning sun filling my bedroom. I stretched and enjoyed the feeling of warmth as golden rays caressed my naked body. I smiled to myself thinking, “Today is the day.”

I got up and made coffee and spent the entire day just lounging around the house. I had sent Ron a note yesterday telling him to be at my apartment at 8:00 sharp and I spent my day mentally and emotionally preparing myself for what was to come.

At 6:00 I took a long hot shower. After that I stood in front of my mirror staring at my naked body. I felt like a blank canvas that an artist would soon begin to paint. I could put on my work clothes and become a young conservative professional. I could put on blue jeans and a t-shirt and become normal casually dressed woman in her young 30’s. Or I could put on the clothes that were laid out on my bed and use the make up I had bought to become “Slutty Sara”. 

I loved the multiplicity of my personality, and it was fun to role play these various personas in my mind. “Slutty Sara” as I thought of her (almost as a different person) was about to make an appearance that she would not soon forget. 

I smiled at the thought and began getting ready.

At 7:15 pm I finished applying the last of my make up and truly looked the part. I had teased my blond hair making me look like a porn star in the making and had used liberal amounts of make up to hide the slightest imperfections of my body. I shaved myself from top to bottom and loved the feeling of soft nakedness. 

I stood staring at the person I had become and smiled. I slipped on a pair of black satin thong panties and pulled them high on my hips letting the thin floss of material slide into my ass and all but disappear. The thin triangle of material was tight against my lower lips and the outline was clearly visible. 

Then I put on a white “wife beater” tank top without bra. It was tight against my full breasts and displayed my nipples prominently. The shirt stopped just below my breasts leaving my flat stomach enticingly bare. I giggled at myself in the mirror feeling both sexy and ridiculous at the same time. 

I completed the outfit with a purple satin robe that barely covered my ass. 

I checked my makeup once more and stood back to admire my work. I barely recognized myself, but I certainly looked sexy as hell. I smiled and went to make myself a stiff drink. It was 7:45 and the fun would start very soon.

I was sitting on the couch starting on my second vodka tonic when the doorbell rang. My VCR clock said 8:01. I smiled and crossed the room to the door. When I opened the door Ron’s mouth dropped open. He stood there taking me in. When he finally spoke he only could mutter one word, “Stunning.”

I giggled and said, “Glad you like it.” and ushered him inside. 

“Now Mr. Fantasy, why don’t you sit down on the couch and I will make you a drink.” I said playing to the submissive role that was his fantasy. 

I brought him his cocktail and kissed him on the lips. I put my hands on his chest and lingered close to him for a few seconds letting him feel my sexual energy and allowing myself time to enjoy the feeling of him. 

Then I whispered in his ear, “Now I think you are a bit over dressed. Please get naked right now.” I said sternly.

Ron began to strip quickly. In less than a minute he was completely nude and sitting in the middle of my couch. I kissed him again and reached down to stroke his hardening cock. “Things are going to get intense baby.”, I said in a whisper as I stroked him to full hardness. I drizzled lubrication over his member and replaced my hand with his encouraging him to jack off. “Just don’t cum baby.” I said as I watched him pleasure himself. 

I was extremely turned on watching him. As he stroked the door bell chimed again. Ron looked startled and vulnerable in his current predicament. I smiled at him reassuringly, and it was nice to know he was nervous about this as well. In a voice more confident than I felt I said, “Keep stroking baby. Don’t mind my company.”

I moved to the door and took a deep breath knowing that once I opened the door, I was passing the point of no return. I turned the knob and opened the door slowly. Outside were 6 Nubian Gods. I inhaled taking them in. 

There were two black men, three white men, and what appeared to be a Latin man. Each was tall and built like body builders, muscular and lean. They were dressed alike in polo shirts and tan pants. They all had broad shoulders, thin wastes, and tight, hard bodies. Michelle had outdone herself. I would later learn that these men were male strippers and had each jumped at the chance to fulfill this particular fantasy of ours.

The one in front said in a husky male voice, “Good Evening. I am assuming you are Sara.” 

I smiled at him and led him and the others into my living room. Ron was taken back by the sudden intrusion of six male forms. The men did not seem the slightest bit surprised to see another man jacking off on my couch. The men knew their role and no one spoke another word at the moment. 

I led the men in front of the couch where they formed a semi-circle around me. I faced Ron whose cock was wilting before me and said, “Honey I think you are going to like this.”

Ron was beyond speech as I kneeled down and seductively removed my robe. The large black man to my right moved forward and I unzipped him. His cock slipped easily out of his pants and I realized that he wore no underwear. These were professionals. His cock was magnificent and I held it gently feeling the thickness of it in my right hand. I held it to my lips and gently licked the sensitive tip with my tongue, never taking my eyes off of Ron. 

“Mmmm I love dick.” I said seductively as I licked him and felt his cock expanding to my touch.

The other men undressed silently as I licked their well endowed black friend and watched Ron watch me. His cock was hardening again, and he was beginning to stroke himself once more. 

I turned to my left to find a white cock that was longer and thicker than its black brother to my left. I took it into my mouth without preamble and used my tongue to stroke the base.

I felt another set of hands reach around me from behind to fondle my hardening nipples and stroke my g-string clad ass. I alternated sucking these two Adonis’s enjoying the feel of their hard manhood on my tongue. I never lost sight of Ron who was stroking himself harder now. “Don’t cum,” I thought desperately wanting him to enjoy this sexual high as long as possible.




The Game Ch. 04 Pt. 02



My shirt was stripped off of me as I changed cocks once more. I was in a sea of big thick dick, and I loved it. So did Ron by his reaction. Suck the first one, then the second. Then another would be in my face and I would take it as well. Then I tried two at once and Ron groaned at the visual. I rubbed both cocks together with my tongue as I tried to wrap my lips around them both.

Then there was a finger on my wet pussy. God that felt amazing. It rubbed me in magical circles that sent shivers through me as I feasted on cock.

I was back to the thick white cock. I no longer even associated the dicks with people. There was only cock after cock in my face. Each man was stroking himself as we alternated. I felt the one I had spent the most time on shiver and the first eruption happened with my lips wrapped around the cockhead and my hand fondling his balls. 

A thick spray of semen filled my mouth and leaked down my chin. Ron was really whacking his cock now watching me take an anonymous load in my mouth. I swallowed desperate to take it all, but knowing it was impossible as stream after stream hit my mouth and face.

When the geyser of cum stopped releasing itself into and onto my mouth, I had to take a break and come up for air or right then I would have been covered by all six of those magnificent cocks. As tempting as that image was, I had other plans for this fantasy of Ron’s.

I stood up on wobbly legs with a face glazed and wet with male ejaculate. I smiled at Ron who was wondering why I had stopped. His pace on his own cock slowed but did not stop. I seductively stripped out of my g-string and stood naked in front of my man. My shaved pussy was slick with my own excitement and my nipples stood out from my 34 b breasts like diamonds. 

I walked to him. He smiled lecherously at me, enjoying the look of me covered in another man’s cum, yet knowing I was his. I turned with my back to him and slowly lowered myself on to his lap, gently guiding his cock up against my tight little asshole. 

His cock was slick with the lubrication I had provided him earlier for his own pleasure, and this unexpected event was welcomed by him. He told me later that he only expected to watch, but other plans were in play. 

I pushed down gently taking him into my tightest of holes feeling the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. When I had taken him all I did not move for a few seconds, but rather just enjoyed the fullness of him in my ass. Then slowly I began rocking back and forth, inch by inch, teasing him; squeezing him with my ass muscles; making him feel every nerve of his cock inside me.

The other guys watched in amusement as I took Ron up my ass. Their cocks were hard and throbbing as they stroked themselves as I displayed my anal skills. I was lost in a haze of intense sexual feeling as Ron’s cock filled my ass, its tip teasing my g-spot through the thin membrane separating my pussy and asshole.

Ron fondled my tits, lightly pinching my nipples, the way I liked and I groaned with pleasure. I spread my legs and nodded to the gorgeous black man. He came to me and grabbed my ankles spreading me further. Ron’s cock was buried in my ass and moved in deeper as this large black man spread me wide opening my pussy. I heard Ron’s urgent grunts as he thrust inside me as he watched over my shoulder as the nameless black man positioned his cock at the entrance of my wet pussy. Ron and I moaned together as he entered me. 

I could feel both of their cocks working in and out of me as they both fucked me in perfect rhythm. The black man’s thrusts became more urgent as we fucked like animals. I heard the wonderful squishy sounds of sex and light slapping sounds of two sets of balls lightly slapping together as two big pricks impaled my fuck holes. 

The black man cried out and pulled his thick cock from my wet cunt and stroked himself as white ropes of cum ejaculated from his cock painting line after line across my stomach and chest. 

Ron was going crazy in my ass, but I squeezed hard with all the strength of my ass to keep him from cumming. He seemed to understand and slowed his urgent thrusts. His hands massaged the black man’s sticky cum into the soft skin of my tits. 

Encouraged by the excitement of the moment, two more of the men moved toward us. One stood on each side of Ron and I. Ron’s left cheek was pressed tight against my right cheek so that he could see all that was happening. I leaned back to give him a better view as he panted his pleasure in my ear, “God this is so hot Sara. Suck those cocks while I fuck your ass.” He grunted.

Never one to disappoint, I opened my mouth wide and took the man to my right. My ass was slick and hot from Ron’s cock and my hand massaged my well fucked pussy toward orgasm. The man to my left held me by my hair as he stroked his cock and his friend fed me his cock. 

Ron’s face was pressed against mine and I knew he was getting and up close and personal view of the incredible image of me getting face fucked. Ron played with my nipples driving me higher and higher into my sexual frenzy.

The other men moved closer forming a circle of stroking cocks around Ron and I. The moment I had fantasized about for a week was moving toward me like a freight train. I was lost in the moment and loving every second of the sheer depravity of my position. Ron’s cock was deep up my ass and five men were jerking off around us as I sucked a big thick cock. It was incredible.

The man in my mouth exploded without any warning (there was not even the tell tale cock quiver I am used to). He came in a copious river that took me completely off guard. I reflexively leaned away from him from the sheer surprise of his orgasm (not something I ever do when I suck dick). My mouth was full of his seed and his tip slipped from my mouth. His hand immediately went to his cock and he stroked himself so as not to lose the power of his orgasm.

I closed my mouth instinctively to swallow and even as I did, I knew I would not open again in time to take his second spray. A jet of cum erupted from him painting my face. I heard Ron moan in agonizing pleasure as white, hot semen sprayed all over my cheek and chin. 

“Jesus yes. Take it bitch.”, he groaned lost in his own sexual haze. It was the first time Ron had ever called me “bitch” and even in the moment it was surprising, and I liked it. 

“Yeah take it bitch.”, the white man grunted as he jacked another stream of semen onto me (us). 

When the man finally had emptied himself onto me, the other men were cheering for him and applauding. I continued to grind my ass on Ron’s cock. “More.” I grunted.

The other man to my left began stroking himself faster now. I turned my head toward him and Ron adjusted so that his right cheek was now against my left. His cheek was as wet and sticky as mine, and I realized he was getting as much of the shower as I was. The thought made me so fucking hot I came at the realization. 

I pushed three fingers forcefully in my cunt as the man to my left grunted and ejaculated onto my open mouth. My pussy spasm felt amazing and Ron pushed into my ass hard and deep knowing I was cumming. 

I bounced on his cock now just wanting to ride him. I loved the intensity of this. Semen covered my face (and his). It dripped down my body in thin white steams. The four men left moved forward toward us. I was sitting straight up now really riding Ron’s dick. Each of them was close and I took turns leaning forward and taking them in my mouth one after the other. 

Ron leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me and placing his hands over my tits and pulled me back to him. The guys understood his intentions and moved closer yet. Ron was lost in his fantasy and loving it, and so was I. 

“Cum on my bitch while I butt-fuck her.” Ron moaned to the other four men. “Cum all over us!”

“Us?” I thought.

And then the thought was lost as the four cocks erupted in an amazing display of a man’s ability to produce cum. Ron moaned and exploded in my ass as what felt like gallons of cum spewed forth from those beautiful fire-hose-like cocks. My own orgasm rocked through me in wave after wave of contracting pleasure as I was showered in sticky white cum. 

Stripe after stripe of white sticky cum crossed my cheeks and opened mouth. I could taste the wonderful mixture of male essence. I could feel the heat as rope after rope of cum painted my hardened nipples. Ron’s body shivered under mine in intense pleasure. 

Another spray of cum hit me from behind and I realized the two men who had fucked my pussy and mouth had moved behind the couch and were ready for round 2. I leaned back and looked up to see a black and white cock inches above my forehead spew forth another forceful orgasm. 

As the spray subsided, I collapsed back against Ron in exhaustion as his limp cock slipped from my open ass. I was breathing hard and so was he. He held me close to him, arms wrapped around me. “I love you.”, he whispered and I purred my contentment. 

Each of our visitors then moved forward silently and rubbed the tip of their wilting cocks against my lips in turn. I licked the last semen off of their tip as the final display of my depravity. Ron watched as I cleaned the remnants of cum off of each of them. As the last man approached he leaned in and opened my mouth to clean him as well. Instead of putting his cock to my lips, he surprised me by moving his cock past my cheek to Ron’s lips. 

Ron leaned forward and licked the tip as I had done to the other five. The man smiled and then the group of them dressed quickly and left without another word. 

I was absolutely stunned. I could not believe what had just happened. Jesus. That was so fucking hot. I shivered again in excitement. 

When the door closed behind the men, Ron and I moved on uncertain legs to the shower to clean up. As we entered the bathroom and turned on the lights, the mirror revealed two people I barely recognized. I was absolutely covered in cum, but the surprising part was so was Ron. His face dripped as much almost as much as mine.

“You are messy!” I giggled. 

“Your not one to talk.”, he replied.

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. “Was that the fantasy you were looking for?”, I asked uncertain how he would respond now that the sexual high was over and he was left covered in 6 other men’s orgasm. That was definitely not part of the fantasy he had written, but it was something Michelle was sure he would enjoy. I was not so certain in this moment.

Ron appeared uncertain as how to reply, and butterflies welled up within me. Had I gone too far? Was this the beginning of the end? Shit.

“Actually it was not what I expected, but to be honest I think it is the hottest thing I have ever seen, done, or even heard of.”, he replied.

“I can’t believe you licked that guys dick.”, I stammered.

Now it was Ron’s turn to look uncertain and afraid. I smiled reassuringly and said, “That was hot. Was it the first time you have ever done that?”, I asked.

He smiled back and said, “Yeah. I never would have ever imagined myself doing that, but in the moment it was so hot and I was already covered with spunk so it didn’t seem so weird.”

I nodded knowing exactly how he felt, remembering the moments in the convenient store that I still could not believe I participated in. 

“Did you like it?”, I asked now very curious.

“Um I am not sure how I feel honestly, I would not pursue it, but it didn’t bother me either”, he replied honestly.

I knew exactly how he felt. We were two of a kind. Both of us could (and did) easily get lost in passionate moments. 

“My God this is the love of my life.” I thought and hoped he felt the same. 

He then came to me and hugged me. We kissed gently tasting both each other and the 6 biological sex toys that we had used to fulfill a fantasy.

We showered together and then went to the bedroom and fucked gently and lovingly. 

Afterwards, I told him about my trip home and the new room mate I was expecting. 

We were both nervous about where this game was leading. We decided to take a month off from The Game since Rachel was moving in next week. Neither of us knew how her presence would affect our relationship or The Game. 

We were both surprised at how it turned out. 

To be Continued………..



The Game Ch. 05



Foreword: To my fans and new readers:

Before you jump into Chapter 5 of this saga, I thought I would take a minute to tell you a few things about myself, this story, and Chapter 5. If you are a fan and have read the ongoing series and don't give flying fuck one about the history or the author of this story, then by all means skip ahead. However, if you are one of the people who have sent me feedback or public comments, and would like to know more about how this story came about, then read on. 

First let me say "Thank You" to you all. Your feedback has been appreciated and wonderful. I have even gotten to know some of you 'virtually' and really appreciate the kind words of encouragement. Keep reading and sending me email both positive and negative. It is all appreciated.

Now some answers to questions. Yes my name is really Sara. And yes some of the things in the stories I have had happen to me (although some artistic license has been taken). Yes there really is a Michelle and a Rachel although those are not their real names. Ron is very real. 

And yes to that one reader who asked, Michelle is single. She is my best friend. We have had sex, and she is almost as freaky as her character in the story. She is as you put it, "one cool chick".

Now about the Chapter you are about to read: It was the hardest I have written to date. It started out as an idea I had noodling around in my head from an event in my far past. I have made some changes to make the story flow, but it is much more a metaphorical story than the others. (Robin you will appreciate this Chapter or you will hate it. Please let me know which).

If you are looking for a lot of fucking and sucking action with detailed descriptions of the plumbing of sex, then I fear I may disappoint with this installment. (Don't worry there is a lot more of what YOU are looking for in Chapter 6).

However this story is very intense and somewhat darker than the others. It deals with some very real issues my character 'Sara' has been facing these past few months. It was unexpected the direction this story took and many of you ask what is going to happen next. Unfortunately I don't know. When I write the characters take on a life of their own and I really have no more control over them than the reader does. In many ways, I feel like a voyeur who spies on my characters and then reports back to you, my readers, about their activities.

This is a pivotal chapter in 'Sara's life". It is a diversion from the last few chapters in that its primary objective is to resolve a conflict that the character in the story can no longer deal with, rather than to titillate you with her sexual exploration. As I said, it was the most difficult chapter to write, and I hope I do not alienate my fans for letting "Sara" find more than a big dick or wet pussy in this chapter.

I hope you enjoy it, but either way email me your thoughts.

And now...

Chapter 5 – Rachel find a room mate and Sara finds herself

Saturday of Memorial Day weekend was hot and sticky as the temperature topped out at 87 degrees. I spent the majority of my morning cleaning my downtown Chicago apartment. Rachel had called me that morning at 8:00 as she left from her rural home in southern Illinois and traveled north via train toward Chicago.

Rachel was my 18 year old niece who had artfully conned both her mother and I into moving in with me and foregoing college for a year (see Chapter 4 for full details). She would be arriving sometime in the early afternoon, and I was wondering how my life may change due to the result of living with a kid like her. 

She really was no longer a kid. I had to keep reminding myself of that. She was not the child I remembered when I last lived close to them, and I vowed that I would treat her like a room mate and not a child. She was coming here to learn to grow up a little and also to educate herself in her chosen field of photography, not to be "babysat". I am sure my sister (her mother) expected me to take care of her, but I didn't sign up to be anyone's keeper here. But of course I would try to keep her out of too much trouble. 

What a fucking tightrope I was walking. 

And then of course there was Ron and The Game. 

The Game was on hold for now. We both had decided to take a month off after our last adventure. We were both a little freaked out by the intensity of the experience and each had our own feelings to deal with. I sighed and thought, "Well I guess you can't let 6 guys jack off on you while your boyfriend ass fucks you without spending a little time thinking about it.". 

I shivered as my mind flashed on the moment on my couch when the men emptied themselves on us. I felt a rush of emotion ranging from embarrassment/guilt to excitement. I giggled at myself nervously and went on with my cleaning. 

I was not sure how Rachel moving here would affect Ron and I, but I wondered if putting the brakes on The Game might not be a bad idea. It had started as a way to get to know Ron, and then it had morphed into a way to get to know myself. Now I wondered if I even knew the person I was getting to know. 

I never considered myself a slut or a whore or whatever label you wanted to put on a woman who had done some of the things I had done, but there it was. I still did not think of myself in those terms, but I had certainly done some "slutty" things. I even thought of the person who played this Game as an alter ego, "Slutty Sara". I wondered if this was healthy. 

I was not losing my grip on reality. I knew it was me who had done everything, but when I was participating I thought of myself as playing a role that was outside the scope of my normal personality.

It was time for a break to digest this idea and make some decisions about if this was a good idea or not. 

But then there was the "forbidden fruit" effect. Knowing that we were taking a break and I would not be giving a letter this month made me horny as hell. I missed the excitement of the game. I missed the anticipation of what would inevitably be an amazing sexual experience. 

Not that we gave up sex. We definitely didn't. Knowing Rachel was coming today, we made sure to have "fun" last night. We spent the whole evening drinking wine, naked, watching movies (and a porno) and alternatively talking and fucking. It was a great night and amazing sexually, but it was not the same as playing the game. 

Part of me wondered if I could give up the game now that I had started playing. What if I couldn't? A shiver of fear rippled through me at the thought. I struggled over and over with the control The Game was exerting over me. I often felt terribly guilty about the things I had done, but I also loved doing them on a very fundamental level.

I thought about that day in the gas station often. There was a moment when I was pinned against the counter taking that boy's cock where I could not move. I always shivered at the remembrance and honestly did not know if it was from excitement or fear. 

My mind returned again and again to that moment when I could not move, could not stop, and could not control the situation. The thing I always fixated on in that experience was not the cock inside me, or the girl watching me being fucked, but the feel of the hand on the back of my head holding me firmly bent over the cheap Formica counter top. Did I like that? 

No. 

Yes. 

I don't know. 

How could I like it? I shivered again. I knew I had to stop this game. But I also didn't want to. I wanted the game desperately. Why? What was happening to me? This was wrong, wasn't it? Or was it right? Did it matter?

I finished cleaning my apartment and took a shower with my thoughts. As I was drying my hair there was a knock at the door. I smiled and slipped on my robe and ran to get the door.

I pulled the door open and Rachel stood beaming at me with two suitcases and a million dollar smile. We hugged briefly and she came into my apartment obviously excited. 

"How could anyone not LOVE it here?" she gushed as soon as the door was shut. "Those are the biggest damn buildings I have ever seen."

I laughed at her first impression of the Chicago skyline that I had long since taken for granted. It was fun to witness someone so excited about the everyday sights and sounds of the city. It was like being here for the first time all over again for me, and the nostalgia was a wonderful feeling.

I showed Rachel to her room and she quickly dropped her suitcases on the bed along with what looked like thousands of dollars of photography equipment. "Aunt Sara I am going to love it here. Thank you so much for letting me come to stay with you. I promise not to be any trouble." She hugged me fiercely and I smiled again at the genuine feeling of raw excitement that seemed to radiate from Rachel.

We sat together on the couch as she recounted to me again her journey from southern Illinois through the suburbs and eventually to the heart of the city. 

I watched her with amusement as she told me about seeing the Sears tower and the other sights and sounds of the city. She was particularly fascinated with the train station and the fact that millions of people used public transportation every day. 

She was animated, enthusiastic, and absolutely beautiful as she sat with her auburn highlighted hair, t-shirt and skin tight jeans that rode low on her hips. When she had finished telling me about her trip, I told her that I had a surprise for her tonight. I was taking her to dinner down on the Lake and to see Navy Pier and the fireworks show they did every night in the summer. 

I thought she would burst with joy. Her eyes lit up like diamonds and her smile could have illuminated a room. I smiled at myself for providing her with such joy and looked forward to a night spent with my niece and new room mate.

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Dinner was at a trendy restaurant that overlooked the Chicago skyline. The awe that Rachel tried impossibly to hide as we were escorted by the waiter dressed in a tuxedo was an enjoyment to watch. We were seated across from each other at a casual table for two next to a large window that reflected the lights of the harbor on a serene Lake Michigan. God Chicago in the summer time is wonderful.

Rachel for her excitement never stopped talking about her new job, the city, how great it was going to be living with me. I listened quietly and offered small tid bits about the city whenever it seemed appropriate. I both enjoyed and envied this beautiful young woman who had come to explore the possibilities that life had to offer. 

We shared a lobster cake and then an intimate dinner. For my part I had the Tilapia while Rachel tried a grilled Sole for the first time in her life. All in all it was an excellent meal. 

Afterwards we took a walk down the pier and I pointed out the building that Oprah lived in and Rachel thought it was the "coolest thing ever" that Oprah was a real person and had a home like regular people and at this very minute may be looking out of her window and down on the pier that we walked on. 

The fireworks were dramatic and spectacular and Rachel and I watched them in silence enjoying the night and the brilliant display of man's ability to control fire. When it was over I suggested we head home, but Rachel was too in love with the city and the potential excitement to call it a night. So when she turned to me and said, "Come on Aunt Sara, show me more. I couldn't sleep now if I had to." I relented and agreed to take her on a cab ride to Wrigleyville to see where people her age spent Saturday nights partying. 

The cab ride alone was entertainment enough for Rachel. She stared out the windows watching the throngs of people moving about their lives. When we went by Cabrini Green Rachel looked on in awe. I detected a shiver of fear that justifiably went through her as she watched two men stand next to a burning trash can in the middle of the vast wasteland that was Chicago's public housing system. 

And just like that we were two blocks further north and the city was once again the city. The stark contrast never ceased to amaze me and I could only imagine the impact it had on my niece. 

The cab let us off near a small strip of nightclubs and we planned to walk down several blocks and just take in the night. Rachel was still underage so the bar scene was off limits, but the "people watching" should be as good as ever on a warm Saturday night in Chicago.

We walked six blocks before we came to a bar called Mulligan's. It was an Irish pub as the name suggested, but it was not a quiet pub but rather a full on party that raged over three floors. The dance floor occupied most of the third floor, while a sports bar and "living room" bar occupied the first and second floor respectively. It was currently one of the hot spots for the twenty something crowd. 

Rachel grabbed my arm and said, "Oooh let's check out this place." 

I smiled knowing that the bouncer at the door would no more let Rachel in than he would pick his nose in front of the scantily clad women that were still young enough to think that bouncing was a cool career choice. 

"Alright" I said figuring she might as well learn that this was not a small town where laws like the drinking age were somewhat more relaxed. 

I let her lead me toward the door, but as we approached we inevitably got separated as several people pushed toward the entrance. I was three people behind her when she reached the door, and I watched waiting for the large black bouncer to point her back toward the street. 

The bouncer spoke to her briefly and she fumbled in her purse for a second and then produced her ID. God she was naïve. Didn't she know that the bouncer was looking for proof of age? It was then my turn to be amazed. He opened the door for her and let her pass without a second glance at her. 

I followed quickly now that she was out of my sight and a tingle of worry went through me. The bouncer checked my ID with a cursory glance and let me pass. I pushed my way through the crowd and into the bar. The first floor was a very large sports bar. TV's hung from every corner and a large projection model broadcasted a Bull's Game over the main bar. The waiters and waitresses were dressed in Bull's Jersey's as part of the uniform. 

I looked around the packed bar for Rachel who I had somehow managed to lose. The bar was filled to capacity with excited, cheering fans all in their mid 20's. The game was in it's final quarter and the Bull's were up by 2. The crowd was roaring with every free throw and missed shot of the game which prevented almost every attempt I made to move through the crowd to find my niece. 

Worry was really hitting me now. Shit she had been here less than 1 day and I had already lost her in a bar in downtown Chicago. God damn it, I was going to kill her if I ever found her again.

And then just like that I felt someone familiar take my arm from behind. I whirled around to find Rachel standing there, obviously pleased with herself, holding two drinks. 

She handed me one and said, "Here Aunt Sara. I thought the least I could do was buy a round after that dinner." 

I just stared at her as both relief and frustration filled me. The sad part was that the frustration was with myself and not Rachel. Why the hell was I so worried? I knew she would not leave me and how much trouble could she really get into in less than 10 minutes. Jesus she's 18 not retarded. 

After a moment I smiled and said, "Thanks, but what exactly did you say to that bouncer that convinced him to let you in?"

"I told him I would blow him in the bathroom later." Rachel replied grinning with a twinkle in her eye.

"Very funny." I said with both mock and genuine irritation.

"Well one of my friends back home gave me this as a going away present." she said handing me a genuine Illinois driver's license with Rachel's picture on it; The only discrepancy was the name, which read Angelina Moline.

"My friends name is Angelina and our first road trip together was to Moline, IL. It was her goofy idea so that I would think of her when I was in Chicago. I have no idea how she got the ID." Rachel responded to my confusion.

"You're not mad are you?" Rachel asked observing me closely.

She was testing her boundaries already, and I had some tough choices to make all of the sudden. "No I am not mad." I said tentatively. "You are not the first girl to get a fake ID at your age, however, there can be some negative consequences. I am going to assume you are mature enough to make smart choices about things like this, but as the saying goes, 'You aren't in Kansas anymore'. Don't call me if and when you get arrested."

She considered me for a minute and said, "Deal."

I smiled and said, "Okay now how about we get a table and see what this place is all about."

Rachel beamed at me and was off through the throngs of people in search of a place to sit. I followed her and eventually joined her at the end of the bar where we could stand and watch the final minutes of the game. 

We both nursed our drinks as the Bull's eventually defeated the Pistons 108 to 103. The crowd was really into the game and it was fun to watch Rachel take it all in.

There were two very cute guys standing next to us and I was not surprised at all when Rachel drew their attention. I stepped slightly away from her to order another drink and let her enjoy the attention of these two bar sharks.

When I returned Rachel was engaged with the two men so I stood aside and watched with amusement. The guys were working it hard and Rachel was obviously enjoying the attention of these handsome sharks, and I wondered how much she was aware of their obvious objective. 

I handed Rachel her drink and she politely disengaged from the two guys and returned to our little alcove at the end of the bar. "Looks like you made some friends." I said tentatively.

Rachel laughed and said, "I don't think those two wanted to be my friends, but I am pretty sure they would have fucked me on the edge of the bar if I would let them."

I laughed and was pleased to see Rachel was not as naïve as I may have thought.

"They wanted me to dance on the bar in some contest they are having at midnight." she explained.

I laughed with her and we drank our beers. As the night progressed we watched the crowd and drank more beer and were both getting a little giddy. Occasionally the DJ would break in between songs and encourage the female patrons to enter their "Thong Dance Contest" at midnight. All through the place groups of girls giggled about possibly entering and the roving males encouraged each and every one. 

At around 11:50 a bar manager with a clip board and headset came around and went table to table signing up the contest participants. They reached us and I politely declined, but Rachel asked what exactly the contest was. The bar manager smiled lecherously at Rachel admiring her stunning body and said, "Well it's basically a dance contest to the 'Thong Song'. We let girls dance on the bar for 4 minutes and then we judge them on crowd noise. The winner drinks free all night."

Rachel considered for a moment and leaned to me and said, "Aunt Sara do you want to? It might be fun."

I considered her for a moment and replied, "I think I am a little old to be dancing on a bar, but you go ahead if you like."

She considered for a minute and looked around the room at her competition and then back to the bar manager. "I'm not sure I would be any good, I don't dance much."

The bar man laughed and said, "Honey I am sure you would do just fine as he admired her curves. So you want in or out?"

Rachel smiled and said, "Out I think. Not sure I am up for that tonight."

I smiled thinking of the night in the hot tub where she was embarrassed by being naked with three family members and imagined her up on the bar being ogled by half of Chicago. 




The Game Ch. 05-06



The Game - Part 5 & 6 - Bending and Twisting

"If you cannot obey, end the game." He stared down at her, a mocking sneer on his face. "If you cannot submit, end the game." Letting go of her wrists, his voice softened. "I've always admired your spirit. I think that's why I fell in love with you; but if you pit your will against mine, and don't just end the game...you will be broken." 

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Michelle was pulled from sleep by the now familiar vibration of the plug, and her husband massaging the sore areas between her legs. She lay there unmoving, willing her breathing to remain steady, hoping he'd think she was still asleep. "Good morning, my love." He said. "Did you sleep well?"

"What the hell do you think?" Michelle answered, irritated. Her arms and legs ached from being stretched, and every inch of skin still burned and tingled from last night...or for all she knew, only an hour ago. She had no idea how long she'd slept. The windowless room allowed no speculation about time of day. She'd arrived at the Fantasuite at 6pm, but the evening was lost in a blur of pain and orgasms.

"You do realize you're gonna pay for that, don't you?"

She opened her eyes to see her husband kneeling beside the bed, smiling at her. She moved to sit up on an elbow and looked at the tyvek bands wrapped around her wrists. The Game. The goddamn Game. The goddamn, motherblank, stupidass Game. Last night she'd cried and screamed and begged...and not given up. She'd needed comfort last night, and even after submitting to his torture for hours, he'd pushed her away. Well screw him and his game. When she moved to tear the band from her left wrist, she saw the triumphant smile on his face. She shook her head and laid back down, turning her back to him.

"I see," he said. "You're angry. But you're not quitting. Impressive."

"If you don't want sex or a blow job, what do you want out of this? The title of 'Sadistic Jackass' doesn't seem worth all of this."

Winding his fingers in her hair, Mark chuckled lightly. "You know I enjoy making love to you. And I need to fuck you, like I need food and water." He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back and leaning in to whisper into her ear. "And grabbing your hair and pushing my dick down your throat is heaven to me." His obscene words made her flinch as if he'd slapped her. He loosened his grip on her hair, still stroking it lightly. "I want your total submission and absolute obedience. When I give you an instruction, I want your only thought to be of pleasing me." He kissed her welted back, causing her to shudder.

Michelle rolled over to face him, annoyed at the warmth rising in her. "Why?"

"Because I see how happy you are pleasing me." He lightly kissed her lips. "When I tell you this makes me happy..." he squeezed her sore nipple, causing her to wince. "...I know you endure it to please me." He moved his hand to the soreness and growing moisture between her legs. "I know how the slightest threatening tone from me makes your pussy so wet I can smell you across a crowded room." He slowly slid a single finger in and out of her, carefully avoiding her growing clitoris, having no intention of giving her release yet.

Michelle sighed, disgusted by his words, yet moving to guide his hand.

"Stop." Mark said abruptly. Michelle froze. Mark withdrew his finger and touched it to her lips. "See...the only one who won't acknowledge how desperate you are to serve me is you. You see it as a sign of weakness, but if you endure this weekend..." he kissed her softly and slowly "...you will be the strongest woman I've ever known." He reached behind her and turned off the vibrating plug, slowly and gently removing it from her stretched rectum. Michelle suddenly felt very empty.

Mark stood up, breaking the moment. "I'm going for breakfast. You have 30 minutes. You may get up, tend to your personal needs, and prepare yourself; or you may rest a while longer and get up when I return. The choice is yours.

Michelle watched in the mirror as he left the room. She got a glimpse of darkness outside as the door opened and closed. She had no idea what time it was. She loved her husband, and hated that he might be right. The BDSM thing might have started as a curiosity when she was younger, but with Mark it had grown into a lifestyle. While he was falling in love with her spirit, she was falling for his power. The more she pushed and provoked, the stronger he became...and the harder she fell. She closed her eyes and relaxed, grateful for the choice to sleep.

The smell of brewing coffee and the sounds of crinkling paper drew Michelle to wakefulness, this time. Mark was standing at the counter, his back to her. Groaning, she slowly moved to get out of bed, the tell tale smell of a veggie omelet calling to her. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Mark said as her feet touched the floor. "Go have a seat on the loveseat, and I'll bring your breakfast."

"Just a second," Michelle mumbled. She stood up and stretched, still feeling the aches and pains of last night. Massaging her aching shoulder, she headed for the bathroom.

"Michelle." The tone of Mark's voice stopped her. "Now, go sit on the floor by the loveseat, and I'll bring your breakfast." She turned to look at him, his back was still to her, but she could see his unsmiling face in the mirror. She shook her head and turned to follow his instruction.

Grateful that she no longer had to sit on the plug, Michelle situated herself in the least irritating way possible on the carpet. The carpet fibers scraped the sore spots and burned the welts on he bottom. Setting her plate on the ottoman in front of her, Mark knelt behind her, smelling her hair, kissing her neck and shoulder. He paused briefly, then kissed her back, and the backs of her arms. "Interesting," he said finally. He rose and moved to the chair to have his breakfast.

They ate quietly for several minutes until Mark broke the silence. "I see you decided to sleep in. Nice dream?"

"I don't remember it." Michelle answered between bites, surprised at how hungry she was. "30 minutes isn't enough to close your eyes good, let alone dream."

"I was gone for an hour." Mark said significantly. 

His tone caught Michelle's attention, and she looked at him for several seconds, feeling that she was missing something important. "What are you gonna do to me today?", she asked?

Mark smiled. "Let you please me," he answered.

They finished breakfast in silence. When Mark took their empty plates, Michelle stood to stretch her legs. "Wow," Mark said. "You're either very forgetful or very tough."

"What?" Michelle asked, rotating her aching shoulders.

"After yesterday, you know nothing about obedience..." he turned back to face her. "...or you just don't care." Michelle paused in her movements, looking at him curiously. Understanding slowly dawned on her. "Sit." 

Michelle slowly lowered herself to the floor, amazed at her faux pas, and annoyed by the sudden wetness triggered by his tone. Mark handed her a small glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee. "Drink all the juice first," he said, taking his seat. "You'll need the energy." Sipping her coffee, Michelle got a sense that Mark was waiting for something. Halfway through her coffee, a knock at the door confirmed it. Hiding herself between the ottoman and loveseat, she watched as he opened the door to an older man, and a very young woman. The young woman immediately went to the shower and set up what Michelle saw to be a portable massage table. She watched her lay several things on the bench and then stand at attention beside the table. She smiled to herself...a massage would be very nice.

"Michelle, come here please."

Michelle was surprised to hear Mark calling her, and shocked to hear him doing it while the strange man was still in the room. "Um...Mark..." she said, "...I'm kind of indisposed, remember?" She tried to make herself smaller.

"I am fully aware that you are naked." Michelle's eyes went wide. He actually wanted her to walk naked across the room in the presence of strangers. "Michelle. Come. Here. Please." She looked down at the welts and bruises on her body, the lesson in obedience again fresh in her mind. She took a deep breath and chose not to make him ask again. As she stood up, the warmth of the blush rose from her toes to the roots of her hair. Head held high, she concentrated on Mark's eyes as she walked to stand beside him. "This is Nelson." Mark said. The older man bowed elegantly from the waist, hands behind his back. Michelle caught a glimpse of the triskellion pin on his shirt collar. She relaxed somewhat. "Michelle, please turn around slowly so Nelson can see all of you." Embarrassment burning in the pit of her stomach, Michelle did as she was told; understanding that she would not stop until Mark told her to stop.

"Your lady is quite lovely," Nelson said. "And your work is most excellent. May I?"

"Of course." Mark said. Shocked, tears sprang to Michelle's eyes as she anticipated the stranger's touch. "Michelle, stop turning and face our guest." Turning to face the smiling stranger, Michelle couldn't stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

"I believe your lady is frightened," Nelson said. "Allow me to soothe her fears."

"One moment." Mark said. He turned her to face him. She was trembling. "Relax." He said in the voice that melted her. "You trust me, right?" She nodded. He slid his hand into the embarrassing moisture between her legs and smiled. "I will be very...very pleased if you do everything our guest says, ok?" Choking back a sob, Michelle nodded again. Mark turned her to face the stranger.

"Please answer honestly, Madam. Are you here of your own free will?" Michelle glanced at Mark before nodding her head. "Honestly again please, Madam. Do you feel you are in danger of any real harm?" Michelle shook her head. "Thank you, Madam." Nelson bowed to her again. He turned to Mark. "My work here is done, Sir. Constance will attend to her needs. Enjoy your stay."

Watching the stranger leave, Michelle felt fear and embarrassment turn to anger. She stared at Mark, then lashed out to slap his smirking face. He caught her wrist, and before she could raise her other hand, he pulled her into a fierce kiss. She struggled against him, pushing and sobbing, then yielding and finally melting into his embrace. "You son of a--" she gasped. Fighting for breath between sobs and hungry kisses. "Don't ever do that to me again."

Holding her tightly to him, he moved until her torn back was pressed against the cool surface of the mirrored door. "Shut up.", he growled, kicking her legs apart. She continued to struggle against him while still yielding to his kisses. She felt his hand roughly between her legs, fingers moving inside her dripping opening, his palm grinding against her swollen aching clitoris. "You loved it!" He thrust roughly. "Tell me you loved it!" Uncontrollably, she shuddered on his hand.

"Noooo..." she whined, gasping, hating herself for her growing need. "...nooo....I hated it...."

He thrust again. "Tell! Me! You! Loved! It!" He thrust harder on each word, feeling her trembling, riding on his invading hand. "Tell me!"

"Y...y...yes...." she sobbed finally, as the mounting pressure threatened to overwhelm her. "Yeeees...."

Mark relaxed his grip slightly, slowing the motion of his hand. "And you loved pleasing me, didn't you."

"Yes," she confessed breathlessly, still moving on his hand, praying for release.

"And you're dying for me to fuck you right now, aren't you."

"Yes..." she sobbed quietly. "Yes...please, Mark...yes."

"Not now", he whispered, kissing her softly. "Not now. You still have too much to learn." Mark backed away from her. 

Michelle slid to the floor sobbing, aching, empty, hating the confession she'd just made, and hating herself because it was true.

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"Lift your hair, please." Michelle lifted her hair at the back of her head as Mark stood behind her, buckling the collar snuggly around her neck. "I'd actually planned to return this, but it appears you need it." He turned her to face him, adjusting the collar so the rings were in on the front back and sides of her neck. He licked his thumb and wiped the dried tear streaks on her cheeks. "You've had trouble with obedience this morning. I hate having to give you an instruction twice." He kissed her lips. "This will keep you focused, I think. Comfy?" Michelle nodded. "Good, let's practice, shall we?" Michelle recognized from his tone that there would be an unpleasant twist to this practice, but she nodded anyway. "First, turn to Constance and acknowledge her by nodding."

Shocked, Michelle instinctively tried to cover her nakedness, even as she turned her head to obey. In her distress, she'd forgotten that there was yet another person in the room. She turned back to Mark. "Not bad," he said. "You took an unexpected liberty, but you're still learning. I'll be more specific this time. Keeping your hands at your sides, walk over to the shower, and apologize to Constance for keeping her waiting. Tell her that you'll be ready shortly, and then come back here to me."

Michelle walked over to the shower door, fighting the rising blush. Seeing herself reflected a thousand times in the mirrored walls heightened her sense of vulnerability. Constance is probably all of 23 Michelle thought, speaking as she was instructed. The petite woman was clothed from neck to ankle in white spandex, every muscle and curve showing through the tightly stretched fabric. I hate her, Michelle thought as she walked back to where her husband was standing. The thought of the fully clothed much younger woman only increased her feeling of nakedness and imperfection. Mark was smiling as she faced him.

"Good," he said. "Now, I want you to go and clear the cups from the ottoman, placing them in the sink. Then get the butt plug from the bed..." Michelle winced at the words; "...and the cock I fucked you with last night..." she started to cover her ears, but thought better of it; "...clean them thoroughly and leave them on the counter to dry. You will complete these tasks and be standing in front of me in five minutes." She watched him pour himself another cup of coffee, then sit in the chair to watch.

Willing herself to not be embarrassed, Michelle moved quickly to complete her assignment. Having no watch, she had no way of knowing when 5 minutes had passed, so she just worked as fast as she could. "Four and a half minutes," Mark said smiling up at her. "Very good. This one might be a little more difficult. Look over at Constance and wave." Michelle did, the young woman nodded. "Now," Mark said, "Take your right hand and rub your pussy slowly." Michelle looked at her husband in shock. She glanced at the young woman watching impassively, and then looked back at Mark, her eyes pleading. "Take...your...right...hand..." he said again slowly, "...and...rub...your...pussy. For me."

Michelle stared at him, but didn't move. First she heard the buzz, and then she felt the tingle. Her hand immediately flew to the collar at her neck. The collar buzzed again, and she got a light shock. Mark reached up and firmly pulled her hand away. She stared at eh tiny black box in his hand. "That was levels 1 and 2. Touch it again, to feel level 3. Now...don't make me request a 3rd time." Trembling with barely hidden anger, Michelle slowly moved her hand her clean shaven mound. "Spread your legs, so I can see. Wider. Bend your knees, so you won't fall." Michelle complied, willing her embarrassment into rage, she stared into his eyes, refusing to let her body respond. "Very good, Milady. Back and forth. Now take your left hand and spread your pussy lips for me." She bristled at the words, received another light shock when she hesitated. She finally dropped her gaze when she felt moisture growing around her moving fingers.

