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Notorious Ch. 01

By: BondiLisa



I've never thought of myself as a person who would break rules just for the sake of it, or simply for shock value. But neither am I a person who would abide by convention simply because that is what is expected of her by society. I like to think that I have come to have a sense of right and wrong that allows me to express who I am, while at the same time respecting the people around me. When it comes right down to it, I just don't seem to fit the mould that people expect me to.

I have found that people tend to judge even without meaning to, and as a result, I have become very protective of my reputation. And yet I must admit to enjoying the raised eyebrows that result from me following my heart and venturing to the edges of what polite society considers acceptable. This makes having to restrain my behaviour even more frustrating, and even being restrained I still manage to earn a reputation for being wild.

I realised recently that I have a group of friends who are almost completely isolated from all of my other friends; a situation which I thought might give me an opportunity to explore my wilder side in safety. I met these people through a friend from a past job, and they have no contact with my current work colleagues or any of my other friends. The small number of my girlfriends that have met them have found them a little dull because they are older than we are, for the most part in their mid to late thirties, but I find them fun to have a few quiet drinks with, and it doesn't hurt that all but one are men and completely enthralled by me.

During my recent trip to Europe I had been completely free, with no need to consider consequences, and had found it a liberating experience. This fuelled my desire now to see how far we could take it, come what may. I decided I would sleep with as many of the men in this older group of friends as possible. The more I thought about it, the more the prospect of being the subject of their gossip aroused me. I would be exposing more of my secret self than I ever had before, and I was simultaneously scared and thrilled. I told myself that even if things went awry and the gossip grew out of control, none of my other friends would ever hear about it.

Having made my decision I resolved to put it into action at the next opportunity. I had to wait a little while, but the perfect occasion was a charity cocktail party the following week. These events aren't formal, but everyone puts a little extra effort into looking their best. I must admit I have always enjoyed getting dressed up and going to functions with a little swank. It adds to my enjoyment to wear a slinky dress with nothing underneath it. I find it a delicious combination of class and wantonness.

I bought a little black dress especially for the evening. It was a little too short and a little too clingy, but it was Guess, so it was also beautiful, and perfect for what I had in mind. Combine it with black stay-up stockings, stilettos, and no underwear and I had the perfect combination of chic and availability.

I made a stir when I arrived. Thinking about my plans had me very aroused, with my face flushed and my nipples erect. Tonight I was going to sleep with one of my friends, someone I had known for over a year. I hadn't decided whom I would take to bed yet. I would play that by ear. It didn't really matter who ended up in my bed tonight, as I intended that over the next few weeks or months they would all be in my bed at some point. All of these thoughts had me feeling very sexy, and people must have picked up on my mood. I felt like everyone was watching me as I paraded through the room. I was relieved to see one of my friends, Ezra, across I room. I gave him my best smile and headed in his direction.

"Hello, Ezra," I said.

"You look stunning tonight darling," he said, "I think you've even outdone yourself."

"Thanks, Ezra, you're looking quite dashing yourself," I replied, my smile growing with his compliments.

I leaned in and we exchanged kisses on the cheek. As we did so he put one hand on my shoulder and with his other hand he gently squeezed my arse. Ezra is always trying to grope me and usually I would slap his hand away or hit him in mock offence. Tonight though, I just drew our bodies together and let the kiss linger while his hand wandered over the cheek of my arse.

"Now, now, Ezra, you know that if you bruise the fruit you have to pay for it," I said, as I slowly drew his hand away from my arse, sliding it up my arse and across my hip to his side.

"And how much would that be?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Way more than you could afford, Ez," I replied, "but you can start by buying me a wine. I'm dying of thirst."

"Sorry, so remiss of me," he said, as he patted my hip and turned toward the bar.

As he walked away, I was beginning to wonder if I had given his hands a little too much encouragement. He looked like a man who was sure he was going to get laid that night. I certainly didn't want any one of my boys to become too territorial. My goal was to be shared, and possessiveness was not going to help.

I moved around the group, saying my hellos and giving everyone kisses. I allowed myself to be touched much more than usual, and I graciously accepted the compliments on my appearance that were no more than my due.

I could feel eyes from all around the room moving over my body. The attention I was getting, as well as all of the touching, was keeping me very aroused. I could feel the moistness in my pussy and from the tingling in my nipples I knew they were still hard and would not be going down any time soon.

After saying hello to everyone I found myself chatting with Jim. We had met only twice before and I had been attracted to him both times. I suspected the attraction was mutual and I resolved to find out for sure tonight.

He was about the only one who had not tried to feel me up. He put his hand on my shoulder and held me firmly while he kissed me. My dress leaves my shoulder bare, and I could feel the heat of his hand on my skin. As he moved towards me to kiss me he looked directly into my eyes. There was definitely a connection between us.

After kissing me he ran his eyes up and down my body. Most men steal a glance at me and look away quickly when I catch them. He was drinking me in with his eyes right in front of me and it was really turning me on.

"Do a turn for me," he said, "so I get the full effect."

"Okay," I said, as I turned.

I turned slowly with an exaggerated swing of my hips with each step. I knew that he would be looking at my arse, and it excited me. I hoped he would look closely enough to notice that I was not wearing underwear.

"You are very beautiful tonight," he said, when I was facing him again.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

We chatted and flirted for a few minutes when Ezra returned with my drink. Ezra joined the conversation with Jim and I but it wasn't long before he realised he couldn't compete with Jim's charming wit and disarming grin.

"Would you like to play pool, Lisa?" Jim asked me.

"I'm not much of a pool player," I replied.

"That's okay, it's just an interesting diversion, and maybe I can give you a few pointers."

"Okay, I'll play, as long as you promise not to beat me too badly," I said.

He gestured for me to walk ahead of him to the pool table. As I walked I could feel his eyes on my arse so I added a little extra swing to my walk. He set the table up and chalked the cue and broke. Our fingers touched as he handed me the cue and it felt like a spark jumped between us.

We played a few shots and he said, "I have a confession to make. I really invited you to play pool so I could have you to myself for a little while."

"I'm glad you did," I replied, "but weren't you supposed to be giving me a few tips?"

"I'm sorry, I did say I would. You should make a line of your body and the cue. Lower your chin onto the cue and look down it. It will help you aim more accurately."

He stepped behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I felt the spark and the heat again. Then he slowly ran his hands down my sides. He was applying pressure to first one side and then the other, adjusting my position slightly. I had no idea what he was doing I was just enjoying the sensation of his hands moving over me. His hands reached my hips and he turned me slightly then continued to run his hands slowly down over my arse and thighs.

Then he stepped up to me and I could feel his crotch pressing against my arse as he looked over my shoulder and helped me aim. He wasn't hard but I could definitely feel something firm pressing against me. I couldn't help myself and I wiggled my arse against him a little.

"Don't move," he said, as he put his hands on my hips and pressed his crotch against me a little more firmly.

God! He was driving me crazy.

"Now draw your hand straight back and then push the stick straight forward again and hit the white ball," he said.

To my surprise I almost got the ball in, but I couldn't concentrate on the game at all. I could smell his cologne and feel his body pressing against me. My senses were full of him. I decided that I was going to go home with him tonight.

As our game progressed we continued to flirt and touch gently. I could see what I suspected to be the beginning of an erection in his pants. I encouraged his advances by bending a little more than I needed and by drawing my shoulders and raising my dress slightly as I did so, just enough to show a little bare thigh above the top of my stockings.

Eventually he beat me, which was no surprise. The game was much closer than I expected although I suspect he was taking it easy on me. I enjoyed playing, both because of the lessons, which I am sure were much more physical than they needed to be, and also because it gave me a good opportunity to display myself to him, and the other people watching us play.

After the game Jim said, "I have to go Lisa. Will you keep me company while I get a taxi?"

"Yes of course," I said, "but it's a shame you have to go, I am enjoying our games."

He gave me a wicked grin and I was sure he knew that I was referring to more than just our pool game.

"I know, but maybe we can get together another time. Are you free on Saturday night?"

We headed for the exit and the stairs down to the street. As we walked I replied, "I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I am intrigued. What do you have in mind?"

"Dinner, some nice wine, and maybe a little dancing. I can't resist your smile, so I promise to make you smile the whole night."

I was finding it just as hard to resist his smile. When we reached the street he put a hand on each of my hips and held me facing him. He looked into my eyes and I was sure he was about to kiss me.

Instead he asked, "So, what do you say, is it a date?"

I was breathless, waiting for his kiss, all I could say was, "Yes, yes, it's a date."

As soon as I agreed he drew my body to him and kissed me deeply. He put one hand on the base of my back and held my body tightly against him. With the other hand he stroked my hip and thigh. I opened my lips and let his tongue enter me. At the same time I opened my legs and wrapped one leg around him. I hoped he would understand the meaning of the gesture. I was open to him and I wanted him inside me. We would have to wait but I wanted him to know that we would not have to wait long.

After what seemed an eternity we broke our kiss. We were both breathless and lost in the moment. A taxi drove toward us and when Jim noticed it he hailed it down and got in when it stopped. I watched as it started to drive away. Suddenly the taxi stopped and Jim called out the window to me.

"Lisa, text me your number," he called, as he passed me his business card through the taxi window.

We had both been so distracted by the after-effects of our kiss that we had almost forgotten to exchange numbers. It would not have been the end of the world, I could have asked our friends at the party, but it would have meant exposing my cards before I was ready. I did not want any of my other men backing off because of a misplaced sense of honour. As I returned to the party I sent Jim a text so he would have my number. I sent him a single "X," a single kiss.