"Now squeeze your clit for me. Harder. I said harder! Just like that....now stroke it." She didn't know if her whimper was from the pain of her sore clitoris, or the level 3 shock. "Now...take your left hand and slide 2 fingers in and out of your cunt." She did so without any further prompting. "See how happy you're making me." Michelle glanced at the bulge in his pants, and quickly closed her eyes, fighting against the pleasure that was mounting inside her. She heard him shift in the chair, and then felt his fingers enter her, moving in time with her own. 

"Now," Mark said, "I want you to look at Constance, and take your dripping fingers out of your cunt and put them into your mouth and lick them 5 times, and then slide them back into your cunt and continue to fuck yourself."

"Maaark...nooo...." The level 3 shock made her whimper again, and level 4 make her flinch. 

"I am very happy when you obey," Mark said standing. "but you are going to be punished for each time I press this button." Level 5 made her cry out. "That was not the highest setting." He walked around behind her, and slid an arm around her waist. Again she felt his fingers moving between her legs. "Don't make me ask again." he whispered. 

All thoughts of her own pleasure gone, Michelle turned her head to face the young woman. Fighting the tears that burned in her eyes. "Don't close your eyes," Mark whispered. "Excellent...Milady. You lick and suck so well. Now...that's it...back to your cunt." Ignoring the tears that spilled down her cheeks, Michelle laid her head back on Marks chest to once again pleasure herself. "I bet she knows what I'm doing now," Mark said kissing her ear. Michelle gasped when he began thrusting his dripping fingers in and out of her still stretched rectum; hating that she was learning to love it. "You love this, don't you? Me finger fucking your ass." Again, she flinched at his choice of words. Even as her mind rebelled at the thought of such a violation, she rolled her hips against his hand, trembling as the orgasm approached.

"No," Mark said, abruptly withdrawing his fingers. "You don't get to come yet. Stop now." In her mind, Michelle wanted to obey, but she was so close. The moan in her throat turned to a cry at the shock. "If I have to keep repeating instructions, things are going to get extremely uncomfortable for you." Her hand instinctively went to the collar when she heard the buzzer. She was relieved when no shock came. "So you are learning...good." He kissed her trembling shoulders. "Go get a drink, then go let Constance take care of you. Do exactly what she says."

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"You're what...23, 24?" Michelle asked. She stood in the doorway of the shower, her arms and legs crossed to hide her nudity. She walked slowly to the wide massage table, acutely aware that she would not be covered when the woman began touching her.

"I'm 31. On your stomach first, please."

In spite of her soreness on every part of her body, Michelle was looking very forward to this massage. Her arm and leg muscles still ached from stretching, and some of the welts still stung, and every inch of her skin still tingled from last nights torture. "What time is it?" she asked. She had no idea how long she'd been in the game. It started sometime the day before, but with no clocks or media available, no outside light penetrating the windowless room, and no idea how long she'd slept, Michelle was becoming disoriented.

"Your master will tell you if he wishes for you to know."

Ok...obviously not a 'traditional' masseuse, Michelle thought. She winced as Constance dabbed a foul smelling ointment on her back. The initial burn, quickly turned to warmth, and then nothing. She found herself sighing with relief as she realized all of the still stinging welts would be treated. She experienced brief discomfort as the woman treated her buttocks, and when she applied the ointment to her rectum, she couldn't help but move.




The Game Ch. 05



The walk home was when the facts really settled in for the first time.

I'd been going along with whatever happened over the last few days, and had no regrets, but needed to sort out in my mind what was going on. That last was just a little too close for comfort. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be caught in some really embarrassing situation, and get in trouble that I couldn't just laugh off.

The other thing I realised was that I needed to talk with someone about it all. I needed someone who could think a little more rationally. Of course, that required somebody that I could trust, and that I would be able to tell some rather delicate details to.

The first of many problems here was that anyone I thought of in terms of discussing the matter was also coming to mind as a suspect. Any of these people could be Birch, I thought.

Before I arrived back at the house, I had a plan of sorts. I'd thought through the likely involvement of Mike, and couldn't see how he could have done all the things that Birch needed to have been part of, and it just didn't seem like something he could have done. I resolved to speak with him as soon as I got there.

After that, I enjoyed the rest of the walk. The late afternoon sun was kept in check by a slight breeze, and it was very pleasant. 

My arrival at the house was punctuated by two things. First, as I walked up the steps, and through the front door, I was suddenly reminded of my appearance the other day, and my collapse just here on the floor. I was embarrassed by the memory, but I felt a shock run through my body, and I knew that I could do it again under the right circumstances. I could even look forward to it.

Dropping my bag in my room I wandered back to the kitchen. I'd been expecting Mike to be here, and wanted to talk. That was the second item. We had a whiteboard in the kitchen, and a message had been scrawled there.

Hey guys
I've gone home. My brother is in town for just one night, and I want to catch up with him.
Any foxy chicks show up, please phone me, otherwise I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, Steve, I beat your high score. Bite me.

Mike

Damn. That made things a little difficult, to say nothing of suspicious.

Perhaps revenge was on my mind as I reached into the fridge and stole one of his beers. I stood there, wondering what to do now, and stared, beer in hand, at the whiteboard. As I drank, I thought. Something was digging at my memory, and I couldn't work out what it was. 

I was almost finished the beer when it came to me. I clunked the bottle down on the table, ignoring the beer which bounced out the top, and ran down to my room. Somewhere here... There it was. The handwritten note from yesterday, crumpled and sitting on the top of the wastepaper basket. I took it out and flattened it as best I could before walking back to the kitchen, reading the note through slowly, though not caring greatly what it actually said. I stood in front of the whiteboard, the note in front of me, and compared. They were completely different. The writing on the board was much more free, and untidy. The note was compact, and neat. These were not written by the same person.

It crossed my mind that this could be a set-up. An image flashed in front of my eyes of myself on a horse, riding into an ambush, Mike closing off the exit behind me. I guessed that was possible, too, but it didn't seem likely. I knew I could confirm this by breaking one of our household rules, and checking some of the study notes in his room, but I wasn't convinced enough to do that.

I didn't know quite how I felt now. I was relieved that he almost certainly wasn't Birch, I suppose, but at the same time a part of me wished he was. Worse, I was now without a clue.

I had a list of possibles, but no real reason to pin it on any of them, except perhaps Ray. I wasn't at all sure if I wanted Birch to be him, though. I thought I was beyond him. Funny that. I hadn't thought of Ray at all, really, since this all started. Not like the previous week.

I was still stuck though. I knew Steve was unlikely to come home until the early hours, and I was in no mood to sit here and mope. I needed to talk to someone, but I didn't want to go out either. The solution was simple, as they mostly seem afterwards. I made two phone calls.

Annie was first. She was home, had no plans, and was available. I told her to come around as soon as she could, and to pick up ice cream, beer and a movie on the way. My offers to pay her back were ignored. Annie's parents were loaded. I lied a little, and told Annie I'd prepare a quick dinner before she got here. That was what the second call was for, and after I'd been assured a pepperoni pizza was on the way, I relaxed a little. 

Picking up the remains of my stolen beer, I traipsed through to the lounge, and collapsed in one of the big armchairs, flicked the TV on, and waited for the doorbell to ring.

It didn't take too long. I was taking bets with myself as to who would get there first, and had settled on the pizza guy, reminding myself that it could be a girl, and was at least a little surprised to find Annie standing there. She looked a sight. I'd called just as she was climbing from the shower, she told me, and she'd hurried to get here by the time dinner was ready.

I took the dessert from her hands, and sent her through to the lounge with the cold beer, promising to join her there as soon as I checked on dinner. She looked at me as only Annie can.

"You... you've ordered something, haven't you?"

"Annie, how could you? Here I am, slaving in a hot..."

"Hold it."

"...kitchen... What?"

"You're lying through your teeth. Go put that ice cream somewhere it won't melt. Too much hot air in here."

"Oh, how could you..."

"Pizza, right?"

"How did you guess?"

"Habit. You're lazy, you know that?"

"Only in the kitchen."

"Possibly. Heather, you never told me this was a 'pizza and ice cream' invite."

"You might not have come."

"Course I would have. I might have dried my hair first."

"No matter. I needed someone to talk to. Aren't you honoured?"

"Not remotely."

"Intrigued?"

"Last time I was intrigued, you told me all about that retard that bought you panties."

"I was..."

"Infatuated."

"Possibly."

"Definitely." The doorbell rang. "Kitchen, Heather. Melting. I'll get the... pepperoni?"

"How do you do that?"

"It's a gift. If he's a doll, do I get him?"

"Help yourself."

"He won't be then. Go."

I went through to the kitchen, shaking my head. I could hear Annie talking at the door as I put the ice cream away, and suddenly realised I needed to get back out there. I was too late though. As I appeared around the corner, she was just shutting the door, and juggling the pizza and beer.

"Give me one of those, Annie."

"Take the pizza."

"Listen, I just realised..."

"It's dealt with."

"Look, that was never the plan. You already got the dessert, beer and movie."

"Give it up Heather. It's done."

"Oh, look..."

"Nope. Oh," she pointed a finger at me as we walked back to the lounge. "You can have him."

"Bad, huh?"

"Shocking."

"Oh. I suppose you think this will distract me from paying you back?"

"I doubt it. I just wanted you to know I'm looking after you."

"Looking... you were going to have him yourself."

"Yep."

"And that's looking after me how?"

"You're too stressed for Pizza boy molestation, and you know it, Heather."

"Am not."

"Are too. You going to sit with me?"

I'd dropped back into the armchair where I'd been before, but that wasn't going to work too well. I struggled to my feet again. "Yeah, of course I am. Shove over."

"I am over."

"Nonsense. It's my sofa."

"It's my bloody pizza!"

"Point. Okay, we'll share nicely, Anthea."

"Don't call me Anthea."

"Your name, isn't it?"

"Don't you fucking start!"

We both collapsed in giggles at this point, and eventually sort of fell together, pulling the pizza from the coffee table on top of us, and stayed there, comfortable, quiet, and eating very piggily. 

The silence was eventually broken by Annie, who managed a solid belch before saying a single word. "Beer."

I responded with a belch of my own, dropped the almost empty pizza box back onto the table, and pulled myself out of the tangle of bodies. We were very comfortable with each other, but we couldn't very well drink like that. I pulled the bottles across the table and detached one without too much trouble. I opened it, and handed it to Annie.

"Here you are, Miss."

"Ta. Listen, thanks for dinner."

"Hey, no problem. After all, I did nothing, and you paid for it."

"It's the thought, you know?"

"Just as well, Annie." I took another bottle for myself, and sprawled back on the sofa.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, no ice cream for a bit, huh? I'm full as a tick."

"Me too. Later. Want to watch a movie?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

"Can't do that."

"Why's that, Annie?"

"Because, Heather my dear friend, you need, before we drink too much more beer, to tell me the thing."

"Thing, Annie?"

"What's that line from Monty Python? Oh, yeah. 'Don't play the slippery eel with me', Heather."

"Huh?"

"Too obtuse?"

"Could be. Might be the beer."

"Okay. You asked me around here for beer, ice cream and pizza."

"Did I thank you lately?"

"Hush. I know what that means."

"You do, Annie?"

"Yes. We both do. It means we have something of consequence to discuss. I didn't have anything, so you must have. 'Fess up."

"Alright, alright. I don't know where to start, though."

"The beginning works for me."

"Annie, have you any idea how annoying you are?"

"Yeah, some. Come on."

So I started. 

I told her about Birch, in the park. About the knife, and the game. I told her about the embarrassingly desperate masturbation when I got home.

I carried on from there, and told her about the saga with the skirt, and the panties, and the photos. I went and got the photos and showed her.

I told her about Mike. About how it was just random chance that he was the one in the kitchen. About my bathroom seduction, my insistence that it was just sex, and my uncertainty about that now. I told her about the note, and the handwriting.

By the time we'd finished the beer, I'd also told her all about my other episodes of self-abuse, and the entire episode in the prop room. I ran out of steam just as we downed the last swallows. We were both a little pickled.

She started asking questions then. How this happened; how that felt; what I'd like to do again; how I was about Mike.

In the end, that was what the conversation was centred on. Mike. How much I enjoyed our encounter, and how much I'd like to do it again. How I was suddenly attracted to him, and how disappointed I was that he wasn't home tonight.

We had collapsed into a pile of arms and legs again, sprawled drunkenly over the furniture, completely ignoring the burble of the television in the background, and muttering comments back and forth. All the embarrassment was gone, and I was so relieved at being able to tell someone. And Annie seemed to understand. She knew how I felt, and could tell how I might react to things.

The conversation wandered here and there and we went through a weepy stage, and a giggling stage before I decided I just had to get to the bathroom or make a mess on the couch. Annie insisted that she was just about to get up, and needed to use the facilities even more urgently, so I let her go. As soon as she reappeared, I stumbled down the hallway to take her place.

By the time I got back from having a pee, Annie was nearly asleep on the sofa. I knew for a fact that this wasn't very comfortable, so I dragged her off there, and we both stumbled back to my room.

Annie came to her senses a little more on the way down, and when we got there she demanded to know what the sleeping arrangements were.

"It's fairly simple," I told her. "We both pile in here, and nod off. In the morning, we sympathise about our hangovers."

"Are we that drunk, Heather?"

"I'm not sure, actually. But maybe."

"Yeah, maybe. Well... tell ya something?"

"What's that, Annie?"

"I always sleep in my suit."

"Your suit?"

"Yeah. My birthday suit."

"You do?"

"Yup. Drunk or not. Especially drunk, I think."

"Well, I do too. This a problem?"

"Not to me."

"Nor me."

"Good. Really good. Because I just might need a hand with getting these off!"

We collapsed in a giggle fit again, but I managed to help her, taking her top off first, and unclipping her bra. She was no more drunk than I was, but seemed happy for me to do the job for her. Her jeans were next, and I got her to lie back on the bed so I could undo them, before pulling them off.

Just as the jeans were flying off her feet, she sat back up, looked me in the eye, and spoke quietly. "You know, Heather, you could have used a knife for that."

That was all I could take, and I fell on the floor laughing, while Annie slid her panties down and off her legs, and threw them across the floor. She stood unsteadily on her feet then, and beckoned to me. "Come on then. I want a turn."

"Turn?"

"Yeah. I'll take yours off. Lie down."

"No knives."

"Promise, Heather. No knives."

I sat on the bed and let her pull my shirt off over my head, then had to stop and let her remove my bra after she had made so much fuss. I lay back so she could repeat my performance with the jeans, and she stopped, steadied herself, and slowly slid her fingertip down between my breasts, over my navel, and down to the waistband of my jeans. I shivered in delight, remembering the incident with the knife, and felt a wash of moisture between my legs. I must have shuddered, but I didn't say anything as she giggled, and pulled my jeans off.

The next step was a bit of a surprise. Annie's mouth followed the same path recently travelled by her fingertip, and I jumped with every touch. Her lips on my navel were almost too much to bear, and by the time she reached my panties, I was hoping there was no visible evidence of my arousal. She pulled at the top of the panties a little with her teeth before giving up and pulling them off with her hands, falling to the floor with them, thumping loudly with her bare butt. 

She fell, giggling as I kicked the panties off. I became aware of the escape of my scent into the room. I hoped she didn't notice. Perhaps she was too drunk. Reaching up, she tickled the bottom of my foot. I jumped, and fell to the floor with her, and we both lay there in a pile, laughing.

After a few minutes I realised it was a little chilly down there, to say nothing of hard, so I climbed carefully to my feet, and hauled Annie to hers. I pulled the covers back on the bed, and we both fell in between the sheets.

For some reason, once we were actually in the bed, things didn't seem quite so silly or carefree, and we started talking sensibly again. Annie had fallen facing away from me, and I was spooned in behind her, both of us slowly getting warm. She spoke first.

"Heather, umm... listen."

"Yep."

"Well, this business with Mike."

"Yeah?"

"I think... you should do something about it."

"You do?"

"Uh huh. He's so much nicer than Ray, and he's had a thing for you forever."

"He has?"

"Yep. He made me promise never to tell you, but I think we've gone beyond that."

"We have?"

"Yeah. And I don't think he'd mind you knowing, given the way you've been talking about him."

"Well, that's a relief. I thought maybe it was just me."

"No, think about how he reacted after the shower."

"Annie, wasn't he just horny?"

"Heather, do you know anything about boys?"

"Huh?"

"That was after his orgasm. If it was just that, he'd have said nothing."

"He might have just wanted some more."

"I'm sure he did, but that's not all, and not right then."

"Okay."

"What does 'okay' mean?"

"It means, Annie, that I already have a mother, but thanks just the same, and I'll see what I can do about it."

"You're angry?"

"No, sorry. Frustrated."

"Forget it."

"Thanks."

"You'll talk to him?"

"I will. After this game thing is sorted."

"I think that must be over, mustn't it?"

"I'm not sure."

"I think so. From what you've said."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You feel nice there."

"You too, Annie. I like the way we feel comfortable with each other."

"That's what friends are for."

"Yeah, but not like this, maybe."

"You'd rather I wasn't here?"

"Oh, no, no. It's just... well, I don't do this with any of my other friends."

"This?"

"Take them to bed, Annie. You know what I mean."

"Yeah. Hold on. This thing with Mike. Sorted?"

"Yeah. I think so. I'll talk to him, and see if he wants to take this somewhere."

"He does."

"You said."

"I did."

"Again."

"I'm right, you know. You do know, don't you Heather?"

"Yeah, I think so, Annie. Thanks. But what about Birch?"

"I don't think that's going anywhere, is it? Just a game, right?"

"It couldn't be Mike, could it Annie?"

"I don't think so."

"Should I be worried, do you think?"

"Nah. Relax. It will work itself out."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks Annie."

"Any time, kid. So... listen."

"Oh oh."

"Yeah. Honestly now. You horny?"

"Annie, I've been horny since the pizza arrived."

"Yeah, well your story got me. I knew anyway. You reeked of it when I undressed you."

"Yeah. Umm... should I be sorry?"

"No, no. Not at all. It's probably the only reason you didn't get a whiff of me. But Heather, if I slept on the sofa, would you be... dealing with it?"

"Oh. Well... I told you everything before. What do you think?"

"Yeah, well, just wanted confirmation. I was wondering..."

"Ah, yep?"

"Maybe if... if we both do it at once, we can both pretend not to notice?"

"We... That's a little... over the... yeah, okay. God, I must be blushing something awful."

"You can say no. I'll go to the bathroom."

"No, no. I'm so pleased you asked. I wanted to, but couldn't have done it."

"Good."

"Yeah... I..."

"Shh Heather."

As I fell silent, I could feel that she was doing something already. Her small ass started to move slightly in front of me, and she lifted one leg a little, to give herself better access. I thought I'd be embarrassed, but somehow I was beyond all that, and I reached between my own legs, feeling with a thrill that my knuckles were gently pressing the crease of Annie's ass, her skin sliding back and forth against my fingers.

We didn't speak any further, but our movements somehow became synchronised. Even though I'd been desperate for release the entire evening, and more so the more beer I consumed, I was now in a dreamy state that I didn't want to leave, and there was no hurry to come. I knew I'd get there eventually, and it would be worth the wait.

Undulating gently behind Annie, feeling her, hearing her breathe, smelling her arousal along with mine, I almost unconsciously put my hand on her hip. She sighed then, her body pressing against my hand in approval. With confirmation that it was okay, my hand started to wander a little, up and down her slim body, feeling her leg, hip, ribs. 

Suddenly, with one hand between my legs, stroking furiously, my other was on her small breast. Her nipple was large and hard, and she hissed as I touched it, telling me to squeeze it harder. I followed her instructions, and caressed the thing that was so much like my own, but so different. 

That was where the idea came from, I think.  Suddenly I needed to feel what her fingers were doing, to feel her swollen wetness. To help her maybe, but just to know.

I slowly moved my hand back down her body, a little nervous about the possible reaction, but convinced that she would reject me nicely if at all. As my hand reached her hip again, I slid it forward, pressing myself up closer behind her at the same time. My hand found its way down across the front of her body, down over the more wiry thatch, and encountered her own fingers, thrumming her hot cunt. 




The Game Ch. 05



She jumped then, as though she hadn't noticed, and then made room for me, moving her fingers away to take care of other needs. Suddenly it was just me. My fingers wet and slippery with her juices, her body sliding up and down my hand. I couldn't believe how it felt, one hand in her, one in myself, both bodies moving in unison. She felt more slippery than me, and it was strange to not actually feel what my finger was doing to her, the way I could with mine. It was wonderful though, and I bent to my task, blind to anything else.

She had to ask me twice in the end, before I took any notice.

"May I, Heather?"

"Huh?"

"What you are doing for me. May I return the favour?"

"Oh, God, would you?"

"I'd like to."

"Oh, please."

"Okay, but hold on." She gently removed my hand then, and turned to face me, so we could both reach. We could look in each other's eyes, too. "You sure about this, Heather?"

"Yeah, I'm... you've done this before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I have. I didn't feel I needed to mention it. It's just an occasional thing. I like a hard cock in there generally."

"M-me too."

"You do this occasionally?"

"No, no. I like hard cocks. Fat ones."

"Oh. Yeah."

"Mmhmm..."

"Heather, this is just... Well, friends. Best of friends. But not lovers, right?"

"Right. Absolutely."

"Not like with Mike?"

"Huh? Oh. No. No, this is really just sex, right?"

"Just checking. You don't have the goods, Heather."

"Goods?"

"Fat cock."

"Oh, right. You neither."

"Right. Now kiss me."

We didn't talk any more. Instead, our hands wandered over each other. I was spellbound when her hand appeared between my legs, moved my own hand away, and took over. I'd had boys do this before, but this was different somehow. Different and lovely.  

Now that we were facing together, nothing took very long. A few minutes later, our lips, breasts, and groins rubbing together, Annie started to talk as we neared the peak. She spoke in a way that I'd never heard from her before, dirty talk, harsh and direct, and then, when she went silent, I knew she was there. Her body went stiff, and she hissed wordlessly. I bit her lower lip gently, and we were both overcome by orgasm. Long and hard, we both came, gasping and groaning together, rubbing skin, crushing breasts.

Somehow we were separate together, and we each reacted in our own way, eventually rolling apart, and panting, lying on our backs, completely exhausted.

It was a few minutes before either of us spoke, both tied up in our own thoughts. As usual, the first words came from Annie.

"Hey, Heather, do you think Steve is back?"

"Nah, too early."

"So it's safe?"

"Relatively. What is?"

"The hallway. I gotta pee."

"Oh."

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"Should be fine, Annie."

"Race you, Heather."

We both leapt from the bed together, and stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. Annie beat me to the door by an instant, and claimed the toilet. I waited outside. She didn't take long, and when she finished, she called me in. I thought she'd leave, but she didn't, sitting on the side of the bath instead. I thought I'd be shy, but I just didn't seem capable of that any more, so I plonked myself down on the toilet and got rid of the beer.

"You know," she started, not even waiting for me to finish. "You are very sexy."

"Thanks Annie. So are you."

"Yeah. Listen, I wanted to tell you something."

"Oh, yeah, okay. You don't have a shyness gene, do you?"

"Huh?"

"I'm trying to pee here, Annie."

"And you can't do that and talk?"

"Well, obviously I can. I am."

"Well then."

"Yeah, okay. So tell me."

"Yeah, well..."

Just then there was a bang as Steve arrived home. We looked at each other.

"He's going to come straight in here, Annie."

"Yeah. You better finish."

"I have."

"Come on then."

"What now?"

"He needs a kiss, Heather."

"A kiss? No fucking way!"

"Oh, come on."

"You chicken? Just a kiss. I don't want to fuck him."

"Kiss?"

"Yeah."

"You promise, Annie?"

"Yeah, but hurry."

We leapt up from the toilet and the bath, and ran out the open door, both giggling helplessly, and literally ran into Steve, who stood, shocked, as we ran up to him, and kissed him simultaneously, on both of his cheeks.

"Night, Steve," Annie whispered.

"Night, Steve," I repeated in his other ear.

"Bathroom's free, Steve."

"Just."

We ran from him, laughing again. He didn't move a muscle, and we ran through my bedroom door, and slammed it behind us. 

We leapt back into bead, and pulled the covers up over both our heads.

"My God, I'll never be able to show my face again!"

"Nonsense. You'll have some street cred now, Heather. He'll tell everyone. Of course, no one will believe him."

"I hope not."

"You enjoyed it."

"I did."

"So there."

"Yeah, yeah. Annie, you started to tell me something."

"I did?"

"You know you did."

"Like what?"

"Now how in Hell should I know?"

"Okay, well, Heather, seeing as we are nice and private here."

"Under the blankets."

"Yeah, that."

"Well, hmmm... Can we get ready to sleep?"

"Huh? What about the thing?"

"Tell you then."

"Very secretive."

"Yeah, you know me, Heather. I like to make an entrance."

We pulled the blankets off our heads, straightened things out a bit, and spooned together again. This time Annie was behind me, and she had a hand on my hip. I could feel her breath on my neck, and loved the feel of her body behind mine. 

"Okay, Entrance Girl. Go for it."

She lifted her head then, behind me, and brought her mouth up close to my ear. She drew in a sharp breath, and then spoke, very quietly, in a deep voice "The game's over. Thanks for playing."

I spun in the bed, stunned beyond belief, and looked her in the eyes.

"You?"

"Yes, me. Is that alright?"

"I... I'm a little stunned."

"I thought you might be."

"I'd assumed..."

"It was a man. Yes, I know Heather."

"Yeah. But... The knife?"

"Yep."

"And the... you were the vampire?"

"I was."

"You took the photos?"

"Yeah, I did. You like?"

"I... but Annie. Oh, God, that was you down there with your tongue?"

"Yeah, it was."

"But... why?"

"Well, you were... in a rut, Heather."

"I... Yeah, but..."

"And I thought maybe if I could bring a little excitement to your life you could move on."

"Oh, but the... wow."

"Yeah."

"I'm worried now though, Heather."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Mostly that you'll throw me out of this bed."

"No, no. Ah... you... want me?"

"Huh? No, no. Well, like tonight, sure. Not like lovers. No."

"No?"

"No. Truly."

"So you did this for me?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I was a bit stunned when I found you in the shower with Mike. I wondered if you needed much more help."

"But still you did the vampire thing."

"I wanted to scare you again. You got so excited in the park."

"I did. You could tell?"

"You have a... scent."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nah. I think I must be sensitive to it."

"So... Annie, I'm stunned."

"Yeah."

"So, are we... still..."

"Friends? I sure hope so."

"Yeah. I do too."

"Well then, we must be."

"Yeah, I guess. You really think... Mike and I?"

"Yeah, I do. Who knows where it could go."

"You never liked Ray?"

"Never, admittedly."

"Then your judgement, Annie, might just be better than mine. I thought he was wonderful. For a while."

"Perhaps you couldn't see for... never mind."

"No, no. Tell me. 

"Well, for the panties."

"Pardon?"

"It was the only nice thing he ever did. And he did it so often."

"You're jealous." I was grinning at her now.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. Annie needs an asshole in her life. Yep."

"Ha ha. Oh, my God, Annie, thank you."

"It's alright?"

"Better than."

"Really, Heather? I was so worried."

"You know, you stress too much. Maybe you need some excitement in your life."

"Don't you get ideas."

"I'll be good. If you kiss me, and hold me while we go to sleep."

"I can do that."

"Good."

I kissed her then, gently, but firmly, and turned back over. Annie snuggled nicely in behind me.

"Night Heather."

"Night Annie. God, I hope Mike's back tomorrow."

"He'll be here. Relax."

"Wonder what Steve will say to him?"

We were silent for a while. For once I spoke first.

"Hell of an entrance."

"It was my best work."

Our bodies shook with laughter again. Eventually we calmed down enough for the tiredness and alcohol to take over, and fell asleep.



The Game Ch. 05 Pt. 01



Chapter 6: Pool party (part one)

Saturday morning started for both Rachel and I about 9:00 AM. She had been living with me for almost a month now, and we both had settled into a routine that we both enjoyed. We both worked all week, and I spent as much time as would allow with Ron. We had talked for a long time about my dream and my epiphany that it brought on. We both decided to restart the game in July (my month), and I could not wait. I was having more and more decadent thoughts of the things I wanted to do with him and to him. The hardest part was going to be coming up with a fantasy that didn’t leave out some of the things I wanted to try. 

Ron rarely stayed over at my house anymore since Rachel was there, but I spent at least two days a week at his place. However, Saturday morning Rachel and I always spent together for our morning “panty chat”. 

Today was the last Saturday in June and as I came out of my room dressed in a half t-shirt and a pair of blue thong panties. Rachel was pouring coffee. She was wearing a white “wife-beater” and a pair of red thong panties. She turned to me and smiled and I thought did a double take at my underwear, but perhaps I just imagined it.

I sat at the table with her and we talked over our week. Rachel was settling in nicely at her new job although she was surprised at the level of intensity at which corporate America worked. She often did not get home before 7:00 pm and her boss told her that she would likely begin working weekends soon. 

She was working on a project to put together a photographic calendar of Chicago for a major publishing house. She loved the work, but it was also draining on her.  She was mentally tired of her work and needed to let off some steam. 

She had also developed a small crush on one if the other interns in a different department but so far had not acted on it. Apparently she met this guy named Matt at an orientation dinner and was hot for him, but he had yet to acknowledge Rachel was alive. 

I was enjoying living with Rachel which added a new dimension to my life as well. She was vibrant, young, still somewhat naïve, and very excited about her job and life in general. I loved having her around and we had become very close very quickly. Had there not been a 15 year age difference between us, we would probably be as close as Michelle and I are. 

She told me everything about her life, what was happening, who she was hot for, who she despised, etc about work. I sometimes offered advice and counsel, and she often asked me for guidance. It was wonderful really.

The phone rang just then and I answered it. It was Ron.

“Hey babe. How is my favorite sex buddy?” he asked jokingly.

“Fine, but I better be more than that.” I replied with a laugh.

“What are you doing today?” he asked.

“Nada. Just hangin’ with Rachel. Why?”

“Well I was thinking of having a pool party and cookout. Do you want to come?” he asked.

I stood looking at Rachel and was torn. I really did want to go, but Rachel and I had planned to do nothing all day and rent a movie tonight. 

“Well, I sorta got plans to do the movie thing tonight.” I replied.

Rachel had meanwhile begun to eavesdrop. She caught my attention and non-verbally told me to go.

“Hanging with Rachel again?” Ron asked.

“Er… Yeah that was the plan.” I replied.

“Well hell bring her along. I haven’t seen her in almost a month.” Ron proposed.

I thought for a moment about how Ron’s parties sometimes turned out and did not want to subject Rachel to anything that would offend or upset her. But then again, maybe it would be just a normal cookout tonight.

“Whose coming?” I asked.

“Well that depends on how horny everyone is.” Ron replied instantly picking up on my concern and making a joke about it.

“Seriously.” I asked. Not able to say more with Rachel listening. She would be hurt if she knew I was basically asking if it was a party suitable for her. She would be pissed in fact if she thought I was “sheltering” her. 

“Not sure hon. I was thinking you two would be a good start. Maybe a couple other people. Just a small get together. If you want, we can keep it small and casual.” He replied trying to put my fears to rest.

“I think that sounds good. What time?”

“How about 2:00 this afternoon. We can use the pool and grill out. After you two can either drive back or stay over depending on how you feel.” He replied.

“Alright, but don’t let this get out of hand. I want a relaxed night.”

“No problem hon. I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon.” I said and hung up.

Rachel was watching me now wondering what was going on. Even though she was encouraging me to go with Ron, I could see some hurt in her eyes that she thought I had cancelled on her.

She smiled when she saw me looking at her and said in her best good natured voice, “Sounds like you got a date tonight. Sounds fun. I expect to hear all about it when you get home.” 

I smiled back at her and said, “Nope. No date tonight. It’s a pool party at Ron’s house. He is cooking out and inviting some friends of his over. Just a small group of people.” I watched her for reaction. Her face fell a bit at the thought of me leaving so soon to go be with my boyfriend and leaving her here on no notice for the rest of the night. 

“Sounds cool. I hope you have fun.” She said. She genuinely meant it, but was also a little jealous. Moving to a new city can be very lonely and so far Rachel had not connected with anyone on more than an acquaintance level.

“Oh by the way,” I began “Ron wants you to come too. That is if you are not too busy.”

She turned to me and as her brain processed the words I had spoken her face lit up with joy. She smiled brightly and said, “Really?”

“Yep. Besides I was not going to ditch you.” I said.

“You are the best, Aunt Sara.”

She came to me and hugged me and I could feel her tight athletic body against mine and a shiver went through me. It was unexpected and a little scary, but it was there for an instant. 

I hugged her back and said, “Pack your suit and some casual pool clothes. We may stay over depending on how late it gets and who is there.”

Rachel immediately bounced down the hallway to her bedroom to pack even though it was only 10:00 AM. I finished my coffee and followed her.

Three hours later we were on the train heading out of the city toward the land of urban sprawl, where at one particular home, nestled away from the urban hustle, Ron waited with a pool and a grill. 

Twelve hours later everything was different.

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We were the first to arrive. Ron’s house sat at the end of a road in a rather large subdivision. He had 2 acres of land and a large house that sat well away from the street. Ron had made a fortune in the dot com craze of the 90’s and was one of the few that got out when the getting was still good. He didn’t make as much as he could, but he also didn’t lose his shirt. 

The few times we talked about money, he gave me the impression that it was not really an issue in his life anymore. I sometimes wondered how much of a “non-issue” it was, but we were not that far along in our relationship, and Ron was not one to discuss such matters openly. I really didn’t mind or care, but he had one hell of a bachelor pad.

His basement (which I had enjoyed for myself a few months ago), was in a word: Awesome. 

There was a large room with a pool table, wet bar, every electronic device known to mankind, and a private bedroom off the far end. In the center, two double door swung out into the back yard where a terrace and in ground pool was situated. His property was fenced with a twelve foot high wood privacy fence that gave the feeling that you were a million miles from civilization. That was nice for the midnight skinny dip and fuck by moonlight I had often enjoyed.

Rachel was in awe and took it all in as we moved through the basement calling for Ron. We found him outside by the pool with a beer in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of bright yellow boxer swim trunks and looked adequately ridiculous for a pool party. 

He hung up as we arrived and came over and kissed me hello and hugged Rachel brotherly. He then offered us drinks which we both accepted. Ron went to the wet bar where we followed and made us two vodka tonics. 

“So who all is coming to this shindig?”, I asked sipping my drink.

“Just a small group of the usual suspects.” Ron replied. “Michelle and two of her friends.” He said with emphasis on the word, ‘friends’.

I was interested now. I had not seen Michelle in a few weeks and wondered what/who she had been doing. “So does she have a new boyfriend?” I inquired.

Ron smiled and said, “Well ‘boyfriend’ might be too much commitment for Michelle, but I hear she has a new fuck buddy.”

Rachel coughed on her drink and stared wide eyed at Ron. People didn’t have ‘fuck buddies’ where she came from.

“Yeah that sounds about right.” I replied. “Who else is she bringing?”

Ron replied, “I don’t know. A friend from somewhere; I can’t remember her name, but I don’t think we know her. I told her the more the merrier.”

“Well let’s get out in the sun. Where do you want Rachel and I to put our stuff?” I asked.

Ron waved us to the back bedroom where we could change into our suits and then returned to the side of the pool to wait for us.

We joined Ron about ten minutes later. I wore my purple bikini that I had bought earlier in the year that showed some skin but was tasteful. Rachel donned her white bikini that was in stark contrast to her auburn hair and tanned 18 year old body. I knew Ron would notice and probably be salivating over her sensual curves. 

We situated ourselves on the outdoor furniture near pool as Ron freshened our drinks. Rachel put on her sunglasses and leaned back basking in the warmth of the late June sun. I did similarly and Ron took up a position next to me. I noticed him more than once glancing in Rachel’s direction and smiled inwardly thinking, “Sorry dude she’s off limits to you.”

After an hour or so we dipped into the pool to cool off and engaged in a playful water fight. The three of us were standing near each other talking in about four feet of water when Michelle bounded through the double doors from the house carrying a tote bag and followed by two of the sexiest people I think I have ever seen.

Michelle’s new boyfriend or fuck buddy was absolutely gorgeous. He was tall, muscular and tan, and I could not help but stare. He had golden blond hair that was cropped tight against his head. His muscles showed through his shirt in a delightfully sexy way, and he exuded a ‘hotness’ that was indescribable. 

Equally impressive was her friend, whoever she was. She was brunette with long legs, a thin waste, and big breasts. She was about 5’4” inches tall and had the body of a stripper that makes millions, although she was in her late twenties or early thirties.

All three wore swimsuits. Michelle and Molinda both wore bikinis that were small enough to turn heads on the beaches of Brazil while Tim had on a pair of boxer trunks and a t-shirt.

Michelle introduced us to Tim and Molinda, and the three of us collectively closed our mouths. We climbed out of the pool to greet our new guests.

Ron politely made drinks for everyone as Michelle introduced us one by one. Tim and Michelle had been dating for three weeks, and Molinda was an acquaintance of hers that I noticed she was ambiguous about. I made a mental note to ask her about her new friend when we were alone. 

Ron set our drinks on the large outdoor table and we joined him and settled into a relaxed discussion. Michelle sat between Molinda and Tim, while Rachel, Ron and I took seats opposite them. 

Michelle quizzed Rachel on her new job while Molinda shared with Ron and I that she was visiting from out west and Michelle had been nice enough to put her up for a few days. 

Ron’s cell phone rang and he excused himself to take a call from work and went into the house. 

About this time, Michelle stood up and said, “Time to cool off in the pool. Who’s up for skinny dipping?” and proceeded to strip off her top and bottoms in a move that could only be accomplished gracefully with lots of practice and dove into the pool.

She surfaced and looked back at us. No one had gotten up from the table, and Rachel stared wide eyed at her brazen display. I thought to myself, “Shit. Leave it to Michelle.”

“Come on you guys. Get your asses in here. The water is great!” Michelle shouted from the pool and dove below the water again flashing us her sexy white ass.

“We better go or she is likely to drag us in there anyway.” Molinda said smiling and standing up. With that Tim also stood and began moving toward the pool. At the edge, Molinda and Tim both stepped out of their suits and hopped into the pool.

Rachel still was staring wide eyed at the naked development and I thought I heard a short intake of breath as Tim’s cock was exposed to her. I was pretty sure it was the first cock she had seen since arriving in the city, and it was an enormous specimen. I wondered how she would react and decided to enjoy her obvious discomfort of the moment.

I smiled inwardly as I remembered my own “first time” in a situation where I was suddenly expected to go skinny dipping. 

The three sudden nudists were frolicking in the water, splashing each other and Michelle was suddenly engaged in a “wrestling” match with Tim who was obviously enjoying grabbing as much of her naked flesh as possible while tossing her around the pool. 

Molinda was standing at the edge of the pool watching them and cheering them on. Momentarily, Rachel and I were forgotten, but we both knew a decision point for both of us was fast approaching. Michelle did not have it in her personality to let us get away with being voyeurs. I took a sip of my drink and Rachel finally spoke in a near whisper, “Damn do you guys do this often?”.

I smiled at her and said, “Not often, but Michelle is not exactly shy and we have skinny dipped here before.” 

I could sense Rachel’s curiosity. 

Just then Ron returned from inside pocketing his cell phone. He saw the three of them in the pool and went a little pale and looked at me. He was obviously concerned that I would be pissed off at the display going on in front of Rachel. He did promise me a casual night after all.

He came over to the table and said, “Shit guys I am sorry. I did not get a chance to tell them that this was a PG-13 day. Hang on a second and I will talk to them.”

Rachel looked confused for a minute and then understanding dawned on her. She realized I had told Ron not to let this party get out of hand for her benefit. She stared at me coldly and I could feel the intensity of her anger burning beneath her eyes. 

She stood up and marched back into the house as Ron was getting his other guests back into their suits. 

“Shit”, I said to myself and stood up and hurriedly followed Rachel inside.

I found her angrily shoving her other clothes into her bag.

“Rachel, calm down.” I started.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Hey I don’t need you to protect me Aunt Rachel. And I certainly don’t need to feel like I am a child who is ruining the party just by being here. Or are you going to bullshit me and tell me you didn’t tell Ron to make this a, what did he call it, oh yes ‘PG13’ day. Well I am not 13 and if you think I need to be treated like I am, then why the hell did you even invite me.  I’m out of here.”

“Come on Rachel you can’t leave.” I said watching her start to put on her socks and shoes.

“Watch me.” she said angrily.

I took a deep breath and realized she was really going to go, and she was right. There was damn little I could do to stop her, and if I was in her position, I would probably feel the same way. Fuck why was I so insistent on keeping her from experiencing life and making her own choices. She was not a kid and nothing was going to happen to her here.  Fuck.

“Rachel, I am sorry, but…” I began.

“But nothing. I’m leaving. You stay have fun with your friends, but I am leaving. I will see you at home.” She stood up and started toward the door where I stood blocking her path.

“Please Rachel just listen to me.” I said as she tried to get by.

“Why should I listen? What are you going to say? Are you going to tell me I am too young to be around ‘adults’ like you and your friends? Are you going to tell me I am being childish? Or that you are only ‘doing what’s best for me’. What?” And then she tried to push me aside roughly, and then I lost my temper.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her back onto the bed. I was shaking with my own anger, which was mostly directed at myself. Damn it she was right, and I hated that. 

I got control of myself as she stared in disbelief at me that I had basically physically attacked her. 

Through gritted teeth I said, “Actually Rachel what I want to say is that ‘You are right and I am wrong’. I did tell Ron not to let this party get out of hand and for all the reasons you just said. And further more, it was not until this very minute that I realized that I have been treating you like a child, and I shouldn’t be because you are not. But it’s only because I love you and remember you as a girl and not the fine woman you obviously have become. And that is ALSO my problem not yours. And I also wanted to tell you how very fucking sorry I am, and I hope you will be able to forgive me. I don’t blame you for being angry and wanting to leave, and I probably would react the same way you did if the situation was reversed. So for all that I am sorry, and if you still want to leave then go. But I would really like you to stay.  I know I won’t enjoy myself if you leave now, and I don’t think you will either. But it’s your decision. If you want to leave I understand.”

I stood aside as tears streamed down my face and waited for her to leave us. Damn how I had fucked this up. She stood and paused for a moment as if considering her actions and then came over staring at me coldly. 

Her eyes bored mercilessly into me. “I thought you would be the one person who would understand how much I need to be able to live my own life. I look up to you and really like living with you, but you don’t have to take care of me.”

She was right. It was not my place to protect her, even with the best of intentions. I thought back to my relationship with my well intentioned mother when I was on the other side of 20 years old. From that perspective I understood her point very well.


“I am so sorry Rachel.” was all I could think to say.

Then her eyes melted a bit and her anger subsided. She leaned over and hugged me. I hugged her back fiercely and said, “I really am very sorry Rachel.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to always try to protect me. I want to live my own life, which is why I came here.” She said. 

“I know honey, and I promise to give you your chance. I love you Rachel.”, I said in an emotional voice.

“I love you too.”

We hugged for about ten seconds more and then we separated. Her bag was still at the foot of the bed.  She drifted over and sat down next to her bag and pulled a t-shirt from it which she put on over her bikini. 

“So are you still leaving?” I asked tentatively.

“I don’t know. I don’t really want to, but I know everyone out there will be worrying about what they say or do in front of me. I just hate to be the buzz kill for the party.” She replied.

She was right, and I was not about to try to dissuade her from the obvious. 

“Rachel I don’t want you to go, but I understand how you feel. I could go out and talk to them if you want. I promise to tell everyone this is my fault and they should treat you like an adult.”

Rachel considered this for a moment and then turned to me and said, “Yeah cause that’s what adults do right. Let their aunts speak for them. I don’t think so.”




The Game Ch. 05 Pt. 01



She had me there, and I could not argue. 

She continued, “The problem is that adults don’t really run away from parties because they are mad about being treated like a kid either.”

I listened as she talked to herself through the position she was in.

She thought for about a minute and then looked up at me. “Well I guess there really is only one thing to do and that is to speak for myself.”

I was a little confused and a bit apprehensive also. What exactly did she mean? 

She stood up and took off her t-shirt and stowed it in her bag again.

“So are you staying?” I asked.

“Maybe, but you me for this, you bitch.” She said with a hint of humor in her voice. 

Relief flooded into me and we hugged again.  “You really don’t have to say anything Rachel. Everyone out there will understand what happened. It’s my fault after all.”

She smiled at me again and said, “Yeah I could do that I suppose, but I would always feel weird around Ron and Michelle, and I would like to be able to feel comfortable hanging out with them. I have a feeling they both will be around for awhile.”

I arched my eyebrow at her realizing the implication of what she had just said about her intuition into my relationship with Ron.

And with that she turned and left the room and headed back toward the pool leaving me to wonder how she was going to handle her dilemma.

I followed her out the double doors and into the sunshine. Michelle, Molinda, Tim and Ron were all sitting around the table with drinks in front of them, but the mood was definitely more somber. As soon as we emerged from the house, all conversation stopped and all eyes were on Rachel. 

I followed nervously and could only imagine how Rachel must be feeling. I admired her courage to face these people after the scene we had created.

She marched confidently up to the table and stood there silently for a moment as if evaluating how to best handle this situation.

The tension in the air was palpable as if no one knew what to say. Everyone at the table squirmed a bit, and I even found myself nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I stood five feet behind Rachel waiting to see what she would say.


Ron was the first to speak. 

“Um Rachel I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable before”, he began.

Then Michelle chimed in, “Yeah hun, I get a bit rambunctious sometimes. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

Tim and Molinda nodded silently, probably feeling even more uncomfortable since they were the new comers to the group.

Rachel put her hand up as if to say stop and everyone fell silent.

She smiled her million dollar smile and the tension seemed to dissipate in its glow.

“Jeez you guys are uptight.” Rachel began. And at that everyone visibly relaxed, and I saw Michelle smiling. I found the corners of my own mouth turning up also.

She continued, “You guys need to relax. Look there was a little bit of a misunderstanding between Sara and I.” She looked back at me and I felt compelled to move forward and stand next to her as she spoke. I also noted I was no longer “Aunt Sara”, so much as just “Sara”. 

Rachel reached over and squeezed my arm in a gesture of friendship. “We have had a little talk and have worked it all out. I would love to stay here and get to know you guys better, and I want you to get to know me. However, I want to get to know the real you and not some “PG” rated version of yourselves, and I would you to get to know the real me. I’m not THAT young after all.”

She paused for a moment as if working up her resolve. Ron, Molinda, Tim and I waited on baited breath to see what she would say next.

“But, I understand that you may not be comfortable being yourselves around me. Hey I am younger than you guys, and even though its not really an issue for me, I know it might be for some of you. So I guess I would like you to all be honest with me and tell me if I stay can you guys be yourselves. It’s really important to me that you tell me the truth. If you can’t be yourselves, it’s cool, and I will cruise back to the city for the night. But I don’t want to ruin your party by being a “buzz kill”. So I guess I need you guys to decide if you can look at me as a friend instead of Sara’s little niece.”

When she finished we all met her unwavering gaze, and I was impressed with her maturity. I also admired the courage she had to handle this situation eloquently. She had managed to reverse her dilemma and make it ours. I knew she could handle whatever the outcome was. 

Michelle was the first to speak from behind her sunglasses, “Hey Rachel I can’t speak for everyone here, but I can be myself around anybody and that includes you. I think you should stay, but like you said I’m not the only one here.”

Rachel graced Michelle with a captivating smile that could have melted ice caps, and then turned to Ron. “Hey it’s my house, and I say stay if Sara is okay with it.”

Molinda and Tim only nodded and smiled, neither having any preconceived notions of Rachel anyway.

Finally she turned to me. Her stare was penetrating and her blue eyes sparkled knowing she had put me under the gun. So if she stayed it was my fault, and if she left it was my fault. How the hell does she do this? I wondered. I am always finding myself pinned under her words, and I never see it coming until my shoulders hit the matt. 

This time, however, it was not a difficult decision. “I say stay, but you will always be my niece, no matter how much of an adult you are.”

Rachel’s face lit up brilliantly much as it had upon opening her birthday gifts as an 8 year old. I knew I had to stop thinking like that because the woman before me really was a woman. But damn it was hard. 

She turned back to the table and said to Ron, “Thank you guys, I really didn’t want to leave. Now if you don’t mind I think I need a drink.”

Everyone laughed as the tension melted away. Ron got up and made his way to the bar to mix Rachel’s drink. Michelle pulled out the chair next to her and motioned for Rachel to join her. 

“Well first I think I need to hop in the pool and cool off.” 

And with that she bounded toward the pool shedding her bikini as she went. Now it was my turn to watch with my mouth hanging open as her bikini fell to the concrete edging around the pool.

She was amazingly beautiful and sexy as hell. Her auburn draped down her muscular shoulders that were toned and bronze. The contrast of her white ass standing out starkly against the tan of her back made her nudity even more vividly sensual.

She dove into the water, gracefully slicing into it with minimal splash. She swam underwater the length of the pool. Her naked body shimmered through the ripples on the surface of the water as we all watched.

And by stripping her clothes off she had effectively stripped away our inhibitions. Somehow instinctively she had known to sit down and pretend nothing had happened would have mad us more uptight around her than we normally would have been, albeit unintentionally. So she did the only thing she could do which was to lead us back to where the momentary riff had begun. 

By stripping naked she had given us permission to be ourselves in front of her. Actually permission was the wrong word. She gave us comfort in being who we were. We all felt it and no one needed to talk about it. 

Michelle was the only one who came close as I heard her whisper under her breath, “Way to go girl”.

Rachel surfaced at the other end of the pool, as a woman and friend rather than the upset girl who dove in the water ten seconds earlier. 

She began a slow breast stroke back toward us. 

She was smiling widely at us. “What? Haven’t you guys ever seen a naked girl before?” And then she broke out into laughter right along with everyone else who was watching her.

Michelle, Molinda, and Tim stood applauding her and whistling at her like she had just won the World Series. I joined them, giggling to myself and thinking, “If only her mother saw her now.”

Rachel swam to the edge of the pool and lounged in the water as we all moved toward her. Ron brought her drink in a plastic cup and handed it to her in the water. I noticed that he definitely noticed that she was naked, and although he was not overt, I knew his mind was in the gutter. I smiled inwardly at that thought and wondered if he would be thinking of her while he fucked me later.

Michelle and Molinda slipped out of their suits and joined Rachel in the water. Tim was not so eager to strip, and I suspected that the bulge in his pants had something to do with it. 

I took a sip of my own drink suspecting that I would need all the inhibitions relaxed. For some reason I was feeling very self conscious about taking my clothes off in front of Rachel. It was not the nudity that embarrassed me, but the thought of where this might lead.

We had only been at Ron’s for a couple of hours and already Rachel was naked with two other beautiful women in my boyfriend’s pool. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where this could go.

Ron was similarly conflicted and was watching me for my next move. Seeing none, he slid into the pool but left his trunks on. 

Michelle immediately noticed this and said, “Hey Mr. Shy, get those trunks off. Only naked people are allowed in the pool.”

For the first time since I met Ron he visibly blushed, but Michelle was relentless. She swam toward him and dove underwater and began tugging at his trunks. I watched the wrestling match that ensued. Ron was clearly winning and Michelle was unsuccessful in even getting his tie undone.

Michelle came up sputtering and yelled, “Girls come on and help a sister would ya.”

Rachel and Molinda immediately responded to the call for aid and grabbed Ron from behind. This time Michelle got a good grip and slid Ron’s shorts down his legs and Michelle waved them victoriously above her head and then threw them out of the pool where they landed at least 15 feet from the water’s edge.

Rachel was giggling wildly and Molinda let go of Ron smiling who stood completely naked in four feet of water. Michelle cheered him as he gave up and just stood there with his arms out as if saying, “Here it is.”

He turned 360 degrees and then swam to the edge of the pool to get his own drink. Rachel turned to me smiling and said, “I can see why you like him so much.”

Everyone was howling with laughter and I felt my own face go pink. 

Ron settled in a few feet down from Michelle. Molinda joined him and they were soon engaged in conversation.

Michelle turned to Tim and I, who were the only ones left with clothes on, and said, “You two get naked and wet right now or we are coming up there.”

I sighed and stripped out of my own suit and hopped in the pool between Rachel and Michelle. Tim, who was still sporting a half way decent hard on, slid into the pool next to Rachel.  

I watched him slide into the water and was amazed at the size of him. Ron was not small, but his cock was absolutely HUGE. Even in its “half masted” state it was 8 inches long and thick. My mind flashed of what it must be like to fuck that monster and I glanced at Michelle who had obviously experienced that moment.

Rachel had also noticed and was silently blushing but also stealing glances at Tim’s cock.

Michelle could read me like a book and whispered in my ear. “Yeah and imagine THAT up your ass.”

Rachel overheard her and choked on her vodka tonic. Tim smiled at her suspecting what Michelle had insinuated.  He then stood up and walked to Michelle. He was only in about 3 feet of water and his engorged cock floated on the top of the water. 

“Hey baby.” Michelle said as Tim approached. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips and let her hand wander down his body and gave his cock a squeeze.

Rachel and I stared openly as his cock twitched and grew longer and thicker yet.

Michelle was watching us watch her and said, “Pretty big huh.”

Tim was smiling and obviously enjoying the attention. Molinda and Ron were watching from afar, but did not move closer. 

“That is a huge cock.” Rachel blurted out unexpectedly.

Michelle giggled and said, “Yes it is. You wanna feel it.”

Michelle released Tim, and he turned toward Rachel. I was between the two of them and Rachel was now looking very uncertain. I stared wide eyed at the huge hard cock that was literally only about a foot from my face.

Michelle slid closer to me and said, “What about you Sara, I know you want to.”

Rachel watched me as I sighed and reached out and stroked his enormous member. My hand barely could close around it and I slowly jacked him enjoying the feel of him in my hand, and aware of the familiar tingles in my nipples. 

Rachel reached out tentatively and slowly slid my hand off of him and replaced it with her own. “Jesus its big.” She said.

Her delicate and hand sensuously stroked him slowly up and down encouraging him to his full size. “I think we should take pictures and send it off to Guinness.” She said half jokingly.

Michelle giggled and said, “Okay girls, hands off my meat.” 

She then pulled Tim to her and kissed him deeply and fondled his cock and balls as we watched. Tim’s hands found Michelle’s breasts and deftly tweeked her erect nipples. 

They separated and Tim was rock hard. Michelle giggled and said, “Now enough of that for now, but you can fuck me like a porn queen later.”

Tim groaned needing release, and Rachel was mesmerized. I looked down the pool and saw Ron and Molinda watching the show. Ron’s cock was hard, but he was being a good boy just sitting in the water at the edge. Molinda was obviously deeply enjoying the show as well. 

Sexual tension was everywhere and I wondered if Rachel was freaked out, horny, or both. She was playing it cool, but I suspected this was the first time she had ever seen anything like what was happening in front of her. 

“What’s wrong baby? Surely you can wait.” Michele teased Tim. Her index finger traced a line slowly down his chest but stopped short of where he desperately needed her to touch him.  “Do you need a minute alone?” she persisted.

Rachel smiled at the masturbatory reference and I wondered if she was remembering the night she heard me fucking myself in my sleep.

I blushed for the second time today at that thought.

Tim had had enough and moved away from Michelle and sat on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in the water, but his cock was still throbbing.

Michelle laughed and said, “I guess it would be mean to leave him like that.”

She moved to the edge of the pool and pushed Tim’s knees apart and took his cock in her right hand. She slowly jacked him up and down using the pool water as make shift lubricant. 

She began jacking his dick faster and talking dirty to him.

“You like that baby? You want me to jack your cock off in front of everyone? Come on baby say it.”

“Do it baby,” Tim replied.

“Yeah you want to cum all over my big tits baby? Or do you want this?” Then she lowered her mouth to him and licked the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue across the sensitive head. Tim shivered with pleasure.

Tim was moaning louder now as Michelle worked on him.

Rachel stared openly now. Her mouth hung open as she watched Michelle suck Tim’s cock. Up and down she took him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Tim was not far from coming after all the attention he had already received. 

Michelle was only capable of swallowing about half his cock and I have seen her swallow bananas whole on a bar bet. She continued faster now. She bobbed her head up and down his slick pole, rubbing his balls with her left hand as she used her mouth and right hand on his shaft.

Tim was thrusting as best he could from his seated position, ramming Michelle’s mouth with his big thick dick. Then Michelle pulled back quickly and lowered her mouth to the base of his cock and began moaning into his cock. The vibration of her mouth combined with her right hand sliding with lightning speed up and down the length of his shaft, caused Tim to grunt in pleasure and release. His cum erupted from the tip of his cock like a cannon. Thick ropes of white sticky cum painted Michelle’s forehead and hair. Stripe after stripe covered her as she continued to moan louder into the base of Tim’s ejaculating cock.

Rachel moaned involuntarily and I looked to see her fingers on her own nipples. I don’t think she was even aware of her actions. Then slowly Tim’s release began to subside. His cock continued to twitch and thick semen oozed from the tip as his hard cock began to deflate ever so slowly. Michelle continued to lick his balls gently as his orgasm wound down. 

When Tim finally collapsed on his back at the edge of the pool Michelle slowly moved her mouth off his balls, licked the last of his cum off the tip of his oozing cock, and stood up smiling. She was covered with him and licked her lips and said, “Mmm mmmm good.”

Rachel and I giggled, but were both feeling weak in the knees and horny as hell at the same time. Michelle then dunked herself under the water to remove the copious amount of semen on her and ran her fingers through her hair. 

“You know it’s good for your hair. Lot’s of protein.” 

She took a deep breath herself and said, “Well I need a drink. There is nothing like sucking a big cock to make you thirsty.” And with that she hopped out of the pool and went bare-assed into Ron’s house to make a drink.  

I moved slowly over to Rachel and said, “Well was that adult enough for you.”

She looked at me confused at first and then smiling and said, “Jesus that was crazy.”

“That’s Michelle.”

Rachel nodded.

“Listen,” I began, “I know you said you wanted to be treated like an adult and I understand, but you don’t have anything to prove. If this sort of thing is not for everyone and it’s something I have only recently started to discover about myself. You don’t have to be comfortable with this just we are.” 

Rachel nodded again and said, “I never expected that. I mean skinny dipping was one thing, but that was…” 

“… Intense?” I finished for her.

“Yeah intense”, she replied.

“Do you want to call it a day and head home?” I asked.

She looked at me like I had grown a third eye. “Are you insane. If we left now I would wonder for the rest of my life what I missed. I am not saying that I want to be Michelle, but damn I’m sure as hell not leaving. It’s just that…” she trailed off reluctantly.

“What?” I asked both curious and concerned.

She leaned into me and said, “Well I just have never done that before.”

Understanding blazed through me. She had never given a blowjob before. No wonder she was a little out of sorts. I forgot how old she was for a moment. 

(Hmm how did that happen?)

She was curious as hell and Michelle had just given her a PhD lesson in cock sucking. Wild horses probably could not have dragged her away from this party. This was the first time in her life I think that she had had her own sexuality validated.

“Well just don’t get to crazy.” I said smiling. “Michelle can be a hard person to keep up with.”

Rachel smiled back and then cocked her head. I suspected she was wondering if that was an academic statement or something I knew from experience. It was not the time for that discussion so I took her hand and said, “Let’s go get some booze. I think I need a drink and a minute away from ‘horse’” as I cocked my head toward Tim who was still catching his breath.

Rachel giggled and followed me out of the pool. Neither of us bothered with our suits and wandered nude into Ron’s house. 

We found Michelle by the bar pouring herself a generous cocktail. She smiled at us as we entered. “Hey girls.” She called.

“Hi Michelle.”, Rachel said as we approached.

“I think I need one of those too and I am SURE Rachel does.” I said motioning to her drink.




The Game Ch. 05 Pt. 01



Michelle nodded and said, “Rachel needs a shot, I think. Bet she didn’t expect to watch a blowjob in the pool.” Michelle was smiling mischievously and poured a double shot of tequila and set it in front of Rachel.

Rachel blushed again and I was sure she was imagining Michelle sucking Tim’s huge cock in the pool. I smiled as Rachel sniffed the shot apprehensively and set it aside.

“God don’t smell it. That stuff is awful. You shoot it.” Michelle said laughingly and picked up the shot glass and threw it back quickly.

Michelle’s face contorted as only Tequila can make a person. She set the glass down hard and said, “Tastes like hell, but it does the job and gets the taste of cum out of your mouth.”

Rachel smiled a bit at that as Michelle poured another shot.  Michelle was smiling and said, “Teach her how to do a body shot Sara.”

I laughed and said, “I think that is more your department.”

Rachel looked confused. Michelle took Rachel behind the bar. She took an ice cube from the bucket and rolled it over Rachel’s nipple before she could protest. Instantly her nipple went hard and she jumped at the sensation of ice on hot flesh. 

Michelle giggled and said, “Relax it only hurts for a second.” Then she proceeded to shake a liberal dash of salt on Rachel’s nipple. The salt clung to the moist flesh and Rachel stood frozen by the surprise of the moment.

Michelle then took a lime wedge and told Rachel to hold it by the skin in her teeth. Rachel opened her mouth and bit gently down on the lime, making a ridiculous looking green smile of fruit. 

I was smiling watching the event unfold. 

Michelle then set the shot glass full of tequila on the edge of the bar and stood to admire Rachel for a second. Rachel was stood confused and apprehensive at the absurdity of her position. 

“Okay hold still.” Was all the instruction Michelle gave to Rachel.

She then bent down and took Rachel’s nipple in her mouth licking the salt off and lingering just a little longer then necessary. She then stood shot the tequila down her throat and leaned forward and kissed Rachel deeply sucking the lime out of her mouth and French kissing her at the same time. 

Rachel didn’t move, but was clearly stunned. Michelle had to put her arms around her to keep her from falling backwards. She then pulled back from Rachel and plucked the lime from her mouth and set it on the bar yelling, “Damn that was good.”

Rachel just blushed. Now Rachel really needed a drink and did not protest when she was handed another shot of tequila. She declined the offer to lick salt off of Michelle’s tits or suck lime from her mouth. 

“So my nymphomaniac friend, now that you have sucked your boyfriend’s cock for all of us, and molested Rachel, tell me who the hell this Molinda chick is.” I said remembering my interest from earlier.

Michelle grinned from ear to ear. “Well she is a friend, sort of. I met her last month at a conference in California. We hit it off from the first night we were there and I stayed over a night after the conference to go out with her in Santa Cruz. I invited her here to visit me anytime she wished. We are playing a game. I guess I was inspired.” She said.

My eyes flashed terror to her at the mention of The Game. As much as I agreed to let Rachel be one of the girls, I was not ready to begin talking about “The Game” with her. My look must have gotten through. Michelle understood and moved the subject in another direction. 

“She is just a friend.” Michelle continued ambiguously. 

Rachel caught the sudden change in Michelle, and cocked her head to one side and said, “What kind of game?”

Michelle smiled at her and looked to me with a brief look of a co-conspirator.  “Well honey,” Michelle began, “she shared with me one of her fantasies, and I agreed to help make it a reality.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide at that and for the first time in her life, I think she was speechless.

Before Rachel could ask more, I took Rachel by the hand and said, “Time to get back to the pool for us.”

Rachel did not protest, and Michelle followed us as I led Rachel back outside. 

We returned poolside, and Rachel and I lay out in the sun on the lounge chairs. Tim had recovered from his mind bending blowjob and was now talking with Molinda and Ron at the table. 

Upon our return, Tim announced that he was going to the store to pick up some steaks and more booze for the night ahead and asked if we needed anything or wanted to go with him. Rachel and I declined preferring to bask in the last of the afternoon sun, but Michelle, Tim, and Molinda agreed to ride along. 

We watched as they put on their suits and cover ups and left us alone, to relax in the warm sun.

As they left us alone, I turned to Rachel and said, “Hey now that it’s just us, are you okay with the direction this party is going? I know you are an “adult” and I am not trying to baby you, but that whole pool scene was pretty intense. Michelle loves to show off.”

Rachel turned to me and smiled, “Yeah that was insane. I can’t believe she sucked that guy’s dick right in front of us. I can’t believe I touched IT. It was so fucking big.” She broke off in a fit of giggles.

I laughed with her and said, “Yeah he is a unique specimen. I just wanted to make sure you are not freaked out too badly. Michelle is a show off, and well she does things like that sometimes. I just don’t want you to think that she, well we, go around sucking and fucking every guy that walks by.”

Rachel smiled and said, “I’m okay Aunt Sara. It was a little intense, and I was shocked to be honest, but it also was kind of cool. Do you know what I mean?” Rachel said as if trying to find the right words to express her feelings.

“Can I ask you a question?” Rachel continued propping herself up sideways to look at me.

Oh Shit. Here it comes. I thought. “Um I guess,” I replied terrified of what might come next.

“I mean do you and Ron, you know do that?”, she asked tentatively.

“You mean oral sex?” I asked. 

Rachel blushed and said, “Well yeah, but what I meant was do you, you know, do it in front of people?”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “Well Rachel, that is a personal question, but since you asked it, I will answer. Yes, we have done that in front of other people. I don’t know why, but sometimes having other people around intensifies sex for us. Not everyone is like that.” I said thinking about the intensity of The Game. This conversation was getting dangerously close to a subject I didn’t want to discuss. 

Rachel nodded silently and then I asked her a question, “How did it make you feel to see Michelle give head to Tim in front of you?”

Rachel considered this for a minute and then said smiling, “Honestly, it made me horny as hell. I can’t get the image out of my head.”

I smiled and said, “Well that is not too surprising. Do you need a minute alone?” I asked joking with her. “A minute alone” was our inside joke for needing to masturbate. 

She laughed and said, “I am sure that would not hurt.” 

That was the first time she had even come close to admitting that she masturbated outside of a joke and I realized how horny she must be. 

“One more question?” she asked with sparkling eyes.

I smiled and said, “Okay, but only one more. Horny people should not ask questions.” 

She smiled and said, “Is Michelle gay?”

I laughed out loud and said, “What makes you ask that?”

Rachel’s smile faltered wondering if she had maybe gone too far with me. I didn’t want to make her feel like she could not talk to me and recovered by saying, “Hey it’s okay. Your question just caught me off guard.”

“Well it’s just she you know licked me and kissed me inside.” Rachel replied and understanding dawned on me.

“Rachel, Michelle likes men as I am sure you noticed. She was just getting off on giving you a new experience. Did it bother you?” I asked.

“Er, no, not really, but it was a surprise. I have never been touched like that by another girl before. It took me by surprise, but after seeing her suck Tim, it made me feel tingly. I didn’t do it to her, because I was not sure if I wanted to, or even how to do it.”

I laughed a little and said, “Well that’s not surprising. Michelle can be a shock to the system sober, let alone with a couple drinks in her. It’s no biggie hon. Girls and boys pretty much kiss the same, but girls are softer. It doesn’t make her gay. Well I guess it doesn’t, what is in a label anyway.” 

Before I realized what I was saying, I had just told Rachel that I had kissed women before, and from the look of her wide eyes, she suspected I had done much more.

For the second time today, she was silent.

She got up from her lounge chair and headed for the house. I wondered if she was “taking a moment alone”, but she was only gone a minute before she returned hiding something behind her back.

She sat down next to me grinning. I sat up and faced her and said, “What is going through that pretty head of yours?”

She just grinned and pulled out a shot of Tequila from behind her back along with a salt shaker and a wedge of lime. 

My eyebrows raised at her and said, “Are you kidding?”

“Come on Aunt Sara. I want to try it and I don’t want anyone else around when I do in case I fuck it up.”

I smiled at her and sighed resigning myself to my fate. I arched my back pushing my breasts toward her. I had never felt as naked as I did at this moment, and not surprisingly my body reacted and my nipples stood on end. 

Rachel noticed and smiled and said, “Your boobies seem to like the idea.”

It was my turn to blush, but I said nothing.

Rachel took an ice cube and tentatively traced the outline of my right nipple. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply at the feeling of the cold ice on my hot flesh. My nipple extended further and a familiar tingle raced from my nipple to my pussy. Jesus I was wet. 

Rachel took my breast lightly in her hand and used the salt shaker to cover it lightly. I opened my eyes and she was mesmerized. She stared at me hungrily and I recognized her own sexual excitement in her eyes. We were both pretending this was plutonic, but we both knew on an instinctual level that there was a sexual undertone to what was happening.

When she finished with my right breast, she held the lime to my lips, and I took it from her using only my teeth. She giggled nervously as she picked up the shot of tequila. I closed my eyes and held my breath in anticipation.

I could sense her moving closer and then felt her soft tongue caress my nipple tentatively. And then without warning her mouth covered my nipple. She sucked gently and used her tongue in circular motions to remove the salt. I bit down harder on the lime and could taste the biting tart of the fruit in my mouth. Her tongue lingered for a few seconds that seemed to drag on and on in a wonderful cornucopia of conflicting feelings. 

And then it was gone, and I could breath again. I opened my eyes to see her shoot down the strong liquor. Her face contorted and I thought she might hurl. How ridiculous would that be? 

And then her face relaxed. She leaned forward for the lime and her mouth enveloped mine. I used my tongue to push the lime into her warm inviting mouth and in doing so, it slipped between our mouths and fell to the ground. 

I expected her to stop now since the lime was gone, but she surprised me and continued to kiss me. Her tongue entered my mouth and it was as soft as velvet and honey. She licked my lips and I found myself kissing her back. My own desire was overcoming the earlier reluctance I felt in this situation. 

Horny people don’t make good decisions. 

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was something I will remember for the rest of my life. 

When it was over, Rachel drew back slightly. Her own nipples were like pink diamonds, hard and aroused. She smiled at me softly and said, “Oops. I think we lost the lime.”

I was surprised to hear my own voice say, “I think it was better without it anyway.”

Rachel smiled and said, “Your right.” and then pausing for a brief moment and then continued, “Women are softer.”

We both sat silently for a minute considering the monumental event that had just passed between us. I was horny. Damn was I horny. I hated to admit it, but I was on fire.

Rachel leaned back in her lounge chair and sighed. “I really could use a moment now.” 

I laughed out loud which seemed to help break the tension. I thought she definitely could use a moment. If the group got back and she was this horny, God knows what might happen. 

I picked up the small bottle of baby oil we were using to oil ourselves up in the sun and handed it to her. “There is nothing like taking a moment in the sun.” I said and got up to leave.

She stared at me wide eyed and said, “Are you serious?”

“Sure why not. No one is here. I can leave you alone for a few minutes. Ron and company won’t be back for at least an hour. And I am sure you will feel much more relaxed afterwards.”

She looked at me dubiously and I could see her conservative upbringing conflicting with her sexual desire.  I decided to share with her some knowledge that took me years to learn.

“Rachel, it is just sex. Everyone does it. Everyone on earth is the product of it. Don’t be afraid of your desires. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

She sat silently turning the baby oil over and over in her hand nervously. I decided to push her along the journey of sexual discover and took the bottle from her hand. I opened it and poured a liberal amount of it on her palms. 

“What are you doing?”, she asked.

“Nothing, I just think you need some more oil on your body or you will burn badly.” I said. 

She knew this was a lie, but the lie made it easier for her which was my intent. “Start with your arms.” I said guiding her. 

She began rubbing the oil on her arms. 

“Now don’t forget your chest.” I said.  

She began slowly rubbing her hands across her breasts. She lingered and her fingers kneaded her erect nipples, and then moved to her stomach as if it would be “wrong” to enjoy touching her breasts too long.

She stopped short of the auburn bush of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She leaned forward and began working oil into her feet, then calves, and then thighs. Her oily hands slid smoothly across her smooth legs and I found myself biting my bottom lip. When she finished applying the oil to herself she was trembling slightly as if she were exploring her own body for the first time.

I touched her shoulders and leaned her back into the lounge chair. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing erotically in the hot sun.  I took her right hand and placed it on her right breast and said, “Your breasts need lots more attention since they don’t see this harsh sun often. Make sure you rub them down thoroughly.”.

Her hands began to massage little circles over her breasts and she needed no encouragement to move her left hand to her left breast. 

“Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I said taking ‘responsibility’ for her actions.

She kneaded her breasts harder now. Her legs began to squirm as she touched hers nipples. I imagined the lightning that must be bouncing between her nipples and her sweet pussy. I could smell her in the hot afternoon sun. A sweet mixture of feminine aroma and baby oil filled my nostrils and fueled my imagination.

She tugged on her own nipples now, abandoning the charade of applying oil for the sun protection. She looked so beautiful as she let go of her inhibitions. She seemed to glow as if she were being touched by the most divine forces of human nature.

She was biting hard on her bottom lip as was I. I spoke softly now, “Now move your hands between your legs. Love yourself.”

She hesitated only a moment and then drew her right hand down across her flat, glistening stomach. Her legs parted and she moaned quietly as her fingers found her most sensitive womanly flesh.

She rocked gently back and forth with closed eyes as her finger traced circles across her clit. I watched in silence as she masturbated herself. Rubbing. 

Her fingers glistened with her secretions as she entered herself with her middle finger. Pushing deeply into herself without preamble. “Oh God” she cried as her stomach rippled with orgasmic contractions.

Her left hand now spanked her clitoris lightly as she came in wave after wave of pleasure. She shook uncontrollable and then collapsed back into the chair panting. 

When she opened her eyes, I smiled at her and we shared a singular moment of intimacy that I had never experienced before. It was as if her body and soul were both naked before me, and the intensity of the moment caused me to tremble slightly.

“Intense,” she whispered and then broke into a grin. The intensity of the moment was broken with her grin and I laughed at the pleasure of the moment with her.

“Jesus that was fucking good.” Rachel said still laying spread open obscenely with her hand on her pussy.

“Told you outside is the best.” I replied grinning myself.

“Not to mention you talking me through it. I can see why having an audience can be intense”, she said grinning.

This time I didn’t blush. “Time to hit the showers before the party crew gets back.”

Rachel nodded and stood on uncertain legs. Just then Tim, Molinda, Michelle, and Ron walked in. Rachel jumped seeing them and then blushed fiercely. 

“What have you two been up to?” Michelle asked innocently.

“Nothing, just catching rays” I said sharing a private grin with Rachel. “We are just getting ready to shower.”

Rachel was already heading toward the house wrapping the towel around her as she went.  I told her where the basement bathroom was and watched her bound inside with hurriedly as if 

“Yeah I think we all need to shower.” Michelle said. “But first I am going for another swim.” She once again stripped naked and dove into the water followed by Tim and Molinda who were laughing. 

As I passed Ron I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close to me. I whispered into his ear, “I need to get fucked. Come with me right now.”

We both bounded upstairs and into the master bath leaving Rachel alone downstairs. 

This night was just beginning but I could not wait any longer. I had to get fucked or I would explode. 

The rest of the night would just have to wait. But not for long…..

TO BE CONTINUED…………



The Game Ch. 05



The bar man moved away writing Rachel off and moved back into the crowd. 

At midnight the bar lights came up and glowed like spotlights as the contest was about to begin. Rachel moved closer to watch and I followed her. She was clearly torn about her decision to experience what was going on and her embarrassment of dancing on the bar. I am sure the alcohol we had consumed had weakened her inhibitions because she was not normally interested in being the center of attention. I was confident that she made the right decision and would agree after she saw the mindless ogling of the women that was about to occur.

Two minutes later 12 women stood side by side on the bar and the 'Thong Song' started. The women began swaying their hips and those that were friends were grinding against each other much to the satisfaction of the men. 

Rachel was at the end of the bar where the two men that she had previously talked to stood. The greeted her with smiles before their attention was drawn by the woman on the end that had unwisely chosen a skirt to wear while dancing on the bar.

Rachel giggled as she got a flash of panties from the woman in front of her. I stood behind the scene letting her get close to the bar. Suddenly one of the men spoke in her ear and she laughed and shook her head yes. The next thing I knew Rachel was being hoisted onto the bar and a wave of applause broke through the crowd as she pranced next to the girl in the skirt shaking her butt.

Her mom would shit if she knew that her daughter was dancing on a bar less than 12 hours after her arrival in the Windy City, but I figured what the hell. Let her get it out of her system. 

After some encouraging cheering the girl next to Rachel lifted her skirt to display her 'Thong' underwear as the song suggested she should. The guys went wild as she spanked her own ass. The women let her skirt fall back into place, but she had raised the bar for applause and the other girls were not to be outdone. One in the middle of the bar lifted her skin tight t-shirt to reveal her 32A tits that apparently did not require a bra. The guys once again went wild. This was getting out of control now and all the girls were flashing either their underwear or tits. The girl farthest from Rachel gave up and hopped off the bar knowing she could not win without showing skin.

A chant slowly rose out of the testosterone laden room. "Skin to Win. Skin to Win. Skin to Win..."

The other women on the bar seemed emboldened by the attention and a kind of group mentality overcame both the men and women that can only be described as "The Spring Break Effect".

Within seconds the women were beginning to show more and more skin for more and more applause. One woman in the center of the spectacle actually took off her top and threw it into the crowd.

I watched Rachel. She was no longer dancing, but watching the spectacle with flushed cheeks and an uncertain look. I thought it was time for her to call it a night and hoped she would before the crowd turned their attention to her. 

Before the thought left my head someone in the throng yelled, "Girl on the end, let's see some tits!".

Rachel realized they were talking to her, and the two guys who had hoisted her up on the bar began chanting "Tits! Tits! Tits!" Their chant was soon picked up by the rest of the bar.

Rachel stood there absolutely stunned as if time had stopped. She was bright red and just stood there for several seconds. Then she half heartedly began to sway her hips hoping clearly hoping to redirect the crowd from her top half to her bottom half. This was a losing strategy and the booing began almost immediately as the crowd realized that she was not moving in the direction of flashing them.

Rachel blushed harder as the chant for her tits increased. For a second her hands moved to the bottom of her shirt. She paused and looked out at the crowd at me. Almost every guy in the place was focused singularly on her. "Jesus either do it or get off the bar" I thought. 

And at that moment Rachel shook her head as if clearing it, and then hopped off the bar and pushed her way through the crowd and back to me. I took her by the hand and guided her to the back of the room ignoring the booing from the horny mass of men we passed.

We made our way through the crowd and up the stairs to the second level bar which was much more sedated. We found our way to the couch in the corner and sat down. Rachel was sweating and flushed. She grabbed my beer and downed half of it in one gulp.  

"Shit. That was insane." she said. 

"Yeah you gotta be careful what you get into up here." I replied.

Rachel sat quietly reflecting and sipping her beer. After a few minutes we decided to leave and made our way back through the bar and out into the street. I hailed a cab and we were on our way back to my apartment.

Twenty minutes later we were in my living room. Rachel asked if she could have something to drink. I headed for my room to change and told her to help herself. When I returned, she had also changed into shorts and a t-shirt and had a large glass of wine in front of her. She had also poured one for me and I joined her on the couch.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight, Aunt Sara. I had fun and I am sorry if things got a bit out of control at the bar. I guess I got caught up in the moment." She said.

I smiled and told her, "Don't sweat it honey. I had fun and you are not the first girl to get caught up in the moment. Do you regret dancing on the bar?"

She reflected for a minute and said, "Yes and no. It's hard to describe. It was fun at first but then when the crowd wanted me to flash them, it was kind of scary. But it was also exciting. I don't know... Its just that..."

She paused sipping her wine speculatively, and I waited for her to continue.

"I guess it was strange. When I was up there part of me felt like I was someone else. It was like I was playing a role kind of. It was surreal. For a moment I didn't think of myself as whom I am, but more of someone more like the other girls that were up there. Part of me wanted to go crazy like them. Part of me wanted to flash those guys. Sitting here now I can't believe I even considered it, but in the moment... I almost did it."

My whole world tilted and my head spun. I knew exactly the feeling she described having experienced it over and over during The Game. Rachel had just articulated my own feelings over the last several months. My mouth went dry at the realization that she had experienced that rush I felt while playing The Game, albeit on a much smaller scale. 

"So why didn't you do it?" I asked in a whisper. My mind reeling. Rachel was hitting too close to home without even realizing it. I felt both a tidal wave of relief that I was not alone in my feelings, but also a wrenching worry of what might happen should Rachel decide that she enjoyed the feeling of the rush I understood all too well.

"Honestly, I would have except I saw you in the crowd and reality came back to me. If you had not have been right there, I probably would have at least flashed my tits. Maybe more. I don't know." She replied honestly.

I sipped my wine contemplatively lost in my own thoughts. 

"You probably think I am a freak." Rachel said.

For the first time in moments I looked at her and saw the worry on her face. I immediately realized the courage it must have taken her to share her feelings with me. My own epiphany had blocked any empathy I should have had for her. I thought of what it was like to tell Michelle about my experiences and realized how strong this young, beautiful woman was. I was not her girlfriend. I was her Aunt and she was only 18. Jesus I was being insensitive.

I went to her immediately and hugged her fiercely. "You are not a freak." I told her and meant it. 

She hugged me back, but she was obviously confused by the intensity of my reaction.

When we parted she looked much more at ease, but very curious. I smiled at her and she smiled back both of us sharing a moment of camaraderie. I giggled and said, "Hell Rachel I've flashed my tits once or twice before. It's not the end of the world. See." And then I lifted my t-shirt and flashed my 34 B's.

Rachel's eyes went wide and then we both started giggling.

"Ohhh Aunt Sara you naughty girl." she said giggling. "Look I'm naughty too, but not quite as big as you." And then she flashed me her boobs. 

We both giggled the ice broken and just like that I had a room mate.

We drank wine the rest of the night talking like the old days. 

Sometime around 2 AM it was time to call it a night. I told Rachel I was going to bed and she followed me on drunken legs. As we separated in the hallway she paused and turned to me as if remembering something.

"Aunt Sara?" she asked.

"Yeah Rachel."

"So when exactly did you flash your boobs and to whom?" she asked.

I considered her for a moment, my mind flashing on the vision of myself grinding on a stripper pole. "That is a story for another night." I said.

She seemed to accept this and turned to her room until morning. I went to my own room and climbed naked between my cotton sheets.

As I lay there, my thoughts once again returned to the game. I had thought about nothing else recently and as I lay in my bed slowly drifting toward sleep, my mind relaxed and I realized that I was truly afraid of The Game. It was not just nervousness or guilt although there was plenty of that, but true fear. It was all too clear in that haze of thought between wake and sleep; something dark and sinister swimming in the deep pool of subconscious. I couldn't see it, but it was there.

It was like a memory of that person you went to high school with but have not thought of in ten years. You can picture the face, and you know the name, but you just can't come up with it. It swims under the surface of your mind. You can see its shadow, but never reach down and pull it out into the light of consciousness and say, "His name is Mike."

My fear was like that and as I drifted ever closer to sleep, my fear swam further toward the surface so that I could almost see its scaly reptilian body below the black waters of my subconscious mind. It was something deep down, which was now just out of reach. There was something I was afraid of, and The Game was making me go fishing in those dangerous waters of the soul.

I finally drifted off and my last conscious thought was an image of me standing on a diving board over a dark pool and stepping off. I fell and fell toward whatever waited for me in the dark water below...

**********************************

... It was dark. That was the first feeling I had as I climbed the steps to my apartment. Somewhere in the back of my mind it was the first indication that something was wrong. Usually the stairwell was well lit, but tonight both the lights at the top and bottom of the stairs were out as I made my way home. It was late and although I had no real indication of time, I knew it must be somewhere well past midnight. My heels clicked with an ominous metallic sound against the staircase as I climbed.

I reached my door and fumbled for my keys. I retrieved them in the darkness and inserted my key into the lock and as I pushed it home, the door gave way with no resistance. "That's odd." I thought realizing my door was left ajar. 

Any sane person would call the police at this point, but I did not. I was transfixed by the oddity, and although I didn't feel fear yet (although I was only minutes away from a terror that was unimaginable), my whole body tingled with anxiety. 

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and told myself, "I'm in control here." I didn't believe it, but I forced myself to. It was all about control. I had to be in control. I thought of my mother's stern face and resolved to be strong.

I pushed the door open gently into the darkness of my familiar apartment that at this moment did not feel familiar at all. The door squeaked on that one hinge I have been meaning to oil for months, but instead of sounding familiar and comforting, it sounding like the voice of a predator stalking me in the dark. 

"This is my apartment. I am in control." I told myself again. I shivered at the thought but did not know why.

My apartment was like an alien landscape of shadows that I barely recognized. Everything appeared outwardly normal except the feeling I got standing there in the doorway. There was something deeply wrong here. 

I cannot describe the feeling in words, but it was as if my own home no longer felt like my refuge from the world, but a dark and foreboding place where I was trespassing. It was as if the place itself was trying to tell me, "Get out. It's bad here. Don't come in."

But this was about control. I knew that on a deep level. I felt it. I would not willingly give it up.

I desperately wanted to run away, but instead found myself taking the first tentative steps into my apartment. I could control my fear. I was in control of everything.

I felt to my left to reach the light switch and flicked it. Nothing happened. 

"RUN!" my brain screamed. 

But I didn't. I was in control.

I took another step into the darkness. Why was I still here? 

"RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!" the mantra of my mind continued.

But I could not run, scream for help, even use my cell phone, or any other reasonable thing that I should have done. I was being stupid and I knew it, but I was unable to stop. I took another step and was now inside my apartment. The door stood open behind me. I was only a few feet from the kitchen lights. Two or three more steps separated me from the light and I became obsessed with the idea that if I reached it I would be safe.

Loss of control? No. Not here. Not me.

Tingles ran through my body. I could feel the tension in the air. My anxiety turning to fear, but I was unable to leave. I was drawn into the darkness like a moth to a flame. I took another step toward the kitchen and away from (control) the door. 

The door slammed behind me. My apartment had just become a cell. Control was fading. Someone was here with me. I could feel his (its) presence.

I started to turn toward the door when someone from behind me wrapped a gloved hand over my mouth and pulled me hard against his body. Another arm wrapped around my waist immobilizing me. I was suddenly deprived of the basic freedom to move.

My control dissolved around me. I grasped at it like smoke, but it was fading.

I fought in vain to be free until the man slapped my face with an open hand sending stars through my brain and rocking my head back. I tasted blood in my mouth, but not much. The slap was not meant to hurt, but to send a message: You have lost control to me.

NO

The stinging pain sent tingles of anxiety through my whole body. My mind raced although my body could not move. 

Out of Control...

My attacker pinned me against the wall and I felt his hot breath against my face and neck. I was pinned between him and the wall. My breasts flattened against the large man. I kneed at him hoping to get his balls and missed. He slapped me again, harder this time.

"Stop it bitch. I'll teach you what sluts get" He growled at me in the darkness. Our faces inches apart. I could smell him. He smelled like old spice and sweat. But I could also smell his arousal and satisfaction at taking control from me. I can't describe it, but I could smell his need tangibly. My fear multiplied 100 times. The smell was reality for me as much as the hands that held me. 

I could barely breathe and could not move. 

I was dying in my mind. My brain was screaming for sanity in an insane situation. 

I felt my attacker's hard cock against my crotch. It was big, hard, and thick. 

The man dragged me from my living room to my bedroom. It was a blur of grunting darkness as I struggled to free myself from him. 

He pinned me face down on my own bed, furthering his dominance of me. I felt like a butterfly on a stake. 

I knew what was coming. He would rape me and take all control away. I knew this deep in my soul and shivered at the violation that was happening to me. 

The loss of control was wrong. I was supposed to be in control. I am in control. I could make it stop if I was good enough.

But I am out of control. My mind could not process this fact and even in my current predicament I held on to the belief that my rape would not happen and I would be able to assert my control once again.

I was pinned face down on my bed. The soft smell of fabric softener that was normally so comforting filled my nostrils. A knee was pinned squarely between my shoulder blades and my arms were bent behind me. My cheek was pressed against the bed and I screamed my frustration at my situation, "Get off me you fucking pervert." I spat at the man pinning me.

A face came close to my ear. "Just take it bitch. This can go easy or hard, but its going to go, so just shut the fuck up and take it like the slut you are."

I shivered. I would not regain control. I knew it in that moment and something inside of my mind shattered and I traveled back in time...

********************************

... To when I was twelve. When Sara was twelve and she had a bad sister who did bad things. But Sara was the good one. Sara was always the good one.

I remember sitting on the stairs listening to my parents fight. They were scared and frustrated and that scared me on a level I was too young to express. My sister was already a problem and Mom and Dad were fighting over her.