I was disappointed that Jim had had to leave early but in a way I was also relieved. I've experienced the kind of instant chemistry that I felt with Jim before, and it usually ends with me in bed with the object of my lust, but at the moment I was trying to do something different. There were lots more men upstairs and I would not be going home alone tonight. The other men in my group of friends at the party were attractive, but it takes something a little different in a man to really draw me to him. I can't put my finger on what it is exactly but my other friends did not have it. I wasn't going to let that stop me from sleeping with them though, and by the time I got back upstairs to the party I was feeling aroused again.

I decided I needed a champagne, and made a bee line for the bar. While I was waiting, I felt a body move up beside me and an arm slide around my waist. I turned my head to see Ezra smiling at me lewdly and felt his hand wander toward my arse. My body reacted immediately, my nipples hardening and pussy moistening, and I leant toward him slightly and allowed him to stroke my arse.

Ezra had been trying to take me to bed ever since we had first met. He was not a subtle man and until tonight I had not led him on at all. Now though, I was enjoying the game. I realised that before too long I would be in bed with this man, he would be inside me, and his lecherous hands would be all over my bare body. My thoughts ran away with me and I pictured us naked together, my mouth engulfing his cock, his cum in me and on me. My heart was beating very quickly and I could feel a flush rising from my breasts to my cheeks.

"I said, 'What can I get for you,'" I heard as I recovered my senses.

I looked up and saw the barman looking at me with annoyance. At the same time I could feel Ezra's hand exploring the crease of my arse and slowly lifting my skirt.

"Champagne please," I told the barman.

"Behave," I said to Ezra behind me as I slapped his hand away from my arse.

"I'll get that and a glass of white as well please," he said to the barman as he flashed me his sweetest lewd grin again. I am sure he thought it a perfectly charming smile, but his intentions were all too clear for it to be taken as anything but licentious.

When our drinks arrived he put an arm around my waist, with his hand on the curve my arse and hip. This was the least inappropriately he had touched me all night. Nevertheless, I took his hand off my arse, and put it on my hip. He drew me away from the bar and back toward our group of friends.

When we reached our friends I saw Tony who must have just arrived, as he had not been present when I said hello to everyone earlier. I slipped out of Ezra's embrace and walked over to Tony and gave him a kiss.

"You look as stunning as usual Lisa," he said as we kissed cheeks.

He put his hand on my hip and ran his finger nails up and down over my hip a few times. At first I thought he was trying to tickle me.

When he asked, "Did you get dressed in a hurry tonight?" I realised that he was trying to feel my panty line.

With the mood I was in I couldn't help but blush as I said, "No, Tony, I dressed very carefully tonight, is there something wrong with my dress?"

Paul came to my rescue, "Not at all Lisa, Tony was just expressing, in his own unique way, his appreciation that none of your sweet curves are marred by unsightly lines."

I just smiled and took a sip of champagne. My mind was completely addled and there was no way I could come up with any kind of witty response. Tony's hand was still on my hip and Paul's eyes were on my breasts.

Paul and Tony are best friends and usually very charming. Tony had been flirting with me ever since we met, testing the waters I think, to see how I would react if he ever asked me out. Paul, though, had until tonight, seemed completely impervious to my charms. I decided that tonight I would make it clear to both of them that I would accept their invitations if they asked me out.

The party flowed around us and I was drawn into many conversations with our friends. I never strayed too far from Paul and Tony though and when I joined into their conversations I would place a hand on their back or brush my shoulder against them. Towards the end of the night I found Paul and joined his conversation with another man I was not familiar with.

"Ah, Lisa, this is Chris, we've been friends since school," said Paul.

"Hi Chris, it's nice to meet you," I said.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you too," Chris said as we shook hands, and Chris took my hand in both of his, in a warm and friendly greeting.

"You'll have to excuse me though, they've called "last drinks" and I don't want to miss out," he said, as he turned and headed towards the bar.

Paul turned to me then and said, "If you aren't busy tomorrow night how does a drink at Opera Bar sound?"

"I always enjoy a drink with you Paul," I said with a smile, "maybe even some fireworks if we get lucky."

I'd already had two invitations to Opera Bar, but I wanted my acceptance of Paul's invitation to be more personal, as difficult as it was considering that Opera Bar was a regular Friday night haunt for our group.

"Great," Paul replied, with a happy smile, "would you like me to pick you up?"

"It's a lot easier for me to get there straight from work," I replied, "but how about meeting for something to eat first?"

His smile grew as he said, "That sounds great. I'll call you tomorrow to work out the details."

It seemed I had managed to turn Friday night drinks with our friends into a dinner date with Paul and I was quite proud of myself.

Tony chose that moment to return and asked, "What details?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Paul said. "Look, I've got to go, but I'll see you both tomorrow night for drinks at Opera Bar?" said Paul.

"Not me. I'm going to Melbourne tomorrow, remember?" Tony replied, "I'll be gone for a week, so you can't leave yet, it's still early."

"It's not early; they just called 'last drinks,'" Paul said.

Tony turned to me and said, "It's still early isn't it?"

"I don't know what time it is but it's way too early to go home," I replied.

"Whatever, I have to go," Paul said, "maybe you two should have a drink together."

"Sounds like a good idea, what do you think Lisa?" asked Tony.

"I could do with another drink do you have somewhere in mind?" I asked.

"Have you guys seen Paul?" asked Ezra, as he came up to us.

Tony pointed across the room as he said, "He's over there saying his goodbyes."

"Right thanks, I'll see you guys later, Paul's giving me a lift home," Ezra said as he shook Tony's hand.

Ezra said, "Goodnight Lisa," as he leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips and squeezed my arse.

Tony and I were not able to resume our conversation as everyone started to leave at once. A lot of people stopped to say goodbye and chat for a moment as they went past. A few minutes later we found ourselves on the street outside the bar, having been hustled out by the staff.

"Do you still feel like another drink?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I'm up for it," I replied.

"I know a great little place five minutes walk from here, there's beer, wine, even some classier stuff, or coffee if you prefer," Tony said.

"Are you trying to get me back to your place Tony," I asked, smiling.

"Not at all; everything we need is there, and it's cool and not too crowded," he replied.

"Okay, you've convinced me," I said.

As we walked to Tony's place we chatted about his upcoming trip. He was going for work, but would be taking a few days to catch up with friends and get out on the town. We talked about other things as well but nothing momentous. I let our arms brush together as we walked, I was hoping that he might take my hand, but I did not get a bite.


Notorious Ch. 01



When we arrived at Tony's he turned on the radio while saying, "Make yourself at home Lisa."

He had a little bar area which I leant against while I looked at his collection of drinks.

After turning the radio on and hiding a little mess here and there he joined me at the bar. "What can I get you," he asked.

"How about some Frangelico and ice," I suggested.

"No problem," he said, and starting pouring our drinks.

When he finished he came around the bar and joined me. "Cheers," he said "to us!"

"To us," I returned.

After our toast he was silent for a few moments as he looked into my eyes. Judging by the expressions passing over his face he was trying to decide something. Eventually, he looked like he had made a decision.

He reached out to me and stroked my upper arm as he said, "You know I've liked you for a long time Lisa."

"I know, and I like you too, Tony," I said, "and we've become good friends."

"Yeah, but I always hoped we would be more than friends," he said with an expression so wistful I could almost feel his disappointment.

"Tony, we can be friends and be more than friends," I replied with a cheeky smile, as I put my hand on his hip.

"I don't understand you, friends, more than friends, what do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't want a relationship, I don't want a boyfriend, but I can still have a boy friend," I said, putting emphasis on the last word.

"And we can be friends, and we can be more than friends, so long as you understand you aren't my boyfriend," I said, emphasising the last word again.

"I think I see," he said, "we can be friends; friends with benefits."

"Yes," I said, "exactly."

"And that's all I can have," he said, "all I can ever have?"

"Yes," I replied, as I stroked his hip, "Ever is a long time, but I don't see myself in a relationship for a long time, maybe years." 

As he leaned towards me, he said, "If that's all I can have, I won't say no." Then he kissed me.

As we kissed I could feel his hands all over my body. His touch was rough and urgent. After flirting and teasing all night my own need was just as urgent and I welcomed the manhandling as he squeezed my breasts and grabbed my arse.

As he clutched my arse he pulled me against him and I could feel his hardness through our clothes. I had a sudden craving to taste his cock so I freed myself from his hands and knelt in front of him. In my eagerness I fumbled with his pants as I undid them. Eventually I had his pants around his ankle and his pulsing cock was standing upright in my face.

I was rapidly losing control of my lust and I devoured his cock, taking the entire length into my mouth in one gulp. I rapidly slid my mouth up and down his shaft. I could feel the head deep in the back of my throat each time I plunged my mouth down over it.

My fervour surprised a grunt out of him, "Uhhhhh," he said, "Oh god, oh god Lisa, yes, that's sooooo gooood."

I was completely lost in my lust by this time. I had so many conflicting desires, I wanted to taste his cum and feel him shooting in my mouth, but I also needed his cock in me to release me from my pent up state of arousal, and at the same time I wanted to feel his cum splashing on my body. I was incapable of making decisions though and I just continued to ride his cock with my mouth.

"Oh god yes Lisa, suck it," I heard him whisper, "suck it for me baby."