"She's a nightmare," my mother ranted. "And a complete slut. You know she fucked that Jansen boy while his brother watched. I am ready to disown her. What will the neighbors think?"

"Calm Down Margaret. She is out of control, but she is still our daughter." Dad replied.

"Not my daughter. You keep her. She's a fucking whore and let her fuck the whole world for all I care. I'm done. And what about Sara? How will she turn out with that whore of a sister around? She's only twelve for God sakes and I swear if she turns out to be a slut like her sister I will literally kill her and her sister both."

My mother stormed out of the room, my father following her saying, "You don't mean that..."

I sat on the stairs stunned at what my mother said about my sister and I shivered in fear at the threat she had made. I curled up wrapping my arms around my knees and put my chin on my knees and rocked slowly back and forth feeling sick to my stomach. What if she found out about what I sometimes did to myself lying in the dark when everyone else was asleep? 

I shivered cold imagining her face if she knew I touched myself there. At that moment I vowed never again lose control like that. I would stop touching myself. I would stop having those tingly feelings about boys. I would stop. I was in control. Control. Control. Control. I would not disappoint her. I was good and in control. 

And then days later as I lie in bed doing what I vowed I would never do. The guilt was overwhelming...

*****************************

I had not thought of that night in 15 years or more but there it was now. The image of childish self and the illusion of control I created stripped naked before me. The wall of illusion that I had built over my entire life came crashing down around me. My whole reality was an illusion. My whole world was gone in an instant of comprehension. I was NEVER in control. Not once in my whole life. No one ever was in control. It was all a lie I told myself.

My clothes were stripped violently from my body as the fabric of my reality was also stripped naked. First my shirt and bra (and illusions) were torn away from me leaving red marks where the fabric bit into my flesh. Then my skirt and finally my panties pulled way, ripping. I lay naked under this man as my reality was equally stripped. 




The Game Ch. 05



A man raped my body as memories raped my mind.

The illusion of control that I held on to tightly was gone. My life flashed across the screen of my mind. All of my experiences good and bad, painful and pleasurable, happy and sad, were all there in an instant. 

Deep regret filled me as I reacted to the images of spending my time with emotions that were the product of an illusion of control I built for myself. I saw my own psychological pathology and the stupidity of my illusions. I saw the pain my blindness to reality caused myself and in some cases others. I saw the stupidity of all those pointless human emotions that I had invented to convince myself I was the "good one".

Guilt was the biggest. And in my epiphany I let go of it. I let go of it all. Guilt, worry, fear, all left me. I let go and for the first time found freedom in my own heart. I no longer needed control, and to find that remarkable gift was the most important moment of my life.

My eyes were wet with joy of being able to let go of it all. The irony was that I knew I may be living the last moments of my life, and I was filled not with fear or regret, but with joy. The joy of being able to finally let it all go was overwhelming. The joy of being able to see the beauty and joy of my own life, of all life even the most dark and painful was stunningly wonderful. All of my struggles, triumphs, and failures all a part of life was there in that moment and the context of life had changed for me. It was the most spiritually uplifting moment in my life that came at what most people would find the darkest, violent violation. There was even beauty in that.

I was rolled over onto my back by the man on top of me. Strong hands found my throat and I let go relaxing; allowing my arms to fall to my sides as I prostrated myself to him and myself. I spread my legs widely and let him take me. A hand found my pussy and smeared me with wet lubrication. 

The feeling of his touch was incredibly unexpected and gentle given the reality of the situation. Fleetingly I thought 'what kind of rapist lubes his victim so as to not hurt her?' and then I was lost in the feeling of freedom. I was no longer in control. I was never in control. This was happening and I had given myself the freedom to just experience this without trying to think or feel or judge or evaluate the "rightness" of it. I completely let go and submitted to life, both the good and bad.

I lay spread open before this man who would take me regardless of how I felt about it. My arms flat against the bed. I could not see him, but I could see for the first time in my life and nothing could destroy the sanctity of that. 

He entered me hard and fast, and I groaned at the sudden and forceful intrusion of him into me. My body reacted and my pussy flooded with my own lubrication as I was able to experience this moment fully. I came as he entered me and cried out my pleasure. I gave into him, the moment, and life, all in this act of violent contrition. 

He fucked me like an animal. Thrusting inside me, he slammed his cock in and out of my wet pussy, but it was no longer rape. Rape could not happen to my body in this moment for I had given myself completely over to the situation and willingly submitted to the experience without the guilt I had carried with me for years. 

My mind was raped, but that was not an act of sex, but an act of control from which I was finally able to set myself free. The rape had ended with my epiphany. This was about my submission and acceptance of reality. It was no longer about what I let happen or what was forced on me. It was about accepting reality. I now not only accepted the reality, but bathed in its freedom. I submitted to both the man inside me and the woman I was without guilt or fear. 

I wrapped my legs around the man fucking me and pushed hard against him. Feeling him inside me and loving it. I came again harder this time. I could not stop. Orgasm after orgasm washed through my body. Each time I came I erupted in a geyser of fluid and cried out over and over again. My body flailed on the bed. My pussy sprayed like a hose uncontrollably. 

I felt him cum then. Deep inside me he came, filling me with hot cum. I came again knowing my experience was reaching conclusion. The man above me was panting as he finished using my body. He was inches away from my face and I pulled forward slightly and kissed his mouth passionately. 

He seemed shocked, but then kissed me back. There was something familiar there as our tongues passionately caressed each other's mouths. In that moment I loved him more deeply than anyone I had ever known for he had given me freedom by destroying my own illusions and opening my mind to a deeper reality. I no longer needed the control that I had clung to for more than half my lifetime. It was like waking up for the first time and discovering a world of beauty so intense that it is indescribable. 

Now the man who had fucked me reached over and clicked on the bedside lamp, and I stared into Ron's face...

************************************

...I came awake immediately with a scream and sat up in my bed with my dream dissolving around me. 

I sat naked and alone in my own room. It was all a dream. I was naked and sweaty. My nipples stood like erasers and my bed sheets were soaked with my own secretions. I had cum more than once in my sleep. 

I took deep calming breaths and lay back in my bed. The intensity of that dream was incredible and it left me singularly out of phase with my waking reality. 

I was crying softly. The moment when I was twelve was still printed upon my mind. How could I have forgotten that and the guilt? The overwhelming guilt that I had carried with me like a burden across the years seemed so heavy now that I wondered how I had managed it for so long. But it was no longer there. I was free. 

I felt cleansed. The guilt was gone as I understood why I was afraid of The Game. I was losing the control I needed for so long. The fear was gone with the guilt and for the first time in a long, long time I was able to enjoy the passion and intensity of my own sexuality without guilt. 

I felt I could finally have my cake and eat it too. The Game could continue and it would continue, and I would allow myself to drink in every new and unique experience it brought without fear, regret, or guilt. 

And in that moment I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I did not know where Ron and I were heading. I did not know if I would lose him. But although I cared what happened, I no longer feared the possibilities. 

I had found myself somehow, and I was in awe beauty of my life that I had been blind to.

I had found a new context for my life, and I chose to live in it, not in fear from it. 

Life is wonderful.

********************************* 

Rachel knocked on my door and I threw my sheet over my naked body an instant before the door cracked. "Are you okay, Aunt Sara?" she asked with genuine concern on her face.

I smiled as best I could and said, "Yeah, just had a bad dream. I'll be out in a minute. Make some coffee would ya."

She looked at me uncertainly and said, "Sure thing." And then she was gone.

I got out of bed and showered quickly. The dream and its intensity faded quickly, but not my resulting view on reality. Something about me had fundamentally changed. I felt very peaceful about my life and everything about and around me. I know it sounds strange, but even though it was only a dream, the transformation of my reality was very real. 

After I showered I felt refreshed and alive. I put on a robe over my naked body and met my niece in the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Rachel was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a t-shirt she had obviously slept in. 

She handed me a cup of coffee and sat at the table across from me. 

"Are you really okay, Aunt Sara?" she asked.

"I am absolutely wonderful, hun. Really. I just had a dream that scared me a little bit." I said truthfully.

"Oh okay, it sounded like someone was killing you in there." she said still concerned.

I did not realize that I was actually screaming in my sleep, but it did not surprise me. I reached across the table and took her hand, "It's okay really. I just had a dream. I am fine. Sorry if I scared you."

Rachel smiled as she saw the sincerity in my eyes and accepted that I really was okay. She smiled and said, "What was the dream about?"

I stared at her and said, "Well that is kind of personal." I could not lie to her, but I was not sure she would want to hear that I dreamed of being raped. It might scare her and I was not sure she was mature enough to understand the context of my dream without more background than I was ready to give.

Rachel smiled interpreting my answer incorrectly, "Well I hope he was good. It sounded like you were sure enjoying it. I was afraid of what I might see when I opened the door." Her eyes twinkled at the innuendo.

She thought I was masturbating. I laughed at the thought of her sitting out listening to me pleasuring myself. I decided to let her have her illusion for the moment. "Well you know a girl's gotta be able to take care of herself when she has to. I must have forgotten I don't live alone anymore."

Rachel turned crimson at my acknowledgement of her hearing me cum. The fact was she probably had even though the context was wrong. I was sure this is the first time she had ever talked about such a taboo subject and I was enjoying watching her squirm a little in her obvious discomfort. Where she came from good girls didn't talk about such things, even though they all did them. 

I laughed again and said, "Lighten up Rachel, everyone does it so why pretend it's not true? There are only two types of people in the world: Those who masturbate and those who lie." 

She laughed at that and caused coffee to spray from her nose. I laughed at her as she coughed and wiped coffee from her face also laughing.

When the laughing stopped, I told her seriously, "I am sorry if I embarrassed you. It really was a dream. I can't promise it won't happen again, but it was the first time it has ever happened. I doubt there will be a repeat anytime soon."

"You didn't embarrass me, its just I have never heard anyone else, well you know, do 'that' before." Rachel admitted flushed. "I thought you would be embarrassed."

"Well, maybe I should be, but I have a new outlook on life today and things like that don't bother me anymore." I said.

"That's cool. I would be really embarrassed. I wish I was more like you." Rachel said smiling.

"Well be careful what you wish for young lady." I replied jokingly.

We then spent the rest of the morning having coffee and chatting. This became our daily tradition on the weekends. We started calling it girl chat, but it quickly became renamed "panty chat" because neither one of us was big on wearing clothes early in the morning on the weekends. 

Ron and I had not been spending as much time as we usually do together since Rachel had moved in so he called early on the second Saturday of "Panty Chat" and invited both of us to his house for a barbeque. 

After Rachel found out he had a pool, she would have gone without me. What a day that turned out to be...

To Be Continued...

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The Game Ch. 06



To all of you who have written me to offer words of encouragement, I really appreciate it. It is very challenging to write about Sara's world and as the story and characters get more involved and complex it only gets more so. I appreciate all of you who have written words to encourage or critique my writing. As I have said, this is my first attempt at writing and sometimes those of you who request (and sometimes beg) for the next installment are the reason I sit down to pound through some of the more difficult plot elements. So PLEASE don't stop (oh god, oh god, don't stop) sending me your feedback and posting your public comments. 

Anyway, this chapter is getting ridiculously long and I have decided to post what I have so far to keep you readers reading. This seems to be a pivotal chapter in the story. I knew after the last chapter that something fundamental would have to change and for a while it was difficult to find what direction the story would go. 

I think I have finally found my way although I still have no idea how this story will end. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please continue to give me feedback. I really do enjoy reading it.

Chapter 6: Pool Party Part 2

I needed to get fucked. Not loved. Not have sex. Fucked. And fucked hard. 

I drug Ron into the bathroom and dropped to my knees. I needed his cock. I tugged aggressively at his shorts. 

"What got into you?" he asked while helping me free his prick.

"Shut up and fuck me," I grunted.

I took his flaccid cock in my mouth sucking it deep into my warm, wet throat. His dick began to harden in my mouth. Mmmm I had to have him inside me. He groaned as I took encouraged his erection by swirling my tongue across the base of his cock and balls. His prick stiffened and pushed down my throat as I frantically spanked my own clit.

As he grew to his maximum length I stood up and sat between the double sinks of his vanity and drew my knees up to my chest placing my heels on the marble counter top. I spread myself obscenely with my fingers and said, "I need your dick in me now."

He leaned forward placing the tip of his now throbbing cock at the entrance of my dripping pussy and plunged forward into me. I grabbed his ass and slammed him into me deeper. It was all I needed to cum. 

Waves of pleasure hit me as I held him tightly and deeply inside me. My cunt spasmed in orgasm. I came in hard, bucking waves, of pleasure. I cried out my pleasure and pulled him deeper into the core of my wet fuck hole.

He was pinned inside me by my hands on his ass, and I could feel his muscles clenching as he tried to pump himself in and out of me. Instead of the normal frenzied bucking of sex, I held him firmly inside of me. I fucked him with only my cunt muscles which were going crazy in orgasm; but I did not let him thrust inside me as he seemed desperate to do. I held him firmly and with my hands and fucked him with only the internal muscles of my body. I squeezed his cock with peristaltic waves sending pleasure to both of us as we joined in urgently in our sex.

I came in another wave as flashes of Rachel's orgasm which I had recently witnessed flashed across the movie screen of my mind. I could hear Ron's animalistic grunts as he enjoyed his own pleasure of the fuck we shared. 

I squeezed his cock with my pussy tighter (as tight as I could) and felt him explode inside me, filling me with his hot milky cum. It drove me to another mind bending orgasm and then I felt myself falling into darkness and then I let go completely to the moment and fell into a black abyss of pleasure...

... I groaned as I opened my eyes shivering with delicious pleasure. My pussy was still pulsing in ebbing waves of pleasure as I came down from the cum of a lifetime. Ron held me gently and I smiled at him. "Jesus are you okay?" he asked. "You passed out when you came that last time."

"I'm perfect now." I said and meaning it. 

I hugged him tightly feeling his warmth and basked in the glow that only a couple in love can share after such mind bending sex. I kissed him deeply and enjoyed the feeling of our tongues intertwined. 

Involuntarily my pussy came alive again and I reached between my own legs to feel the oozing mess of my pussy. 

Ron's cock hung glistening and limp between his legs and he smiled as he watched me play with myself. "Again so soon?" he asked. "God you are a slut." he said jokingly.

I smiled and said, "Shut up and make me cum again."

This time he dropped to his knees and pushed my knees apart. Without hesitation he buried his tongue in my slimy cunt and all thoughts left my mind as I leaned back against his mirror and allowed myself to get lost in the softness of his tongue on my most sensitive flesh. 

I watched him lick me deeply and enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of messy oral sex as he licked me. His face was wet with both of our juices as his tongue probed deeply inside me. I was stretched open from his cock and his tongue reached deeply inside like a soft mini-cock. He expertly licked my wet hole and used the tip of his nose and tongue to expertly massage my throbbing clit. He licked me for almost two minutes before the first rumblings of climax rippled through my abdomen. 

I rocked gently as I moved closer and closer, riding the waves of pleasure to the crest of orgasm. This time I came in long slow rythematic waves rather than the violent pounding of the previous climax. I rode those pleasurable waves until the climaxed and once again my pussy contracted but this time the result was a oozing ejaculation of feminine secretion so copious that it rivaled Ron's own orgasm. His mouth was flooded with my essence as well as the remnants of his own. So much so that he hand to back away from my cunt sputtering, our juices running down his chin.

I sighed contentedly as my orgasm subsided and helped Ron to his feet. 

"Wow that was new." He said wiping his chin.

"Not new just never in your mouth before," I replied smiling. "I guess you better learn to swallow." I said giggling.

"Very funny. Now do you mind telling me what brought all this on, my horny little vixen?"

"Sure, but while you wash my back." I said and turned on the shower. I recounted to him the events of the past hour while he gently soaped and cleaned every inch of my well fucked body. 

After I told him all about watching Rachel finger fuck herself his cock was rock hard again. 

"So I see my story has had an effect on you. You aren't lusting after my little niece are you?" I asked teasingly as I stroked his firm soapy cock. 

He smiled and said, "I think I will get you a wig and call you Rachel some night while I fuck your ass."

I squeezed his balls tightly and said, "Oh really."

"Kidding!" he yelped in mock agony.

"Too bad maybe I would like that." I said teasingly and continued my expert hand job.

I dropped to my knees for the second time in 30 minutes to suck Ron's cock. This time I wanted his cum on my face and decided to let him live out a fantasy. I took his hand and moved it to his cock and told him to jack off for me. 

I turned my face upwards just under the tip and licked it as he stroked. "Pretend I'm Rachel. She has never sucked a cock before. Did you know that?"

I knew my words would turn him on. What guy wouldn't want an oral virgin to have her mouth on his cock for the first time. 

I licked tentatively at his tip, feigning lack of experience and asked in a sultry voice, "Do you like it like this?" 

He groaned in reply as I licked his tip as he stroked his hard 8 inch cock. 

"Am I doing it right, Uncle Ron." I asked in my best Rachel impersonation feeling both silly and turned on at the same time. 

At those words he erupted in a geyser of ejaculate painting my face with white stripe after white stripe of hot sticky cum while grunting between clenched teeth, "God yeah you little slut, take it."

I opened my mouth to catch as much of his seed as possible enjoying the flavor and texture on my tongue. When he had emptied himself upon me, he stood on uncertain legs holding his cock and staring at me with wide eyes. 

"Wow that really did it for you huh?" I said smiling through the goo. 

"Jesus. That was intense." Was all he could say. 

I stood up and washed the cum from my face under the stream of hot water and turned to him. "Well that was an interesting incestual fantasy."

"Well it's not that incestual. I am not related to Rachel," he said.

I laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement and said, "Not for you, for me."

"Oh." Was all he could say, and we left it at that, but I made a mental note to talk to Ron about it later. I felt I was on the verge of a potentially (yet another) life altering epiphany, but now was not the time for epiphanies. All I wanted to do was clean up, have a nice dinner, and drink with friends by the pool. 

Ron stepped out of the shower before me and toweled off. On a whim I decided to give him a treat for later. I grabbed my razor and proceeded to completely shave my pussy. I love that feeling and the sex with Ron after is always awesome. 

**********

Ron and I returned to the basement 15 minutes later. I was feeling squeaky clean and fully satisfied for the moment, but I was hungry. Michelle, Molinda, and Tim were apparently all in the shower together (typical), and Rachel was thumbing through Ron's music and movie collection. 

I had moment of terror realizing that one of those tapes probably was THE tape of me being gang banged and shivered at the thought of Rachel innocently popping it in the VCR and pushing play.

Fortunately that had not happened and I was quick to invite Rachel back to the bar for a drink. Ron went outside to be manly with the grill and a big plate of meat as I mixed martinis for myself and Rachel. 

Rachel was grinning ear to ear at me as I mixed her cocktail. 

"What are you smiling at?" I asked her.

"Well I was just thinking how nice it must be to get laid in Ron's bathroom." She replied with that award winning grin of hers.

I blushed pink but returned her smile. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Christ I think people in Africa know. I didn't realize you were such a screamer." She said laughing at me. "I'm glad you got yours."

"Hey you got to cum in the sun remember?" I asked needling her back.

Now she blushed. "Okay fair is fair. We both got some today, only mine was a do it yourself job."

I laughed and said, "Drink your martini and quit complaining."

Just then we heard giggles from the bathroom and Rachel said, "Guess I am the only one fucking myself today. Oh and Tim by the pool, but I think he is working on Michelle with round two." And then she laughed again.

I just smiled and wondered if it was Tim or Molinda that was making Michelle giggle and decided not to voice the query.

******* 

Dinner was amazing and amusing. Rachel and I joined Ron by the pool as he finished cooking 6 of the most tender steaks I have ever eaten. He opened a bottle of wine and Rachel and I who were already feeling a little mellow enjoyed a glass of cabernet while we awaited the rest of our sextet. 

Michelle was the first to meander through the French doors of the basement looking absolutely stunning. She was freshly showered and wore a casual black cover up that covered very little. Her blond hair was dry, but untamed in a very sexy way. She was followed by her two friends, whom I still knew very little about.

Tim was dressed casually in shorts and a golf shirt that showed his muscles well. Molinda, or Molee as Michelle had taken to calling her, was dressed tight black stretch pants and a white pullover shirt. She looked sexy as hell showing off her feminine curves. She and Michelle were like mirror images of each other; one skinny and blond, the other brunette and curvy. 

I noticed Rachel was staring at Tim and wondered if she was wishing for another view of his cock. I smiled to myself thinking of it.

We all sat around the large patio table drinking wine and talking. Molinda and Tim were fairly reserved being the new comers to the group, but Michelle made them feel at home with her bubbly personality and stories about Ron, myself, and Rachel. Fortunately she kept most of the m pseudo-clean as I was still somewhat uncomfortable sharing all of my proclivities with Rachel. 

As we finished our meal, Ron offered us all after dinner drinks which we all accepted. We moved down by the pool in the summer warmth and continued to enjoy our conversation. Michelle was becoming a little more drunk and raucous as the night wore on. 

She was telling in great detail the time she gave her boyfriend a blowjob on a public bus trip to Ohio. I noticed she commanded Rachel's complete attention, and I once again found myself smiling inwardly. 

Michelle noticed Rachel's interest in her stories and smiled at her saying, "Nothing like sucking cock eh Rach."

Rachel went pale and then crimson. Michelle laughed heartily at her discomfort. I noticed Tim and Molee laughing, but Tim was smiling lecherously as well. I wondered what nasty thoughts were consuming him. If he was a friend of Michelle's he clearly was not as virginal as Rachel.

Rachel replied, "Honestly I wouldn't know" as she blushed again.

The proverbial hush fell over the crowd at that. Even Michelle was silent as the impact of Rachel's admission washed over the five of us. Only I was not caught off guard. I think everyone had somehow forgotten that Rachel was only an 18 year old girl from the country. It was an easy thing to overlook given her stunning beauty and self confidence.

Michelle patted her arm gently. "I'm sorry hun. I didn't mean to offend you."

Rachel shook her head smiling. "No offense taken; I just have never done that." She replied. Rachel's stock went up a couple of more points with me as we sat there and she honestly revealed such an intimate detail of her sexual life.

Michelle smiled knowing she had done no harm, and said, "Well why the hell not? I mean I am sure guys must be standing in line for you." She asked genuinely curious.

Rachel laughed and said, "Well I am not going to say that there haven't been a few interested, but I just you know didn't really know how to do it. Besides it's not like I am a virgin and I figure if we are going to do it, then I might as well get something out of it too."

Michelle burst out laughing at that. "Oh honey if you don't get anything out of it, you are doing it wrong. Besides its only fair if he is going to go down south on you."

Rachel giggled, "Well I never did that either."

"Oh my God an oral virgin" Michelle exclaimed. "I didn't think there were any left! I hope you took notes earlier." She said winking at Tim.

"Well that was pretty amazing." Rachel said grinning at Tim herself.

Tim just smiled but I noticed a bulge in his pants that came to life as we casually discussed the blowjob he got earlier. 

"Well I am a good teacher." Michelle responded. "Just let me know if you have any questions." She said jokingly.

"Well actually..." Rachel began.

At this Michelle was on the edge of her seat. I think it is the most excited I had ever seen her. She absolutely loved talking about this with Rachel. "Spill it girl. What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Well what does it, you know, taste like?"

At that everyone laughed including Ron and I.

"Well it's kind of hard to describe. Besides, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise when you finally try it." Michelle said. "Let me know if you want to try it, and I will get you a sample." Michelle said laughingly and lecherously looking at Tim.

I had to pee from all the wine so I excused myself and offered to bring a fresh round of drinks on my way back out. No one declined and one thing was certain: Rachel and I were spending the night. 

When I returned ten minutes later Michelle had Rachel separated from the group whispering in her ear conspiratorially. I handed out drinks to Tim, Molinda, and Ron and asked, "So what are those two up to?"

Ron shook his head clearly as baffled as I was, and Tim and Molinda were equally silent, but I thought I detected a slight smile on Molinda's face as if she might not know more than she offered. I decided to let it go. Who was this chick anyway? And what kind of fantasy was Michelle fulfilling for her.

Another minute passed and Michelle and Rachel returned to our group grinning like they had just won Powerball. 

I decided to just wait and see. Getting a secret out of Michelle could be like pulling teeth when she was not ready to spill it. 

After she had sat down and created an appropriate amount of suspense she turned to Ron and said, "Ron, I have to say you throw the best parties ever. I always love coming over here and have never left without a fond memory."

Ron looked confused and said, "Well thanks. I am glad you have fun."

Michelle continued, "Well I hope you don't mind, but since you did say the more the merrier I invited another guest."

Ron looked confused and shrugged and said, "Great who is it?" Michelle just smiled and said cryptically, "Molinda and I will go find her."

I was watching Molinda intently and I thought I noticed a shiver go through her as Michelle took her hand and led her toward the French doors and into the house.

Rachel was grinning from ear to ear as was Tim. 

"What's up you two?" I asked.

Rachel just giggled and said, "Michelle made me promise not to say until she gets back."

I was a little irritated, but decided to play it cool. "I see." I was not sure I liked this sudden conspiracy between Michelle and Rachel. I hoped Rachel was careful about what she got herself into.

We all waited in silence as there seemed nothing more to say. 

Five minutes turned to ten as my curiosity and anticipation built. Who the hell else was coming to this party and what were we in store for? I hoped it was not someone from my past. Flashes of strippers and anonymous men filled me with dread and (I had to admit) lustful anticipation.

When at last Michelle emerged from Ron's basement she was followed by Molinda, but a different Molinda. 

This Molinda wore a black mini-skirt that was too short for public and a ultra tight white tank top that pinned her now braless tits against the thin material. Her hair was free and teased to look slutty. She wore dark mascara that appeared somewhat gothic along with ruby red lipstick that made her lips appear fuller. If I saw her out at a bar, I would think hooker or whore. 

Her ensemble was completed with a leather dog collar with silver metal studs. Michelle led her by a leash as if she were her pet. 

Michelle was grinning ear to ear as she led Molinda to our group. All four of us watched with mouths open as they approached. Rachel giggled nervously; Ron said nothing; Tim smiled; and I was stunned. What the hell was she thinking and who the hell was Molinda? What was going on here?

Michelle closed the distance between us and brought Molinda to her side. Molinda appeared nervous and she had goose bumps on her arms. 

Michelle opened her mouth and said, "May I present to you our party guest. This is "Sweet Molee". You may address her as "Molee" for the duration of her visit. I think you will find her very different than her alter ego Molinda."

No one else could speak a word including Molinda.

Michelle continued, "I see you are all adequately stunned by Molee so I will tell you all a little story that will help clarify some of your confusion."

Michelle truly loved this. She knew she had shocked even me and was pleased with herself. Her grin was devilish, and I knew at that moment that this night was going to be intense for all of us. I glanced at Rachel who mirrored Michelle's grin. She did not seem nervous which made my own nervousness intensified. Jesus did she know where Michelle may lead us? Did she know the possibilities that were in front of us? Why did she seem so damned amused? Hell I was nervous. 




The Game Ch. 06 Pt. 02



Chapter 6: Pool Party (part 2)

Rachel swam back to the group of skinny dippers that included Molee, Ron, Michelle, and Tim. All of them seemed to admire her confident strokes as her nude body sliced gracefully through the water. I followed admiring both her skill and beauty from the rear perspective. 

She was still grinning as she approached the rest of the group who was standing in a semicircle around Molee who obediently waited to be used. I again wondered who she was, but admired the depth of her commitment to her fantasy. Turning control over to Michelle took no small measure of courage. 

Michelle seemed to be enjoying Rachel and as she finally stood next to her Michelle said, "So Rachel are you enjoying your evening thus far?"

Rachel beamed at her and said, "Well I have cum more times tonight than I have in the past month, I have had oral sex for the first time, and I have had your sex slave shave my pussy while my aunt, her boyfriend, you, and Tim watched. All in all it's been a good night."

Everyone laughed together easily including me. 

Rachel continued, "But I was thinking that since this is a night for new experiences, I would like to borrow your slave to fulfill one of my fantasies if you don't mind."

Michelle raised an eyebrow at this. It seemed out of character for Rachel to be so bold about her fantasies. She was still relatively new to this environment, and I don't think anyone expected her to bring up one of her own fantasies. "What did you have in mind?" Michelle asked.

"Well" Rachel began, "I was thinking that this night seems to have centered around me and not Molee. I know she is your ‘property', but it's also her fantasy. So I think she needs to be used for more fun, as long as you are willing. After all she is your slut tonight so I want your permission to use her to fulfill a fantasy of mine."

Michelle was grinning now and no one else was speaking. Everyone stared at Michelle to see what she would say.

"Well what is your fantasy?" Michelle asked.

Rachel grinned back and said, "Well I want you to loan me Molee under the same conditions and rules you set forth earlier. I just want to be in control of her for awhile, and everyone is still bound by the same rules. Would you agree to that?"

Michelle thought for a moment wondering if there was a trap being set, but unable to see it. 

For the first time in my life, I saw Michelle at a loss for words. "So what you are saying is you would have the final say over what she does, not me?"

"Yes.", Rachel replied.

I glanced at Molee and saw gooseflesh on her whole body. This night was taking an unexpected turn and she was visible excited and more than a little terrified about what might come next. 

Michelle cocked her head and said, "Well why don't you tell me the details before I decide?"

Rachel just grinned, "I am sorry, but that would ruin my fantasy, but I understand your concern. You are afraid I will make something happen that you would not. So how about we make this deal. I get Molee for the next few hours, and I promise not to ask anyone here to do anything more than they have done and enjoyed tonight."

Michelle thought about it some more and could not find the loop hole Rachel must certainly have in mind. 

"What's the worst that can happen Michelle? I mean the most anyone could do is fuck her, shave her, or lick her pussy. Isn't that what she is here for?", Rachel asked.

Michelle sighed and said, "Well if you promise that the only thing that you will make her do is fuck then I'm game."

Rachel's grin widened wolfishly as if she had just negotiated the Louisiana Purchase. Michelle was still confused as were the rest of us, but I knew enough of Rachel's word games that something incredible was going to happen. I just could not see it.

Rachel walked slowly over to Molee who was visibly shivering now. Her nipples were excited and looked like pink pencil erasers framed over milky white breasts. Rachel was smiling at her and moved closer to her until her lips were inches away from her ear. 

"Relax, it's going to be soooo good." I heard her whisper seductively. This only heightened Molee's excitement and a tremor coursed through her.

Rachel moved slowly behind Molee who stood motionless in the water. We all stared openly at her waiting to see what she/they would do. Michelle stood next to me and I saw her draw deep breath watching these two beautiful women, naked and exposed before us. 

Rachel continued talking to Molee in a voice that was just audible to the rest of us. "Did you hear that? You Mistress just gave you to me."

Molee said nothing but was biting her bottom lip. 

Rachel moved her right hand around Molee's waist and gently drew her back against her until her back was pressed lightly against her body. Her hand slowly and gently caressed Molee's stomach and moved upward to her right breast. She massaged her nipple causing another tremor to go through the submissive Molee. 

"Answer me." Rachel said a little more sternly.

"Yes.", Molee instantly replied.

Now Rachel pinched her nipple tightly between her thumb and index finger. Give a slight twist she took Molee to the edge of pain and said, "Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress.", Molee said with a cracking voice.

Rachel immediately released her nipple and Molee relaxed slightly. We all stood gawking at the scene before us. Never before had I seen anyone exhibit more self confidence or control than Rachel did now. The two of them together were like Yin and Yang. Control and Obedience. Master and Slave. It was awesome. 

"And do you give yourself to me as you did to Michelle?" Rachel asked.

"Yes Mistress," Molee responded quivering as she said it.

"Very good." Rachel said. "And would you like to hear about what is going to happen in the next few hours? I believe they would." Rachel whispered and for the first time acknowledged the rest of us. 

I looked over to Ron who stood next to Tim. Both of their dicks were hard watching this exchange. I was also aroused and noticed my own nipples were erect and tingling, as were Michelle's.

"Yes Mistress," came the breathless reply from Molee.

Rachel was smiling at us over Molee's shoulder. Rachel reached completely around Molee with both of her hands now and took her nipples in her finger and began to massage them as she spoke.

"Well Molee I think you are not the slut that Michelle has played you up to be. In fact I think all of this is as new to you as it is to me. But I also think you want to be slut and indulge all of those fantasies that roam around inside that sexy head of yours. I think you are loving all of this but you need someone to ‘make' you do them so you don't feel guilty."

Molee trembled at the intensity of Rachel's words, and revealed the truth of her voice. Her body was aroused, but she was also slowly being stripped emotionally with Rachel's help. 

Rachel continued, "I bet deep down you have fantasized about getting fucked and sucked in every way imaginable, but you are too afraid to act on those feelings. I bet you wonder, ‘What would my mom say? What would my husband say? This is dirty and I shouldn't feel this way.'" 

Molee was shivering now and tears slowly trickled out of her eyes as Rachel forced her to face the truth of herself. The psychology of her fantasy laid out before her while in the context of her role as Molee visibly affected her. Her knees were weak and threatened not to hold her weight. Rachel held her up as she spoke to her as if they were alone. 

Rachel was whispering now and I strained to hear her, "So you found a loop hole. You gave control to someone else and now everything that happens to you is their responsibility not yours. But deep down you really want to be the slut, but you are too afraid."

I was surprised at how cruel Rachel seemed. Michelle acted as if she might intercede, but I grabbed her by the elbow gently and stopped her. I wanted to see what Rachel would do, and I didn't believe she would intentionally hurt Molee.

Rachel continued, "So now that I own you, I think I will give you exactly what you want, but first I want to hear you say it. Tell me you're a slut." Rachel paused still rolling Molee's nipple between her fingers.

"I am a slut." Molee said in a whispered voice that cracked when she spoke. 

"Say, ‘I love to fuck'," Rachel continued. 

"I love to fuck." Molee said bolder now, but still with tears welling in her eyes.

"Say, ‘I love to lick pussy'."

"I love to lick pussy." Molee echoed.

"Say, ‘I love to suck cock'."

"I love to suck cock," the cadence continued.

Rachel paused but continued to roll Molee's nipples gently between her fingers, heightening her arousal. 

We all watched with bated breath to see what Rachel would do next. She clearly was in charge here, and she played the role of puppet master well.

The sexual tension was intense and I felt like we had all just stepped through the looking glass.

Rachel spoke softly in her ear now, "Well I am going to give you exactly what you want, but you must enjoy it. Do you understand? You get to be the slut you dreamed of tonight. You can let go of everything except the sound of my voice and your desire to please me and yourself. You will do everything I say. You have no choice. You can let your fantasy be my fault, and you can live out all of those dirty little things you want to do. All you have to do is fulfill my fantasy. Will you do that Molee? Will you fuck anyone and everyone I ask you to, but no others? Will you let me have my fantasy through you?"

Rachel stopped abruptly and waited for her answer. I was aware that I had stopped breathing. Everyone had. This was intense. What was her fantasy? What would she do?

"Yes Mistress. I will fuck anyone you ask and no others." Molee replied speaking as softly as her new Mistress.

Rachel moved pulled Molee closer to her yet and slid her tongue across the back of her neck erotically. Molee shivered and I was reminded of the moment in St. Louis when Michelle licked our driver's ear. It was quick, subtle, and incredibly erotic to witness. 

Then she took Molee's hand and led her closer to us and said, "Molee has agreed to let me live out my fantasy by letting me direct hers. Since we have all agreed to participate in this "Game" (I shuddered involuntarily at that word) I have decided to let Molee be the slut she seems so desperate to be. I am going to take her in the house and blind fold her and tie her up. She will be our sex toy for the night."

Molee was trembling with anticipation at Rachel's words. She seemed aroused, eager, and hesitant all mixed together. I imagined how she must be feeling. I think she was anxious to get to the house because she involuntarily took a step toward the pool ladder, but Rachel pulled her back.

"However there is one other restriction." Rachel began. Her came the catch. I knew it. I bit my bottom lip involuntarily in anticipation.

She continued, "I want Michelle to watch Molee tonight." Rachel moved closer to Michelle who was equally eager to ‘get to the fucking' (a phrase she often used). Rachel moved in close to Michelle until her lips were less than an inch away from hers. 

She spoke gently and erotically as if only to Michelle. "You see I want you to watch your slave have her ultimate fantasy lived out, but you must not touch her, or any of the rest of us. You are just going to watch tonight."

Rachel's wet lips inches away from Michelle's was an incredibly erotic visual effect. Her voice was sensuous and Michelle expected to lean in to kiss her. Instead Rachel turned her head slowly and brought her hand up toward Michelle's hardened nipples. She did not touch her, but acted as if she might, further driving Michelle's erotic anticipation. Her hands were less than an inch away from Michelle's skin, but she did not make contact. Michelle must have been dying with desire.

Rachel continued, "This is the closest any of us will come to you tonight. You get to be our ‘fly on the wall'. I want you to watch Molee perform for you. You get to be the audience for her show. I don't even want you to touch yourself. Just watch." 

When she finished Rachel licked her own lips gently, but did not touch Michelle's. Michelle's lips were still only inches from Rachel's and I could almost feel the sexual desire burning out of Michelle. Michelle was always the one to push limits not to have them imposed. 

With that she slowly backed away from Michelle and took Molee's hand. She led her willingly out of the pool and into the house. 

We silently watched her leave in the moonlight; each of us contemplating our own desires and wondering if Michelle could abide by her word and let this fantasy happen without joining in. 

Michelle for herself stood transfixed and frustrated. She was speechless at her predicament. Ron was the first to move and with a smile and a glance at me, made his way out of the pool. Tim and I followed him and Michelle brought up the rear. 

************** 

When I stepped into the relative light of the downstairs, I saw Rachel pushing Molee gently onto the couch. The warm glow of the overhead lights highlighted the tight curves of Rachel's body. The vision of her nude and in a sexual situation with another woman was intense. My stomach tightened and I was once again aware of my own nudity. The reality of the moment hit me hard, but it also excited me beyond words.

Tim and Ron were obviously aroused and slowly moved toward the slave and mistress, uncertain as to their role. Michelle stood silently and watched intently as Rachel focused all of her attention on Molee. She gently pushed Molee's arms to the back of the couch where she was told sternly to keep them. Molee complied without hesitation. 

Rachel pushed Molee's knees gently apart opening her glistening, shaved pussy. Molee was biting her bottom lip in anticipation. Then Rachel reached into a small tote bag next to the couch that I surmised was Molee's. She removed a blindfold and gently placed it over Molee's eyes. 

"Mmmmm" I heard Molee whimper. 

Ron and Tim took up a position on the love seat across from the couch and watched intently. I took a spot between them while Michelle merely stared as she stood transfixed.

After securing the blindfold on Molee's eyes Rachel grinned at us and moved across the room and retrieved a bar stool from the wet bar. She placed it about 6 feet directly in front of Molee's spread pussy and motioned to Michelle. "You sit here please and remember the rules."

Michelle was not pleased, but said nothing. She sat naked on the stool as instructed. 

Ron's cock was hard and I could almost see his pulse in the tip which I estimated at about 120 beats per minute. Tim was in much the same condition. I myself was hornier than I had ever been and I fought the urge to touch my own clit knowing I would cum immediately.

Rachel then stood before us, ignoring Michelle completely. She silently approached Tim and took his hand. She glanced at his huge, hard cock and smiled. Ron watched both excited and somewhat disappointed he was not chosen. Chosen for what we did not know. 

Rachel smiled at us, and I had a moment where the surreal events of the moment hit me. Here I was naked, with my boyfriend who was also naked and hard, watching as my niece was about to either fuck Tim or watches him fuck Molee, all while Michelle sat silently naked on a barstool.

Rachel seemed to read my mind and whispered to us, "Relax Aunt Sara, it's all good."

And then to Ron: "And don't look so sad, you get sloppy seconds."

Ron grinned and I noticed his cock oozed pre-cum, as my pussy tingled with excitement. I reached over and rubbed his cock with my hand slowly up and down using his ooze as lubricant.

Rachel led Tim to the quivering, horny slut on the couch and made him kneel before her. Rachel kneeled behind him and once again reached into Molee's bag. This time she came up with the bottle of KY lubricant and liberally drizzled it onto Tim's cock. Tim sighed at the feeling of the lube gently coating his thick hard member. 

Rachel slowly began stroking Tim's huge cock that was inches away from Molee's gaping pussy. She spoke to Molee. "You want a big dick in you, slut? I have a huge cock in my hand right now and in a few seconds it's going to be in you. You don't even know whose dick it is, but it's going to fuck you. You want it don't you."

"God Yes Mistress." Molee replied in a voice thick with lust. 

Rachel positioned the tip of Tim's thick slippery cock at Molee's wet oozing cunt. "I bet that feels good doesn't it?" Rachel teased.

"Oh God…. Oh God Yes." Molee responded quivering in desire.

Without warning Rachel pushed violently on Tim's ass pushing his cock into Molee deeply. 

Molee came immediately screaming out her pleasure in her violation. "Oh Jesus fuck yeah," she cried as her body went into a rolling spasm of orgasmic pleasure. 

Tim began pumping in and out of her. I watched mesmerized as Tim's ass cheeks clenched and relaxed as he fucked Molee hard. Rachel reached between his legs and grasped his balls gently and began to rub them. 

"FUCK THAT SLUT", Rachel yelled. "FUCK HER HARD TILL YOU CUM IN HER PUSSY".

Molee was rolling from one orgasm to the next and Tim was grunting with each thrust and he seemed to race toward his own orgasm. Rachel pushed gently on his balls increasing the intensity of his pleasure. 

Ron's cock was spasming in my hand and I slowed the tempo of my strokes to prevent him from cumming all over himself and me. I knew he wanted to fuck Molee, and part of me was curious as to how that would play out. My own role in this fantasy was still uncertain and I was equally uncertain about what I would allow to happen. The only thing that I was certain about was that at some point I had to get fucked again. I needed to cum so badly it was almost physically painful. I wondered if I was feeling a female version of "blue balls" and smiled inwardly at the thought.

Suddenly Tim grunted and I recognized the tell tale loss of control that signaled male orgasm. Rachel ran her fingers gently across his balls as he thrust into Molee in deep purposeful strokes. 

Rachel was talking dirty to him as he came. "Fuck that's it. Fill her pussy with your cum. Empty those big balls into that dirty whore."

This went on for about 15 seconds until Tim collapsed on top of Molee. Both were heaving and panting in post orgasmic exhaustion. Rachel let Tim have a brief moment of rest before pulling him back from Molee. His cock slid out of her and Molee groaned at its absence. Rachel did not let Tim speak but merely led him back to our couch. His cock was beginning to wilt but it was still impressively large and covered with Molee's juices and KY jelly. 

Rachel then walked slowly over to Michelle. "Wow that was hot huh?" she teased. Michelle refused or could not speak. Rachel moved closer to Michelle until her lips were a mere inch from hers. I thought she might kiss Michelle and watched her intently. Instead she only said, "Watch your slave be my slave and love it."

Then she turned to leave Michelle to stew in her own juices of burning lust (both figuratively and literally).

Rachel approached the love seat again and was grinning at me. I smiled back at her, but it was like looking at a different person. She was in control here like I never could have imagined, and part of me liked it. 

Then she went to Ron and whispered, "Your next."

Ron was a little uncertain, but I nudged him and he willingly moved forward. I was not about to deny him this moment. I knew he fantasized about Rachel from our tryst earlier in the bathroom, and I knew his excitement would come as much from Rachel's presence as Molee's pussy. 

Ron took up a position in front of Molee much like Tim had done. Her pussy was absolutely covered in a mixture of Tim and her own secretions. She was trembling from the intensity of her own orgasm that still had not fully run its course through her body.




The Game Ch. 06 Pt. 02



"Ready for more cock you slut?" Rachel asked Molee.

"Oh God," was Molee's reply both excited and exhausted.

This time Rachel pressed close into Ron's back letting him feel her breasts pushed gently into his back. I wondered if her hard nipples had escaped his notice. Her left hand lubricated Ron's cock as she also gently raked the fingernails of her right hand down his back and across his ass cheeks. 

Rachel leaned in to Ron's ear and whispered to him in a sultry voice, "I bet you never thought my hands would be on your cock did you?"

Ron groaned at her teasing words as she used her left hand to stroke his cock and her right to massage his balls. Tim and I watched intently and I noticed Tim's cock slowly coming back to life. "Jesus he is a machine." I thought.

My own pussy was on fire with desire. Michelle must have been dying. This time Rachel slowly pushed Ron into Molee not letting him fuck her with the wild abandon that Tim did. I could hear the slurping sounds as my boyfriend fucked Molee's pussy that was wet and sloppy from Tim's fuck. I glanced at Michelle who had spread her legs on her barstool. Her pussy was slick and oozing with her own juices, but I had to give her credit. She did not touch herself as she must have been dying to do. I suddenly felt Tim's fingers touch my own swollen clitoris. 

His cock stood out of his lap, hard and thick. My own hand found him and stroked his hard shaft that was slick with a mixture of cum. 

I rolled my hips forward slowly letting him access my wet pussy. His fingers entered me and I squeezed his fingers with my pussy enjoying the feeling in my hot cunt. I jacked Tim off as he finger fucked me; each of us using the other for relief from the sexual tension of the moment. 

Rachel glanced back at me grinning as she continued to fuck Molee with Ron. That was the only way to describe it. Ron was nothing more than a biological prop in the fantasy that Rachel was playing out for Molee. 

Tim slowly pushed me forward and off the couch and positioned himself under me. He then pulled me back to sit on his lap. I got the idea and slowly impaled myself on his mammoth cock. Rachel stared at me intently as Tim's cock slid deeply inside of me. His thick cock spread my pussy widely open more than I ever thought possible. It was divine to feel that thick cock fucking me as I began grinding up and down on him. When he finally ploughed fully into me I cried out my own pleasure.

Rachel never took her eyes off of me as Tim fucked me. She continued to massage Ron's balls with her right hand as my boyfriend fucked the blindfolded slut on the couch. Rachel had to be horny as hell because her left hand found her own clit and she began masturbating in time to Tim's urgent thrusts into me.

I forgot all about the insanity of the moment and lost myself in the pleasure of the cock inside of me and the "dirtiness" of Rachel watching. I could vaguely hear Ron grunting in familiar sounds that I recognized as a signal of his impending orgasm. I wanted to cum with him. I ground myself harder on Tim's cock and lightly began spanking my own clit. Rachel was biting her bottom lip as she watched me fuck Tim and helped Ron fuck Molee.

Michelle was moaning as well, but she was not masturbating. 

I knew Ron was cumming when I heard the familiar, "God Yes!" escape his mouth. 

"Fuck her baby." I screamed out and was rewarded with another grunt from Ron.

I was close and slammed my wet pussy down on Tim's cock hard and fast. The orgasm ripped through me powerfully. I cried out in the joy of pleasure I was feeling and it was as if Ron and I were engaged in mutual masturbation only using other people instead of toys. 

My pussy exploded in an ejaculatory gush as I came on Tim's cock and felt him empty himself into me. I heard Ron cry out and knew Molee was feeling the thick hot spray that only Ron could deliver to her. The thought made my pussy spasm again around Tim's dick. 

Rachel was flushed with excitement of our mutual orgasms and I could see her breathing heavy. A thin film of sweat covered her and she looked much like Michelle who had witnessed but not participated in this orgy of pleasure.

I slid slowly off of Tim as his cock wilted. I was panting and Ron pulled slowly out of Molee with an audible "Plop" that demonstrated how full of cum she was. 

Ron came and kissed me gently and gave me a tight hug before moving me back to the couch where we could recover. Tim had made a trip to the bathroom. 

I was slowly recovering and Rachel turned her focus back to Molee.

Molee was groaning as she began to slowly recover from her multiple orgasms. Rachel pushed her legs up gently until her knees were almost touching her chest. Her pussy gaped wide oozing copious amounts of cum. Her position allowed the cum to gently drip our of her pussy, but it didn't slide out of her. Instead it oozed and stuck to her outer lips that had been mercilessly fucked by both Ron and Tim.. 

"Did you like that slut?", Rachel asked in a stern voice.

"Yes Mistress." Molee said breathlessly. 

Rachel stood slowly holding Molee in her pretzel like position on the couch. Then she pulled her gently down onto the seat cushions until her head was flat on the seat facing the ceiling and her pussy was pointing straight up in the air. Then Rachel deftly slid onto the couch straddling Molee's face and holding her legs tightly on each side of her body. She was facing us and grinning radiantly.

"Eat me till I cum you slut.", Rachel said sternly and she sighed as Molee's tongue found her clitoris at the tip of her shaved pussy.

Rachel began grinding her hips slowly on Molee's face with her own only inches away from Molee's gaping cunt.

"God I can smell your fucked pussy", Rachel moaned as she rode Molee's face closer and closer to orgasm. 

Molee was licking my niece faster sensing her mistress was on the verge. Rachel's hips rocked back and forth hard on Molee's face. I could see Rachel's orgasm growing in her facial expressions as her face and tits flushed red with pleasure. 

"Oh God," Rachel cried out in pleasure. "Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh God…. Lick my clit just like that."

Then Rachel let go and came. She went silent and shook with pleasure until she could hold herself in the moment no longer and let go in a pleasurable scream of "YESSSSSSSS OH YESSSSSSS"

She pulled Molee's legs tighter into her body as she came and ground her pussy hard down on Molee's face as her orgasm shivered through her body. 

Then she slowly relaxed as her orgasm crested and she rode her wave of pleasure down the other side of the mountain of release. 

Molee's cunt was now dripping with her own juices as well as the pint of Ron and Tim that was inside of her. As Rachel once again came back to reality she looked up at Ron and I smiling radiantly and then to Michelle who was in hell on her barstool. 

Then she leaned down and buried her own tongue in the mess that was Molee's cunt. She licked her from her clit to her asshole and when she withdrew her tongue and chin was covered in a mixture of cum from both man and woman. A thick strand of cum mix stretched between Molee's gaping hole and the tip of Rachel's tongue. Rachel lifted her tongue higher until the elastic strand of cum broke and then licked her lips.

She grinned at Michelle and said, "Mmmmm it's so good. I bet you would love it."

Michelle who was completely out of control at this point said, "God yes."

Rachel only smiled and slowly dismounted Molee and walked to Michelle. Molee collapsed and slipped her blindfold off, apparently ready to let her fantasy go for the moment. We all stared silently as Rachel leaned in and kissed Michelle deeply on the mouth letting her taste what was only a moment before inside of Molee.

Michelle kissed back hard wanting her own release from any source she could get it. 

Tim had returned from the bathroom at some point and stood behind the couch, watching and stroking his cock. Ron's dick was also hard again and glistening from Molee's juicy pussy.

Rachel parted from Michelle and walked to Tim and took his hand and led him to Michelle. Michelle didn't move but was obviously ready to attack Tim as soon as Rachel let her. 

Rachel then came to Ron and I and said, "Mind if I borrow him again Aunt Sara?"

I could only nod and she took Ron by the hand and led him back to Michelle also. Then she slowly went to Molee and helped her up from the couch. She hugged her gently and said, "Thank you for letting me be your mistress. You were wonderful."

Molee grinned and said, "You were awesome."

"Well I think it's time you got to see this fantasy from the other side." Rachel said mischievously.

Molee stood on uncertain legs as Rachel led her also back to Michelle.

Then Rachel slowly stood behind Michelle and began to gently rub her shoulders. She then leaned down and whispered something in her ear. 

Michelle bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as Rachel spoke something too soft for me to hear. Michelle only nodded slightly. But then Rachel used her right hand to grab a fist full of Michelle's hair. She pulled hard snapping Michelle's face skyward. Michelle grimaced in slight pain, but also in tremendous excitement. 

"Say it bitch.", Rachel spat mercilessly.

Michelle hesitated and shifted her gaze from Tim, to Ron, and then to Molee. Then I saw something cross Michelle's face that I would never have believed. It was resignation. 

Then Michelle's lips parted and I heard her rasp in a whisper, "Fuck me."

Rachel shook her head as Tim began to step forward. She smiled at Molee and beckoned her to replace Rachel's hand with her own. Molee stepped forward getting the idea and pulled Michelle's hair back fiercely. Rachel grinned and stood in front of Michelle and said, "Now say it!"

Michelle was panting in lust and from the tingling in her scalp she must surely feel. Beads of sweat dotted her upper lip. Her mouth opened again but this time she cried out, "GANG BANG ME PLEASE! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am."

With that she reached out and found a cock in each of her hands and drew them both toward her mouth. Tim and Ron leaned into her and she took both heads in her mouth, licking each with her velvet tongue. 

Both men shivered in pleasure. Molee was enjoying her new role as well and her fingers found Michelle's tits and massaged her nipples until they were as erect as pencil erasers. 

"Take that slut to the couch and fuck her till she begs you to stop." Rachel commanded.

Ron, Tim, and Molee were happy to oblige. Tim sat on the couch and Michelle immediately straddled his lap impaling herself on his huge cock. It slipped easily inside of her in one swift motion and Michelle grunted in pleasure. Ron took up a position behind the couch and Michelle leaned over to suck his cock. Molee kneeled behind Michelle and spanked her ass with one hand while sliding two lubricated fingers up her ass with her other. 

Rachel smiled and took a seat next to me on the couch across from the orgy. There was no other way to describe the scene before me. I was amazed.

Rachel was grinning watching me watch Michelle get gang banged by Tim, Ron and Molee. "Well that was fun." She said smiling.

I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation and grinned back at her. 

"So are you going to watch or play?", Rachel asked me. 

I smiled enjoying our sudden and surprising camaraderie. "Watch I think." I replied.

"Cool, let's get drinks then." She replied and hopped off naked to the bar and returned with two vodka tonics.

I took my own drink and sipped heavily enjoying the taste of alcohol. Rachel did similarly as we sat and watched Michelle really getting fucked. Ron and Tim had switched places and Michelle was on her knees leaning over the edge of the couch. 

Ron fucked her doggie style while she sucked Tim's dick. Molee lay on her back licking Michelle's nipples as she grunted in animalistic pleasure at Ron's thrusting. 

It was like watching a 3D porno movie with a girlfriend in a weird way. Every now and then Rachel would whisper some observation to me like, "Man she loves it like that." Or "Wow I can't believe he is not gagging her with his cock."

For my part, I was in the spirit of the moment and really enjoying the ‘event'. Rachel and I laughed when Tim finally exploded on Michelle's face surprising her slightly. She was a trooper however, and easily took his spurting cock back into her mouth.

Ron was fucking her doggie style while Molee rubbed her clit with her fingers and licked her nipples. She was bent over the back of the couch and Ron was thrusting hard into her. I could hear the slap of Ron's body against Michelle's ass as he fucked her. 

I could hear Michelle cumming as her grunting increased and finally she moaned in pleasure. 

Ron pulled out of her, grabbed his cock, and jacked off on her ass as Molee slid three fingers up Michelle's wet oozing pussy.

Then, as Michelle collapsed on her forearms with her ass straight up in the air, Molee traced the stripe of white semen across her left ass cheek with her finger and brought it to Michelle's mouth. Michelle sucked her finger clean and smiled.

Michelle rolled over and collapsed on the floor smiling. She looked over to Rachel and I and smiled. "Damn Rachel that was the best fuck I think I have ever had."

Rachel laughed and said, "You're welcome."

Ron and Tim were stood and went to the bar to get a drink. Clearly they were done for a few minutes. Molee, however, was still enjoying the role of the mistress said, "Michelle you are still mine and I think you need to clean me up before I let you stop being my slave." 

With that Molee straddled Michelle's face and lowered her wet dripping pussy onto Michelle's mouth. Michelle moaned and then buried her tongue into the cum filled mess of Molee's shaved pussy. Michelle spread her legs and Molee bowed down and proceeded to lick Michelle as they joined in the messiest 69 on record. 

I watched Rachel watch the two of them. Her upper lip had beads of sweat on them and I wondered if she was aroused at the sight of two well fucked women licking each other.

My own pussy was oozing also. Tim's cum still coated my thighs and pussy lips and I was starting to ooze. I whispered to Rachel, "Time for me to clean up. Think I am going for a swim to cool off."

Rachel grinned at me and said, "Good idea; let's go."

******** 

I loved the way my body felt when I swam naked. There was something freeing, erotic, and wonderful as my nude body sliced through the warm water of Ron's pool. It was like every nerve in my body (and especially my clit) was being gently massaged by slippery, wet, soft hands when I dove into the pool and swam underwater to the other end.

When I surfaced I took a deep breath and I felt totally refreshed and relaxed. Rachel surfaced next to me three seconds later. 

For a moment we both just leaned against the edge of the pool enjoying the stars above us, and the moment of utter relaxation.

"Enjoying yourself?", I asked Rachel as she leaned against the pool edge.

Rachel turned to me smiling and said, "Yeah, pretty crazy though."

"Yeah, it has been a strange night to say the least. You sure you are okay?", I asked wondering if Rachel was feeling any regrets now that the heat of the moment had passed.

Rachel just smiled and said, "Yeah I'm fine. I never thought I would do some of the things I did tonight, but I just decided to let tonight be tonight and go with it; you know?"

I considered her words for a moment and said, "Yeah I know. I just don't want you to regret it later. I got to give you credit though, for all the new experiences you had tonight, I think you seemed to definitely get into the spirit of things."

Rachel laughed and said, "Well I knew after our talk what I was getting into so I thought about what the most outrageous thing I might be involved in and resigned myself to enjoy it. But I got to tell you I was a little surprised at how easy it was to enjoy the whole experience."

I was curious now. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I thought I would be grossed out by being with another girl, but it was no where near as bad as I thought it would be. In some ways it was very cool. Guess I am a closet lesbo." Rachel said laughing.

I laughed and said, "Don't get too caught up in labels hun."

"So what about you Aunt Sara? Are you okay with all this? I know you worry that you are exposing me to something horrible sometimes."

I thought about it for a minute and said, "I'm okay Rachel. I know you are not a child; I just worry that you might not be ready for some of the things you may see or experience here."

Rachel laughed hard at that and said, "Yeah you mean like dyking out on some strange girl after two guys fuck her all while your aunt watches and gets fucked by some guy with an elephant trunk for a dick. I mean when exactly are you ready for that?"

I laughed myself knowing she had a point. 

After a few more minutes in the pool we decided to call it a night. When we returned to the basement, Michelle was fully engaged in round two. Ron was fucking her slowly from behind while Molee and Tim were engaged in 69 in front of the television. 

Rachel and I grinned at each other as we slipped subtly through the room and up the stairs. I knew we would get no sleep in the basement so I took Rachel to Ron's master bedroom and said, "We can crash up here until they are done and then you can sleep in the basement bedroom."

"Cool." Rachel replied climbing on the king sized bed.

I slipped into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and when I returned, Rachel had snuggled deeply under the covers and was fast approaching sleep.

I climbed in next to her and flicked off the lights. I lay on my side facing her and after a second or two, she slid slowly toward me and snuggled her back into my chest.

"Mmmm you're warm", she said pressing closer to me yet.

I draped my arm over her and pulled her to me and kissed the back of her head and said, "Go to sleep; its been a long night."

"Aunt Sara, can I ask you a question?", she mumbled.

"Sure Rach."

"Did you like watching me tonight? I mean did it turn you on?", she whispered.

I did not know exactly how to respond and then went with my gut which was to be honest. "Yeah it was a little weird at first, but definitely a turn on."

Rachel rolled into me until she faced me. Our breasts were pressed together and our legs intertwined. "I am so glad. I came so hard when I was on top of Molee and watching you watch me. I have never felt so naked and horny as I did then. It felt so good." 

Rachel's breathing was a little erratic and so was mine. I felt Rachel's hand tentatively stroking my hip. I bit my bottom lip nervously not daring to speak or move.

My nipples hardened at her touch and I wondered if she could tell. Her own nipples felt like hard pebbles against my skin. Then I felt the warmth of her lips on mine. She kissed me gently at first and then with an ever so gentle flick of the tongue across mine. 

I could not move. I was frozen in both desire and fear of what I knew she was silently proposing. 

Then her hand was between my legs, gently stroking me. Involuntarily my legs parted and gave her access to my pussy. 

She sighed as her finger gently pushed into me. Slow and deep she explored my well fucked pussy. I was tingling all over at the sexual tension. My hips began to rock back and forth in time with her slow penetration of me. 

She kissed me again and I could feel my body climbing toward orgasm. Then her thumb was on my clit. Oh God how good it felt. I rocked harder wanting her deeper inside of me. She obliged me by pushing two then three fingers hard into me. I came suddenly and without warning. My body convulsed clenching Rachel's fingers in a vice grip of muscular contraction. 




The Game Ch. 06 Pt. 02



Rachel whispered, "Oh Jesus" and then pushed harder into me as my body rocked with waves or orgasmic spasm. 

I came so hard I was afraid I might rip off her fingers, but I was unable to stop. I was lost in the feeling of sexual bliss. My niece was fucking me and I was cumming.

When I came down Rachel hugged me close to her. "Wow." was all she said.

I did not trust myself to speak and hugged her tightly instead.

My left leg was wedged between Rachel's legs and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. She was slowly rocking against my thigh so I pushed harder into her. Rachel groaned in pleasure. 

"Turn over", I said pushing her gently and rolling her away.

She groaned again but this time not with pleasure but disappointment. I leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer retrieving my 8 inch pink dildo.

I returned to Rachel and pressed my tits into her back. My hand rubbed her shoulder and reached around and massaged her nipples. 

"Oh God that feels good." Rachel groaned.

My hand moved slowly across her flat, twitching, muscular stomach to her bare pussy. I spread her lips gently and rubbed her clit. 

"Please fuck me." Rachel whispered

With that I used my other hand to slide the vibrator against her pussy lips and flicked the switch. Rachel jumped at first contact and groaned loudly. 

"OH MY GOD.", she moaned.

I rolled her completely over onto her stomach and straddled her lower legs. I pushed her ass forward until she was on her hands and knees with her face buried in the pillow. I slide the vibrator into her hard and Rachel came for the first time tonight from penetration. 

I fucked her hard and fast with my dildo. The 8 incher slid only ¾ of the way into her tight hot cunt, but she loved every second of it. 

She was screaming, "Fuck me Aunt Sara. Fuck me Aunt Sara. God yes Fuck me." Her words encouraged me further. I leaned forward and licked her tight little asshole further driving her orgasm. 

She came again. 

"Fuck me Aunt Sara. Fuck me like the slut I am."

I pushed the dildo into her hard finally burying the last inch as her orgasm peaked. When it was over she collapsed and my dildo slowly slid out of her. 

When she caught her breath she smiled at me and we both giggled together. I dropped the dildo off the side of the bed and we both needed a trip to the bathroom to clean up. 

When we returned we both climbed naked into bed together and met in the middle.

I hugged her close to me and sleep finally claimed us.



The Game Ch. 06



Michelle casually circled Molee who had the dog chain dangling from her neck between her large breasts. Michelle traced a finger across her ass as she came behind her and began talking, "You see Molinda is a wonderful woman, with a wonderful life, a wonderful family, and a wonderful husband... Molee, however, has no such life. She isn't really even a person. You see Molee is my slave. She has agreed to completely give over her free will to me for the rest of this evening."

Michelle paused for dramatic effect as she traced her finger up and down Molee's side and continued to slowly circle her. "You see Molee is my property. Don't think of her any more of a person of choice than you would my car or my house. She is mine for tonight. You see Molinda has been shaped by her parents, society, her husband, and others to believe in certain moral convictions about what is appropriate behavior. Molee has no such compunction. She exists only to serve me. She will do whatever I ask and she has willingly agreed to do anything I ask of her. So in a sense Molee is the more free than Molinda. By giving herself completely to my whims, she is no longer bound by the "rules" of society."

Michelle paused again and now ran her finger slowly around Molee's right nipple as she spoke. I could see Molee shivering as her nipple began to ripen before us. Michelle took the protruding nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently. Molee drew in breath sharply and trembled as Michelle held her on the delicate line between pleasure and pain.

"You see, her body is mine. Her will is to do only as I wish. And because we are all such special friends, I have decided to share her fantasy with all of you. She belongs to me, but I may allow each of you to use her just as I might loan you a sweater. But each of you must agree to certain ground rules..."

Once again she paused and we were all leaning forward in our seats in anticipation. 

"Now Rachel and Tim have already agreed to my ground rules so I am quite certain there will be no problems there, but Sara and Ron need to be on board with this plan. I am sure it won't be a problem, but for the sake of clarity: Rule #1: Molee is my property and I decide if anything you ask of her is not acceptable. Rule #2: If I say 'Yes', Molee does what is asked of her. If I say 'No' she does not. Rule #3: You may use her for fun, but you are also part of her fantasy so you must be willing to let her fulfill whatever instruction she receives. So is everyone game?"

Ron immediately said, "Hell yes."

I stared at him wide eyes and then to Rachel who was nodding herself. I was torn as all eyes turned to me. I took a deep breath and said, "I think we need to talk."

I marched inside with Michelle following me. Rachel was shocked and surprised by my response but did not follow. When we got inside I turned to Michelle, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Her smile wavered and said, "What's wrong Sara? I thought you of all people would love this." 

"I might if my niece was not sitting out there." I spat back. 

"Jesus, I already talked to her and she was game for this." Michelle responded.

"Really? Did you tell her about your rules? Did you explain to her how insane this might get?" I huffed. "Who the hell is this Molee or whatever the fuck her name is anyway?" I asked with displaced anger.

Michelle met my anger with her own. "Hold on there bitch. Don't go holier than though on me now. I have seen you fulfill your fantasies. I've seen you fucked, sucked, and put away wet. So don't turn holy roller on me. Molinda is a nice woman; she just never gets her fantasies fulfilled because she holds back. Now she doesn't have to. It's just a fantasy for God's sake. I may push her way over her limits tonight, but I'm not going to drink her blood. And where do you get off criticizing me? So what if Rachel is here. I talked to her and she is okay with this; quite frankly I am surprised that you are not."

"Well hell yes I would be for this. It's an awesome fantasy and quite frankly I am turned on by it. I'm not forgetting who I am or what I have done, but Jesus Michelle Rachel's just a..."

Michelle smiled as I caught myself. "A what Sara? Kid?" she asked. "You may want to take a look at her sometime. She may not be your age, but she is NOT a kid. She wants to be part of this. She could have said 'no' and that's why I talked to her before hand so she could if she wanted to. She says she wants to experience this. She may not like it. She may be grossed out or turned off. She may love it. Either way its her experience and her decision. Why are you so afraid of letting the girl go? We all had first times that we loved and first times that we didn't. This just may be one of hers. Either way it will be an experience she will remember forever. I think you are the one with the problem. Not her."

We stared at each other. I was emotionally rung out, but could not think of anything to say to counter Michelle. Suddenly we heard the door open and turned to see Rachel standing there with an uncertain smile on her face. "Everything OK here?" she asked.

Michelle turned to her and let her anger go. "Everything is fine dear. Sara is just deciding if Molee and I are staying or going. I am not sure she is ready for tonight."

With that Michelle left me standing alone in Ron's basement. Rachel came tentatively forward and said, "Hey Aunt Sara. Are you OK?"

I turned to her confused. I had half expected her to go off on me about treating her like a kid again. I was glad she had not overheard our conversation. I turned toward her and saw a young vibrant beautiful woman staring back at me. "When the hell did she grow up?" I wondered to myself.

She came over to me and put an arm around my shoulder, "Hey its cool. We can jet if you want to."

Now I was confused. Was she having second thoughts? I asked her, "Do you want to?"

"Not really, but I am not going to stay here if what Michelle is proposing offends you."

Understanding dawned on me. She thought I was offended by Michelle and Molee's proposal. I laughed out loud in spite of myself. My niece was protecting me. I laughed harder until tears streamed down my face. 

Rachel was obviously confused and when I finally had gained control over myself turned to her and said, "You are so sweet. I am not offended hun; I was concerned for you."

Now it was her turn to look confused. "Why?" she asked.

"Well do you have any idea what may go on here tonight?" I asked her.

"Well duh," she replied. "I am not a complete idiot. I am sure Molee will probably get laid. So what's the big deal? So I see a girl get laid? It might be cool. Besides I am curious as to what Michelle will make her do."

I stared at Rachel. She was so wise and so dense at the same time. "Yeah and what if Michelle decides that she wants Molee to suck on your tits or finger fuck you? You heard Rule #3: We must let her fulfill her instructions."

Rachel went pale. She clearly had not thought this through. She stuttered, "I just thought that meant that we could not interfere with her. I never..." Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. 

"Now do you get it," I asked. "You have agreed basically to be Michelle's slave also. Do you really want to do that? Are you really game for THAT?"

Rachel could not speak. She shivered with an emotion I could not identify. 

Her eyes met mine and she said, "So you would do it if I wasn't here?"

I paused and said truthfully, "Yes. I probably would, but that doesn't mean you have to."

"I know, but..." Her words trailed off again until, "Would Michelle make me do something I really didn't want to?"

"No. Michelle would not do that, but she has a tendency to make people want to do things they would never want to do on their own. When you wake up tomorrow, no one can undo what happens tonight." I replied honestly.

Rachel said, "Okay."

"Okay what?" I countered.

"Okay I'll stay," she said firmer this time.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied, "but what the fuck. I mean I am not going to die or anything. I mean at least I'll know."

"Know what," I asked.

"I'll know what tonight would be like. I mean if we leave it's not like I won't wonder, like every day for ever." With that she giggled and I knew her mind was made up. 

I smiled at her and said, "Buckle your seatbelt little girl. This is a wild ride." I was still nervous, but I knew I had to let go. 

****** 

When we returned to the patio, Molee still stood silently in place. All eyes turned to Rachel and I. We walked together out across the concrete terrace. Michelle watched us as we walked toward them. We reached Molee and I looked her over again. She was gorgeous and slutty in a way that I envied. 

Rachel seemed entranced by her ability to stand so calmly in front of us dressed so provocatively. 

"Well?" Michelle asked us.

Rachel said nothing so I said, "Well I think the first thing I would like your slave to do is make me a fresh drink."

Michelle grinned at me and everything was right between us. She came to me and we hugged and I whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No worries love." She said in my ear.

When we parted she turned to Molee. "Well you heard her slut. Go get us all drinks." And then she spanked Molee lightly on the ass.

Molee abruptly snapped to attention and said a curt, "Yes Ma'm" and walked inside. Rachel watched her go mesmerized by the evening's events.

"She's pretty isn't she?" Michelle asked Rachel who immediately blushed. 

"Yeah." Was all she said. 

Molee returned two minutes later and handed me my drink. "Is there anything else?" she asked obediently.

Michelle turned to all of us as if asking who would be the first to make a request of her new property. For a moment we all just fidgeted nervously which made Michelle laugh. None of us were used to having a bona fide slave at our disposal, and we were not sure what to do next. 

Molee for her part shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. 

To my surprise it was Ron who spoke next. "I think it would be fun to watch your slave dance for us."

Molee bit her lower lip nervously at his words. 

"I think that is a great idea Ron," Michelle said. 

Ron pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a few buttons. Within seconds the outside speakers came alive with the throbbing bass of dance music. With a few more button touches he brought the outside lights up and the effect was incredible. With a sudden change in lighting from soft to brighter and the addition of music he had effectively turned the pool area into a dance floor. 

The addition of the remote lights and sound system was new from the last time I had been on the pool patio, and I wondered what his intent in installing them had been. I made a mental note to ask him. 

Rachel began clapping in time to the music as everyone moved to take a seat in front of Molee. The woman was obviously nervous, but she began to sway her hips in time to the music. Ron sipped his drink and grinned with Tim. Michelle clapped with Rachel and I. 

As the music got going, Molee relaxed some and began dancing more in the spirit of the evening. She swayed her hips seductively and raised her arms above her head in time with the music pushing her more than ample breasts even tighter against her blouse. Her nipples showed through her shirt even more in the bright lights.

Her arousal was noticed by all and now Tim and Ron were high-fiving like the over-aged adolescents all men became when a sexy woman is around. Tim came forward and did a ridiculous little dance up to her and handed her a one dollar bill which she accepted by tucking it in the waist of her tight mini-skirt. 

She then whirled around and the centrifugal force pushed her skirt out to reveal her black satin thong underwear which was so sexy when contrasted with the creamy white moon of her ass.

The boys hooted an hollered which only inspired Molee further. 

"Take it off," Tim yelled. 

Molee stumbled slightly not knowing if this was a serious request. Michelle gave her no doubt when she said, "Yes take it off for us."

Rachel was now mesmerized as Molee slowly stripped out of her shirt, pulling it above her head allowing her large full breasts to fall free. She continued to dance albeit somewhat more nervously. She then unzipped the skirt down the side slowly; teasing the boys who had their tongues almost to the floor. 

I noticed both Ron and Tim looked like they had a tent pole in their pants. Rachel fidgeted nervously as if she were imagining what she would feel like up there dancing. I remember the night in the bar and smiled inwardly. 

When her skirt hit the concrete and she stood before us in nothing but her thong, she was perhaps the most sensuous looking person I had ever seen. I knew the courage she must have in order to strip naked in front of strangers. But this was just he beginning for her if she would go through with Michelle's evening and we all knew it. 

"Lap Dance", Ron called holding a ten dollar bill over his head. 

Molee was now much more in the spirit of the night having overcome her initial embarrassment or uncertainty of being topless in front of us. She danced over to Ron and shook her thong covered ass inches from his face. Then she backed up until she briefly made contact with his chin as if giving him a kiss with her butt. Rachel, Michelle and I laughed.

Then she turned to face him and straddled his crotch. She ground her pussy into his hard on. She was both gentle and rough, and there was no doubt that Ron loved it. He dry humped her pussy a couple of times before she pressed her ample tits into his face and hugged him closely cutting off all oxygen to him. She then stood up and took his ten dollar bill and continued dancing.

Ron was smiling ear to ear and the tent in his pants was impressive. Rachel giggled seeing his thick cock outlined in his shorts. Molee continued to dance in her undies shaking her tits to the hooting men.

"Full Monty", Tim yelled waving another ten dollar bill in front of her. 

Molee blushed again, but seemed less uncertain this time. She slowly turned away from us and bent over slightly and slowly peeled her thong underwear down over her curvaceous hips exposing her ass to all of us. She continued slowly sliding them down her legs and gracefully stepped out of them leaving the small back fabric on the concrete at her feet. 

She was now completely nude and seductively turned to us, but used her right hand to cover her pussy. She danced naked, but not naked. She was completely nude except for that one area covered with only her hand. The effect was a mind bending tease for the men (and women). She artfully managed to dance like this allowing only small glimpses of dark brown pubic hair as she swayed her hips. When her back was to us giving us a spectacular view of her perfect ass, she would slide her hand away and caress her hips, only to slide it back in place just before her beautiful pussy could be seen as she turned back to us. 

This woman was hot and sexy as hell. I found myself biting my bottom lip in anticipation remembering my own striptease in St. Louis. But I could not hold a candle to this woman. She was amazing. I knew I would look like an uncertain teenager if I danced next to her.

The boys were silently watching now totally enthralled by the sensuality of this woman. Michelle's breathing was harder now as she watched, and Rachel was by far the most intrigued. Her eyes were affixed to Molee and her mouth hung slightly open as if she were entranced. I don't think a nuclear detonation would have distracted her attention. 

Molee danced closer to us now still holding her hand over her sex as she swayed her sensual hips. She came to Michelle, her puppet master, as if looking for approval. She slowly turned in front of us. Michelle sat between Rachel and I, the guys were two seats to my left, and in this moment were no longer the focus of Molee's intense attention. 

She turned slowly for Michelle now less than a foot away. Michelle put her hand gently on her ass cheek and then suddenly gave her a quick spank. Molee inhaled deeply with the resounding "smack" that brought a light outline of Michelle's hand on her right ass cheek.

"Good Slave," Michelle said playing her role well.

Molee continued to turn and Michelle took her right hand in her own finally exposing her slave to us completely. Her pussy was trimmed neatly and the anticipation of finally seeing her in all her glory made the experience even more sensual. 

Michelle then took Molee's left hand and stood up facing her holding both her hands. Michelle began to dance seductively with her naked slave and their eyes locked on each other. The effect was to make the rest of us feel as if we were watching a sport. To the two of them we did not even exist. 

They danced slowly and Michelle drew her closer. Never touching but they were so close. So close. They danced together slowly now; hips moving in time. Michelle stood off center so that her right leg was between Molee's legs and Molee's right leg was between hers. They moved closer until their upper thighs grazed each other's pelvis. Molee shivered at the sensation of Michelle's leg touching her most intimate flesh.

And then Michelle stepped back. The moment ended abruptly leaving every one of us wanting more. None more so than Molee who groaned with desire as she stepped backwards and sat down between Rachel and I once again. Michelle was a master of eroticism.

Molee stood naked before us now, shivering with desire. Her nipples erect on milky white breasts that were not accustomed to seeing sunlight. Michelle sipped her drink and said, "Continue dancing slave. No one told you to stop. Dance for Sara."

Molee then moved in front of me. I smiled at her taking every inch of her perfect body in. Her hips swayed for me and she then climbed on top of me much like she had done to Ron. Lacking a cock to grind against, she urgently ground herself on my pelvis. Her breasts were in my face and unconsciously I licked her nipples. I was lost in my own desire and powerful sexual feelings. 

The "dance" between us lasted a minute or two and then she stood up. She was flushed and so was I. Tim and Ron applauded and whistled for us. Molee laughed nervously, as the reality of what she was doing came back to her. And then she moved to Tim. 

Tim was by far the most aggressive with her as she straddled his crotch to give him a turn at a lap dance. He ground his cock into her with urgent thrusts as he "dry fucked" her through his shorts. His cock was straining at the materials and Rachel was enthralled by it once again.

And then she climbed off of him as one song melded into another through Ron's stereo system. Next she moved to Rachel who was nervously chewing her bottom lip. Molee sensed her hesitation, and I knew Rachel had never been this close to a naked woman.

Molee danced for her without touching her at first enjoying Rachel's discomfort. It was as if Rachel's uncertainty only emboldened Molee. She was smiling now really playing up her role of the party stripper. 

She put her right leg on the arm rest of Rachel's chair giving Rachel a up close and personal view of her pussy that none of the rest of us had enjoyed. Rachel's eyes locked on her sex in wanton curiosity. 

Then Molee straddled her. She took Rachel's hands and placed them around her until they rested on her ass cheeks. I could see Rachel gently squeezing the soft flesh of her ass as Molee slowly rocked her pussy on Rachel's pelvis. Their breasts were pushed tightly together until Molee leaned back pushing her pussy harder into Rachel. She arched her back pushing her large breasts out further and would have fallen if not for Rachel's hands on her ass. Then she reached forward with her own hands and placed them on Rachel's shoulders. She bounced gently up and down on Rachel's lap as if fucking an imaginary cock, and then let her hands slowly wander down across Rachel's breasts. Rachel could not stop her. If she let go of her ass, Molee would fall. 




The Game Ch. 06



Rachel's eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip as Molee's finger tips gently stroked Rachel's nipples through her t-shirt and bra. 

The song ended and Molee leaned forward and kissed Rachel on the cheek and whispered, "Mmmmmmmm" in her ear. Rachel blushed fiercely as Molee climbed off of her and stood in font of Michelle silently asking if she should continue or stop.

Michelle motioned to Ron who killed the music and lights, and we were once again surrounded by the serenity of a beautiful night by the pool. We were all breathing a little harder now, however, and Michelle called for an intermission by sending Molee in the house for yet another round of drinks. 

When Molee's bare ass disappeared into the basement, Rachel was the only one to speak in a sigh that said, "Fucking crazy."

Everyone laughed and the sexual tension was broken enough to allow us to speak once again. Ron and Tim high-fived one more time and Ron turned to Michelle and said, "That was the best!"

We all laughed and Michelle said, "I think it was a good mood setting dance."

Rachel blurted out, "Shit if that was mood setting for you, I can't imagine how you must fuck."

Rachel blushed not meaning her words to sound so harsh, but we all laughed at the truth of it. 

Molee returned carrying a tray of drinks. We all took one and sipped heavily. Tim turned to Michelle, "May I borrow your slave for a few minutes?"

Michelle shrugged and nodded. Molee moved to Tim who had her sit on his lap. Tim was grinning like a wolf with his arm around this naked beauty. He gently pushed her knees apart which Molee reluctantly allowed.

He sipped his drink with his right hand while his left went to Molee's spread legs and began massaging her clit in slow gentle circles while we all watched. Molee shivered in desire and opened her legs further allowing Tim more access to her sex.

She was wet with desire and the womanly scent of her drifted through our group. Tim continued his ministrations as Molee's eyes closed and her body reacted to his touch. 

"Don't cum," he whispered to her. 

She shook with desire and bit her bottom lip. Tim for his part engaged Ron in conversation about Sunday's football game as if nothing more interesting was happening than a game of cards. 

Meanwhile Rachel, Michelle, and I watched his fingers begin to slide inside Molee; spreading her lower lips that glistened with her excitement. She was shuddering; desperate to cum but fighting the urge. Her body was flushed; her nipples erect; as erratic breaths escaped her mouth in excitement. 

Slowly Tim wound down his manipulation of her pussy leaving Molee desperate for more and unsatisfied. He slowly brought his fingers out of her and drug a wet line of secretion across her abdomen and breasts until he found her lips. He gently wiped the remaining essence of her on her lips making her taste herself as if in an act of debasement. Molee eagerly licked his fingers with eyes clenched closed as she tried to reassert control over her body.

Tim watched her intently and when she finished he plucked a single brown curly pubic hair from between his fingers. He admired it before flicking to the ground. 

"Your slave needs a shave." He said to Michelle. "I prefer the bare look."

Molee shivered at the sound of his words. Michelle shrugged and said, "Is that a request?"

Tim shrugged as if considering nothing more than whether to add fries to his order and said, "Sure, why not."

Michelle disappeared into the house and returned with a towel, shaving cream, a razor, and a water bottle filled with warm water. "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked Tim. 

"Nah, I don't like to shave myself let alone someone else. You can do it or have her do it herself." He replied.

Michelle set the shaving kit she had thrown together on the edge of one of the reclining chairs and turned to us all, "You guys fight it out, I have to pee." And with that she was gone. 

Molee stood uncertain without Michelle there and took a seat reclining in the "shaving chair" and waited further instructions. She nervously watched the boys.

Tim said, "Well who wants to do it, or do we just want to watch?"

I smiled thinking about the logistics of shaving there; something the boys would never understand and said, "I think she will need some help to achieve the effect you're looking for, or at a minimum a mirror."

Rachel giggled and said, "Yeah guys its not that easy."

"And how would you know young lady?" Ron asked causing a fire to appear across Rachel's cheeks. 

We all laughed and I decided while Michelle was out of the picture I would needle Rachel a little bit. I tossed her the shaving cream can and said, "Help her then."

Rachel blushed further and stammered, "Well... er... I mean... Jeez"

But I watched as Rachel stepped forward to the chair. Molee spread her legs obscenely giving Rachel a view of pussy that was as intimate as one could get without a license to practice medicine. Rachel smiled and sat down between her feet.

She took the shaving cream can and held it a few inches away from her neatly trimmed mound and depressed the button. Blue shaving gel coated her pubic hair and from Molee's reaction it was a bit cold. Rachel looked uncertain knowing she would have to rub it in to get lather. 

"Go on. Do it." Tim said in a husky lust filled voice as he peered over her shoulder.

Rachel tentatively used her finger tips to begin to rub the gel into a lather on the top of her pubic mound. She used little circles and Molee moaned enjoying the sensation. Rachel was mesmerized and began to rub in wider circles allowing her finger tips to gently roll across the soft flesh of Molee's pussy. 

When a sufficient lather was raised, Rachel wiped her hands on the towel and picked up the razor and slowly shaved her in gently but deliberate strokes careful not to cut her. "Hold still Molee", she said as tremors rolled up Molee's thighs at her touch. 

Rachel finished shaving her in less than 4 minutes that was the highlight of the men's night so far. When she finished she picked up the water bottle and grinning devilishly sprayed Molee's pussy with a generous squirt of water. Molee giggled at the sensation of the running water on her clit. Then Rachel completed her task by patting dry her now bald pussy with the towel. When she finished she admired her work and said, "Wow that is beautiful". 

I glanced at her bare sex. Her lips were engorged and her clit was swollen with excitement and extended well beyond her outer lips. I had never seen a woman with such a large clitoris and I wondered if it enhanced sex for her. 

Then Rachel surprised me by rubbing her thumb gently across it causing shivers to run through Molee from her toes to her nose. It was not an orgasm, but as close as you could get without cumming. Rachel smiled and said, "Wow that is so soft. Now I understand why guys love it shaved so much."

Ron, Tim, and I stared at her wide eyed. I had to admit I was horny as hell again and seeing Rachel gently masturbate a woman for the first time, even if it was only for a second, was so damn erotic I almost came myself.

"I see you two have gotten acquainted." Michelle said to Rachel as she stood behind us watching the three of us watch Rachel and she had Ron's video camera commemorating the evening. 

We all turned and I wondered how long she had been standing there. Long enough, judging by the grin on her face.

Rachel blushed but not as fiercely as before. "Hi Michelle, I was just admiring your property. I always wondered why guys were so into shaved. Now I know. I hope you are not going to post that movie on your web site." 

Michelle smiled and said, "Nah, no website, but maybe I'll give you a copy. And I agree shaved is awesome", and opened her cover up to flash Rachel her own pussy completely devoid of hair. 

Rachel giggled, "Am I the only one here with pubes?" 

Everyone laughed including myself and I said, "Fraid so."

Rachel looked at me and said, "Really?" 

I pulled the waistband of my shorts out and gave my niece a quick flash of my own newly bald pussy. 

Ron smiled lecherously at me, and I noticed Tim was also.

Rachel was clearly surprised to fine three out of four women shaved their pussies on the same day. Michelle was grinning at her and said, "Want to join the club?" and tossed Rachel the shaving cream can. 

Rachel blushed but said, "Sure I guess it might be fun", and made toward the bathroom ready to go with the flow of the night.

Michelle caught her by the arm and said, "As you said, it's not that easy alone; and besides, we have a perfectly willing slave to assist you."

Rachel trembled at Michelle's words knowing she had agreed to let her slave fulfill her commands. Her eyes were wide and part of me wanted to rescue her, but I restrained myself. This was going to be up to her. She looked at me with uncertain eyes and I just shrugged. Michelle was already leading her to the lounge chair. 

Molee was already there, eager to return Rachel's favor. She came up behind Rachel and deftly tugged her shorts to the ground. Rachel made a move to grab them but Michelle stood her upright and said, "Relax girl. You will like it."

Rachel was clearly torn. Embarrassed on one hand and excited on the other. Nervously she leaned back in the chair that ironically she had masturbated in only hours before. 

"Be gentle," Michelle said to Molee handing her the shaving cream. 

"Yes Mistress." She replied with thick lust filled words.

Molee and Rachel had now effectively switched roles and Molee gently pushed Rachel's knees apart. Molee was smiling as Rachel turned crimson. Rachel's pussy was also showing signs of excitement with her engorged lips and swollen clit.

Rachel closed her eyes as Molee gently massaged the shaving gel into her curly auburn mound. A gentle moan escaped her lips as Molee teased her clit. We watched her masturbate Rachel with swirling circles of her fingers. Rachel trembled and I could see her lean stomach muscles beginning to quiver. 

Molee then spread her further and slid a finger into Rachel. Rachel cried out in pleasure that slowly reduced to whimpers as Molee deftly fingered her tight young pussy. 

She took Rachel to the edge of orgasm and then stopped, teasingly. Then she began to shave her, removing hair that had been present since puberty. Rachel sighed contentedly no longer self conscious, but lost in the pleasure of the feeling. 

When Molee finished Rachel opened her eyes and grinned. "Wow, that was cool." Was all she said and began to get up.

Molee pushed her back gently as if to say, "We are not done yet."

Rachel reclined willingly and Molee took the warm water bottle and inserted the nozzle gently into Rachel. Rachel's eyes flew open in surprise as Molee squeezed a huge gush of water into her pussy. She pulled it out and sprayed her pussy much like Rachel had done to her. Rachel giggled in surprise and sensation as Molee patted her dry with another towel.

"No shaving cream inside, it burns." She said devilishly.

Rachel rubbed herself smiling and everyone applauded. She stood up on quivering legs and admired her newly bare self. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "Now I really feel naked."