I could feel the juices dripping out of my pussy by now. I was a slave to my lust. I was close to cumming myself, even though I had hardly been touched. I moved into a squatting position and let my skirt ride up. I needed release and was about to start playing with my clit.

As I changed position though Tony lifted me to my feet and said, "Come on baby I want to feel my cock inside of you."

I stood up and noticed that he was now naked. He must have taken his shirt off while I was going down on him. He kissed me deeply and lifted my skirt as he felt up my pussy.

"It's so hot that you're so wet Lisa," he said as he slid a finger inside of me.

As his finger entered me it released a wave of heat that radiated out from my pussy and through my entire body. I was so close to cumming that his finger was almost enough to send me over me edge. I started to moan uncontrollably as he slid his finger in and out of me.

I wanted to feel his body against my skin and I reached down and lifted my dress. I pulled it up and off over my head. I leaned up and kissed him as our bodies pressed together and his finger in my pussy finally gave me a beautiful orgasm. I felt like my whole body was going to melt. My knees quivered and my body shuddered.

Tony removed his finger from me and turned me around. He pushed me forward, bending me over. I leaned on the bar as I felt him line his cock up with my pussy. I could feel the head begin to enter me and it was delicious. Suddenly he pushed his entire length into me in one thrust. I was so wet and ready that it slid in easily. He began long hard thrusts into me. Each time he pounded his cock into me he shoved me forward. I pushed back as hard as I could, meeting his thrusts, driving his length deep inside me as far as it could go.

I was so wet I had soaked his crotch and each time he plunged his cock into me it made a wet slapping noise. Slap, slap, slap. Sometimes when he pulled back out of me there was a wet slurping noise as my sopping pussy reluctantly let go of his shaft. Tony was grunting with each thrust, and I couldn't help but grunt along with him each time he penetrated me. Our lovemaking was loud and furious and it just excited me even more, knowing that the neighbours could probably hear us.

After what seemed like hours of endless climaxes, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, Tony squeezed my hips hard. He pulled me back to meet his thrusts, which somehow became more powerful, harder, and rougher. I knew he was about to cum, that he was about to shoot his load into me. I thrust my arse up and leant further forward opening myself to him as far as I could.

He groaned as he came. I think he tried to say something, maybe to swear his undying love to me, but he was way past being able to make any sense when he spoke.

It seemed like a long time before we could move. I could feel the occasional drop of sweat hit my back and the much more frequent trickle of cum down my inner thigh. Eventually he pulled out of me with a wet plopping noise. I managed to find my feet somehow and went to the bathroom to clean up a little.

When I returned he was leaning out the window having a cigarette.

"You don't smoke," I said.

"I know," he replied, "but I needed one after that. You could kill a man that way you know Lisa."

I couldn't help but smile, as I said, "I haven't killed anyone yet sweetie."

I poured myself a coke from his fridge and climbed up on his bar to drink it. I sat and drank and watched him smoke out the window. I could still feel cum dripping from my pussy. I was going to leave a wet patch on his bar. Maybe something like marking my territory.

When he finished his cigarette, he turned and asked me, "Will you stay the night?"

"Yes," I said, "but I will have to leave early. I have to work tomorrow."

"That's okay," he said, "just so long as you stay I won't complain."

"Good," I said, "now go and brush your teeth stinky cigarette boy."

While he was brushing his teeth I walked to the bedroom and pulled the covers down. I lay down on my side and propped my head on my hand on my elbow. I lifted my right knee into the air with my foot behind my left knee. I moved my left knee forward, so my thigh was at right angles with my body as well as my left calf.

I wanted more and I wanted Tony to have no doubt of it. My legs were open, I could feel my pussy lips were open, I was wet again and I was sure they were glistening. I wanted him to see me as an open invitation.

I heard him wandering around after cleaning his teeth. "Where are you?" he called.

"In here baby," I replied.

I was tingling with anticipation as I listened to his footsteps approaching the bedroom.

"Oh god," he said as he entered the room, "you look so fucking hot Lisa."

"You didn't think I was finished with you did you?" I asked.

"God you really will be the death of me," he said, "I'm not sure I can even do it again."

"You're full of it Tony," I said, "I can see you getting hard just looking at me."

He looked down at his manhood and smiled up at me, "Well it's quite a view from where I'm standing," he said.

"Come and eat me sweetie," I said.

"Mmmmmm, dessert," he said, grinning.

He walked over to the bed and knelt on the bottom of the bed. He leant forward and started to lick my pussy. He licked the entire length of my slit, he nibbled on my upper thighs, he sent shivers up my spine. He licked and sucked on my opening, slurping up my juices. He probed his tongue as deeply as he could into my pussy.

I put my hands on his head and guided his tongue to my clit. As he licked my clit he sent waves of pleasure through my body. I pushed my hips up off the bed at his face seeking more pressure on my clit.

"That's it sweetie," I said, "That feels wonderful."

His tongue was driving me crazy. He was pushing me ever closer to more orgasms. I lifted my knees and opened my legs as wide as I could stretch them. I needed something inside me and I was driven to open myself in preparation for being entered.

"Slip one finger into me sweetie," I said, "and see if you can find my g-spot."

He did as I asked. He didn't seem able to find my g-spot, and gave up and simply began thrusting his finger into me. I was beginning to think he would need further instruction when he began to rub his finger along the front wall of my pussy. It wasn't exactly where I needed him to go but it was near enough and sent a searing heat through my body.

"Yes, that's it," I said, "Don't stop doing that baby."

I began to moan as another orgasm approached. As my climax neared I raised my hips off the bed, thrusting my pussy into his face. I held his mouth against my clitoris as my orgasm moved through my body, convulsing my muscles and forcing a squeal out of my throat. My pussy was suddenly completely sopping and I'm sure I shot cum onto his face and into his mouth.

I couldn't move. It was barely all I could do to utter, "Stop, baby, stop."

I lay back and enjoyed the feeling of complete satiation. For a few moments afterwards my pussy would twitch now and then, and send another shockwave of pleasure through me. I was sure I had left a huge wet patch in his bed.

When I regained my senses I noticed that Tony was lying beside me in bed with his erection pressed against my leg.

"Lie back baby," I said.

When he had settled onto his back I straddled him. I took his cock in one hand and held it up while I moved into position above it. I held it in place while I lowered myself. I let go when I felt the head ease into me and then I slid down quickly and impaled myself on him.

Once I had him buried deep inside me I began to slowly rock back and forth on his cock. I seemed completely insatiable tonight and I could feel myself heading toward another climax. I continued to rock back and forth, rubbing his cock against my g-spot. I could feel the heat in my pussy as I got closer and closer to cumming.

I looked down at him and he had his head pushed back into the pillows with a look of ecstasy on his face. He began to thrust up and down into me in time with my rocking. It was perfect. I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter and began to hear little slurping noises as we moved against one another. The noises became louder and louder as I got closer to cumming.

I began to feel a flush come over my entire body and knew I was about to cum again. I rocked harder on his cock, trying to get more force against my g-spot, and then I was cumming again. It felt like lightning shooting out from my pussy all the way to my extremities, leaving goose bumps where it passed.

I wanted to make Tony cum now, and I began to ride up and down on his shaft as fast as I could, using my thigh muscles to give long hard strokes up and down his cock. I could feel my boobs bouncing up and down on my chest as I rode him. I put my hands under my boobs to stop them from bouncing, but he took my hands away and I watched him as he watched my boobs bounce.

His eyes were half closed and his mouth was open. He was groaning with each of my strokes. He put my hands on his shoulders, and put one of his hands in front of my boobs and watched as they bounced against his hand.

"Do you like that baby?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he gasped out breathlessly between thrusts, "fuck yeah."

"Good baby, I like your big hard cock in me too sweetie," I said. "Tell me when you are going to cum, cos I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Oh god yes," he said, "yes, yes."

"Do you want to fill my mouth with your sweet cum?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," he answered. "Fuck me, fuck me."

"Do you want to watch as I swallow your cum, baby?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, now," he said, "I'm going to cum!"

I got off him then and knelt beside him. I started stroking his cock rapidly with my hand. He was pushing his hips up off the bed at my hand and I could tell he would cum very soon. I took just the head of his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked on it as I continued to stroke the length of it with my hand.

He began to cum then and I let his first shot go into my mouth. I swallowed it as I angled his cock toward his feet, then I moved my face between his legs and rubbed the head against my cheek, letting him shoot wads of cum on my cheek. As his cum ran down my cheek I took him back in my mouth and swallowed the rest of his load.

I continued to stroke his cock and suck the head until he stopped twitching and had nothing left for me to swallow. Then I moved up the bed and lay back. I could feel his cum on my cheek running back into my hair and down my neck. I couldn't move. I just lay there and let it dry on my face and in my hair.

Sometime later, Tony took me in his arms and put my head on his shoulder. We lay like that for a while, drowsy, on the verge of sleep.

"Oh god Lisa," I heard him say as I dozed off, "we have to do that again."

'Not yet,' I replied as I dreamed, 'in the morning.'

Then I slept. 



Notorious Ch. 02



I woke in the morning feeling fresh despite drinking so much the night before. I was also feeling horny. I looked at the clock beside the bed and realised there wouldn't be time to relieve my horniness before I had to leave.

My movements woke Tony and he drew me to him as he said, "Good morning sexy."

"Good morning," I replied.

He held me in his arms as he kissed me. I could feel his erection pressing against me and his hands started to wander over my body.

"Easy tiger," I said, as I pushed him away. "I have to go or I'll be late for work."

"But baby, I won't see you for a week at least, and I thought we could... you know..." he said, leaving his thought unsaid, but obvious.

"Well, maybe I could do something for you," I said, as I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke it.

"Yeah, that's it babe," he said, inhaling sharply.

When he was completely hard I slipped under the sheet and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him deeply into my throat, as I wanted to make him cum as quickly as possible. I slid my mouth up and down on his shaft as fast as I could. I swirled my tongue around the shaft and the head as I did so.

He pushed the sheet away from me as he said, "I want to be able to see baby."

I looked up as I sucked on him, our eyes met and he smiled at me as he said, "You look so sexy doing that Lisa."

I reached up and pinched his nipple and he reached down and began fondling my breasts.

"Yes, that's it babe, suck me," he said. "It's so good when you suck me."

He grabbed my leg and pulled me up the bed. I positioned myself along side him and he began to feel my arse as well as play with my boobs. He ran his hand all over my arse, pushing my cheeks apart, and squeezing. He ran his hand from the base of my spine down the crack of my arse and over the lips of my pussy. He played with my clitoris for a moment, and then ran his hand back up to the base of my spine, applying firm pressure all the way, parting my lips with his fingers as they passed, and pressing on my arse hole.

It was more than I could resist and I lifted my leg over him and straddled his face. I was sure it would not take long, and it would save me from being frustrated all day at work. As soon as my pussy was near enough to his mouth he began eating me. He began by thrusting his tongue into my vagina and nibbling on my lips.

It was not long before he had my juices flowing freely again. I could feel him sucking the juices right off my pussy, and while I usually like my men to concentrate on my clit, this felt right. Then, as if he was reading my mind, he reached around with his hand and began to rub my clit.

It was extremely difficult to concentrate on the dick in my mouth while he was eating my pussy and rubbing my clit, but I did my best. His cock was very slippery now, a combination of my saliva and his precum, and I began stroking the length of it with my hand while I concentrated on the head with my mouth and tongue.

Every now and then my mouth would slip off the end of his cock, resulting in a loud slurping sound. It matched the slurping noises he was making as he ate my pussy, as he sucked my juices into his mouth.

It wasn't long before the combination of the eroticism of sucking his cock combined with the sensations of him eating me and I felt an orgasm beginning. I wanted to make him cum as closely as possible to me so I began stroking him faster and faster. Occasionally, I would use just my mouth and thrust my head up and down and take him as deep into my mouth as I could, until I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my throat.

I knew he was getting close when he began to thrust his hips upwards at me, pushing the head of his cock deeper into my throat. He was lapping at my pussy and rubbing my clitoris as I let him thrust his cock deeply into my throat. We both began to groan, although the groans were muffled as we both had our mouths full.

He began to cum, shooting his hot load deep into my throat, almost causing me to gag. The first shot almost bounced out of my mouth to gather around my lips and chin. Then I eased him out of my mouth a little and used my hand to stroke the length of his cock as fast as I could. I managed to swallow the rest of his shots. My own climax hit as he was cumming in my mouth, and caused my juices to flow freely into his mouth. As I was cumming, his cock slipped out of my mouth and bounced against my cheek, spreading cum and saliva over my cheek.

After a minute of two we recovered and I looked at the clock. I was really going to be late. I jumped out of bed, and wiped the cum off my mouth and chin with my arm and hand. I found my stockings and dropped them in my bag. My dress was in the living room, and I quickly pulled it on and smoothed it out as best I could. I returned to the bedroom and gave Tony a quick kiss.

"Thanks for a wonderful night, Tony," I said.

"Yeah baby, and thanks for a fantastic morning too," he replied with a smile.

"I've really got to go," I said, returning his smile. "We'll do this again soon."

"Not soon enough beautiful," he said, as I walked out of the bedroom.

When I reached the street I started walking in the direction of Bondi as I watched for a cab. One came along soon enough and I hailed it down and hopped in the back.

I told the driver where to take me and got comfortable. I realised I must have been a sight. I had dried cum in my hair and on one cheek from last night and probably had more dried cum around my mouth, chin, and the other cheek from this morning.

"Good night was it, love?" he asked, as he looked at me in his rear view mirror.

"Yeah, it was actually," I replied, letting the "love" slip past, and hoping that he wasn't going to be a chatty driver.

"It must have been a big one for you to be going home at this time," he said.

God, he was going to want to chat. All I wanted to do was get my thoughts in order and enjoy a little silence. This morning's love making hadn't satisfied my libido at all, I was hornier than ever, and I wanted to relax for a moment. Then a wicked thought crossed my mind, and I realised I could have a little fun with the driver's chattiness.

"It wasn't all that big a night," I said, "but I did meet a really nice guy I like."

"That's nice," he said. "A good looking girl like you must meet lots of guys. Did he ask for your phone number?"

"Actually, he didn't," I said, "I guess we got carried away in the heat of the moment and forgot about phone numbers."

"Come to think of it, we even forgot to find out each other's names."

"Gee, love, that's a shame," he said, "how will you find him now?"

"Well, I left my business card on his bedside table when I left this morning," I said, with a naughty smile, "and after last night I don't think he'll waste any time calling."

"Didn't you just say you met him last night?" he asked, looking at me appraisingly in the mirror.

"Uh huh," I replied.

"And you spent the night with him?" he asked, sounding like he had a dry mouth.

"Uh huh," I replied again.

"Did you have sex with him?"

"Yeah, we did it all night," I replied in a husky voice.

"Damn, where can I meet a girl like you?"

"You just need to be in the right place at the right time."

"I guess a taxi isn't the right place?"

"I guess not. I did get his friend's number, though, and we have a date tonight. I hope he's as much fun," I said.

"You have a date with his friend?" he blurted. "Are you going to sleep with him too?"

"I think so, I hope so, he's even cuter!" I said.

"This is it," I said. "You can let me out anywhere near here."

I passed him the cash, including a tip, and said, "That's fine, keep the change."

"Thanks love", he said.

I couldn't resist a final parting comment. "You can't see any cum on my face, can you?" I asked as I leaned forward.

He was completely speechless, and I said, "I guess not, thanks for the ride," as I got out of the car.

I waited until he had driven off and was out of sight before I walked to my apartment, I did not want him to know which apartment block I lived in.

Once I was home I wasted no time hopping into the shower. It was nice to be clean again and to have clean hair.

I had been trying to decide what to wear today. On the one hand I wanted to wear something sexy tonight, but on the other hand I had to wear something appropriate to work, and it's such a pain to take a spare outfit to work to change into.

I eventually decided on a vest top which is cut off the hips and waist. It's a little short and allows a little skin to be seen around my middle, but it's not too short for work. The only possible problem is that it's backless, with just a little strap to tie it together at the bottom on the back, but I figured it was Friday and holiday season, so I should be able to get away with it.

I matched it with a very low cut pair of slacks, which really hug my arse and upper thighs, flaring out lower on the leg. Casual slacks really, but smart enough to wear to the office. The combination of the low cut pants with the vest exposed a lot of my waist and hips, which was kind of titillating for work, as I wouldn't usually be so brazen. I felt I really aught to put on underwear though, so I grabbed a brief g-string, with a string waist band, which was sufficiently low cut to ride low on my hips at about the same level as the top of the pants.

After blow drying my hair and putting on a little makeup I was ready for work. The day passed slowly for me, what with remembrances of last night and anticipation of what may happen tonight. Almost nothing at all remarkable happened during the day, the only thing worth mentioning is that I drew a little more attention than usual with my revealing outfit, the attention was quite welcome and I enjoyed the second glances that I received.

Finally, the day ended, and it was time to head into the city and meet Paul for dinner. I freshened up a little, putting on some makeup and a little perfume, and headed out from the office.

When I caught the train into the city it was a little more crowded than usual. I was feeling a little spirited and had mild regrets that I had worn pants instead of a skirt, I was in just the right mood to let my skirt ride up a little and let the other commuters have the occasional peek. It was not to be however, and I had to content myself with thoughts of what Paul and I would get up to later tonight.

By the time I arrived in the city I had worked myself into quite a state. I decided I wouldn't think about sex at all while I walked to the restaurant, after all, it wouldn't do to arrive flushed and wanting to jump on Paul before we had even eaten, I was hungry.

Not thinking about sex turned out to be more difficult than I had expected though. It was Friday night in the city, everyone who worked downtown was either on the street or in a bar, and I kept getting smiles, sideways glances, second glances, third glances, and even outright lecherous stares. As much as I tried to ignore them I couldn't, and I couldn't help but let my lips curl in a little smile as men undressed me with their eyes as they passed me on the street.

I finally arrived at the restaurant where Paul was already waiting for me at a table He stood as I walked over and kissed me when I reached him. His kiss was aimed at my cheek but I turned to face him as he leant towards me and kissed him on the lips. He put a hand on my shoulder and with the other hand he gently squeezed my hip. I was glad my hip was bare because I could definitely feel a spark.

We ordered a bottle of wine and made small talk about what we had each done during the day. As we spoke I began to feel that Paul was distant in comparison to last night, he again seemed impervious to my charms, and I was wondering whether all of my plans would be in vain. As we ate and had a few glasses of wine he loosened up and conversation came more freely, but he was still distant, a little impersonal, and none of my flirting seemed to be able to warm him up.

His company was not lacking, it was neither inattentive nor uncaring, but it was missing a warmth, an energy that I usually feel with a man who has a desire for me. He was being a perfect gentleman, and that was the problem. I wanted a little naughty chatter, a little innuendo. I wanted to catch him looking at my breasts so I could give him the little smile that means I've caught him but I like it.