Michelle was grinning at all of us and said, "I thought we should make a slave movie tonight.". Molee was clearly shaken by this. The color drained out of her face and I could almost see her reluctance to have her fantasy recorded in living color. She, however, only nodded as if also determined to see this evening through.

Michelle walked over to her and took her by the hand. "Come on slave. Let's see what tricks you can do for me." She led the still nude Molee to the table and had her stand at her side while she sat down. The rest of us followed and took seats around the table. We were all interested in what would happen next.

Michelle smiled at Rachel, who had squirmed back into her shorts, "I think you should get the first trick since you were such a good sport about being shaved in front of us. What would you have her do?"

Rachel stuttered and said, "Er... I am not sure, I mean what do you think?"

Michelle said, "It doesn't work like that. You can have her do anything. She will obey, but it's your decision."

Rachel was clearly excited and also nervous knowing that her commands would also reveal something about herself. "I want to see her suck cock." Rachel whispered. 

"Whose cock?" Michelle said loudly.

Rachel blushing said, "His." And pointed to Tim who was already hard from the visuals of the escapades he had witnessed.

Michelle pushed Molee gently toward Tim and said, "Show her how you suck cock slave."

Molee dropped slowly to her knees in front of Tim and unbuckled his belt and lowered his shorts. His thick hard cock sprang to attention in her face. She took it in her hands and licked the tip tentatively. She stroked him masterfully as her mouth went to work on the head. As her spit began to lubricate his cock she was able to take more and more of the massive member into her mouth.

Rachel stared breathlessly watching such a large cock disappear down Molee's throat as she sucked him. Michelle sat close offering instruction. "Suck that cock slut." She whispered to Molee. "Take him all down your throat. Be the little whore you know you want to be."

Molee seemed inspired and aroused by her words and continued bobbing up and down the shaft of Tim's thick pole. 

"Now suck on his balls." Michelle commanded, and immediately Molee let out a moan and lowered her mouth to his hanging sack. She licked and sucked on his ball sack never stopping jacking him off with both of her hands. Michelle recorded every pornographic move she made. 

Rachel was breathing hard now. Hell we all were. Ron was hard as a rock and I myself was tingling with the thoughts of riding that huge dick myself. I could only imagine the pornography playing in Michelle's head.

Tim erupted after another minute of stimulation. White cum spewed from the tip of his cock, painting the side of Molee's face with white streaks of sticky cum. 

Rachel was biting her bottom lip and I wondered if she was fighting the urge to rub her clit. I could see the outline of her nipples even through her bra and shirt. She was nervous and horny as hell. I envied her this first time and resolved to let her explore her sexuality without judgment.

Molee continued to lick the tip of Tim's quivering cock as it began to soften. She was a mess, but seemingly enjoyed the feel of semen on her body. 

She made no effort to clean herself as she returned to Michelle's side. "Good Slave," Michelle said giggling. 

Tim groaned in agreement and we all laughed. "Was it good for you Rachel?" Tim asked.

Rachel blushed and said, "That was incredible." 

Molee was grinning with pride at the compliment of her oral skills. 

"Well who would like to go next?" Michelle asked us. Molee shivered at the thought of being used again so soon. "How about you Ron? It is your house." Michelle asked.

Ron grinned and said, "I thought you had forgotten me." 

Michelle smiled and said, "I could never forget you and that amazing cock of yours."

Rachel's mouth fell open and her eyes flew to me for a reaction. I was grinning and she seemed to relax a little. 

Ron laughed and said, "Well I am glad you find at least part of me unforgettable, and to be honest, that part could use some attention."

Michelle said, "Mmmmm baby, I love watching you in action. She has a tight ass. Want to fuck it while I film it?"

Rachel was watching the exchange with intensity. I wondered what she felt right now. The moment was coming where she was going to watch Molee get hers, and to make it even more bizarre it appeared that my boyfriend was going to be the one to fuck this woman's ass in front of all of us.

Molee was the only one that was as interested as Rachel. She waited silently while Michelle and Ron casually discussed how he intended to 'use' her. I could almost see her nipples tingling and she nearly dripped from her shaved pussy with excitement.

Ron smiled and said, "I love tight female asses. Molee come over here and let me see your ass."

Ron's dick was super hard now and I was wet in anticipation. I loved watching him do anal on another woman. I love watching the reaction on her face as his cock slides up her tightest of holes, knowing what she is feeling, and watching her enjoy the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.

"No way." Rachel exclaimed. 

Everyone turned to her. I don't think she was prepared for something so intense as anal sex. 

"What's the matter Rach? Never had it up the butt?" Michelle said giggling like a school girl. 

Rachel gained some control over her reaction and said, "No, but let me guess everyone here has."

We all laughed at the truth of it. 

Molee stood in front of Ron facing all of us with her ass to him for inspection. She was blushing as he kneeded her ass cheeks gently. "Spread it wide for me baby." Ron said lecherously.

Molee brought her hands back to her own ass cheeks and after a moments hesitation spread herself for Ron. 

"mmmmm nice ass." He said.

Rachel was leaning side ways to see the action. Michelle took her by the hanbd and led her behind Ron. "Watch from here. You can see everything."

Rachel only stared now at Molee's spread wide ass. Her pussy was also visible from behind and it shined with the wetness of her excitement. Ron licked his index finger and traced the center of her ass crack pausing gently right over her puckered hole.  

Rachel was breathing heavily as she stared on. 

Slowly Ron inserted his finger into Molee's tight ass. She shivered with a mixture of pleasure and violation as she felt the finger slide past her sphincter and into her asshole. "Oh God." She moaned.

Michelle handed Ron a bottle of lubricating gel. "Use her, but don't make her useless." 

Ron grinned and applied a copious amount of KY on his finger and slowly worked it into Molee's asshole. Molee was now panting as Ron worked her asshole with his finger, gently finger fucking her tight ass. I knew her pussy must be screaming for attention, but Ron did not touch her there. He was enjoying the power of his role.

Rachel had goose bumps and her face flushed so badly I thought she might pass out. I stood next to her and whispered in her ear, "Breathe."

She took a deep breath but did not look at me. 

Ron unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down with one hand while continuing to finger Molee's ass with the other. Molee was bending over now opening herself to him until she was resting on the table with her ass pointing out toward everyone who had now taken up a position behind Ron.

Tim was hard again and had not bothered with putting shorts back on. This party was going to go over the edge in a frenzy of sexual desire. Michelle was stroking Tim now and Ron began stroking his cock. Rachel's eyes left Molee's ass to watch Ron jack himself. 

This was the first time she had seen a man jack off. I could see the first time excitement in her eyes. I was aroused myself. God he was sexy. 

I heard my own voice say, "Fuck her ass baby." And I was surprised that I voiced my own desires without thought.

This got Ron moving out of his chair. He stood behind the slut on the table who held her own ass open for him. He moved the tip of his cock that dripped with lubrication to her tiny butt and slowly slid the tip into her. 

"OH GOD", I heard Molee moan as the first inch of Ron's member pushed into her ass. 

Michelle slapped her ass cheek leaving an red imprint all the while videotaping. "Take it slut." She yelled at her slave. "Take it up the ass like the whore you are."

Molee groaned with pleasure.

Rachel stood over them watching Ron invade her ass another inch. She was amazed that her ass could accommodate him and flushed with excitement. 




The Game Ch. 07



Part 7 – Turning

Michelle lay there trembling, considering his words. She could end the game...end the pain...and...end the brutal pleasure that only he was capable of giving. She could end the game...and end the humiliation...and...end the terrible thrill of his appetites. Or she could see it through to the end...and endure the punishment...and feel secure and loved in his power. "I want more," she whispered quietly.

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Michelle stared into the mirror, looking not at herself, but at her husband's reflection. She ignored the petite woman behind her, lacing her tightly into the black leatherette corset. She only watched Marks eyes, staring into hers. "Your lady is ready," Constance said, stepping aside. Before Michelle could turn to face him, her husband was behind her, moving his arms under hers, reaching up to cup her exposed breasts.

"You are sooo beautiful," he said kissing her neck and shoulders. Michelle felt his tongue, tasting her honey-vanilla sweetened skin.

"I thought you didn't like lingerie?" Michelle asked.

"You like it, don't you," Mark said, gently massaging her nipples. "It makes you feel beautiful, doesn't it?"

"Yeah...I guess so," Michelle admitted reluctantly. She did like the way she looked. The finely made under bust garment pushed up and lifted her breasts provocatively. It closed on the front and sides with silver buckles on leatherette straps, and laced in the back with a heavy black cotton cord. The front ended in a short skirt that covered her mound and the front of her thighs. The back started below her shoulder blades and ended at the small of her back, leaving her buttocks exposed to Mark's gently caressing hand. The steel boned corset cinched her waist, giving her the hourglass figure she hadn't seen in 10 years. Watching herself in the mirror, her husband lovingly feeling her exposed skin, Michelle did feel very, very beautiful.

"What do you think, Constance?" Mark asked the woman watching silently in the background. "How does she look?"

"Your lady looks very lovely." Constance said. Michelle looked at Constance in the mirror, suddenly appalled by the look in the woman's eyes. She closed her eyes, and leaned her head back to enjoy her husband's touch.

"Constance," Mark said, still kissing and caressing his wife. "What is the scope of services you offer here?" Michelle tensed, suddenly uncomfortable. Mark squeezed her nipple, reminding her that he was in charged. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and calmed herself.

"I don't offer services," Constance answered. "I serve Nelson as he requires, and he requires that I serve you and your lady as you require." Michelle opened her eyes to find the woman's eyes staring directly into her own. She tensed again.

"Very good," Mark said. "Your punishment is at hand, Milady," Mark whispered into his wife's ear. "Go and stand behind the ottoman with your back to the door." He stepped back, caressing her buttocks one last time as she walked away.

Michelle walked to the ottoman, not quickly, but without hesitation. She knew this punishment would be more than she'd ever experienced, but she would not risk increasing it by disobeying again. The furniture had been arranged so that the ottoman stood against the back of the overstuffed chair. "Constance," Mark said, "Use what you find on the counter and secure her to the chair and ottoman. She should be kneeling and leaning over the back of the chair. Leave her hands free. Make sure she is comfortable."

Kneeling on the throw pillow, Michelle fought nausea at Constance's lingering touches as the woman tethered her thighs to the base of the ottoman. Her arms were tethered at the elbow to the D rings sewn into the front of the chair, leaving her hands and forearms free. Michelle watched in the mirror as Mark walked around her testing the ropes and cuffs. He nodded at Constance, and Michelle watched her walk to the shower and begin gathering her equipment. Her eyes went wide when Mark chose from the equipment case a wood handled wide leather strap that she'd never seen before. 

He was meticulous in his wielding of the strap, making sure that the full width of the leather made contact with her still tender buttocks; each blow overlapping covering every inch of her buttocks and thighs. Unlike the slow build of the flogger, these blows hurt immediately, first stinging, then burning, then aching and throbbing. Though she willed herself to remain still, her body bought against the pain, arms and legs straining against the tethers. Tensing then relaxing, Michelle found there was no easing the pain of the assault. Resting he head on the padded chair, she felt herself submitting to the rhythm, moving to that place where she floated on the pain, and the sound of the strap against her skin a distant echo.

Her mental retreat ended when there was a pause then a change in rhythm. Slower, harder, hitting the same spot until she was forced to cry out. Her eyes tightly shut, Michelle ignored the tears wetting her cheeks and her husband's voice calling to her, concentrating only on breathing and enduring the pain. She ignored his voice as he moved around her, fighting the inexplicable fear that something had gone wrong. She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her while the blows continued to fall on her thighs and buttocks. Confusion and shock turned to horror then anger as she watched the surreal mirrored image of Constance standing behind her wielding the strap, her white spandex sheer with sweat.

Michelle screamed. Arms and legs struggling wildly against her bonds, she ignored the increasing pain of the shock collar, and her husband's angry voice; until exhausted, gasping, and sobbing, she lay subdued and humiliated by the woman's unrelenting assault. "Michelle," Mark's voice reached her between the slaps of the strap and her feeble shudders and whimpers. He grabbed her wrists and held them up to her tear-stained face. "Break the bands and end the game," he whispered.

"N...n...no," she gasped. In spite of pain and exhaustion, her eyes held only defiance as she watched Mark take a seat on the loveseat facing her, a hungry yet proud smile on his face. She didn't look in the mirror at the woman spanking her or the small black remote control her husband held in his hand. Michelle and Marks eyes met, locked in a ferocious battle of wills until Michelle felt herself melting into the pain...and she endured.

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Michelle opened her eyes slowly. Stretching, the pain in her buttocks and thighs made her moan out loud. She was lying on her side on the bed looking into her husbands smiling face. "I am so proud of you," he said. She could tell he was sincere, and in spite of the pain, she was happy to have pleased him. "Constance is gone. I know how hard that was for you." The pain still searing her body and fresh in her mind, she bit back a snide remark. Mark smiled at her obvious effort. "Lunch is ready," he said. "Stay where you are, I'll bring it to you."

"You seem to be having a lot of fun," Michelle said, enjoying the cold fruit platter in front of her. Lying on her side, sliding the dripping fruit pieces provocatively into her mouth, she smiled at her husband. The pain in her thighs and buttocks made her hungry to feel his hands on her skin. She traced fruit juice circles around her nipples, licking her fingers slowly. "What made you pick this outfit? It's not easy for me to put on, or you to take off." She slid her hand over her breast, along her waist, over her hips, and down her bruised thigh. She moved her hand under the short skirt, arousing herself even as she hoped to entice her husband.

"You done with lunch?" Mark asked lightly.

"Mmm hmm..." Michelle moaned. Touching herself for his private entertainment always excited her.

Mark knelt in front of her, moving the plate to the floor. He slid a hand under her skirt, grabbing wrist. "Oh no you don't," he said kissing her. "You get to come only when I say so, got it?" He let go of her wrist, and continued move his fingers through the growing moisture between her legs. She moved her legs slightly, allowing his fingers to easily enter her. "Now," he said, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to make love to me."

"Wrong answer." Mark kissed her again, moving his fingers in and out. "Sit up." Keeping her legs apart, Michelle sat up in the bed. Her hands at her sides, she moved her hips in time with his thrusting fingers. "Now...tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me."

"Wrong answer," Mark said smiling. "Stand up." His fingers still insider, his arm around her waist, Michelle allowed herself to be led to the ottoman. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to make me come," Michelle practically whined in frustration. Marks smirking face told her she was wrong again. 

"Up..on your knees." She moved onto the ottoman, feeling mounting pressure and frustration, not looking forward to more of the game. "Were gonna play HangMan. I'm gonna ask a question, and you only get to come, when you get the answers right. Get them wrong..." Mark smiled, wiggling his fingers still deep inside her, "...well...try to get them right. Now," he leaned down, kissing her neck, running his tongue down her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, "Tell me what I'm doing now."

"You're tasting my breasts," Michelle whispered hoarsely. His teeth around her nipple brought goose bumps to her skin.

"Wrong again," Mark said stepping away from her. He walked to the counter and returned with several pairs of cuffs. The black leather suspension cuffs fit comfortably around her wrists. Her hands had free access to break the tyvek bands if necessary. With her hands attached to the ceiling hook, she was still able to kneel comfortably on the ottoman. Mark knelt beside her, again moving his hand between her legs, sliding his fingers in and out of her. "Where are my fingers right now?"

"Inside my vagina," Michelle purred, moving in time to his hand. A low moan escaped her throat. 

"Nope," Mark said. He moved his hand to trace a wet path between her buttocks. "Where are my fingers now?" he asked, slowly pushing his fingers into her.

"Going into my rectum," she gasped, bearing down to allow him to enter. She pushed back onto his probing fingers, hating the pleasure she received.

"I'm sorry, Milady," Mark said quietly. "That was 2 wrong in a row." Michelle sighed as his fingers left her body. Minutes later, her thighs were cuffed and tethered to the rings on the sides of the ottoman. Glancing in the mirrored walls, Michelle saw herself, kneeling, legs spread, hands bound above her head, captive, helpless, and beautiful. She smiled when she saw Mark chose what appeared to be a new toy. Her smile faded when he also chose the riding crop. "It seems, Milady, that you lost the HangMan game," he said walking slowly around her. "I guess it's time for a vocabulary lesson." He tapped the crop lightly on her still aching bottom, running the tip between her cheeks. "What's this?"

"My butt," Michelle sighed. She didn't try to hide her disappointment. "Ow!!" She jumped when the crop struck her, feeling the welt rising.

"Lesson, one. This is your ass." He tapped the crop several times for emphasis. "Now...what is this?"

"My ass," Michelle whispered. She now understood what this part of the game would be. The words that made sex dirty and vulgar. She'd say them for his amusement...and he'd enjoy watching her struggle. So far, there'd been punishment, bondage, and pain. Each had been close to unbearable, but the bands were still intact, and she had endured. She'd proudly suffered his pleasure, and now she'd suffer this humiliation. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, repeating the words as he spoke them, submitting her mind even as she had submitted body and her heart.

...to be continued



The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 01



Foreword:

Good Day loyal reader! I wanted to take a minute to thank you all for the feedback you have given me and especially for you select few who have offered words of encouragement or have seen some of the first drafts of these stories. It is sometimes difficult to get into my characters world, but when I do I find the time I spend there rewarding. I never would have believed the length that this story has become when I started the first chapter, but here we are. I have also found that I enjoy writing more than I ever thought possible, and without your kind (and sometimes harsh) words, I never would have kept writing. So thank you for that. 

And now it seems this story has gone in a new direction yet again. I hope you will find it interesting reading. It was interesting writing. It seems I that the depth of these characters has surprised me, and I can only hope that I have adequately represented them with my words. In that vein, I found this chapter more complex than any previous Chapters. I hope you enjoy it, AND of course, please comment when you are finished. I truly enjoy reading the comments and emails I get. And without further babbling from me……….

Chapter 7: The Game: Part One – The Day After

I found myself in my white terry cloth robe sipping coffee on my couch after a hot shower. The contrasts of my life sometimes startle me, leaving me with a sense of reality dislocation. That was exactly how I felt now: dislocated from reality. My mind was still reeling from the night at Ron's.

I heard the shower start again as Rachel took her turn in the bathroom. Less than twelve hours ago we had both participated in an amazing sexual experience that climaxed with me using my vibrator on Rachel until she came so hard I thought she would pass out. 

Now in the light of a new day, that moment seemed years ago and just second ago at the same time. Rachel and I did not say three words to each other on the train ride back to the city, and I found myself increasingly anxious about how she might be feeling. She seemed fine, but she had been through a lot of changes in the past month, and having group sex with her aunt probably was on her list of things she didn't expect. 

I was hopeful that our relationship had not been damaged. I was not naïve enough to believe we could go back to "normal", but I hoped that our relationship would not be hurt by the night's events. 

There was also something more to my feelings that I could not deny. 

I loved fucking her. 

It was one of the most erotic, arousing, sexual, dirty, hot, wonderful things I have ever felt. In that moment when she orgasm rolled through her body; I loved the feeling it gave me. I loved the smell of her arousal and the feel of her soft, perfect skin. I loved the sound she made as she moaned into the pillow she held to her face as she came. I loved the feel of her pert, supple breasts, crowned with hardened nipples, in my hand. I loved the feeling of her quivering body under mine as her body tensed and relaxed in orgasmic rhythm as I fucked her deep and hard with my plastic cock. 

Fucking her was amazing.

"….. penny for your thoughts.", Rachel's voice came from out of nowhere.

Startled, I came back out of the moment I was reliving to see Rachel standing at the edge of the hallway that led from the bathroom to the living room. She was smiling at me and looked stunning. Her auburn hair was wet and an auburn curl clung to the side of her face from below a towel. She wore an identical robe to mine and had obviously just finished her shower.

"Whatcha thinking about?", she asked grinning. "Last night?"

Rachel had an uncanny ability with words. She could say everything and nothing in the same sentence. Was she talking about the night in general or the part where we had lesbian sex. Damn her I was blushing.

"Yeah a little.", I admitted with burning cheeks. 

Rachel smiled at me wider and went to the kitchen. "I need a cup of coffee. Want a refill?" she asked not pursuing her line of questioning. I wondered if she was toying with me or if she was perhaps as nervous as I was.

"Sure." I said both relieved and irritated that she had not said more about last night.

She returned a second later with a cup and the pot. She refilled my cup and her own and sat on the other end of the sofa with her legs folded under her. She was about to say something when the phone rang. 

For a moment neither of us moved. Her eyes never left me and on the second ring her eyebrows raised slightly as if to ask, "Well are you going to get that?".

I rolled to the end of the couch and picked up the cordless phone from the table.

"Hello."

"Hey Babe," Ron's voice said on the other end of the line. "I missed you this morning. Everything OK?"

I twisted my hair nervously. Rachel and I had caught the early train back to the city and Ron had still been sleeping when we left. Michelle, Molee, and Tim were sharing a bed in the back of the basement, so we had escaped without saying our goodbyes. It was a rude I suppose, but at the time I had just wanted to get out of there before Rachel had to relive the night before in front of everyone.

"Yeah, we're cool. Just wanted to get back. I have some work to do around the house today. Sorry we split without saying 'Goodbye'" I said noncommittally. 

"No worries. How's Rachel?", Ron asked tentatively.

"Good. She's sitting right next to me." I replied.

Rachel was grinning knowing that I must be talking to Ron, and I wondered if I detected a hint of amusement in her twinkling eyes.

"Well hope we didn't freak her out last night, but she seemed in the spirit of things. You sure YOU are ok?" he asked again.

I sighed and said, "Yeah no problems here babe." I felt and sounded a little more like myself and I could feel the nervousness in Ron's voice relax. He was obviously calling to make sure I or Rachel had not freaked out. I felt a little guilty now about not telling him we were leaving. 

"Okay then, call me later?", he asked. 

"Sure." I said casually.

"Okay, Love you." He said.

"Love you too." I replied and hung up.

I turned back to Rachel she was grinning and said in a mocking voice, "I love you too". She was dramatically pretending to hold the phone to her ear and blow kisses through it. 

"Fuck you." I said grinning myself and threw a pillow at her.

Rachel cackled and caught the pillow and began to hold it close to her sensuously stroking it, "I love you Ron. Thanks for letting me fuck Tim's big dick while my niece played with your balls. You are such a wonderful boyfriend."

I was blushing hard now, and hearing her say what I did last night out loud, I once again had a terrible rush of guilt for some of the things I had done with Ron. I thought I was over that, but some feelings are hard to let go of. My stomach was full of butterflies and part of me wanted to run away and hide. "Shit what if Rachel tells her mother." I thought knowing how unlikely that really was.

Rachel was watching me blush and it was like she was reading my mind. "So are you freaking out now?", she asked perceptively.

I cocked my head considering her. "No not really", I said stretching the truth a bit. 

She considered me with those piercing eyes of hers but said nothing. I squirmed a little bit under her gaze and finally capitulated by saying, "Well maybe a little."

Rachel grinned nervously and that only added to the tension. "It's okay Aunt Sara. To be honest I was a little freaked when I woke up this morning, but I'm okay now." 

I wasn't sure that I believed her. She was clearly in turmoil over last night and I wondered how she was feeling. Shit the girl had to be a little freaked out.

She stared at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, and I could see confliction in them. She was confused and probably needed someone to help her sort her feelings out. I just wasn't sure that I was unbiased enough to be there only for her. 

One thing was sure. It was time to have a talk about last night. It was now or never, and I knew if I didn't say the right thing here, we may never talk about it again. That might be okay, but we would never be as close as we had been again. We somehow both instinctively knew this, and she had put the ball squarely in my court. 

"Tell me how you felt." I said tentatively feeling my stomach knot.

Rachel's expression wavered and she closed her eyes as if trying to articulate her feelings. She bit her bottom lip involuntarily and then spoke softly to me from her heart, "Well to be honest when I woke up this morning I was a disoriented and then the reality of where I was slowly came back to me. It was like waking up from a dream and as I came more and more awake, I felt…. er…", she trailed off as if struggling for the right words.

I knew this must be difficult for her and I empathized. It's not easy to lay some secrets of the heart bare before another person no matter how close you are. 

I wondered if we had not made a terrible mistake and a tremor of guilt washed through me. I wanted to make this easier for her. "It's okay Rachel. Just tell me how you felt." I coaxed with as soothing a voice as I could muster.

She was blushing now, and I think it was the first time I had seen her blush in the last 24 hours. "Well to be honest, I was embarrassed about what we did and was afraid of what you would think of me." She whispered.

"What I would think of you?" I asked more than a little surprised.

"Yeah, you know. I mean I got a little crazy last night and you know, I basically had your boyfriend fuck Molee right there in front of you. And then upstairs … well you know… what we did." He voice cracked as if she could not say the words. 

She continued after a deep breath, "I was just caught up in the moment and you were so wonderful with me. I never lost control like that before, and maybe it was the alcohol, but then again maybe it wasn't. I am sorry; and I hope you aren't mad at me. I am so sorry if I did anything last night that disappointed you." she said as her eyes turned glassy with un-spilled tears.

Understanding hit me like a hammer. She was embarrassed and felt like she had pushed me into doing things that I didn't want to do. I would have laughed if her pain was not so evident in her eyes. No wonder she didn't talk to me on the train ride home. She felt like she had gotten drunk and molested me. 

I held up my hand gently to silence her. It was time to end her misery. "It's okay Rachel. I am not mad." I said in as normal tone as I could muster.

She stopped babbling and stared at me. For a moment neither of us spoke and then, "You're not?", she asked.

"No." I said reassuringly.

Neither of us spoke for a minute or two, but in that minute some of the anxiety seemed to slowly leak from Rachel and I was glad. 

Then I spoke to her again, "Look Rachel. Last night happened. I don't know how I am supposed to feel about it, but at the time it felt great. No one, especially not you, forced me into anything. Part of me loved every second of last night, and that I loved it also scares me a little. I was afraid I had changed our relationship for the worse, and that is last thing I would want. But since we are both being honest about our feelings, part of me was turned on beyond belief by what I saw you do last night, but it never has to happen again."

Rachel said nothing and only stared at me for several seconds. "You mean you liked it?", she asked. 

I smiled and said, "It was pretty hot. And yes part of me liked it, but I would never want you to feel bad about what happened. If anyone should be sorry here it's me."

She didn't say anything to that, but I could see the relieve wash through her. "I don't feel bad about what we did." she said. "And like you said, it will never happen again." she said in a quiet tone. Her eyes still held tears and I was surprised that her relief was not accompanied by the smile I have grown to love.

I smiled biting back a surprising feeling of disappointment. "No it never has to happen again hun. We can just write it off to the booze and skinny dipping." 

Did I just feel a stab of regret? Did I want it to happen again? Part of me did, but not enough to risk Rachel's feelings.

"Oh," she replied and then fell silent and stared contemplatively at her feet. 

"What's wrong?", I asked her. "We can't make last night un-happen, but I don't feel guilty about it and I hope you don't either." I said. I was a little worried now. I expected her to be able to put the night behind her. But instead she was staring down not looking at me. Shit what have we done?

"I don't feel guilty," she mumbled still not looking up. 

I moved toward her and took her hand in mine. "It's okay Rach. Don't cry." I said.

She looked up at me tears welling in her eyes and smiled slightly but not brightly. "I'm sorry Aunt Sara," she said, "It's just that…" the last of her sentence trailed off as the first of her tears broke free and traced lines down the sensual curves of her cheek.

"It's just what kiddo?", I asked not sure I wanted to know.

"It's stupid never mind." she said and tried to pull away and stand up. 

I pushed her back lightly on the couch and held her hand tighter. I pushed her hair back gently from her face and took her chin in my hand gently forcing her to look at me. "It's just what Rachel?" I asked again.

She didn't say anything for a minute and then said, "Well it's just that last night was incredibly intense, and this morning when I thought about it. It just…."

She turned away from my eyes again, and I pulled her back to me. "What?" I asked. "It's okay. Just tell me."

She sighed with resignation, bit down on her bottom lip, and said, "The whole way back here and for every minute since I woke up this morning I have been playing the night over and over in my head. I can't believe how incredible it was and how hard I ..er … came when I was with you. I just can't stop thinking about it and I'm so damn horny I can't think straight anymore. I know you don't want to do that with me again, but it's all I can think about. Even right now I see you and imagine you making me feel so good."

Her words flowed out of her in a rapid babble as if some dam had broken and her feeling flowed out of her unrestrained.

I smiled at her and leaned forward and kissed her forehead. I hesitated for only a moment and decided to speak my heart truthfully. She deserved the truth for no other reason than she had given it to me. 

"I didn't say I didn't want to do it again; I said we didn't have to." I said in a quiet voice that came from my heart. And with those words, I knew I had just redefined the basis of our relationship. 

I was not sure if I said the 'right' thing, but it was the truth. And sometimes the truth must stand up naked in the light of day, whatever the cost; for regardless of the price, to give up truth is to give up humanity, and nothing would be dearer than that.

She looked at me for a minute and as comprehension bloomed across her face so did the smile that I had expected. 

My body tingled in a moment of anticipation. 'In for a penny; in for a pound', I thought. We were not done here and we both knew it. Truth without action was the same as a lie. 

And with this thought, I slowly moved my hand to the knot holding her robe together and pulled it seductively until the knot gave way. I pushed the two folds of the material apart to reveal Rachel's firm, flat stomach. I could smell the sweet scent of flowers and soap from her shower and something else: something sweet and tangy that I recognized immediately as arousal. 

I grinned at her as she just stared down at me and I kneeled on the floor and further opened her robe until her breasts broke free from their restraint. Her nipples were pink and hard and I used my finger tips to gently trace a slow line between her breasts down across her tight stomach. 

Rachel gasped and said, "God that feels good."

"I know and it's going to get so much better." I replied.

Those were the only words we spoke, but so much more was said. 

Rachel laid her head back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. I moved my mouth to her belly button and kissed it gently flicking my tongue into it. 'God she is beautiful.' I thought. 

I pushed her robe completely open exposing her young, sexy pussy that beckoned me. She was completely bare from the razor Molee had wielded the night before and her lips were moist and pink. Her clit stood out hard and firm like a small erect cock ready straining for pleasure. I inhaled and smelled her and felt my own clitoris tingle in anticipation. 

She was mewing like a cat now as she felt my breath on her skin. Her groans were soft and pleading and I savored the moment knowing the pleasure of anticipation she felt. 

I smiled to myself and lowered my mouth to her. The tip of my tongue grazed her clit and she trembled. I kissed her pussy like a lover using my tongue in swirling motions and penetrating her softly. 

"Oh God," she cried as her hips began to rock slowly into me. 

I licked my middle finger and slowly fed it into her willing pussy. I fucked her slowly with my fingers as my talented tongue pleasured her clitoris. I was immediately rewarded with a flood from her young, tight cunt.. 

Her pussy was spasming in pre-orgasmic rhythms and I had no intention of slowing her ride down. I curled my finger inside of her. God she was tight and warm and wet. I found her G-spot an inch inside of her pussy and was momentarily amazed at the size of it. 

She groaned louder now and trembles ran through her body unchecked. Her hands gripped the back of the couch tightly and she thrust her pussy into my face with each thrust of my finger. 

She erupted within seconds crying out her orgasm as I watched the pleasure role through her flat stomach and squeeze my finger tightly. "God I'm CUMMING!" she screamed as I sucked her clit into my mouth. The orgasm was intense but I held her clit in my mouth and used my tongue on it relentlessly as my finger applied more gentle rubbing motions to her magic G-spot.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!", she screamed until it became a chant that became an orgasmic mantra. 

Her pussy flooded again in release but with the force of ejaculation that I only recently discovered was possible for a woman. Rachel became a human fountain of cum that coated my lips and face in such quantities that it dripped down my chest and onto my tits. I knew she had just "squirted" but I did not relent with my tongue at the risk of possibly drowning. 

Slowly she let go and collapsed in exhaustion into the couch. I kissed her inner thighs lightly and slowly let my finger slide out of her. I heard her groan lightly as the tip of my finger left her. I empathized with her knowing the feeling of emptiness as Ron's cock slowly wilted and slid out of me so many times leaving me satisfied but yet somehow empty.

She leaned forward and opened her eyes and saw me. "Wow that was amazing!", she said. 

I grinned and dried my face on my own robe. She leaned forward and saw how wet I was for the first time. "God did I do that?", she asked genuinely curious.

"Yep. It seems you are a 'squirter'" I replied.

"A What?" she asked in a shocked voice.

"A 'squirter'. You know a girl who can ejaculate." I said still wiping my face. 

"Jeez are you okay?", she asked clearly surprised and embarrassed at the same time..

I laughed out loud and said, "Yeah I think I will live. Relax you never came like that when you masturbate?" I asked.

"No never. Well er, once I guess, but honestly I thought I pissed myself." She said blushing bright red.

I laughed again hard this time and she soon joined in. "Next time get a mirror and watch the action. It's really quite amazing. It's happened to me a couple of times too."




The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 01



"With Ron?" she asked after the laughter passed.

"Yeah, actually only with him." I said.

"Wow that is cool. How did he take it?", she asked.

I laughed and said "Guys love that stuff. Makes them feel like they just won the Superbowl single handedly."

She sighed and then grinned. "Well do you want me to return the favor?" she asked moving closer to me. 

I stopped her and said, "Maybe later."

She looked confused and said, "Did I do it wrong last night?"

I smiled and said, "No hun you were great it's just that I want to be really horny for a little longer." 

I was actually thinking about the letter I owed Ron but I was not ready to tell Rachel that.

I stood up and kissed her on the cheek and said, "This time it can be all for you. If there is a next time you can owe me."

"Well I think 'if' is a foregone conclusion", she replied.

I walked down the hallway to the bathroom and Rachel followed me not bothering to put her robe back on. I took my own robe off and started the shower. I turned on the water and was only mildly surprised when Rachel stepped in with me.

"So Ron liked it huh?" she asked.

"Liked what? Oh the squirting. Yeah he liked it." I replied as I rinsed Rachel's juices off of my face and body. 

"I'm not sure my last boyfriend would have liked it, but then he didn't do much for me in that department. It's why we broke up.", Rachel said sharing an insight into herself that I had never known.

"Really?" I asked trading her places so she could rinse off again.

"Yeah he was kind of a hair trigger." She said.

I laughed and said, "That sucks." Not sure where this conversation was going.

"Yeah it sucked bad." She replied and then after a moment's hesitation, "Can I ask you something, Aunt Sara?"

I paused and turned off the water and stepped out onto the tile floor grabbing us both towels. "Sure. What's up?"

"Well I am not a virgin, but sex with my boyfriend was always over so fast that I was never sure we even had sex. Sometimes he would cum without even touching me." She began obviously nervous.

"Well young men sometimes have 'issues' like that. I just hope you were smart enough to make sure you were protected." I said tentatively.

It was Rachel's turn to laugh. "Yeah no worries there. I am on 'the shot'" she said. "And we used rubbers."

"Good. Glad to see you are responsible. Now what is it you wanted to ask me?", I asked.

Rachel blushed slightly and said, "Well I'm not exactly getting laid a lot here and besides last night I have been feeling a little frustrated. I was just wondering where you got that vibrator." 

I laughed and said, "Actually I ordered it online. It was 40 bucks. Let me guess; you want to get one." I said not surprised.

"Well yeah that thing was awesome. I don't want it to replace a guy, but I figured it might be a good substitute in the short run."

"You can use my computer later." I said. 

And with that everything was alright between us and our relationship had grown in dimension I never expected. I was still nervous about where this might lead, but I decided not to worry about it. 

Rachel went to her room and started to work on some camera equipment she often fiddled with. I went to my own room and slipped on a pair of sexy panties and t-shirt and sat at my computer to write Ron a letter. I was cutting it close since the month was ending in two days, but surely I would come up with something. 

************** 

The letter writing ritual had become somewhat of a compulsion with me and it started just as I knew it would. I had idea after idea that I would start to write, only to close my word processor without saving. I hated this part of the game, and I loved it. This was the part where I had to explore my own sexuality and be ready to lay it bare before my lover. It was scary, hard, exciting, erotic, and most of all frustrating.

What did I want? That's what it always came down to. What did I like? What would make me cum hard and long?

Through this game I had discovered that the erotic part of this game had nothing to do with a body part other than the brain. It was what fantasies I harbored that made living them out so exciting and personal. No one in the world might enjoy some of the 'acts' I had participated in, but I did because they were uniquely mine. 

I closed my eyes and imagined the moment Rachel cum like a hose in my mouth. I remembered her taste and the feeling of control it had given me. I felt my panties getting damp at the thought and just let them. I had yet to get through one of these letters without being soaked and I had long since given up trying.

Then I thought about Ron. Actually about Ron's cock. I thought about how much he could turn me on and the feel of him hardening in my hand or mouth. I focused on the smell of him; the feel of him; his textures and images.

Then my mind drifted to Tim. That guy had a dick that was huge, but it was not only the size that turned me on. It was that it was different. I thought about that cock and fucking him. I barely knew the guy and that made the act of being so intimate with him so wicked in my mind. 

I didn't know a thing about him. Hell I don't even remember if I knew his last name, but I for damn sure didn't know it now. But his cock was emblazoned in my memory. I suspected that in time I might not even remember what he looked like except for that piece of him. I wondered if he felt the same way, and if that thought turned him on. Did he forget that I had blond hair and soft skin? Is he somewhere right now thinking only of what it felt like to slide his cock inside of me until he came. Was that what I was to him: a faceless pussy he fucked? And am I getting wetter thinking that all of that might be true?

Was that what a 'one night stand' was all about? Was there some perverse pleasure in fucking a random stranger? I knew the answer was 'yes' deep down inside of myself. I had only had a few 'one nighters' but I still carried memories of them. Not the guys (and in one case the girl) but the feeling the act of sex with a stranger gave me. 

I sometimes didn't even cum. Well not in the sense that I have cum with Ron. But the pleasure of a random sex is often in the memory and not the moment. I had often masturbated to the memory of sex with a guy I had let pick me up in a bar after one too many shots. I only came with him when I rubbed my own pussy after he fucked me, but we did so many 'nasty' things together that night. The memory was far more erotic than the moment. 

It was during these thoughts that I began to type. I knew the fantasy I wanted and it was flowing out of me and into my keyboard and coming to life in words on the screen. I was barely aware of it at first, but then I became totally focused as I lived out in my mind the wickedly erotic scenario my mind created.

When I was finished I had almost three paragraphs of text. I re-read them and resisted the urge to edit. I was done, and I knew it. The proofreading was only a habit I had picked up from writing emails at work. 

'Longest one yet,' I thought and then cut and pasted the text into an email and sent it to Ron without a second of hesitation. I then saved the file to a folder called 'the game' and closed the word processor. 

I sighed as the butterflies hit me. I wondered if I had gone too far this time. I always wonder that after these notes and predictably I was nervous and horny. I would have had a glass of wine, but it was only early afternoon and I had more than enough alcohol the night before. 

I lay on my back on my bed feeling guilty and nervous. I imagined Ron opening his email and laughing at my fantasy and that image cut deep into me. I knew it was just my imagination and the likelihood of him laughing at me was zero, but I a small part of me harbored the insecurity. The mind could be merciless when it came to the heart's darkest fears. 

Maybe part of the excitement of this game was because of my insecurities. Hell without being a little afraid of rejection the game is strictly about sex, and this definitely was more than that. I didn't know what exactly, but definitely more. 

And as I lay there in a state of extreme insecurity and horniness, a knock came on my door. "Come in." I said knowing it was Rachel.

The door opened slowly and Rachel stood there grinning ear to ear as if she had just found a winning lotto ticket on the street.

"What?", I asked both amused and confused.

"Let's call into work tomorrow and go out tonight.", she said grinning wider.

I laughed and said, "You're crazy", not really taking her seriously.

Her smile faltered, but she then said, "Why? I have been working my ass off and my boss wants me to get some shots of the city at night for a project he's got me assigned to so I figure I could go out tonight and get the shots and maybe do a few shots. And I want you to come with me. It will be fun."

I stared at her suddenly realizing she was serious. "Didn't you get enough shots last night?" I asked her.

"Oh come on," she said in her whiniest voice. "I want to go out and meet some new people and you could use a 'girl's night'" she said. "Besides, I know you have the vacation time and it's either use it or lose it. You said so yourself last week. Besides, I want to try out a new club I heard about."

She had a point. I never used the 3 weeks of vacation I earned every year, and every January I vow not to let that happen again. "What club?" I asked suddenly picturing myself feeling very out of place in a group of 21 year olds all dancing to music I that I often didn't recognize. 

Rachel grinned and said, "Well not so much as a club, but a bar. It's called 'X' and it's only a mile or so from here."

I sighed. 'X' was an out of the way club that was frequented by some of Chicago's underground scene. It was really named "Extreme", but everyone knew it as just 'X' and there was a not so subtle drug reference there as well.

"So you want to do 'X' tonight?" I asked her with some concern in my voice.

She shook her head and said, "Nah you know I don't like drugs. I just want to check it out. I thought we might find some interesting people there." She said blushing slightly.

"Interesting male people?", I asked teasing her.

She laughed and said, "Well I could use some guy friends."

"So you want to go out on the town and pick up boys?", I asked bluntly. "I think I might be too old for that shit.", I said truthfully. I had not been out to 'pick up' in years although I did remember that time in my life fondly.

Her smile faltered and she said in her best pleading voice, "Come on Aunt Sara it will be fun. I hardly ever go out and we are in one of the coolest cities in the world. Besides wouldn't you want to be there to 'protect me' from all those immoral boys."


I smirked at her. After last night I had no doubt that she damn well didn't need or want me to protect her. But now she was trying to manipulate me and it irritated me.

"You should watch yourself young lady. People don't like being manipulated by your word games, and when I say 'people' I mean me. It makes you look like a spoiled brat that will say or do anything to get her own way." I said a little more harshly than I intended.

Rachel's smile fell and I saw anger flare in her eyes, but then her eyebrow rose as if considering a response and then she said, "Your right. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to go with me. I shouldn't have said that." I heard genuine remorse in her voice and my own anger subsided as quickly as it had risen. I remembered that admitting you were wrong at the age of 18 took more maturity than most were capable of.

I sighed, "How is it you are so good at your little word games at such a young age?" I asked rhetorically.

She smiled and answered me when no answer was expected. 

"Well to be honest, I can sometimes see things in people that other people miss. I don't know how, but it's just a feeling I get."

I cocked my head intrigued now. "What do you mean?" I asked truly curious.

Rachel looked uncomfortable, and I wondered why. 

She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as if trying to articulate something beyond words. It was like watching her consider how explain to a blind man what "blue" was. Her eyes returned to me and said, "Well sometimes I can sense things about people. You know how they are feeling and what motivates them. I guess I could always do it on some level; I just watch and listen to people and I can usually pick up on what they are feeling. Well kind of anyway." 

She paused and said, "I have never told anyone that before in my life."

I considered her for a minute and sensed that she was sharing a part of herself that she rarely revealed, and the trust she placed in me was touching.

"You mean mind reading." I asked incredulously.

She laughed hard at that and said, "No not mind reading. I am not talking psychic shit or anything like that. I just 'people watch' better than most I think. I don't really know how to explain it, it's just I can sometime key in on body language, expressions, and subtle things others don't always see. I mean I am sure everyone could do it if they tried; I just don't really have to try. It kind of just comes to me when I am around other people. I sometimes forget that most people don't do it."

'Or can't do it' I thought but did not say. Where was this going? What was she telling me about herself, and why did she seem so emotionally naked? 

"You mean you can pick up on people better than others?" I asked her skeptically.

"Well I know that sounds arrogant, but yes I guess that is what I mean, but it's a little more than just that, but I don't know how to explain it. It's like I can see who people really are." She replied knowing that didn't clarify anything, but she seemed at a loss to explain it any better.

Rachel had always been a master with word games even as a small child. She seemed to always know what everyone around her was thinking. She always won the 'go fish games' and other memory games even as young as two. It drove her father silently crazy that she could beat him at almost any game of mental skill. But could she really 'see' more than the rest of us, or did she 'see' through the rest of us. Somehow that felt more right. 

And then I thought about my own experience with her.