After dinner we walked to Opera Bar. After sitting for so long, my g-string had ridden up a little and I could it feel the waistband above the line of my slacks. Usually I would fix it, but I was feeling a little desperate, I needed to find a chink in Paul's armour and I thought letting him see my sexy underwear may be the answer.

We walked all the way to Opera Bar, and Paul had not taken my hand or put his arm around me, despite me letting my hip and shoulder brush against him several times during the walk. I had known all along that Paul would be the hardest nut to crack, but the way he had flirted with me last night had given me hope. His resistance only served to strengthen my resolve, however, and maybe with a few more drinks he would begin to crack.

We arrived at Opera Bar a little late and found our friends with the help of our mobile phones. With the fantastic views of Sydney Harbour, the Bridge, and the regular fireworks Opera Bar was usually chaos on a Friday night and tonight was no exception. Cassie was there, as was Ezra, and several people that I didn't really know who were closer friends with Cassie than with the boys. I said hello to everyone and gave them each a kiss, and as usual Ezra squeezed my arse. I gave it a little wiggle against his hand to encourage him and he noticed my g-string and ran his hand along it. It was reassuring to know that my clothing was having the desired effect, even if it didn't seem to be working on the object of my desire.

The odd thing was that Paul came over to Ezra and me and interrupted us while we were saying hello. He shook hands with Ezra and said, "I believe it's your shout Ez, I could really do with a Corona."

"Sure," said Ezra, looking a little surprised. "Can I get you anything Lisa?"

"A Corona sounds good, thanks Ez," I said, smiling.

Once Ezra was gone Paul put his hand on my hip and reintroduced me to some of the others that I hadn't met very often. He had suddenly become warm and friendly with me again. He was responsive to my flirting and I decide to make the most of it. Putting my hand on his back or arm whenever I was near and letting my body brush against him.

I also gave the other men in the group a lot of attention. Touching them and flirting with them. If it was competition that brought out Paul's interest in me I was determined to make him as interested as I could. Ezra was particularly cooperative, taking any opportunity to run his hand over my bare back, or touch me on the arse, and I let him have plenty of opportunity.

My plan was working well. Paul became more and more attentive as the night went on. Our conversation over dinner had been limited to small talk about things we had done in the day or plans we had for the holidays, now the conversation became more personal, with Paul even extending an invitation to me to spend some time with him during the holidays.

By the time the fireworks started Paul was completely relaxed with me and had even started to make some advances. Possibly encouraged by Ezra, he had put his hand on my arse gently several times. He was not yet as brazen as Ezra and there was no squeezing, nevertheless I gave him all of the encouragement I could, pushing or wiggling my arse against his hand when he touched me.

The first of the fireworks startled me and I let out a little squeal.

"It's just the fireworks," Paul said, as he put his arm around me and turned me to face the harbour where they were being let off. "You predicted fireworks last night."

"I did, didn't I," I replied, "and I predict more fireworks later tonight as well."

As we watched the fireworks in silence I put my arm around him and leant against him.

Later in the evening, Paul approached me from behind. Apparently, my g-string must have ridden up above my pants again, because he played with the string of the waist band a little, drawing it up over my hips causing it to squeeze a little further into my arse crack.

"You must have put a little more effort into dressing tonight," he said with a sly smile.

This was most unlike Paul, but I didn't want to discourage him, so I said, "It may have taken me a little longer to dress this morning, but I put no less thought into my outfit. Do you like it?"

"Oh yes," he said, "very much."

He drew the waistband further out of my pants so that it became visible on my hips and even at the front. I was facing Cassie and she looked down to see what was happening.

"Paul!" Cassie blurted, looking shocked. "Leave the poor girl alone."

She slapped his hand away and adjusted my pants and g-string so I was acceptably attired once again. Paul watched intently as Cassie pushed my g-string down, slipping her fingers inside my pants as she did so.

"I know places where they would charge for a show like that girls," he said.

"Oh Paul," Cassie replied, "get your mind out of the gutter."

I couldn't help myself, so I smiled at him and winked as I asked, "How much do you think it would be worth, Paul? Maybe we could make a little money on the side."

"Don't encourage him Lisa," Cassie admonished.

Cassie is actually a very proper girl, a devout Christian, in fact. She liked to flirt and tease as well, but had very strong ideas about where the line should be drawn, and I think Paul had left that line a long way behind when he began playing with my underwear. Of course, he hadn't even come close to my line, and I was simply enjoying the attention.

It wasn't long after that that people began to say their goodbyes and leave.

"Bye Cassie," I said, as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good weekend."

"You too, and I'll see you soon sweetheart," she replied.

"Goodnight Cassie," Ezra said, as he kissed her on the cheek. He patted her back just at the very top of her arse, no doubt he would have preferred to let his hand slip a little lower but Cassie would have chewed him out viciously if he had.

He had no such reservations with me, and he stroked my arse shamelessly as he kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight Lisa, don't forget about the gym this weekend."

I put my hand on his hip and moved my arse a little sideways so his hand was stroking my arse at the bottom between the cheeks. "Good night," I said, "I'll see you Sunday morning, Ez."

Ezra has a membership at a fancy gym and is allowed to bring guests in for free. A few times a month we get together for a little squash, some swimming and a sauna.

I turned to Paul and said, "Let's go."

He clapped his hands together and said, "Yes, let's"

Paul's house is on the way to my apartment so we had decided to share a taxi home earlier. I was hoping Paul's place would be our final destination, and was planning to invite myself in for coffee if he didn't have the idea himself.

We chatted and laughed as we walked to the taxi rank. Paul was warm and relaxed, and still in the mood to flirt with me. I was pleased, because I had been worried that he may cool off once we were alone together and he was free of any possible competition.

We were fortunate enough to find a taxi waiting at the rank and Paul opened the door for me and helped me in. He was still a gentleman, but one I hoped now wanted to get into my pants.

After we had been driving a few minutes I planted the coffee seed, saying, "I wouldn't mind a coffee actually."

"Yeah, I could go for one too," he replied. "It's too bad we didn't think of that before we got the taxi."




Notorious Ch. 02



Our conversation turned to other things then, but my plan had been successful, and when we arrived at Paul's, he invited me in for coffee, saying, "If you still feel like a coffee I can make us one here."

"Yes," I said, "a coffee would really hit the spot."

I don't drink coffee, and I had no intention of drinking the coffee he was about to make for us. Maybe a sip or two, if I absolutely had to, but coffee was the last thing on my mind right now.

We walked to the kitchen and he began preparing the coffee. I had butterflies in my stomach, which is unusual for me in situations such as this, but with Paul being hot and cold and then hot again I was not sure what to expect.

While Paul had his back to me I stepped up behind him and pressed my body against him. I put my arms around him and ran my hands up from his thighs to his stomach, up to his chest and back down again. As I did this I stretched up and began to kiss and nibble his neck.

He let out a little moan as he tilted his head to the side giving me better access to his neck. His body softened and he pushed back against me slightly. As I ran my hand up his body I moved inwards to his inner thigh, and as I continued the upward motion I cupped his balls in my hand and gently squeezed a couple of times before moving upwards again, running my hand over his stiffening cock and finally back up his chest again.

I noticed his body tense a little as I cupped his balls and stroked his cock, and when I began to do the same thing with my other hand his whole body stiffened and he turned around to face me. Taking my wrists in his hands and holding them at his side.

"You're a great girl Lisa," he began, "and I think I'll regret this, but I can't do this with you."

"What do you mean," I said. "What can't you do?"

"This," he said. "This. I can't get involved with you."

"I don't understand," I said. "Why not?"

"It's not you Lisa," he said. "I'm just not in a place where I feel I can have a girlfriend."

"That's alright Paul," I said, smiling. "I don't want to be your girlfriend. I want to take you to bed."

"Oh god Lisa, I'm such a fool. I can't, I just can't," he said, as he pushed me away and turned back to the counter and started making coffee again.

"Look at me," I said. "I'm not asking for anything from you, I don't want a commitment, I don't care if you never even call me again. I want you tonight. I want to feel you inside me tonight."

He was silent for a long time, leaving that between us and then he said, "It's been too long. It's been years since I've even tried to take a woman to bed."

I could deal with a fear of commitment, especially since I wasn't looking for a commitment myself, but I wasn't sure what to do with a confidence problem, a confidence problem that had probably formed over years and years. I could think of nothing to do but keep trying. I stepped forward again and began stroking his stomach with one hand, and his crotch with the other. He was still firm, so no matter what he was telling me I knew his body wanted me.

"Please stop," he said, as he moved my hands to his side.

I stepped back, not quite sure what to do. He finished making the coffee.

"Come into the living room with me," he said, as he picked up the coffees.

I followed him into the other room, where he put the coffees on the coffee table, and sat in an armchair, pointedly avoiding the couch which was actually closer to the table. It was clear he didn't want me making any further advances. Equally clear was the bulge in his pants. As long as that was there I wasn't to give up. I took a sip of my coffee while I gathered my thoughts.

I walked away from him a couple of metres then turned to face him. I reached behind me and undid the knot in my vest. I let my arms fall to my side and shrugged my shoulders, causing my vest to slide down my arms and body and fall on the floor in front of me. I was standing before him with my breasts exposed, my chest heaving with my breathing and my nipples erect.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, "nothing at all."