I thought about how easily she had 'conned' me into letting her come live with me. I thought about the conflict she had with her mother, and how she had equally been 'conned'. But most of all I thought about Michelle. Rachel had effectively disarmed her last night by reversing her role, but she had also gotten Michelle to willingly agree to her terms and enjoy it. Rachel was a master of manipulation, and I sensed that there was a depth to her that I had never seen before.

"Like last night with Michelle?" I asked testing my own line of thinking.

Rachel grinned like fox and said, "Well she was pretty easy to read."

"How do you mean?" I asked curiously not really seeing how Michelle was so easy to read..

"Well come on, she is not exactly the queen of subtle is she? I mean within an hour of meeting us at Ron's she was sucking Tim's dick in front of everyone including me. I mean she might as well have had a sign that said, 'Look at me' written on it."

I nodded considering the events of yesterday (God was it just yesterday).

Rachel continued, "And then this 'Molee' chick shows up with some fantasy that Michelle is going to make come true. As much as Molee liked last night, the real fantasy was Michelle's. She wanted to be in control on the outside, but inside she wanted to just let go. But she was also afraid of letting go. And that conflict is the driving force behind all of Michelle's actions."

I tried to picture Michelle afraid of anything and had a hard time doing it. I stared at her skeptically.

"Go on." I said noncommittally.

Rachel continued as if pointing out a simple truth to the dumbest kid in the class, "That's why she is so wild. She is defying her fear and insecurities by doing all of those 'daring' things, as if saying to the world (and more importantly herself), 'I'm not afraid of anything'. But in truth she is terrified of losing control. I mean how can someone who will do anything lose control? They can't! But then there is part of her that wonders what it would be like just to let go and let whatever happens happen. She is afraid to have the situation impose itself on her, but she is also deeply curious of the idea. So I just gave her a little nudge and part of her couldn't say 'no'. I mean no one tied her to that chair, although that would have really gotten her off. She could have gotten up anytime, but she didn't. She didn't because she wanted to let someone else control the situation and she 'had' to just sit there and accept it. And she loved it. Once you find the conflict inside someone, it's easy to see what they really want."

Rachel stopped realizing she had told me far more than I had asked. I also suspected that in doing so she had told me something about herself she had worked hard to keep hidden. 

I stared at her considering what she had just said. Somehow all of it made sense and seemed obvious. I thought back through the years and considered Michelle from a new perspective. She always was out there on the edge, and she always had to be in control of the situation. Rachel was right. Michelle was defying her fears by defining them. The insight into my friend was deeply powerful and I wondered if I should feel sorry for Michelle or admire her. It certainly took courage to live her lifestyle, but did she realize that she didn't have to? I didn't know.

More importantly, how was I, her best friend, so blind to such an obvious truth, and how did this young woman with merely half my life experience see it so clearly. A wide range of emotions flowed through me and the world seemed to tilt in the rush of insights that flashed through my mind. 

But mostly what I felt was awe. There was really no other word that adequately described the feeling I had for Rachel in this moment. I was in awe of her for being so far ahead of her years in her intuition. I felt as if I had caught a glimpse of the depth of her personality, and it was like staring into an abyss. I would never again look at her as a child. This woman was special beyond words, and had a depth of spirit that made you ache if you allowed yourself to see it. I felt suddenly like I was the blind one and somehow she had given me a glimpse of what 'blue' was and the power and beauty of it moved me. 

I looked up at Rachel who stood looking uncertainly at me. Her eyes were as beautiful as ever, but now they seemed to bore into me as if she could see all of the secrets of my soul. And for the first time I was a little afraid of her. What would she see if she pointed that deeply penetrating power of observation at me? Had she already? I felt naked.

"Are you okay Aunt Sara?" Rachel asked as I sat there staring at her. "You look a little pale."

I somehow found the will to speak, but my throat felt dry and the words forced, "I'm okay Rachel; I just never thought of Michelle like that." I said truthfully.

"Really?, she asked genuinely surprised.

She really had no idea that she had seen something that was out in front of the world but no one else saw. The idea that everyone could not see what she saw truly never has occurred to her. She had no idea how unique she was.

"Really" I replied. "But I don't think you are wrong. I am just a little amazed that you saw all of that in one night. You are amazingly perceptive."

Rachel flushed with embarrassment and said, "Thanks I guess, but like I said, I sometimes see things in people others miss. It's not a big deal really"

I wondered if she had any idea of what a big deal it really might be. I suspected that she did, and the thought may have scared her a little. It scared me a little.




The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 01



"I think you are amazing." I said surprising myself at the truth and intensity of my feelings. 

Now Rachel was visibly self conscious. She twirled the ends of her hair in her fingers nervously. I realized that she was still a young woman albeit a perceptive one and she was found the depth of my amazement of her both uncomfortable and embarrassing.


But there was so much more I wanted to know and I just couldn't help but ask, "Rachel can I ask you something, and I want you to promise to answer me honestly."

Rachel's brow furrowed nervously but she nodded and said quietly, "Okay Aunt Sara."

"What do you see when you look at me?", I asked.

Rachel looked like she had just been caught outside the boys shower room peeking in the window. Her lip quivered and I could see the hairs on the back of her arm raise. I could almost taste her discomfort. I was also terrified of what she would say next. 

Finally she spoke and said, "I see one of the best Aunt's a girl like me could ever hope for." She said evasively. 

I smiled and was not angry at her evasion because she truly meant what she had just said, and it was probably the kindest thing I had ever heard. I went to her and hugged her close to me. I blinked and was surprised to feel tears spill out of the corners of my eyes. She hugged me back fiercely and I could feel her heart beat against my chest. 

When we parted she smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry if I told you things about Michelle you didn't want to know."

I smiled back and said, "It's okay, but be careful who you aim that power of yours at, not everyone has a clean soul." I don't know where this thought came from, but it felt right and true. This young woman had a natural talent of perception that was so far off the chart that it appeared almost magical to me, but there could also be a price to be paid for such a gift. 

"I know." She replied seriously, and the coldness in her voice sent a shiver down my spine. There was something in her voice that made my blood run cold, but I did not have the courage or wisdom at the time to ask her about it. Perhaps if I did things would have ended differently. .

Instead I simply said, "And so we are going to 'X' tonight?"

Her smile bloomed from her lips like a fast action film of a rose in the spring time. All of her discomfort evaporated and she said, "If you want." 

I smiled and said, "Well let me turn on my super power of perception and…." I made two antennas out of my fingers and put them on my head and aimed them at Rachel. "Beep. Beep. Beep" I said in childish tones. "Yes I think I know what you need. You need to go out and meet men. I see you are craving testosterone. And…. Wait what's that…. Yes you need to get LAID!"

Rachel slapped my playfully on the arm and said, "I didn't say that!" but the pinkness in her cheeks betrayed her words. 

"I know but 'cock craving detector' never lies." I said pointing my fingers at her and increasing the frequency of my beeping.

Rachel laughed and winged one of my pillows at me. "Hey I was the only one who didn't get laid last night. Well at least not by the real thing!" she screamed after me as I ran down the hall toward the bathroom.

I was laughing and running for the bathroom. "I thought I fucked you better than any guy could." I yelled back over my shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower so we can go out. You go get ready." 

Rachel was laughing and I heard her run into her room a second after the bathroom door closed behind me.

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The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 02



For those of you who have been waiting for the next part of the story, I have decided to post the first half of Chapter Seven Part 2. My apologies for the delay, but life sometimes intrudes. I hope you enjoy, and please do send me feedback. I love reading it.

Chapter 7 Pt. 2: X

The shadows began getting long around 7:00 pm in Chicago even though sunset was still technically over an hour away. I was standing in my bedroom in a nothing but a towel staring at my closet wondering what did a 30 something woman wear to a 20 something club. Fuck how did I get old? 

As I selected and discarded my third outfit Rachel came out of her room and into mine. She apparently had no such dilemma. I turned and almost did not recognize her. She was wearing black fish net stockings that outlined her tanned sensual legs and disappeared under a black skirt that was barely able to function as much more than a belt. She wore a thin white "wife beater" tank top with no bra, but covered that with a silky maroon blouse that also was nearly see through. Her make up was applied thicker than usual giving her usually innocent looking eyes an appearance of worldly experience and hardness. 

"Holy shit," I said.

She grinned at me and through her outward appearance I could see the glow of her true self come through. "You like?" she asked.

"Where in God's name did you get that get up? I know your mother didn't buy THAT for you.," I said.

Rachel giggled and said, "No mom would freak. But I went out one night with a friend who took me shopping on the miracle mile. I couldn't afford anything there so we stopped by this store she sometimes goes to and found this. I bought it more to make her happy than really for me, but tonight it seemed appropriate."

"And who is this friend?" I asked not recalling her telling me about a new girlfriend.

"Oh just a girl I met at work." She said. "She is kind of wild and has been trying to get me to go out with her and her friends, but I have always said, 'no'."

"I see." I said wondering if that would continue.

"What are you gonna wear?" she asked me staring over my shoulder at my array of casual and work clothes. Apparently I had somehow phased the 'going out to get laid' section of my wardrobe out over the last couple of years. 

Rachel giggled and began pulling clothes out of the closet and discarding them much like I had been doing, but at a much faster rate. 

Finally I/we settled on a black skirt that was too short for my usual tastes, but still longer than Rachel's, a red silk shirt, a push up bra, and a pair of red thong underwear. I put on the clothes and was reminded of how I felt in St. Louis some months ago when Michelle had dressed me for a strip club. I recalled that night had also started out with a phone call to call off work. What the fuck was I doing?

When we our outfits were complete, Rachel poured us both a double shot of Absolute Vodka that was in my freezer and the immediate burn in my stomach slowly turned to a relaxed and giddy feeling that only alcohol can provide. 

Rachel picked up her camera off the table and checked the film and some settings and said, "Ready?"

"Well I guess I am as ready as I will ever be." I replied truthfully, not sure if I was ready or not.

We hailed a cab and within 15 minutes were on the beach at Lake Michigan witnessing an amazing sunset. Rachel snapped a few shots of the skyline and continuously fiddled with the variety of settings on her camera. I watched her work silently, and her face was hard and intense like I had never seen it. She worked the camera across the skyline, pausing to change lenses every few minutes. 

I watched her work with professional intensity. She was clearly passionate about her work and handled her camera with the mastery of long practice. I enjoyed this side of her and respected the skill and ambition with which she plied her trade. 

When she finished she looked up and me and smiled. "How about a shot of you?" she asked swinging the camera my direction. Gone was the professional intensity and her eyes sparkled with humor, much like a professional basketball player who was playing a game of horse in his old neighborhood. 

I smiled and the camera clicked. "Turn toward the water." she commanded, and I did. "Click" the camera went again and I giggled feeling a little self conscious. I twirled once letting my blond hair whip around my shoulder as the camera clicked on. I was enjoying myself now and struck a variety of poses for Rachel who was also smiling and giggling as she snapped more shots of me. 

The camera made a spinning sound and I knew the roll was finished. Rachel waited for the rewinding film to stop and deftly plucked it out of the back of the camera and reloaded with another, quickly and efficiently, like a soldier reloading a weapon. 

She snapped the cover closed and said, "Let's go have some fun."

We walked up Lake Shore Drive and hailed a cab. It was 8:48 by my watch when we stepped out of the cab 14 blocks north and 8 blocks west in front of "X." It was not a tall building by Chicago standards, and from the outside it looked almost like a warehouse. The last of the sun was fading and the neon "X" that blazed white against the dark bricks above a single door was the only indication that something other than rats inhabited the building. 

I drew in a deep breath and had a sudden sense of foreboding. I was not sure why, but Rachel apparently did not feel it. She was out of the cab and on the third step up carrying her camera bag before I could pay the driver and follow. I caught her just before she entered and grabbed her right arm above the elbow.

"Are you sure you want to go in there?" I asked.

She looked at me with wide innocent eyes and then smiled. "Sure why not?"

I shook my head and tried to let go of the heebie jeebies I felt and wondered why I was being so skittish. "No reason. Nevermind." I said not entirely successful in letting go of my feelings, but unable to place a finger on why I felt so anxious.

Rachel looked at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go."

She opened the door and I followed her in.

The first thing that I noticed was that it was dark. Not black, but dark. My eyes slowly adjusted and I could hear music throbbing away somewhere deeper inside the building. Just inside the vestibule was a large black man in a tuxedo. He was easily six and a half feet tall and must have tipped the scales at well over 300 pounds. He was not fat; he was big. His bald head held piercing black eyes of a predator. A single diamond stud ear ring decorated his right earlobe. He wore a black tuxedo over a white shirt that was so bright in the place that it seemed to glow. His shoulders were broad and his body looked as if it might be carved out of a piece of stone. He did not move when we entered, but I could feel his eyes moving over us appraisingly. 

"Good Evening Ladies." He said in perfect English. When he spoke a single gold tooth gleamed in the right side of his mouth. This had both the effect of making him look more sophisticated as well as harder than before if this was possible. I smiled nervously. Rachel did likewise. This was one hard case, and I would feel sorry for the person stupid enough to cross this guy.

"Hi," Rachel said smiling. "Can we come in?" she asked. 

The black man smiled slowly at her and said, "The cover is $20.00."

Rachel handed him two twenty dollar bills and he stared at us again questioningly and then shook his head. He stepped aside and unbuckled a velvet rope that hung between two brass poles protecting a staircase leading down into darkness. 

"You ladies have a good time." the doorman said as we passed. He was obviously a bouncer and also probably security, but his perfect diction and graceful elegance with which he carried himself only added to my nervousness although I still didn't know why.

Later I would wonder if when we crossed that velvet rope was when the trouble began or if it had been sooner than that even. I would never know, but the consequences would be larger than either I or Rachel would have ever imagined. 

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"X" was an assault on the senses in every way, and I was once again reminded of my trip to St. Louis with Michelle. The basement we stepped into at the bottom of the stairs was filled with smoke and from the smell of it, not all of it was from cigarettes. The room was expansive, and the warehouse feel was accurate. There was a bar running 50 feet the length of the short side of the room. The room was only half full as it was still very early for the type of crowd this place attracted and I wondered if we would still be here in the short hours of the morning when this place really cranked up. 

The only lights were black lights over the bar with a few pin lights on the various bottles. The rest of the room was lit by colored disco lights hanging from the ceiling. The floor was tiered on many levels to break the size of the room into smaller, more eye pleasing spaces that felt more intimate. The bar was on a raised platform that allowed those sitting at it to see over the sea of people. At the other end was a stage although it was currently being used as a dance floor. It was Sunday night after all. Above it were two platforms that stood 10 feet off the ground where two round, human sized, bird cages hung suspended. They were empty now, but I could see scantily clad women dancing in them over the hundreds dancing below in my mind's eye. 

The overall effect was to create an underground club so cliché that it could be on a movie set. And what made it even more absurd was the clientele. This was not an underground sub culture rave hangout. It was a bar that offered young professionals a place to pretend they were part of that sub culture. It was an illusion: a fraud.

So of course it was the most popular place in town with the 20 something crowd that had enough money to spend to come here. The irony was that the subculture they were pretending to identify with by coming here could never afford the cover and drink prices. I smiled to myself at the absurdity of it. This place was built on the young professional's fantasy of rebellion. And here I was with Rachel. 

Now I understood the big black guy out front. The elegant dress and polite manners were all there for the rich yuppies along with the fantasy of a big black dude there to keep the peace. He was window dressing for the customers and security for what the customers would consider scumbags (or people who had mistaken this club for the true underground).

This was beyond ironic. The club had a bouncer to keep out people who were really a part of the sub culture that the yuppie elite were trying to pretend they were. It was a joke that no one around me seemed to get. 

I wondered how many of these 'hardcore partiers' would wake up tomorrow and put on a suit or dress and go to an office only to worry about the weekly report that was due or the email they got from their boss last Friday demanding that their productivity increase. 

Were these people here just to escape reality and to pretend they were free from their lives if only for a little while? I suspected they were. I glanced around and took in the people around me. They certainly didn't dress like the office crowd. Rachel and I had dressed conservatively compared to some of the women. The men were mostly dressed in black and some wore dark makeup under their eyes, but there was something else too. 

I looked again to confirm my suspicions and was pleased to see I was right. No one had any obvious tattoos. I saw a few butterflies on ankles or hearts on hips, but nothing overt that could not be covered up. Very few eyebrow or lip piercing either. These were most definitely wannabes. 

At the realization, I smiled outwardly.

"What?" Rachel asked seeing me smile.

"Nothing hun. Let's go party." I said feeling much better about this place. This was about as authentic as a cocktail party on Michigan Avenue, but what the hell it might be fun. 

I followed Rachel to the bar and after she flashed her ID at the guy behind the bar who didn't look of age himself. Then we were doing another shot of vodka followed by a screwdriver served in plastic glasses. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate of alcohol consumption, but fuck it I wouldn't mind leaving a little early anyway.

Rachel and I took up a spot across from the bar near the ledge that overlooked the dance floor. I noticed Rachel's eyes scanning the crowd a little more than casually. 'So we aren't here to pick up boys, but to meet one boy in particular', I thought and suddenly I understood. Rachel hoped someone she was interested in would show up here tonight. That's why she wanted to go out on a Sunday. That's why she blushed so fiercely when I teased her about needing to get laid. I smiled inwardly again. This club really was enlightening if nothing else.

About ½ an hour later we were still standing by the bar on our second round of drinks. The crowd was picking up a little, but it was still relatively early. I leaned into Rachel to ask her something when a voice behind us said, "Rachel?."

We both turned and saw a young man of perhaps 25 standing there. Rachel smiled awkwardly and waved. The man came toward us dressed in a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. He had black jeans and stood about 6 feet tall. He had dark short hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body was lean and muscular, but not overly so. He probably weighed about 180 pounds. He held a cigarette in his right hand clumsily, and my impression was that it was more for show than anything else. 

'So this is what this trip is all about.' I thought and could definitely understand Rachel's attraction. I hypothesized that this was a work friend.

"Hi!" Rachel said a little more than casually as if she had been waiting for him to show up. 

"What's going on? What are you doing here?" Mr. tall dark and handsome asked as he approached us.

"Oh nothing. Just hanging out." Rachel said feigning indifference. 

I watched the transparent exchange between the two with the amused eyes of someone 15 years Rachel's senior and I was forced once again to remember that she was only a 18 year old kid. Jesus this was what passed for flirting. 

Rachel and 'the boy' as I came to think of him, exchanged pleasantries and I overheard enough to realize that he was indeed a work acquaintance of Rachel's. After a few more seconds of waiting to be introduced I cleared my throat next to Rachel who seemingly had forgotten I existed.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." She stammered. "This is my friend Sara."

I noticed that I had been relegated to friend instead of aunt with a bit of irritation, but I hid it well. "Nice to meet you." I said.

"And this is Chad Peterson, a friend of mine from work.," she continued saying his name with a bit of awe in her voice. 

I shook hands with Chad who eyed me up and down in a way I didn't much care for. "Nice to meet you Sara." he said smiling at me with a grin that was as fake as costume jewelry. I wondered if the way he was looking at me was how a mouse might feel staring into a snake's eyes a minute before it was lunch.

I returned his smile with an empty one of my own. 

Rachel continued by saying, "Chad works in the department across the hall from mine. He is in print." I had no idea what it meant to be in print, but nodded as if she had just told me he was Jesus Christ's personal assistant. 

Chad turned back to Rachel. "So you decided to run with the wolves and try out 'X' huh?" he asked. 

I rolled my eyes but thankfully neither saw me. Was this fucking guy for real? 'Run with the wolves'? What the fuck did that mean and who did he think he was Tarzan?

Rachel smiled demurely and I was stunned to see her actually falling for this line of bullshit. How could she be so naïve? Her perception skills need a tune up if she couldn't see through this wind bag. 

Chad continued, "Yeah I like to come here once a month or so. It keeps me in touch with what it's like to be real you know? I mean come on those drones in the office would freak in a place like this. But it's cool, you know. These people can relate down here, but you can't fuck with them. That's for sure. They'd eat those fuckers in the towers we work in for breakfast."

'What a jack ass', I thought, but Rachel only nodded. 

"Well thanks for telling me about this place, I thought I would come down and check it out."

"No problem babe.," Chad said, "Just hang with me and you'll be fine." And then he bent down toward her conspiratorially as if to impart some great secret, but he said it loud enough for me to hear. "I know people here. Important people who like make the world spin.," he grinned and added, "Sometimes we help each other out. I might not be in my job long if things go well."

I tried not to laugh. I really did, but the corners of my mouth turned up slightly. He must have noticed because the line of bullshit stopped immediately and Chad glared at me as if daring me to challenge his words.

"I need a drink." he announced. "Rachel if you want, we can hang out in a bit. I have to go see some people." 

I noticed he did not offer to bring us or at least Rachel a drink. 'Rude and full of shit', I thought.

"Okay sure." Rachel replied not noticing the edge in his voice.

He turned and walked away toward the bar.

I turned away from him not trusting myself not to burst out in laughter at any moment. So this is the big crush. Chad the pissant. Chad from down the hall who is in 'print'. Chad who knows 'people'. In other words Chad the Dickhead bullshit artist who thinks he's a big fish or on his way to becoming one anyway. 

What the fuck was Rachel thinking? This guy was 90% bullshit and 10% con man. But he was attractive. There was no denying that. In fact he was a little more than attractive, he was hot. Rachel was not the first 18 year old to let a line of bullshit and a pretty face talk her into doing some pretty fucked up shit. 

I remembered my first crush like that. I was 18 and I was so in love with this 23 year old that was 'oh so mature' (or at least he was in my head). My relationship consisted of him fucking me in his car twice a week because he lived in his parent's basement and had no job. I also remember it ended when he asked me if I wanted to go on a camping trip with him and his friends only to find out that I was supposed to be the sexual entertainment for the weekend. I remember kicking him in the balls when he wanted me to suck his cock in front of his friends and then making him drive me two hours home. 

What a winner. Just like Chad.

Rachel turned to me and squeezed my upper arm, "So what do you think? Isn't he hot?" she asked genuinely grinning.

I smiled and tried not to let my own feelings show through too much. "Very." I replied. "So are you two going out?"

"Well no, but at least he knows I'm alive. He is the one who told me about this place and how it's where all the Chicago underground hangs out. He's really connected with the social scene and he knows all sorts of people." She said this last part in a whisper implying the sorts of people he knows might be dangerous.

I understood a lot more now. Rachel had probably fantasized about Chicago for years and knew there was a seedy side to the city that she had only come in contact with through newspapers and television. The thought of exploring Chicago's 'dark side' was exciting to her.

Then out of the blue, here comes Chad, a handsome guy from the city who claims to be 'connected'. She was not the first young woman to be seduced by a scuz-ball like Chad, but all in all he probably was harmless. He was just some prick who had convinced himself he was important and liked to play at being connected. He probably watched 'Goodfellows' twice a week. The reality of the Chicago crime scene, at least the organized part, was not really as dramatic as the movies and the news made it out to be. 




The Game Ch. 07 Pt. 02



The really connected people would no more tell their girlfriends about their 'jobs' as they would tell them about the time they caught VD from a hooker on Halsted Avenue. 

Michelle had once dated a guy who was the real deal, as they say, and for the first 3 months of their relationship she didn't even know it. She found out by accident when she found a scrap of paper with the name of a restaurant and a time written on it next to the phone. The time was odd because it said 3AM. She didn't think too much of it, but the next weekend the restaurant burned down at 3AM. The news suggested it a front for organized crime. 

And that's all Michelle ever knew. That's all there was, one scrap of paper with a name and time on it. No men in overcoats, no FBI agents dressed in black hiding in trees. 

Just a piece of paper. Michelle was not stupid though and began thinking about her new boyfriend. Things had a way of not adding up in a way that only hindsight could see. She never confronted him.

Michelle ended the relationship without telling him why the next morning. After that the guy, Robert, called her a couple of times, but eventually let her go. Thank God. 

That guy was scary. Not because he was different than other guys, but because he wasn't. Hell I thought he was a nice guy and had double dated with them. Two years later the FBI came by her house asking questions. When it became obvious Michelle had no idea what they wanted and had not seen Robert in two years, they told her that he was found in a shallow grave outside of Joliet. They think he had been there for at least 6 months and had been killed by a bullet in the back of the head. 

Michelle insisted on going to the burial. I went with her but thought it was a bad idea. But she had cared for him so we went. We decided to stand back and pay our respects from afar. When the procession arrived it was surprisingly short. I had envisioned lines of limos with hundreds of people speaking in Italian and vowing revenge. 

In reality I counted 31 people including the funeral home staff and minister. No one wailed and cried. No one shouted in Italian. We didn't notice the FBI taking picture from behind trees. In twenty minutes the service was over the small crowd dispersed. No one socialized or hugged even. Most seemed like they were their out of duty rather than desire and when it was over they scattered. The last two to leave were his parents. Even they seemed more resigned than surprised by their son's brutal murder. They got into a light blue Toyota and left. Michelle and I walked back to our car and did the same. Not exactly the stuff movies are made of.

Chad was definitely no Robert. Chad bragged too much and wanted to show off how cool he was. Chicago was as full of wannabe gangsters as Hollywood was full of wannabe actors.

I decided to let Rachel have her night of fantasy. I had seen enough of Rachel's innocence pale in the light of reality in the last 24 hours, and I didn't want to see more of it slip away this night. I would have a talk with her in the morning over coffee that she was more likely to see the dark side of Chicago in Dubuque Iowa as she was here. I might even tell her the story about Michelle's Robert so that she got the glamorized version of the mob out of her head. But for tonight, I decided to let it be what she wanted it to be. 

"Earth to Aunt Sara?" Rachel's voice said from somewhere.

I turned toward her and she was looking at me questioningly. "Are you okay?" she asked.

I smiled and said, "Yeah sorry, I kind of spaced there. I think I have had enough vodka."

She grinned and said, "Well then let's go dance it out of you."

Before I could protest or even speak, she had taken me by the wrist and was leading/dragging me through the crowd that was starting to thicken. I followed her, not unaware that I was clearly one of the older chicks in this crowd. I doubted if I would get picked up tonight noticing the skinny, half dressed, 20 year old girls all around me. But what the hell, it's sometimes fun to pretend you are still young.

Rachel staked out a spot dead center in the middle of the dance floor and began swaying her hips and body to the music. I joined her and had to admire her. She danced well, albeit provocatively. But then again that was how everyone was dancing. The women outnumbered the men on the dance floor two to one, and Rachel and I were not the only two women dancing with each other. 

The music changed and a new song came on that was fast and blaring and reminded me of noise. Apparently I was the only one who thought so, because the density on the dance floor increased immediately and Rachel and I were pushed closer together. She put her right hand on my left hip as she swayed. She was smiling at me and rolled her hips in time with the music as if using me as a brass stripper pole. I laughed and ground my hips back toward her in a sexually mocking way having fun and cutting loose.  

I looked around. A few of the men on the dance floor watched us, but we were really nothing special. I saw two young women near us kissing and rubbing each other's breasts. On the other side of us, a woman was bent over at the waist as a man behind her ground his crotch into her ass. Dancing had definitely changed since I was 20.

I looked over Rachel's shoulder and saw Chad approaching carrying two drinks. He smiled his fake smile and handed them to us and we both drank heavily enjoying the cold taste of vodka and orange juice in the heat of the dance floor. 

Chad then took up a position behind Rachel. His hands found her hips and she momentarily looked startled. She looked back as he pulled her into him, mimicking doggie style sex. 

Rachel grinned and blushed at the same time, but made no effort to move away. Rather she pushed her ass back against him simulating sex all the while moving in time to the music. I was pushed almost on top of her by the ever increasing crowd thinking, 'What a dickhead'. 

Chad and Rachel were forced to stand as the crowd pushed in around us, and I was pushed into her making a "Rachel Sandwich" with me on once side and her crush, Chad, on the other. We danced like this for perhaps ten minutes.

When the music finally stopped the crowd erupted in approving applause, and Rachel whispered in my ear, "God his cock is as big as Tim's." 

I was feeling giddy and just laughed. It must have been the alcohol but it was hitting me hard and all of the sudden. How did I get so drunk so fast, I wondered. 

Rachel was grinning and swaying in a disconnected way that someone who has had too much to drink does. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to lose herself in the moment. I found myself wanting to follow her lead into the abyss Zen she seemed to have found. 

'The lights are so pretty here' I thought as I let my vision wander toward the dance floor lights suspended from the ceiling. Each light now held an unfamiliar halo glow and I smiled to myself thinking that nothing in the world mattered except feeling good right at this moment. And I did feel good. The throb of the music had an almost palpable texture. My skin seemed alive to every sensation and the feel of the crowd around me felt wonderful as if I was part of a greater whole. 

Somewhere deep down I thought I heard a mental alarm go off, but then it was lost in the perfection of this moment. Nothing could be wrong that felt so wonderful. I smiled at nothing and found it to be wonderful.

I looked down and saw Rachel returning my smile with her own radiance. 'God she is beautiful' I thought. I wanted to kiss her now so badly that it was almost a compulsion. I took her hands in mine and pulled her to me in time to the music. I wanted to feel her body and the radiance that she held. I did not kiss her, but rather felt her warmth and softness against my body and shivered with sexual desire so strong that it was overwhelming. My God I was so horny I could barely stand it. 

I felt a hand encircle my waist and a body press against my back. I turned to see a twenty something man smiling at me tentatively. He was tall and blond sexy. Without thought or consideration I kissed him on the mouth. I wanted to taste him. He was gorgeous. I licked his lips and plunged my tongue into his mouth. His hands began kneading my breasts in a way that was both untalented but felt so wonderful. 

My hand found his jeans and massaged his hardening cock. God I wanted him. 

I broke the kiss momentarily and turned to Rachel who was in a deep lip lock with Chad. Part of me envied her. Chad was sexy as hell and didn't seem nearly as offensive as I originally had thought. I imagined Chad and my unknown man fucking me hard and fast and felt a hot warmth flood my pussy. God I wanted to fuck.

I took Rachel by the hand and drew her near to me. Chad looked confused but then he saw the lust in my eyes and only smiled. 

Something was wrong here, but my mind seemed dull and unable to sort it out. Part of it was the immense overwhelming beauty I felt all around me and my sudden and deep desire to fulfill my sexual desire.

"God Aunt Sara you are so fucking sexy," Rachel said giggling and licking her lips. "I want to tear off all my clothes right now and fuck everyone."

Hearing her speak like this in the middle of the dance floor would have been shocking to me, but under the circumstances I knew exactly how she felt. This time I did kiss her and she kissed me back. The kiss was hungry and full of passion. Somewhere in the background I heard Chad say, "Fuck yeah!" and heard him high five my mysterious man. I didn't care. I was lost in a haze of lust and the warmth of Rachel's mouth. 

Rachel and I were pried apart by unseen hands that eventually materialized into Chad's and my boy toy as I had come to think of tall, blond, and sexy.

"You two want to party?" Chad asked Rachel. 

Rachel smiled and was about to say something when she turned to me. She whispered conspiratorially, "I think I'm going to finally get laid." And then she giggled. 

I found myself giggling with her. Deep down I heard my alarm bells again, louder this time, but again they were lost in a haze of lust and desire. I only wanted to be with Rachel and fuck and fuck and fuck.

"Let's go upstairs." Chad suggested smiling. I watched him take Rachel gently by the arm and lead her toward a staircase at the other end of the building. Likewise, tall, blond, and hard began pulling me that direction. I bit my lip feeling a moment of indecision flow through me. Is this what I really wanted to do? 

And then I saw Chad's hand on Rachel's ass. Her skirt flipped momentarily giving me a view of her perfect ass and all indecision left me. I followed. Wanting.

To Be Continued....



The Game Ch. 08



Forward to the Reader and Fans of The Game:

First let me apologize to those readers who were disappointed enough in the cliffhanger ending of the last chapter to send me such colorful emails! I take it as a compliment. And yes I am here on some levels to tease you. 

However there are also those that request me to post frequently even if the work is not complete. On a particularly long chapter I try to do this. 

I am touched that I was able to illicit such an emotional response with my words, and as an author it is tremendously flattering to have people emotionally attached to the characters. 

To that insightful reader who has noticed that this series has drifted further and further from The Game to more of a character exploration of Sara and Rachel I say "Bravo" for noticing and being kind enough to share your thoughts without criticism. 

I am aware of the tangent I am on, but this story has taken on a life of its own. I would never have ever thought it possible for me to consider writing the volumes that I have posted to date, and it is overwhelmingly daunting to not see an end in sight. 

As I think of the next few chapters that I can imagine (and as I have become more comfortable sharing myself with you, the reader) I needed to share with you who Rachel is, and how she became who she is. 

I tried to write her into the story without background, but without context she felt hollow and imaginary. She is definitely neither, so I have dutifully deleted that chapter off my hard drive and banished it to wherever ideas go to die. 

But fear not loyal reader (I think there are at least two of you), we will return to Ron's and Sara's game soon enough. It really is the focus of the story, but for now take the time to get to know Rachel. She really is a wonderful person, and we should all strive to be more like her. 

And for those of you who hate cliff hanger endings, I suggest you wait until Chapter 9 is posted to read Chapter 8. 

Fair warning so stop your bitching! 

Just kidding! Bitch all you want. I thrive on feedback.

Chapter 8: X2

The staircase spiraled once in its thirty foot ascent over the throng that danced below. I could smell the sweat and heat of the crowd that seemed to drive my sexual frenzy. I watched the ebb and flow of the crowd that was like a stormy sea from this height. No longer a group of individuals, but a pulsing living organism of its own, made up of hundreds of people moving in rhythm to the music.  I licked my lips.  My mouth was as dry as cotton, but I felt the energy of the crowd below me and my own burning lust as I followed Rachel up and up.

At the top stood a single framed steel door painted black. Chad stood talking to another man who was not dressed up for show. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with an over jacket that hung slightly to one side. Perhaps it was the booze or the drugs (there was really no doubt that I had been given some drugs), but I didn't notice the shoulder holster and handgun hanging below his right arm pit. In retrospect, I wondered if I would have even cared in my current state. I was living in the moment as they say, and at the moment I was nothing but horny. Rachel seemed in a similar state.

After a few seconds of discussion, the man at the door shook his head and opened the door. Chad handed the man a five dollar bill and was oblivious to the roll of the man's eyes.  Chad and then Rachel disappeared through the door into the waiting darkness. I followed eagerly and the last of my internal alarm bells were ignored. 

Sweat was the first thing I noticed. I smelled sweat as soon as I walked through the door. Not old gross sweat, but fresh 'in the middle of fucking' sweat. The smell made me tingle with desire.

I found myself in a long hallway with light glimmering at the other end. I could hardly see anything and as soon as the door shut behind me, all sound from the club was gone. I felt my boy toy's hand on my ass and it felt comforting. A chill went up my back as I paced a foot behind Rachel and Chad.

Rachel was leaning into Chad, and he was rubbing her ass as he walked and supported her. His other hand must have been fondling her erect nipples as I heard her whimper with desire. The sound made my own pussy burn and ache for attention. My mind was an X-rated movie with me as the star. Mouth, pussies and cocks were all around me in my mind. This is what I craved and so intensely that I felt that without satisfaction I may die from my own desire. 

The hallway opened up into a room and my first sight was an attractive 20 something black woman. She was naked and bent over the back of a lounge chair. Her breasts were small and her nipples stood on end. Behind her a white man was thrusting himself into her, hard and fast. She was moaning her pleasure and took no notice of us although she must have seen us. 

I was mesmerized and could not take my eyes off her. The blond man behind me unzipped my skirt and I let it fall to the floor. I was biting my bottom lip as the man reached his climax and withdrew himself from the woman. She whimpered in frustration as the man jerked himself to orgasm on her back. A thick spray of white semen erupted from the man and painted wet striped across the woman's backside. I shivered in mini-orgasm at the sight of them.

I felt like we were the next item up for bids in the price is right and I couldn't wait.

I turned to Rachel. She was pressed against the wall with Chad kissing her madly and pawing at her. She was naked except for her socks and I grinned at the image. I also lusted. She wrapped her naked, sock clad legs around Chad as he pinned her against the wall and grinded herself against him. 

Chad slid her into the light of the room but continued to dry fuck her against the wall. Her shirt and skirt lay in a heap. The socks she wore were amazingly erotic wrapped around Chad's body. 

I felt my underwear slide down my legs and nimble fingers massage my clit. I closed my eyes in the bliss of it. I was then led to the wall next to Rachel and pressed against it. I had somehow lost my socks, but still retained my blouse. Blond guy pressed up against me and our mouths met hungrily. His cock pressed against me through the thin fabric of his pants. I thrust my cunt hard against his cock. I wanted it inside of me more than anything in the world. 

My hands were pushed above my head and my left made contact with Rachel's right. We held hands while Blond guy licked my swollen nipples. 

I heard Rachel grunt as Chad pushed himself into her. She squeezed my hand telling me she was full of his cock. 

His pants bunched around his ankles, as Rachel was pinned next to me against the wall. I watched him fuck her. Her pussy slick and wet with her excitement, and Chad's cock pushing into her and then sliding out pulling her lips slightly with friction as he did Then he would plunge deep into her and she would groan with desire. I could smell her and almost taste her excitement. 

Blond guy pushed into me a second later and deep. My slick cunt opened wide and took him in one deep thrust of his ass. I pulled him tightly against me with my right hand still grasping Rachel's with my left. I thrust hard against him trying to push back to gain a deeper penetration. I wanted him to fuck me in half. I wanted him so bad. It felt so wonderful, but I did not cum which surprised me. I was sure I would cum like a geyser at the lightest touch, but I did not. 

I could feel the desire building and building, but I could not crest. I fucked him harder and felt him speeding in his urgent thrusts. 

I begged him not to cum. "Please make me cum. Don't cum yet." I cried as I felt him building inside me. I wanted so badly but could not cum. Oh God he was close and I was so close but yet not there. What was happening?

"Fuck me." I screamed.

"Yeah fuck her!" an unexpected reply came. 

I looked over his shoulder to see a small group of men watching us with drinks in hand. Not 20 somethings from the club, but men. Some of them were in there 30s, but many were older yet. They glared lecherously at me and I wondered what I looked like in their eyes. What was I to them?

I wondered briefly who they were but was too lost in the sex to care. 

Rachel was urgently rocking her hips as if trying to push herself toward orgasm. I was doing the same against blond guy's cock. He was nothing but a masturbation toy for me at this point. There was no intimacy here. No feelings. He was just a cock to fuck, and a tool to make me cum. I fucked him hard pushing myself harder to cum, but yet I could not climb over the top of the erotic peak to the wonderful orgasmic release I sought. I fucked harder.

Chad came first grunting into Rachel and emptying himself in her. She cried out her frustration, and I once again thought of the black woman who was now no where in sight. 

Blond guy came a second later inside of me, and I could feel his hot seed filling my molten but unsatisfied pussy. "Fuck you came." I uttered as I was being lowered to my feet. 

Laughter erupted behind me and I once again noticed the men. Blond guy flushed with embarrassment and for a second I saw anger flash in his eyes. I was sure he would hit me, but instead he shrugged and turned away from me and left. 

Chad was zipping up his pants smiling. "You are quite a fuck Rach." He said smugly. "So glad you stopped by."

Then he too turned to leave. I was horny and confused, but somewhere in the back of my brain I was also starting to sober up. My alarm bells were back. We needed to get the fuck out of here. 

Rachel was masturbating openly trying to get herself off. She was focused on nothing but Cumming.

I almost dropped my own hand to my cunt. But then a part of my mind seemed to wake up. This was insane. What are we doing? I grabbed Rachel by the shoulder and pulled her to a standing position. 

I picked up my skirt and threw Rachel hers. "Get Dressed." I said as I surveyed our surroundings without the complete blindfold of lust. 

We were in a room that was approximately 30 feet long and an unknowable depth. At the end of the room we occupied was what appeared to be a living room type area. There were televisions and lounge chairs and a bar at one end. The other end was dark, but I could see shadows and shapes. I sensed this was a secret place and danger lurked for those bold enough to discover them. 

Shadows of people moved in the darkness and I was surprised that I had not noticed them before. Quiet murmurs reached my ears and I felt very naked and vulnerable although I was more dressed than I had been seconds earlier.

Rachel seemed to be coming around, but more slowly. 

A feeling of dread came over me. I took Rachel by the hand and pulled her hurriedly back down the long hall. I pushed open the black door into the club and almost knocked over the man who let us in.

"Easy Ladies." He said grabbing both of our arms. 

"Let go of me fucker." I snarled. 

His face went hard and cold so fast it was like watching a Dr. Jekyll transformation. His eyes were like cold blue furnaces. His lips became a thin white line. 

"Just a second I think." He said calmly while gripping my arm to the edge of pain. Something in his eyes did not allow for discussion.

He tapped something on his belt and spoke into an earpiece/microphone set that I hadn't noticed before. "Two on the run. I need a decision." He said to God knows who.

"Yes Sir. Chad brought them in." he spoke and then paused.

"No sir. Never before." Another pause stretched out for what felt like hours. 

"Yes sir." He spoke finally.

The man turned to us and smiled. Once again he was a friendly doorman. My stomach knotted. 

"You ladies have a nice night. If you need a ride home, you can ask Maurice at the front door." And then he released us. 

For a second or two I couldn't move. But then I found I could. I turned and began to pull Rachel down the spiral stairs. Before we descended three of them the door man called after us, "And ladies, I suggest that you not come back here and just forget anything that may or may not have happened on the other side of that door." There was no trace of humor in his cold voice.

His voice trailed off as we descended. At the bottom, I pushed through the crowd with Rachel in tow. I did not head toward the front door, but rather an emergency exit at the back that I had noticed earlier. 

Fuck Maurice and his ride. I was getting out of here right fucking now. 

I hit the door with the force of my weight and it swung open hard banging against the brick alley wall. I stepped into the relative quiet and clean air of the Chicago night and ran pulling Rachel behind me. I felt anything but clean, but it was better than being in that place. The smells of sex and sweat of that place no longer aroused me. My stomach rolled and my body threatened to empty my stomach onto the asphalt of the alley. A homeless man smiled a toothless grin at us and he glared at us with empty hollow eyes.

I put my nausea out of my mind. If I puked I would do it while running.  I ran as fast as I could down the alley, all the while pulling Rachel who seemed disoriented and confused. At the end, I was out of breath, and was slowing down. But then I pictured Mr. Doorman in my mind and thought of him changing his mind (or whomever he called Sir) about letting us go. I pictured those cold blue eyes and found I could run again after all.

We hailed a cab two blocks north of Division Street and I gave the driver my address. Only then did I relax a little. Rachel was stunned and frightened. I looked at her and saw not the confident woman she was, but the scarred child she might become. I hugged her tightly and she quivered against me. A block into the cab ride she began to cry. Her tears were a relief. Anyone who could cry was not broken beyond repair.

I pulled her to me and let her have her tears. The cab driver watched us in the rear view mirror. I saw both pity and contempt in those eyes. 

"Just fucking drive." I spat at him, and he looked away as if to say, 'whatever lady'.

And then I felt something I had never felt before: cold fury. 

I felt my own eyes harden in their sockets and I imagined lashing out at the cab driver. It was irrational, but it was there. I could kill him right now, not because he had done anything wrong, but because I was so fucking angry. 

As I held Rachel sobbing into my chest, my fury built into a rage the way a match flame left unattended might grow into a forest fire. My rage built with each tear that wetted my blouse. Each sob was like an oil tanker of fuel for the fire of my rage. It built until it felt like a nuclear detonation inside of me. Rolling flames of rage rolled into a tempest deep in my heart, but also a coldness that numbed my soul. That coldness seemed to numb my feelings and deadened my humanity and somewhere I knew it. But it also was a comforting coldness, and I embraced it willingly even if it meant damnation.

The coldness was hate. Hate for what had just happened. Hate for the fact we were used. Hate for the laughter as we were fucked. Although it was technically date rape, I was also a willing participant, and I hated that part of myself that let my sexual desire drive reason from me. But most of all my hate was for Chad. He was the engineer of our evening, and I swore that I would bring the vengeance of my rage to him. 

That mother fucker was going to pay for tonight as God as my witness. 

* * * * * * * *

When we arrived at my apartment Rachel had stopped crying although red streaks of her tears lined her face. Her eyes were puffy and while she was still pretty, a part of her radiant beauty had died this night. I wondered if it would return in time. Maybe, but probably not the same way it shined before. That also made me angry. 