I turned to the couch behind me and picked up a cushion. I walked toward him and dropped the cushion on the floor in front of him. I knelt in front of him and put my hands on his knees, pushing them apart. He resisted me and I couldn't open his legs. Instead I moved to the side of his legs and leaning across his lap I reached over and began to undo his pants.

He took my hands in his and placed them on the couch next to him. "Don't do this, Lisa," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

With one hand I began undoing his pants again. When he reached down to stop me, I took his wrist in my hand and held him back while I continued to undo his pants with my other hand. It took all of my strength to block him from stopping me, but I managed it. He was a lot stronger than I, and I knew that if he really wanted to, he could use his strength to stop me. He didn't though. He was at war with himself, and my show of force was enough to tip the balance in my favour.

Finally, I had his pants undone, and I pulled them down a little, giving myself better access to his cock. I could not get comfortable in this position and I again tried to open his legs. This time I applied all of my strength, as I had with his hands, and he reluctantly let me open them. I moved between his legs and removed his cock from his pants. He was almost fully erect now, and I knew that as much as he was resisting me, he wanted this.

As I moved my head towards his cock he put his hands on my shoulders and held me back. I took his wrists in my hands and wrestled them to his side. Again, it took all of my strength, but eventually he let me win the struggle. I held his wrists while I took the end of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the tip of his cock while I sucked gently.

I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth, and at the same time I could feel his body relaxing, the muscles in his arms softening. Once he was completely relaxed I tried to pull his pants down a little further, and he lifted his weight to help me. Since he was cooperating, I pulled him closer to the edge of the chair as well, making it more comfortable for me.

When I had his pants down far enough I cupped his balls in my hand and gently played with them as I continued to suck on the end of his cock. He began to squirm and rotate his hips so I began to slide my head up and down on his cock, sliding a little further down with each stroke. I would slowly slide my mouth down over his shaft, pressing my tongue against the base of it and squeezing it with my lips, letting the head rub against the roof of my mouth as it slid towards my throat. Then I would slowly slide my mouth back until just the head was inside. With just the head in my mouth I would swirl my tongue around the tip and suck while I squeezed with my lips.

His breathing became ragged as I continued to blow him. Sometimes he would stop breathing completely then suddenly gasp as he inhaled desperately. Occasionally he would push his hips up off the couch and I would let him plunge his cock deep into my throat when he did.

When the entire length of his cock was glistening with my saliva I began to stroke it rapidly with one hand, squeezing it tightly and sliding the head along my palm. I held his balls up with my other hand and began licking them all over, and finally I took them entirely into my mouth and sucked on them gently, while moving my head away, letting them slip out of my mouth with a popping sound.

I looked up at him and he had his head pushed back and was biting his lip. His lip had gone white where his teeth contacted it and I thought he might even draw blood. His nostrils flared with each breath that he took.

I continued to wank him until I thought he wouldn't be able to take any more. Then I took the head of his cock into my mouth again while I rapidly stroked the entire length of his shaft with my hand.

"I'm cumming!" he almost screamed, "I'm cumming!"

I just grunted and continued to wank and suck him. Within moments he began to shoot hot salty cum into my mouth. His orgasm was accompanied by one loud grunt after another, which seemed to be timed with each load he shot into my mouth. He seemed to have an endless supply and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. Just when I thought he was finished he shot two more jets of spunk into my mouth, which I swallowed hungrily.

When he was really finished I licked him clean and wiped my mouth and chin. I tried to pull his pants up, but he didn't seem to have the strength to lift himself, so I had to leave them where they were. I looked at him as I put my vest back on, and he had a look on his face that I simply cannot describe, something between blissful and stoned.

He didn't look like he was going to move for a while, in fact, he didn't look like he was going to be able to move for a long while, and so I walked over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Thanks for tonight baby," I said, "I had a really good time. Don't get up, I can find my own way out."

I began walking home, my apartment is only a ten or fifteen minute walk from Paul's, maybe a little longer in heels, but I needed the air. Giving head always makes me horny, and I had been flirting with men all night, so I was doubly horny now. The walk would do me good, and hopefully some of the heat between my legs would ease by the time I arrived home.

As I walked I thought about the evening's events. Overall, I felt it had been a success. I had wanted more from Paul, but had not anticipated his resistance being as strong as it was. In the end I had practically had to rape him, which was an arousing thought in itself. Still, reluctant or not, it was a good first step, and I could see his armour beginning to crack. Who knows, maybe he would even be encouraged to find a real girlfriend. Until he did though, I was sure that we would have a lot of opportunities for our own fun. 



Notorious Ch. 03



I'd been anticipating my date with Jim all day. There was something about him that I found especially intriguing. Possibly his devil-may-care attitude — it made me feel liberated and uninhibited when I was with him. Whatever it was, it made me feel sexy, and I was looking forward to a whole night alone with him.

My anticipation was so great that I was even ready a little early, and had to wait for him to arrive. When he finally buzzed my intercom I was almost in a frenzy. I took a couple of minutes to check my hair and makeup and compose myself. I didn't want him knowing just how eager I was feeling.

When he saw me through the glass security doors of my apartment building his face lit up. He had a huge grin and I could see him looking me up and down as I walked towards him. I had been trying to decide what to wear all day and was not perfectly happy with any of my options. At the last minute I had seen the perfect dress at my local mall, and judging by Jim's reaction he thought it was perfect as well.

I wanted to wear something classy tonight as I had a feeling that Jim would take me somewhere a little pricey, but I wanted to look especially sexy as well. The dress I found was a grey super short mini, with an opening just under the bust and a twist between my breasts, leaving a little window onto my chest exposing the curve of the sides and bottoms of my breasts. It was loose but draped itself over the curves of my hips and arse, and despite being loose it managed to reveal instead of hide my figure. It redeemed itself from being almost tarty by being sequinned all down the front, giving me a shimmer as I walked. What it lacked in class, it made up for with bling and raw sexiness.

"You look especially beautiful tonight, Lisa," Jim said, as I walked toward him, "almost good enough to eat."

I remembered spinning for him the other night and I span again so he could see me from all angles, as I turned I wiggled my arse a little, and swung my hips, making a little show of it.

When I faced him again, I said, "Thanks handsome, but what do you mean 'almost'?"

Before he could answer I stepped up to him and put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly on the lips. As I began to pull away, he put his hands on my hips and held me, extending our kiss. He parted his lips slightly and brushed them against mine. It was a very sensual kiss, one full of promise, and it left me tingling.

"My car is this way," he said, gesturing in the direction of his car.

He put his arm around me as we walked to his car and I let my body soften and brush against him as we walked. We made a little chit chat while we walked to his car and while we drove to the restaurant.

Jim was a perfect gentleman, opening the door of his car for me and helping me out when we arrived. I can't say I was a perfect lady though, as judging by his expression as he helped me out of the car I am fairly sure he had a prefect view as my dress lifted and opened. My dress was so short that there was nothing I could do to prevent it happening, and I doubt I would have tried even if I could. His expression was priceless as he got his first quick view of my hairless pussy, and I couldn't help but smile at him when I realised what was causing his look of shock.

The restaurant was a few minutes walk from where we had parked and situated at the end of a wharf with a lovely view of the harbour. I had been right about the type of place Jim would take me to, refined but not pretentious, pricey but not excessively so. 

My suspicions about Jim's view up my dress were confirmed as we walked along the wharf. Jim, encouraged by my display as I got out of the car, slipped his hand under my dress and stroked the cheek of my arse where it met my thigh. My dress was short enough that he didn't have to lift it far to get his hand under it. The diners sitting outside the other restaurants along the wharf would have been treated to a view of the curve of the very bottom of my arse as we walked past. This appealed to my inner exhibitionist and I was really enjoying Jim showing me off like this.

By the time we reached the restaurant I was tingling all over and very moist. I could hardly think straight, as the fire growing between my legs was too distracting. I could tell it was going to be a long night and a deliciously painful wait before I was finally satisfied.

"Can I get you a drink to start with?" the waiter asked.

"Would you like red or white?" Jim asked.

"White," I said, "I need something cool."

I did too. I needed to cool down. I was glad Jim was going to take care of ordering the wine, as there was no way I could concentrate on even the simplest task at the moment. It had taken all of my concentration just to decide the colour of the wine I wanted.

I had a long sip of the cold water the waiter had brought which brought me some relief, enough at least to be able to hold up my side of the conversation. Jim smiled a lot as we talked. He even had dimples, which I find very sexy. I love a man who smiles a lot and knows how to let go of the little things.

As we talked Jim reached across the table and took one of my hands in his and stroked my fingers and palm, which just sent my heart racing again and brought back the tingles.

The whole meal passed like this. Some light flirting, lots of touching both above and below the table, and lots of smiling. I slipped a shoe off and ran my foot up and down his leg. During dessert I got a little more brazen and ran my foot all the way up his leg to his inner thigh. His face gave nothing away but he opened his legs a little and I slid my foot along the inside of his thigh.

I drew back before I reached his crotch. I wanted to tease him a little to begin with. On the next stroke I let my foot go a little higher, brushing very lightly against his crotch, lightly enough that he would not be able to be sure whether I had intended to touch him at all. The next few strokes fell short as well. I wanted him to wonder how far I would go with my foot.

On the next stroke I finally ran my foot all the way up to his crotch and began stroking his cock and balls. His face still gave nothing away to the people at the other tables, but I could tell his smile was a little cheekier, a little sexier. As I rubbed his cock through his pants I could feel it hardening and growing. I wanted to take him home. I wanted him inside me. He could have no possible doubt about that now. I hoped we would be leaving soon.