She looked at me and tried to smile. "Are you okay?" she asked. 

I looked at her dumbfounded. Okay was something I definitely was not. 

She must have sensed the depth of my rage. 

"I mean are you hurt?", she rephrased.

I relaxed. This was not Rachel's fault I reminded myself. Perhaps I should have known better. Definitely should have known better, but I didn't anticipate Chad being more than just a self centered fuck. 

I would not have thought he had the balls to drug us. I had misjudged him. Rachel was not the first young woman in the city to be blinded by the good looks and power, but I had been there. There is a saying: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. This was Rachel's once and my twice. FUCK!

"I'm not hurt Rachel." I said soothingly. "What about you?"

"Not hurt." She assured me. "But…" she stammered. Tears welled in her eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry." And then the flood gates of her humiliation and frustration hit her and she sobbed. Her words broken into a flood of incoherent babbling as the tears flowed with renewed vigor. I pulled her to me and stroked her hair as I soothed her.

"It's not your fault Rachel." 

We stood like this for almost 10 minutes in my living room until her tears and sobs subsided. Finally she spoke again.

"I feel like such an idiot."

I smiled at her and said, "Well you probably deserve that feeling, but cut yourself a little slack. He was hot."

She laughed a horse wet laugh able to find perhaps the only shred of humor in an otherwise unfunny situation. 

"I need to shower." She said as we parted. "I feel gross."

I could relate to that feeling. I led her to the bathroom and helped her strip out of her clothes. She stepped into a steaming shower and I collected her clothes and took them to the trash can in the kitchen. I stripped out of my clothes where they joined Rachel's. I could never again even look at them let alone wear them. 

I returned to the bathroom and Rachel and I traded places. As the hot water cascaded over me, I let the cleansing water clean my body. I tried also to let the feeling of cleanliness wash the stain from my mind and heart. That spot seemed much tougher to clean away than physical remnants of the night.

After the shower, Rachel and I retired to the living room. It was just after midnight and on any other non-work night, the night would be young. 

I poured two snifters of brandy and joined her on the couch. Neither of us spoke as we sipped our drinks. We both knew we should talk. In fact we had to talk about this. If we didn't, by morning the event would have changed in our minds eye to something different than it was now, and we would never be able to move past it. 

I didn't know if we could anyway, but there was a rapidly closing window on how we felt about the night's events. At this moment Rachel and I were still connected to each other in the hell that was this night. Should we sleep, that thread would be broken and the memory of tonight would be filed away in our own 'personal hell' file of our psyche. It would be like a cancer that slowly ate away at our relationship and perhaps more. Every time we saw each other in the future, part of us would be reminded of the feeling of humiliation and regret of tonight.  

The only hope for salvation of our relationship was to talk about it. To not file it away, but acknowledge it. To strengthen that bond between us so that it was a shared hell so it would not rekindle embarrassment or humiliation at the mere sight of each other. 

The silence between us now was pregnant with both hope and doubt. The air itself felt ready to burst. I wondered if I should break the uncomfortable silence, but instinct told me that to do so would be damaging beyond words. So I sipped, and waited.

Rachel looked at me over the rim of her glass. She was not drinking, but smelling the strong liquor inside. She did not smile at all. 

For a minute I thought she would just get up and go to bed. I am sure she considered doing just that and the thought filled me with dread. But then I saw a steely resignation come across her eyes with the faintest sigh. 




The Game Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The last drop

"Jarred"

I know you saw your latest ex the other day, you called and informed me he was dropping by, which was sweet, but you also jotted down his number, which you failed to mention. I know why, I'm not entirely ignorant, and it hurts a little. Though I love you with all that I am, I know you need something else, and I allow you your flings, but he scares me. You are so exquisite and I remember you whispering in the dark about how amazing he was and how you didn't like him much, but worshipped his manhood whenever you had the chance. And, though I had asked the question that led to this admonition, it struck me to the core, being as how it was so brutally honest.

So, knowing that you have seen him, I worry. Not because you will leave me to love him, I know your love is for me, but I also know how you feel about him and you've described the things he's made you try and done to you. I felt raped then, knowing that another man had done those things to you and how you had secretly liked them so much. But, with his return, I now know that I will have to compete with more than just strangers, I have to compete with your personal favorite and the one who could talk you into anything, anywhere. Now I am truly tormented and confused. Will you betray me again? Or would you at least share your interests and make it a part of the game willingly? I only want to see you happy and die when you are sad, so I just want you to tell me and not deny your feelings for me, or anyone else. But I know what will happen, I will get paranoid and check up on you, and you will mouse around and be impossible to find. Then you will get angry with me for being nosy and asking questions, while smiling internally at the joke on me and then, eventually, I will catch you in the act and we will have it out. This is not what I want for us, but I suspect it is what you wish of me, to see me stand up for you in-front of him, to butt-heads with another buck for your attentions and to win you rather than have you. You are a wicked woman in every respect, yet my groin yearns for your sweetness every minute of every day and I am drawn to follow you into one trap after another, knowing that I will hate and love every second. 

So today, while I stay at home and you go to work, I think of you and how you slipped his number out of yesterday's jeans and into your pocket this morning, you are far from sly. And I have to wonder why, to make contact? To make plans? Will you see him on your days off? I love you so much that it tortures me to think of you with him, the way he holds you, the way he kisses and makes love to you. Will you still want me when I come home? Am I man enough to be the one you return to? If the answer is yes, then I don't mind. You are a goddess, a living, breathing example of a perfect woman still trapped inside a girl's body. You are so delicate and soft, so breathtaking in your beauty; I only wish to serve you, knowing that others will do the same to gain your attentions, but knowing you will return to me.

Its not that I mind, I know you like to have your secrets; it drives you crazy to think of my jealousy if I only knew. Isn't that what you said to me that day? If I only knew, though I couldn't be sure if you were trying to tell me that I have a small cock, or if you were trying to tell me that you have other lovers who are bigger and better. I know you do, and I don't mind, I've always sort of known I didn't measure up, but you love me still and pretend to enjoy my touch, my kisses, and my manhood, so I am content. But I want you to share, to tell me of your adventures and quit being so sneaky, I want you to fuck other men, as long as you come home and make love to me, it doesn't matter where you were or whom you were with. I live to see you happy and I know that your "friends" can serve you well and fill your lovely slit with what you love most. I just want you to remember to serve me when you get home.

So here is your permission slip, be nasty and do what wicked things you wish to do, just don't forget about me. I'll be here waiting, while you slip other men into your luscious mouth, tug on them with your gentle hands, or beg them to fuck you over and over, I'll be here patiently waiting for you to return. I don't mind the fact that they stretch you out and spurt jism inside you, I know how much you love it, and though you don't seem to like sucking my dick, I know that you probably do it to them for the thrill. Sitting in their car, parked in an alley behind your work. It must be hard to resist; not having much room to fuck and eventually growing tired of making out

And being fingered in the front seat, you yearn for their stiffness and decide to lean over and try to please them in the short amount of time you have together. I think of it often, imagine it when I kiss you, knowing that another man may have just spurted his load in your mouth and sent you home to me. Knowing that you like to humiliate me, I try to forget the insults and the quiet comments about my penis, knowing that you get mad and the truth comes out, but hoping that you love me for who I am and not for the size of my cock. I know I am lost in you, you are a tiny girl, but you've come home so dilated from being with other men, that my little dick is simply lost inside you. It hurts to remember what you say to me when you are angry; you are so straightforward that it doesn't even occur to you that you have crushed my ego. That day when we fought on the phone and I started to say I felt used and you laughed so hard when you said, "Yeah, I'm just using you for you huge cock," and hung up. It cut me to the quick, knowing that you honestly think that I have such a tiny member, and knowing that you've compared it to all the other lovers you've had. You told me when we first started having sex that I was the best you'd been with and had the biggest dick you'd ever experienced, but I learned that it was far from the truth, in fact, perhaps I am the smallest you've ever seen and had. But its O.K. as long as you still want it, I don't care how small you think I am, or how many bigger and better ones you stick inside you, I just want you to worship mine occasionally and tell me about the others while you do it. I imagine, while we make love, what it must be like for you, sneaking out and meeting your lovers, secretly fucking and sucking them, then coming home to me and telling me that your day was boring and uninteresting. I can feel how hot, wet, and sticky you are inside, how horny you must have been for them to still be so drenched in sexual juices when you arrive. You try to act interested and I slip my miniscule erection into you and pump you as hard as I can with my candy cane. You are so sweet, playing the part as though you can feel me inside you; acting like my swollen soldier actually fills and excites you, when I know you are simply reliving your sex with them as I pump away with my insignificant stick. But I love you still for protecting me, though I have discovered the truth now that you brought it to my attention. When I look through the magazines I can't help but compare myself to other men and damn, was I disappointed? I really am small, not even close to average, and I thought I was so big. But I was fooling myself, though I couldn't fool you, and now I see the truth, I'm hung like a baby and you probably laugh everytime I get naked in front of you. No wonder you have so many other lovers, you have to make up for what I lack. One even boasted about his size thirteen shoes in a letter I found. How big was he? Easily bigger than me I guess, but was it huge? Did you love having his massive cock inside you? In all the times you went to visit him, did you ever try to stuff the whole thing in your mouth? No wonder you wanted anal sex that night, you must have been stretched to your limits by him. I remember finding your pants the next day, crusted with more dry cum than I could imagine, and smattered with his dried orgasms, front to back. You are a naughty one, though you still have a hard time being truthful about it, and I love you all the more for coming home to me and playing with my tiny prick afterward. I know that you had already had your fill of cock, but wanting to please me before you passed out. I know he was there when I made you promise to come straight home, watching as I begged you not to go out, knowing that he was going to fuck you good and send you home to me only after he filled and spilled your beautiful cunt. But I waited anyway; knowing that, while I paced the floor at home, you were on your back at his house, being stuffed full of him and loving it. 

So, now that I have disappointed you and you need time away to think, what will you do? I really want to just sit you down and beg you to cheat on me, that way I'll know you're doing it. No more guessing or looking through your things, I want to invite him over and just let the two of you go into the bedroom and get it out of your systems. Fuck until you can't walk, let him drip you from head to toe, do as you please and just end the suspense. I will sit and listen to you call his name while he stuffs you full of his manhood, hear every grunt and moan as you take him inside you. It would be a hellish nightmare, but I won't be able to shut it out. I will peek in on you to watch him slamming himself against you, your legs spread wide and wrapped around his waist, your mouth an "O" of ecstasy as you close your eyes and concentrate on his penetration. I will die inside, my balls will shrink, my stomach-ache, and my cock will hang limp and ashamed, but I will not be able to look away as you kiss him gently and hold him close and he splashes your insides with his hot cum. Even when you are done and he leaves, having given you so much pleasure that you just lay in bed, spread wide and naked, I will come to you. I will ask for permission to touch you, to slip my tongue inside you and taste your excitement. I only want to please you and share your beautiful body, I will do as you ask and consider myself lucky to be allowed. 

You are so amazing; I know that you could handle a room full of men. Pleasing every one of them in turn and taking one huge dick after another, you would wear them out and accommodate even the biggest easily. You are a sex machine, though I didn't know it at first. You are this incredible wave of sexual energy that washes over me and leaves me swollen and full of lust. You alone have this power over me, yet you are unaware of its potential. You can ask anything of me, from the small to the perverse, and I would do it for you. You are my fantasy and my princess, so when I daydream I see you. When I look through a dirty magazine, I look for a girl who resembles you. I picture you there with a throbbing prick in your mouth, smirking at me as you enjoy giving him so much pleasure and knowing that I am watching it all, or spread beneath him and taking him in while you stare at me in an accusing way. It is a naughty secret that I wish to share with you, but you make it so difficult for me to be honest. I have to know what you've done and whom you're doing to have courage enough to talk. I want to share, not inhibit your libido. You may explore as you wish, but I have to know that you'll be willing to confess to me your secrets, that I might enjoy them too, otherwise it is only you having fun and being selfish while I am being used. 

 "Richard"

Now I have discovered something quite new to me and very erotic indeed. Knowing now, as I do, that you are cheating and seeing you come home a little later every night. I am angry and hurt, but secretly, I lust for your wickedness. When you come home, full of him, but in need of me, I waited patiently for you. Imagining what you'd been doing, and going mad with jealousy, until you walked through the door. Quickly past words, I picked you up and tossed you in bed. Rough and angry I tore your clothes away and stripped you to your barest form. I could smell your sex, your excitement, you stunk of a fresh fucking and I was livid with lust. I mounted you and you grasped my prick, stroking it, pulling on it, and wanting it inside you, but it was still limp and lifeless. I simply couldn't make my dick get hard with the thought of him entering you, poling you deep and wide and stretching your pussy out, then sending you home to my hopelessly tiny member to be disappointed. So, worse than normal, my little cock just shrank away to nothing and you gave up on it. Insecure already I had to ask how big your new boy friend is, which sent you spinning out of control, but I held you down and forced you to tell me. Finally, after kneeing me in the groin twice, you gave up escape and, face red with rage, you told me. "He's huge," you screamed. "The biggest I've ever had by far and he hurts me when he fucks me, unlike you, you fucking limp-dicked faggot." You shouted and twisted, kneeing me hard in the balls. "You're so fucking tiny I can't even feel it. I laugh at your little, baby dick every time I see it and all my friends know how fucking tiny you are. I hung up that picture I took of you asleep, where you were about an inch long, on the wall at work the last time you pissed me off and everyone saw it. He fills me, fucks me, and makes me suck his big dick and I love to, I just won't suck yours because yours is a joke, little man."

Mad as hell, but fully erect, I wrapped my scarf around your neck and started to choke you. Sliding quickly inside your burning, wet pussy, I drove my fullness into you as you struggled. Knowing that you like it rough, I kept tightening the scarf around your neck until you turned blue. Cursing you for being such a slut and dipping myself into your wide opening, you moaned loudly and rocked with me as I drove myself into you. Softly you kept saying my name as I pumped and pounded your slick cunt and choked you to the borders of consciousness. Finally, after a tensing orgasm, you lay still and unmoving and I slipped out of your sweet hole and into your sour. Slapping away like mad, I punched my swollen member into your ass and then pulled out and spewed a stream of cum across your beautiful face. Hot jism dripped from your plump lips and ran into your slack mouth as you lay there still. Then, after spreading your legs and burying my tongue in your hot, sticky depths, I slipped my hand inside you and made a fist. Your eyes fluttered open and you licked at the glistening drops of semen on your lips, and looked down at me as I pushed my fist deep inside you and you clamped down on my forearm. Now you were tight, with such a large instrument inside you, you bit your lip and began to moan as I buried my arm in you, filling you to your maximum. You cried out and twitched, you pulled at my hair as I pushed into your deep center. You seemed to love it as I fisted your entrance wide and tongued your swollen clit. When you came it was epic and I was unable to retrieve my arm until you relaxed. Then, hard and ready, I stuffed my prick in your tight ass again and you faked discomfort at my penetration, acting like it hurt so badly to have so much in you, and soon, I came. In steaming, streaming jets of seminal fluid I filled your smallest hole with my intense orgasm and fell on top of you exhausted. 

 "Nick"

So, Christmas time is near and you've found yourself a new piece of meat, the guy who works next door and is always talking to you when I pull up. It's no surprise to me, I've seen the way he looks at you, but I'm slow.

The stuffed animals you hide. The need to go out with your friends, recently, while being so vague about where you're going or where you've been. The call at the hospital to see how you were. I'm not that fucking stupid, deny it all you like, I told you I saw it the other day, when you stepped out from behind the counter and he, not realizing I was there, stepped up to you like he knew you very well. You should have been honest with me about things, I love you, I would listen and try to understand, but you are an island. So I sit here, sad, wondering which of us you spend your day thinking about, it used to be me, but you are a fickle cunt, unwilling to share and too afraid to let go. 

You were off all day yesterday to see your mom in the C.C.U., but when we got home you were ready to fuck and I wonder if you felt the same thing before you got to the hospital that morning. I know you ran here and there, you weren't there all day, so what did you do to make the pain go away? Did you fuck him? Does he sit with you at work while you clean the b-rooms, like I did when we were just getting started? You're a nasty one, does it give you a thrill to lick it and stick it quickly while you hope that no one walks in on you? 

Lately, we've stepped up the kinky-ness a notch, choking you with a scarf until you're blue in the face, fucking you hard and calling you a bitch, you love it. You want more and I'd like to give it to you, but you worry me. You were huge last night, forget that you were slick and ready, you were dilated to the point where I could only feel your wet lips colliding with my pubis, and I was lost in you. I know you don't have a manual, I've looked for one, but you must be sticking something awfully big up there and I need to know what or whom, just to give me peace. I'm not sure I'd do anything different if you came home and confessed. I don't want you to leave. But, last night, when we talked about him and you said you wouldn't let me down (again), I saw a distant and sad look in your eyes, like you knew that wasn't the truth, and I lost all hope. Now I sit here, made small and insignificant by your lies and wonder if you love him or if you just needed a distraction. You've confused me all along, but now I'm just scared of the magnitude of your deceit, what lengths would you go to, to hurt and embarrass me? 6 inches? 7? Maybe even 8? You're a trip and I can't even begin to understand your behavior, but I do know that I am at my wits end, I love you, but you have to go, you're too painful to love and too dangerous to keep.

So I hope it's all worth it, I mean most of the guys who fuck you just do it for sport, while I have wanted to love and protect you all along, but you're an independent and don't want the rules, even though you do want the security. Well, what can I do? You'll see him today; while you work he'll come over and chat with you. While I sit at home and miss you, he'll be there and you can flirt and pass notes and act like school kids while you crush my heart and make me hurt. Is that what you like? Is it kink for you to see me in pain? Do you like the rush of having both of us so close to you, knowing that if we knew what the other one was doing to you we'd kill each other? Or do you secretly dream of having both our cocks in you at once? Is that it? You want to be the center of attention, taking both our erections in a fever of lust, me sliding into your mouth while he pumps his dick into your hot and ready tunnel.

I found your rag the other day, on your day off. Gathering laundry, I found, right beside your nightstand, a rag, dried and crusted with cum, a pubic hair stuck triumphantly in the middle, proclaiming the consummation of the act and its finale. So now I know your secret, while I have always worn a condom, you fuck them natural and let them cum all over you. I saw your panties and pants the next morning after your rendezvous with Richard, now Nick has joined the game and comes to pleasure you in our bed while I am away. Not even cleaning up, you leave your evidence for me to find, your lover's tracks, spit across your stomach and wiped away, forgotten by you, but tormenting me. Do you love it? The best of both worlds, with him pumping away at you and spewing jism into and all over you, then waiting for me to come home and serving me seconds. You always shower afterward, that's how I know you're done for the day, but that doesn't cover the tracks he leaves inside you. I can tell when another man has been inside you, sometimes I wonder if you haven't worked in more than one, so slick and creamy, you are stretched and loose, making me work to pleasure you with my little dick. But I know how to pound you out and leave you tired and sore, you still take me everyday and go along with almost everything I suggest. You lick my ego and have learned to build me up like a woman should. You serve me at a moment's notice and let me pump away at your beautiful entrance whether I am full of blood and hard as a rock or feeling small and giving you the best I can. To you it is my love and you take your fill of me daily, at all hours and sometimes upside-down. You love me when I am huge and fucking you to the beat of Korn, strapped to stay plump and purple with lust for your sweetness. You love me still when it is late and the best I can do is to poke at your inviting depths with an inadequate semi that is swallowed whole by your vast and cunning center, licking at my stiffening shaft and tongue-ing at my balls with your juices. I wait for you when you leave, I think of you until you come back, and I picture your face every second of it. You are my sexual fantasy, living and breathing beauty and light, you are what I think of to get off, alone or with you. You have me by the balls and I am weak when you do not smile, I allow you to twist and squeeze away, letting you take out your frustrations on me. Tell me what you like and I will go along, I dream of your finally opening up and being free and honest with me, sharing your desires with me and taking control of my joystick. I know you love and appreciate me, even at my worst, and you can't seem to leave. I only wish you happiness in your life and want to be a part as long as I am supposed to be I think it is a lesson for me to learn. It has shown me humility and patience, brought me much sadness, but also great heights of joyous rapture. I have learned to do my part and to be the giver, not the taker. I have learned to love in an unselfish way and accept things as they happen. I have learned to love you no matter what the circumstances




The Game Ch. 08



And then she spoke.

"Aunt Sara, I can't believe this happened. I feel so angry and ashamed. I am not even sure what did just happen, but I am so sorry you were there." Her words were softly spoken and carried such regret in them that my heart threatened to break. But also there was that smoldering anger in my heart, and her words seemed to ignite it again. 

"Rachel, I love you. It really was not your fault. Chad drugged us." I said.

"I know." She said looking down at her feet. "But why would he. I don't understand. I all but threw myself at him. I would have fucked him without the drugs. Hell that is why I was there." 

I said nothing. It was brave of her to admit that she was out to get laid. Most of us won't admit that even when it's true. We prefer to tell ourselves that sex 'just happened' or 'I was really drunk and it felt good' or whatever other line of bullshit we tell ourselves when our glands take over the decision making process. 

Why were we as a people so hung up about the need to get laid? It's only like the most basic human drive that exists. I wondered if the world would not be better off if as a species we accepted rather than denied these feelings.

I took a deep breath and said, "Rachel Chad is a fucker and stupid beyond words. He is also insecure about himself as cool as he pretends to be. On some level he believes that is the only way for him to get sex." This had a ring of truth to it, but I also felt there was something else. Something neither of us yet understood. 

"Yeah I guess so." Rachel replied. 

"Do you feel guilty?", I asked her. The silence that followed was the longest of my life. In a sentence I had laid it on the table. This was what it was really all about. Guilt was the cancer that would destroy this young woman and our relationship if we let it. 

"Yes." She replied honestly. "I know I shouldn't. Or at lest I tell myself I shouldn't, but I do. I feel regret and guilt."

And there it was: admission of self awareness and truth. The guilt was no longer an internal cancer, but rather an external enemy to be fought and beaten. There was hope. 

"You are right, you shouldn't. But you will." I said knowingly.

She looked at me with a hint of the radiance that once lived behind her eyes. Yes there was hope in them, for both of us. 

"I can't believe that I let myself go like that. I mean I should have known better. Even when I was following Chad through that door I knew I shouldn't, but ….." her voice trailed off and I remembered that feeling at the door in my own heart. The wanting and desire so strong it blocked out all other thought.

"I know Rachel, it was the drugs. It did something to us. Made us….."

"Horny beyond rational thought?" she finished for me. 

I smiled and said, "Yes that about sums it up."

Then she asked me something that surprised me. "Did you cum?"

I remembered the feeling of wanting to cum. It was like climbing a mountain of illusion. Every time I could feel like I was almost at the top, the mountain grew. I would never peak. 

I shook my head slowly to the question and said, "No. Did you?"

She mimicked the shake of my head and said, "No. I mean I wanted to at the time. God I needed to. But it was like I couldn't get there. I wanted to. God knows I was horny enough that I should have cum if the ceiling fan kicked on, but I couldn't. It was….. It was…. Horrible."

She had summed up my feelings exactly. We sat in silence for a minute considering. Finally Rachel spoke again. "The thing I dread most is going to work."

I had considered this aspect of the situation peripherally, but did not want to confront it until Rachel had. There seemed no reason to add this to the pile of issues we faced at the moment. 

"Will you go back?" I asked almost sure of the answer.

Her face hardened. "Yes. That fucker is not going to keep me from doing what I love." Then her face fell. It was like a revelation hit her hard in the gut. "My camera!" she cried. "My camera is gone!"

I remembered the pictures she had taken earlier in the evening that was somehow a million years from where we were now. She had put it behind the bar of the club for safe keeping. 

For a moment I thought she was ready to get dressed and go get it right this second. I was about ready to begin arguing with her about the folly of that trip, but she got there mentally before she had uttered a word. Her face fell as if someone had died. Her camera was gone. 

* * *  * * * * * 

We talked for another two hours and continued to drink brandy. It may seem strange to think about talking and drinking brandy after the night we had had. But that is exactly what we did, and it felt wonderful. 

We rehashed the night over and over again, each time remembering how we felt and trying to pin point the moment we lost control. Over and over again we shared how we felt at each point in the night. Several times we fantasized about pitching the boys off the staircase and watching them splat like the bugs they were on the dance floor below. But no matter how many times we told the story it always ended in the same place. We were used by Chad who had progressed from "asshole", to "major asshole" to "asshole of the universe" to "evil fuck" by the end of the night. 

And this of course was good for us. We still did not have the stomach to laugh or joke about the events of the night, but we might get there, eventually. And that was good too. It would not destroy us. We would survive.

By 3 AM neither of us was ready for bed although we were tired. We both feared the dreams that may visit us, but also we did not want to break the bond we had formed as our talisman against evil. As long as we talked and drank brandy, we were safe from the world and most importantly ourselves. Neither of us wanted to let go of that feeling. 

But all good things must end, so I took Rachel by the hand. Reluctantly she stood knowing it was time to sleep. I led her down the hall way toward our rooms. Both were on the left, mine first, then hers. I stopped at my door way and hugged her against me. 

"Good night young lady. Try to get some rest. You need it." I said.

"Thanks. You too." She said and kissed me gently on the cheek. 

We parted and I entered my room. I took off my robe and slipped into a t-shirt and then between two cool sheets.

I was drifting toward sleep when my door opened slowly. I rolled to face Rachel and she slowly walked quietly to the edge of my bed. She pulled up the sheet and slid in next to me. She was naked and warm.  "I don't want to be alone." She said. 

I understood and pulled her close to me. Her fingers found my shirt and I allowed her to remove it. It was not sexual, just a desire to feel safe and loved. I needed it to, and it felt right to have her next to me. I held her to me feeling her heart beat against my breast. I stroked the smooth skin of her back and she shivered. 

I kissed her forehead and said, "Sleep well Rachel."

She murmured already going down toward sleep. I closed my eyes and followed. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

The next morning I awoke first. I slipped from the bed and donned my robe. I made coffee and was well into my first cup before Rachel joined me in her robe.

"Sleep okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'm a little sore." She said stretching.

I nodded. I was also a little sore, but we both had had quite a workout the night before. I was sorer from the running than from the sex and I assumed much the same for Rachel. 

Rachel took a sip of coffee and sighed, "So why is it again that I can't just go out and get laid like a normal 18 year old chick. I mean, you know dinner, a movie, sex on the couch or in a bed. Why is it again I have to be drugged or date raped or whatever the hell just happened last night."

I laughed although it really wasn't funny. "Rachel if you still can think about sex after last night, I am sure there is hope."

She shook her head but smiled a little. "I know can you believe it? I think that drug must still be in my system because after all that happened, I still had dreams of sex and woke up horny." 

As Rachel poured her coffee, the door bell rang.

We both looked at each other unknowingly and I shrugged and I moved toward the door.

I turned the knob as Hell waited on the other side.

* * * * * * * * * * *



The Game Ch. 09



A Note to the Reader: 

Hello again cyber-reader of all things porn and smutty. I am writing to you because it has finally happened. I seem to have lost control of my characters, and they have gone on their own way, as they have threatened to do for awhile now. 

No one could be more surprised by this turn of events than I am. It seems that Sara and her band of companions have finally run off the tracks of my imagination and have taken on a life of their own. I wonder sometimes if this happens to other authors (if you have an informed opinion I would greatly appreciate hearing it). 

Do not confuse my loss of control of my characters with insanity. I do not believe for instance that these characters are real (although some are), but rather when I write, the story goes surprisingly in a direction I never anticipated. (So please do not call the nut house for me just yet.)

This has happened 'big time' in this chapter to the point that I found myself writing and writing just to find out what happens; the way I read I am engrossed a particularly good book. When it was finished, I almost deleted it and started over because it is so far off the beaten path (I just could not hit "Empty" on the recycle bin for some reason). 

I have no doubt that the second version would have felt fake and contrived and I thought I owed you, my reader (as well as Sara and Rachel), more than that. 

So I have decided to post Chapter 9, as is, with all its warts showing. 

Another interesting development is the lack of sexual content in this chapter and I wonder if that spells the end for this series in this forum (or any other. I am no Steinbeck, for certain). Ironically, since turning control over to my characters, I believe I have written some of my best work. Do you agree? Do I care? These are two good questions to which I may never know the answer.

Many of you have written me and said that you enjoy my 'character development', which to me means that you have grown to empathize if not like my characters. I appreciate that because I feel the same way. 

So I have decided to post my first 'non-erotic' chapter. Perhaps this is the time where you abandon Sara, Rachel, Michelle, and Ron and move on to more titillating things. If so, I don't blame you. Maybe it's time I uninstalled my word processor for good.

If you want further proof of my 'madness' I have decided to let you, the reader, decide if you wish the story to continue, for I know longer know where it will lead. 

Why would I do such a thing you ask? First of all I am too new of a writer to decide if this story has become old and stale to the reader. Has it gone so far that even the author has trouble finding new ways to put in "the good parts"? And second I have no idea where the story will go, and quite frankly that scares the shit out of me. 

So I have chosen the cowardly approach; I will let you decide.

I am sure that eroticism will find its way back into the story should I continue to write it, but I wanted your vote to be 'fair' without sexual compulsion of the moment coming into it. Michelle would understand.

I don't know how this has happened, except to say that Sara, Rachel, and the rest have become a significant part of my fantasy world. They have grown beyond my ability to control them like puppets on a string. Part of me thinks that this 'problem' should be all of the incentive I need to stop the story and check into the nearest psyche ward. 

No one likes to ride in a car with a blindfolded driver except those that are truly crazy. However, to be honest, another part of me is curious where the ride will lead. What will happen to Sara if I go on? What will where she goes say about me? Those are scary thoughts eh?

So in short I have decided to flip a metaphorical coin, and leave the future of these characters to those of you who have so willingly given me encouragement when I doubted, and the occasional kick in the ass when my words would not come.

If you truly enjoy the characters, this chapter will take you to a new place. If you're in it for the fucking, there is no need to read further. At the end of this chapter you, the reader, can decide what happens next.

I await your decision more nervously than I ever would have imagined......... And now the rant of "the crazy bitch" (as many of you no doubt have called me in reading this far too long monologue) is over... 

Chapter 9: Consequences

The door opened and one man and one woman stood on the other side. The man wore a brown suit that looked very off the rack. He was 5'9 inches tall and graying. His shoes were scuffed and unpolished. His eyes, however, were intelligent and piercing. 

The woman was much younger, perhaps thirty. She wore a conservative outfit with black hair tied back behind her head. She was in great shape and her body looked like that of an athlete. She could have been attractive, but her dress and demeanor made her feel cold to me. 

"Can I help you?" I asked certain they had the wrong door. 

"Sara ?", the older man asked. 

I nodded.

"I'm Agent Jackson and this is Agent Mclean. We are with the FBI. Can we ask you a few questions?" the man said flipping his badge in a practiced move. 

I stood there confused and intimidated. I knotted my robe tighter around me. My mouth was dry and my stomach tightened. The day had just taken on a surreal quality and the edges of the world seemed sharper than they had a moment before as the adrenaline hit my blood.

"May we come in M'am?" the woman asked pushing the door open before the words were out of her mouth. 

"I guess so," I said as she pushed into my living room. Agent Jackson followed me in closing the door behind him. 

Rachel sat on the couch wide eyed as these two strangers pushed into our world. Strangers were something neither of us wanted or needed right now, especially those with guns and badges. My mind raced wondering what this was about. 

It was then that I noticed the brown leather bag that the woman agent of the government carried. It was Rachel's camera bag. 

'Oh shit', I thought.

Rachel recognized the bag immediately and jumped up and attempted to take it from Agent Mclean. "That's mine." She said as she reached for the bag.

Agent Mclean spoke softly but held the bag out of Rachel's reach, "And you are?" she queried.

"Rachel. Rachel ". 

The two agents exchanged a glance that said, "It's them". 

'Oh shit' I thought for the second time in as many seconds.

"Sara, Rachel, why don't we have a seat and talk." Agent Mclean said smoothly leaving no room for discussion. Agent Jackson had somehow magically moved to the couch and beckoned us to join him.

I felt terribly uncomfortable in only my robe with these two making themselves at home in my apartment. I felt naked and afraid and I hated them for that feeling. I wondered if it was an intentional ploy to question us this early when we would likely not be dressed. I suspected it was. 

But what choice did we have. Rachel and I sat on the couch with the agents directly across from us. 

"What's this all about?" I asked boldly hoping to get to the bottom of this.

The agents exchanged glances and this time it was Jackson who spoke, "Ever heard of a club called 'X'?" he asked.

It was Rachel and my turn to exchange glances. I wondered if we looked guilty of something. 

"Yes I have, unfortunately." I said truthfully.

"And were you there last night?", Mclean piped in.

I sighed and said, "You know we were or you wouldn't be here."

"And this is yours?" Mclean said to Rachel indicating her camera bag.

"Yes!" Rachel said fiercely. "I left it at 'X', by accident. It was behind the bar and when we.... Er.... Left, I forgot it." 

Rachel had almost said 'escaped', but caught herself in time. 

"When you..... left?" Agent Mclean asked emphasizing that she did not miss the pause.

"Yes. May I have it back.?" She asked. 

Mclean and Jackson exchanged one of those glances again and Jackson nodded. Mclean handed Rachel her bag. 

Rachel immediately opened it and sorted through its contents. "Where's my film?" she asked.

"Confiscated. Sorry." Mclean answered not really sounding sorry at all. 

I was now really confused. "Maybe you two can fill me in, but what exactly is going on?"

"What time did you leave last night ma'am?" Jackson asked. 

"I don't know. Maybe 11:30. We were home by midnight. I know that." 

"And can anyone confirm that?" Mclean asked.

I felt my temper rising and my eyes going cold. "No they can not."

"Well maybe the cab driver." Rachel said helpfully. I could have slapped her. 

Jackson had magically produced a pen and notebook. "What cab company young lady?"

Rachel stared at him unknowingly. "I don't know. A yellow one." She said with sarcasm.

I sighed in resignation and said, "It was Chicago Checker Cab Company. The driver was a middle aged man with gray hair and brown eyes. I don't know his name."

The agents once again exchanged one of their glances. "And you two say you left before midnight." Mclean asked.

"No I don't 'say it'. That is what happened." I snarled really not liking this condescending bitch. 

"I mean no disrespect." Mclean said sarcastically which only made me madder.

"So you left the club early and then what?" Jackson asked.

"We came back here." I said. "Now why are you so interested in our evening?" I asked again.

"And you got back here by midnight?" Mclean asked again.

"Do you always answer a question with a question?" I asked fuming.

Mclean smiled and said, "No ma'am. I'm just trying to ascertain the time you arrived here last night."

"I already told you we were here by midnight. Maybe before. I didn't check the atomic clock. Now what the fuck is this about?" I snarled at both of them.

"No reason to get upset ma'am." Jackson said in a reasonable tone that further fueled my anger.

"No reason to get upset? Are you kidding? It's before 9 AM; I have had a hell of a day already; and now the FBI is here harassing me and refuses to tell me why. So yes Mr. Jackson I am upset. And you can get the hell out of my house or tell me what is going on." I fumed.

I stood and walked toward the door and started to open it for them.

"Does the name Chad  mean anything to you?" Mclean asked without even beginning to get up. 

I slammed the door and turned back to them. Rachel's eyes were wide with fear at the mention of Chad's name. My face must have gone white. 

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Agents, I don't know what you are getting at, but please spit it out."

Jackson shrugged again as if saying, 'what the hell'. 

Mclean turned to us and said, "Chad  was murdered last night three blocks from 'X'. His head was cut off and body was left in a dumpster." In one fluid moment Mclean produced from her pocket an 8x10 color glossy of Chad's severed head. 

Rachel gasped. I shuddered. Both of us were speechless and repulsed.

Mclean continued, "Now let's cut the shit. You were both at 'X' last night. You probably used drugs and you definitely had sex with Chad. At least one of you did." She paused staring at Rachel whose face would have flushed if it was not so green from staring at the photo. 

"Now Chad is dead and it appears he was killed by some people from 'X'. I want to know who killed him and I think you two have information that might be valuable. So we can do this one of two ways. Choice 1 is you sit your skinny ass back down and talk to us about everything that happened last night, or choice 2 is we drag you downtown in your bath robe, throw you in lockup with the hookers and dykes for a few days and if there is anything left of you after that, we will talk to you then." Mclean said dropping all pretense of civility. 

This woman was deranged with obsession and as dangerous as anyone who had killed Chad. I looked at her eyes and knew she meant to do every word of what she said. She was crazy with power and the reality that she could make good on her turned my blood cold. 

I stood dumbfounded. Tears welled in Rachel's eyes. I looked at her and swallowed my anger. I walked softly to the edge of the couch and sat down again.

"What would you like to know?" I asked in resignation.

Jackson produced a tape recorder. "Everything." he said. 

And I told them.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

When I finished our story leaving out no detail we all sat in silence. Rachel had corroborated many of the historical facts about her meeting Chad at work, her crush on him, and culminating with fucking him in a strange living room above the throbbing dance floor of 'X'. 

It was now nearly noon, but I had no appetite even though it had been dinner the night before since I had eaten. 

Mclean took notes as we covered the story again and again. After the third time she put away her pen and notebook. Jackson stood signaling their departure. He made an effort to shake my hand and said, "Thank you for your help Sara. And you too Rachel."

"Wait a minute." Rachel said. "That's it?" 

I was happy to get Agent Jackson and Mclean out of my house as fast as possible, but Rachel had a point. 

"What do you mean?" Mclean asked with the edge back in her voice.

"Well what happened to Chad? I mean he was an asshole, but someone killed him. Who? Why?" she asked.

Mclean looked uncomfortable for the first time and I enjoyed her discomfort if I didn't know why. Jackson seemed to consider for a minute and sat back down.

"Have you ever heard of a man named Roland Spiegel?" he asked.

We both shook our heads in unison. Jackson said, "Spiegel owns 'X' through a variety of holding companies both here and in New York. He has several business interests that include illegal drug trafficking and weapons smuggling. We are not talking small arms to street gangs here, we are talking about missiles to Syria and Anthrax to Iraq. Since 9/11 the risks of drug and weapons trafficking have increased. It's the agencies number 1 priority and the penalty includes death. It's not an easy case to beat anymore and a lot of the Spiegel's of the world have looked for higher profit, lower risk businesses."

"So he retired and runs nightclubs now?" I asked incredulously.

"Hardly," Mclean said. "Now his interests have moved from distribution to manufacture of drugs. He has hired chemists from all over the world to produce new varieties of recreational drugs."

"You mean like Ecstacy and LSD?" Rachel asked.

"Well crudely speaking yes. But these drugs are so new there are not even hard defined laws against them. The drugs produce euphoria, strong sexual response, and a feeling of godlike power in a few. The feelings people pay big bucks for."

I nodded beginning to understand. "So he uses his clubs to sell these drugs? Right?"

Jackson and Mclean shook their heads as if explaining something to the slowest kid in the class. "I wish that was all he did, but as I said, he is now the manufacturer not the distributor."

"What does that mean?" I asked feeling left out of the discussion.

Mclean turned to me and said, "He uses 'X' to test his drugs not sell them. It's his own personal FDA without the pesky regulations that protect people from dying. He gives the drugs to test subjects and sees what will happen. The reactions in the subjects are recorded and analyzed to further refine the drug."

"One of his drugs looked very promising except that it had the unfortunate side effect of killing anyone who used it within 48 hours. Others caused madness and massive strokes. Still others create this euphoric feeling and cause strong sexual responses." Jackson said.

I thought of the feeling that hit me the night before and was horrified. "And we took some of that shit last night?"

"It appears so." Jackson said. 

"Recorded how?" Rachel asked.

Mclean turned to her. "What?"

"You said the reactions are recorded and analyzed. If they have scientists looking at this from all over the world, how are the reactions recorded? I mean scientists wouldn't collect cocktail napkins that said, 'Got horny' as scientific data, and I didn't see any lab coat types there."

Jackson fidgeted in his seat for the first time, but then said, "They videotape the reactions and then send the video files over the internet to encrypted locations all over the world. So far we have not been successful in intercepting and decoding the recordings. Mr. Spiegel seems to have developed a new type of encryption technology that he has not licensed or share with the rest of the world."

"Oh shit. So right now there is a video of us getting fucked three ways from Sunday on the internet?" I asked.

Mclean smiled and said, "Actually no. We were able to intercept last night's tapes due to our involvement in Chad's murder. They had not yet been encrypted. The tapes are how we found you two so quickly. That and the camera bag helped."

I could not think of any thing to say. I had a million questions, but the thought of the FBI having a video of Rachel and I having sex was not a prospect I had planned on.

"And you are going to destroy those tapes right?" Rachel asked fearing she knew the answer.

Jackson said, "Hardly. They are the only hard evidence of what is going on. We have known about Spiegel for awhile, but the tapes are proof that something nasty is going on. Right now there are 300 Federal Agents world wide investigating him because of those tapes."

I closed my eyes as the enormity of the situation hit me. 300 FBI agents all watching me fuck. And I wondered how long before some pervert in the pentagon uploaded that file to the internet or NBC news just because he was a pissed off bureaucrat. This was out of control.

Jackson must have read my face. "Don't worry Sara, only 4 people have seen the tape. And that is all that will probably ever see it providing we can get Spiegel to court without it."

I saw the trap was just sprung and I wondered what it meant. "Which of course is really why you are here?" I said.

"You are a quick study." Mclean said sarcastically and with distaste for me. I wanted to punch her teeth out of her head.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Mclean handed me her card and said, "We will be in touch. For now just don't plan on leaving Chicago for the next week or two."

"It's a free country." Rachel said defiantly. It was bad timing, but I knew how she felt.

Mclean just smiled and said, "Young lady you are absolutely right it is a free country, but let me tell you what I will do to your freedom should you decide to exercise it. First I wills personally send a tape to your mother who lives at . Secondly I will personally hunt you down and toss your ass in federal prison for obstruction of justice and third, I will make sure you are more famous than Paris Hilton. So use your freedom wisely."

Rachel met Mclean's eyes defiantly, but in them she sensed the same madness I did and eventually was the first to look away. She would not be going anywhere, and neither would I. 

"Wait, what about us?" I said.

Both agents turned to me. "What about the drugs we took? I mean are we going to be okay?" I asked worriedly.

Both agents looked at each other again now visibly uncomfortable. 

Jackson spoke, "Honestly, we don't know. The fact that you seem okay now seems to work in your favor. I think the danger is likely over. All of his drugs that have been horrific have had consequences within 48 hours, but most much quicker."

"So we are either okay or in the next 24 hours we might....", Rachel's voice broke and she could not finish the thought.

"You mean you have sat here for three hours questioning us knowing we may drop dead at any minute?" I said too horrified to adequately convey my revulsion. "We have to get to a doctor." I said. 




The Game Ch. 09



Jackson gripped my arm as I attempted to push past him. There was hardness his eyes, but also compassion and kindness. "It won't do any good." He said softly. "The drugs have already done any damage that is going to be done and metabolize quickly. Your body has already suffered the damage it is going to incur. It's really just a matter of if it kills you or not. You can go to the hospital, but it's still just a waiting game. Here or there makes no difference." 

I whirled around now really angry. "But of course it was important to talk to us before you mentioned this little 'wrinkle' right? I mean what if we didn't cooperate fully knowing we could keel over in the middle of questioning. Wouldn't look good not to get the full report would it." I was pissed off. How could these people act like this.

Mclean said reasonably, "It really won't make any difference one way or the other. What's done is done."

I turned on her savagely. "Fuck you. Maybe you would feel differently if you were the one who drank that spiked screwdriver last night. You fucking cunt." I had never felt hate so strongly as I did for that woman in that moment. 

I slammed the door on them hard. 

I trembled at revelation as I looked at Rachel. I pictured both of us face down in a sopping mess of our own blood and vomit. The image had a premonition quality to it, and the hairs on my neck stood up in fear. 

Rachel and I sat down, neither able to speak, and waited for death or redemption.

The End?

Your comments will determine the future of this series. Please let me know if you wish these stories to continue or if the time has come to let Sara and company leave this imaginary world for another. 

Whatever you decide, please tell me why in your comment, or send me an email. 

Thank you, and should we not meet again. The pleasure has been all mine. 

Sara.