My wish was granted and Jim asked for the bill. It seemed to take forever to arrive, but it finally did, and I was relieved when Jim paid with cash. I wouldn't have been able to bear waiting while the waiter charged the card.

Finally we were leaving. As we left the restaurant Jim put his arm around me again, and once we were out on the wharf he slipped it under my dress again. I was sure it wouldn't be long now and I would feel Jim's weight on me and his manhood inside me. I was getting wetter and wetter with anticipation.

"I know a really cool little club just around the corner where we can dance," he said.

"That sounds perfect," I replied, hiding my distress.

I didn't want to dance, I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Still, it's so rare that a man wants to dance that I couldn't refuse him. In fact a man usually wants to dance only when he is trying to take me to bed, and Jim must have known by now that he didn't have to dance with me to get into my panties. For God's sake, he knew I wasn't even wearing any, he'd seen, and his hand had been all over my arse.

Still, I loved to dance, and we would have a lot of fun, rubbing our bodies together on the dance floor, touching, showing off. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. Dancing can be a kind of foreplay, and tonight would be one of those nights. I had felt Jim's erection through his pants and I knew he was just as aroused as I. I became convinced that he was thinking along the same lines as I, and I let my excitement grow as we walked to the club.

The club was on an upper level, and we had to ride up an escalator. I took a step ahead of Jim and turned to face him. We were the same height now and he leant forward and kissed me. Deeper this time, but still delicately running his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. As he kissed me he ran both of his hands up my thigh and under my dress. He stroked my arse from my lower back down to where it joins with my leg. I opened my legs a little, I wanted him to touch my pussy, I wanted him to feel how wet he had made me.

Instead I felt my dress rising, exposing my arse. I could hear voices behind us as we neared the top of the escalator. There were people up there and they could probably see what Jim was doing with my dress. The idea of being watched excited me even more and I could wait no longer for Jim to find my pussy by himself. I reached behind me and moved his hand between my legs. He caught on quickly and ran a finger along my slit.

We reached the top and Jim removed his hands and I straightened my dress. It was fairly early so we didn't have to queue or even pay a cover charge, not that doormen usually make me wait in the queue or pay, anyway. I was a little worried that the place may be empty, but when we got inside I saw there were enough people to mostly fill it without it being too crowded.

Jim led me straight to the dance floor and we began dancing. I was surprised at how well he danced, and how relaxed he was on the dance floor. We danced for a few songs and he became bolder in the way he touched me. At first he had just one hand on my waist, then two, and then he began to rub his hands up and down my body. My hands were all over him as well, stroking his chest, fondling his arse, and rubbing his crotch.

There were other dancers all around us, and even though they could see us, I felt like we were in our own private island of sensuality. Occasionally I would remember they were present, and they could see my hand on Jim's crotch or his hand on my arse, and I would get more excited and squeeze his cock, or lift my leg onto his hip and let my skirt ride up, giving them the same view Jim had had when I got out of the car.

I let Jim raise my skirt and stroke and squeeze my arse. I could feel the breeze blowing against the bottom of my arse and I knew I was exposed. Now and then Jim would pull my body against his, pressing me against him with his hand on my exposed arse. His put his hand under my dress and ran it along the crack of my arse and it was almost more than I could take. He ran his finger along the lips of my pussy opening my lips and sending bursts of pleasure through my body. His finger slid along my wet lips without resistance. I wished he would sink a finger into me, as I desperately needed release.

It was finally more than I could take. I needed a drink. I led him by the hand to the bar where we joined the queue. He stood behind me and ran his hands up and down the side of my body and across my breasts. My god he had me in such a state I couldn't even think of what I wanted to order.

As we stood in line at the bar with people pressing in on us from all sides, he began to lift my dress, leaving me naked and exposed. When he had lifted it as far as my hips he stopped. No one could see anything, he was blocking the view from behind, and the men beside me and in front of me were too close to be able see at the angle they needed. Nevertheless, it was extremely exciting to be so uncovered with so many men so close to me. My hairless pussy was completely uncovered in a nightclub. My juices were flowing freely now and my thighs were wet with them.

By the time we reached the bar I was almost high. Jim held my dress up with one hand and stroked my arse and thighs with his other hand. He was teasing me. I was almost certain he knew the effect he was having on me. He would occasionally brush his hand ever so lightly across my clit or pussy, enough to make me quiver, but not pressing nearly hard enough to give me any release.

"What can I get for you?" the barman asked.

When I opened my mouth to speak, Jim finally slipped a finger into me, two in fact. All that came out of my open mouth was a long groan as I felt the delicious pressure that means there was something inside me. After a couple moments where the barman was simply staring at me, probably staring at the look of bliss on my face, I could finally speak.

"Two long island iced teas please," I finally managed to say as a series of grunts while Jim began thrusting those delicious fingers in and out of me.

I reached around and found Jim's other hand and put it on my clit. He began stroking it quickly for me. His fingers inside me and his finger on my clit were more than enough to bring me to orgasm. I think I may have squeaked a couple of times as I came, but mostly I was quiet. The barman did look up from the drinks once with a sly smile, so I suspect he had some idea of what Jim was doing to me.

After I came I moved Jim's hands away from my pussy. I was way too sensitive now to be touched. The fingers that had been inside me were covered in my syrupy cum, and I had him wipe his hand on my dress, spreading my own cum over me.

I paid for the drinks and we walked back into the main area of the club. I had a couple of large gulps as we walked and came to a stop looking at the people on the dance floor. Jim took me by the hand and led me past the dance floor into another area of the club. We passed a barrier into a section that was closed for renovations.

Jim took my glass, and put it on the floor with his. He turned me to face him and put one arm around me, holding me tight against his body. His erection was pressing into my stomach and I began to stroke his cock though his pants. It was his turn now. I was about to kneel down to take him my mouth when he kissed me. His kiss was deep and hungry this time, there was nothing delicate about it. I responded just as intensely and lifted one leg onto his hip.

Jim lifted me and I wrapped both of my legs around his body. My dress rode up and my bare pussy was pressing against his crotch. My lips were open and ready and I pressed and rubbed myself against him. He walked us over to a wall and pressed me up against it. He began thrusting his crotch against me and I yearned to have him inside me. I removed my legs from him and he eased me down.

We both fumbled with his pants, which were covered with my cum. When we eventually got his pants undone, his cock sprang out and stood straight up. It looked delicious and I wanted to taste it, but Jim pulled me against him again and lifted me onto his hips. My dress rode up and Jim pushed it up even higher, leaving me exposed all the way to just below my breasts. I could feel his cock pressing against me, and I lifted myself up and away. I reached down and held his cock in my hand. I ran my hand up and down his shaft a few times. It felt beautiful, hard and silky. As I squeezed his cock gobs of precum leaked onto my hand and soaked it. I wiped his precum onto my dress letting it mingle with my own cum from earlier.

I positioned my pussy above his cock and lowered myself onto him. I let go as the head entered me and let myself slide down the entire length of his shaft. I filled myself with him. I could feel the heat of him as he slid deeper and deeper inside me and opened me wider and wider. He pushed me up against the wall again and began thrusting into me. His thrusts were hard and fast, pushing himself deep inside me and then withdrawing all but the very tip. I had a hunger to have him as deep inside me as we could reach and I swivelled my own hips in time with his thrusts, twisting and moving back and forth as he held me, pushing my hips forward to meet his hips as he pounded his cock into me.

He found the catch on my dress and undid the strap, exposing my breasts. I was almost entirely naked now, my dress crushed around my ribs, I was completely exposed above and below. In a mirror behind Jim I could see around the barrier and through the entrance to the dance floor where people were dancing. The idea of people dancing just metres away while Jim and I fucked drove me crazy. I began to cum again as I watched the dancers and thrust my hips in time with Jim's own thrusts.

I was high and out of control, wishing the people on the dance floor knew what was happening so near by. I was wishing not only that they knew, but that they could see, that they were here watching us having sex. I imagined they were, and I could feel the spasms beginning deep inside my pussy as I had an intense orgasm.

"Yes, yes," I said, with my words sounding more like grunts than language.

"Oh, Jim, fuck me, fuck me, I'm cumming," I cried out, willing my audience to hear my exclamations as I came.

Jim squeezed me tighter as he came, almost to the point of pain, but the pressure on my body just drove my pussy into deeper spasms, forcing more guttural moans from my throat. Somehow Jim managed to push his cock even deeper into me and I could feel his cock jerk over and over as he shot load after load of cum deep inside me.

When we were both spent we used the wall for much needed support. We lacked the strength needed for me to get down. After some time I began to slip and Jim eased me down to the floor. My dress slipped down to my ankles and I stood there naked in a dance club for a few moments before I bent and picked it up and dressed myself with shaking hands. Despite being almost completely exhausted I still found it exhilarating to be almost nude in a dance club with so many oblivious people so close.

Jim looked at my naked body and said, "You're beautiful Lisa, you have such an amazing body."

Once we had dressed and straightened our clothes Jim picked up our drinks and passed me mine. I took a few more much needed gulps. I put my arms around Jim and gave him a moist and lingering kiss on the lips.

"That was amazing," I said. "My head is spinning, I'm in another world."

"I know the feeling baby," he replied. "I'm right there with you."

We finished our drinks, and returned to the main part of the club. I headed for the bathroom, as I badly needed to get cleaned up. I had both his and my cum running down my legs all the way to my feet, and I could feel the wetness under my arches.

"Where are you going baby?" Jim asked, taking me by the hand as I started to leave.

"I need to clean up a little, sweetie," I replied. "I have cum all over me."

He pulled me to him and kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "Let it dry on you baby. I want to dance."

My god, he wanted me to walk into the crowd covered in our cum and dance! I could still feel his cum leaking out of me. Every now I then I would feel a runny bit flow rapidly down my leg. My thighs were beginning to stick together when they met, as some of the cum dried and became sticky. For a second I was in shock, but as I thought about it more, I felt a tingling begin in my loins, and I realised that it would actually be very exciting. I wondered if the people near us would be able to smell the sex on us.

I took Jim by the hand and drew him onto the dance floor. We were both worn out, and our dancing was much less energetic than it had been earlier, but for all of that it was no less sensual. Jim ran his hands over my body, occasionally lifting my dress and giving our fellow dancers a view of my arse. With the attention Jim was drawing to us by lifting my dress I felt sure that people would be looking and would notice the shiny runnels of cum on my legs.

Before long it was obvious that we didn't have the energy for more dancing and I led us off the dance floor.

"Let's go home," I said. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too," he responded. "Should I take you home or do you want to stay with me tonight?"

"Take me home please, I have an early start tomorrow," I said, "but I'd love you to stay with me tonight."




Notorious Ch. 03



"Alright, gorgeous," he said. "Your place it is."

We walked to the car in silence and in one another's arms. We didn't need to say anything and the silence was comfortable and warm. I was glad neither of us wanted to fill it with what would be meaningless small talk. The silence lasted the whole drive home as well. Jim would give me the occasional look, the smile and the warmth in his eyes, said much more than words could. And when he quirked a single eyebrow at me with a mischievous grin, I knew that our fun was not over.

The silence gave me the time to think about what we were doing. I had really enjoyed my evening with Jim, especially since there was no talk of anything serious. No thought about what it meant, no thought about where it might lead. It was such a relief after my experiences the last couple of nights with men that wanted so much more of me than just sex, so much more that I wasn't willing to give. With Jim it was nothing but free and uninhibited sex, we wanted to do it and we did. It was such a powerful feeling, being able to enjoy our bodies together without any need to worry about consequences, with no questions and the judgements that so often hide behind them. 

The silence wasn't broken until we rode the elevator up to my apartment where Jim took me in his arms and kissed me. As we kissed, he undid the catch on the strap of my dress again and pushed it down past my breasts. I was a little uncomfortable with this kind of display where I lived, but told myself that no one would be around at this time of night.

"You like to show me off, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I do, you're too sexy to keep hidden," he said. "It doesn't bother you does it?"

"Did I look like it bothered me tonight?" I answered, returning his question. "Does it look like I'm bothered now?"

"No," he said, "and it makes me so hot that you like it too."

I stroked his cock, which was getting hard again, and I said, grinning, "I can see it makes you hot." 

We held hands as we walked to my apartment. I held my dress around my waist to prevent it sliding down any further, just in case there were people around. I didn't want my neighbours to see too much of me, and I felt my breasts would be enough.

Once we were in the door, Jim took my hand away from my dress and it fell to the floor.

He took a step back and looked me up and down. "Amazing," he said. "You have no idea how much I want your body."

"'Good enough to eat,' you said earlier," I said.

"And I will," he said, as he stepped to me and picked me up.

He carried me down the hall of my apartment, looking in each room we passed until he had found the bedroom. He took me in and threw me on the bed. When I landed I rolled onto my side and watched him.

As he stepped towards the bed, I said, "Undress, I want to watch you."

He smiled and undid his belt as he kicked his shoes off. After undoing his belt he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground. He had a nice hard chest. I could see the bulge in his pants as he undid them and when he had them off his cock poked out of his boxer shorts. He was hard and erect and it was sticking out of the opening in his shorts.

"Bring that here," I said. "I want it."

He got his shorts off and stepped to the side of the bed. I squirmed over to the side of the bed and took his cock in my hand. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it a few times, while I looked at his face. He was smiling at me, enjoying looking down at me as I worked his dick with my hand. Slowly the physical sensations took over and he closed his eyes, letting go and enjoying the feeling as I stroked him. When he did, I took him in my mouth, and slowly ran my mouth down the length of his cock, licking and sucking as I went. I moved slowly so he could feel it with every inch of his cock as he slid deeper into the warm wetness of my mouth.

I hadn't intended to go down on Jim. I had really wanted him inside me again, but I am helpless to resist an erect cock when I see one. When I see the swollen head and the veins standing out along the length of it I get an almost irresistible urge to take it in my mouth, and once I have started it is almost impossible for me to stop until I feel the entire shaft jerking as it shoots its load into my mouth.

This time was no different. I grew more and more excited as I sucked on Jim's cock. My pussy and nipples began to tingle as I became more and more aroused, but despite my mounting arousal I was powerless to take the cock out of mouth and drag Jim down onto the bed and into me. I could feel the wetness gathering in my pussy. I could feel my lips opening in preparation to be entered. I could feel my legs opening almost of their own accord.

While all of these things were happening I continued to run my mouth up and down the length of his shaft. I took it out of my mouth and ran my hand along the length of it very fast, squeezing his cock, and letting it rub against my cheek as I ran my hand down it. It was shiny with my saliva when I looked at and slippery in my hand. Jim was groaning with each stroke of my hand and still had his eyes closed. I lowered my head to his balls and took them in my mouth as I stroked his cock with my hand.

I reached behind him with my other hand and stroked his arse. Letting my fingers wander closer and closer to his crack with each stroke. I began to move my hand up and down his arse with my fingers in the crease between his cheeks. With each stroke I let my fingers slide deeper into his crack until they were gliding past his arse hole on each stroke. As I stroked him I began to apply a little more pressure each time I passed his anus. He moved his legs apart slightly which I took to be approval and I began to play with his arsehole with my fingers.

I put my middle finger right on his opening and twirled it around in a circle, applying a little more pressure with each circle. He was moaning almost constantly now and began to thrust back and forth with his hips. When he began to thrust I took his cock back into my mouth and let him drive it into my mouth. I could feel his thrusts alternately pushing his cock into my mouth and then pushing his arsehole against my finger. I let his thrusts push my finger into his arsehole, not applying any additional pressure until the tip of my finger had penetrated him, then I pushed my finger further into him. I held my finger in place as he moved his hips back and forth, causing my finger to plunge in and out of his arse, as if I was fucking him.

"I'm going to cum," he said, and pulled out of my mouth.

"What's the matter sweetie?" I asked. "You can cum in my mouth."

"I want to cum on you," he answered. "Is that alright?"

"Yes, baby, cum on me anywhere you want," I said.

"I want to watch as my cum lands all over you," he said, "on your boobs and on your face."

I began stroking his cock as he took a couple of steps down the bed and leaned over me. He stopped moving his hips so I began to move my finger back and forth in his arse. He was near the bottom of my ribs when he started to cum and his first shot splashed onto my boob and shoulder. He turned to face more towards the head of the bed and took a step and shot more cum on my chest and neck. He leaned over me then and several shots of his spunk landed on my mouth and cheeks. I licked up the cum that landed on my mouth, and wiped up the rest of the cum with my hand and licked it off my fingers.

I let my finger slip out of his arse as he climbed onto the bed next to me.

"You look so hot with cum all over you, Lisa," he said, "and I love how you wiped it up and licked it off your fingers."

"I like it when you cum on me sweetie," I said.

"You like it when it when I cum on you, or when a man cums on you?" he asked.

"I like having cum on me, I like watching it shoot out of a cock and land on me," I said.

"Not just mine then, any man's cum?" he asked.

"Any man I like enough to be in bed with," I answered.

"I'm glad you told me, I'm glad we don't have to play games," he said. "You don't have to pretend with me Lisa."

"I know," I said.

"God that was good," he said. "Did you have fun on Thursday night after I left?"

"Yeah, I did, I had a really good night," I replied.

He rolled onto his side to face me and said, "That's what Tony said too."

"Really? You've spoken to him?" I asked. "I slept with Tony that night, what did he say?"

"I spoke to him today, and he told me you slept together and that it almost killed him. I know what he means now.

"When I found out you had slept with him I wondered what would happen on our date, but when I saw you in that dress I knew. But, god, it was so much better than I could have imagined."

He got up then and moved down to the bottom the bed. I was lying on my back and he took one leg in each of his hands and moved them apart, and up the bed, until my thighs were almost at right angles with my body. As he opened my legs my pussy lips opened as well. He knelt between my legs and looked at me as he ran his hands along my thighs. I was quivering with anticipation, I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I wanted it to happen.

"You have such a tight and pretty little pussy baby," he said, "I love that you have no hair, it's so smooth, and I can see your pretty lips. It's gorgeous when it's open like that, waiting for me to do something. It's like it's inviting me in."

He leant down and began to lick around my pussy then, moving from one thigh to the other, sometimes brushing lightly across my lips, teasing me, but not allowing me satisfaction. Then he let his tongue settle onto my clit, flicking it a little, toying with it, sending sparks through my body and making me quiver and twitch. Slowly he began to apply a little more pressure and began to lick with the flat of his tongue. Not flicking it any more, but just rubbing it firmly with the softness of his tongue. I was squirming under him in moments with my breath coming in ragged gasps.

He brought me so high with just his tongue and then he slid a finger into my pussy and began rubbing my g-spot. God I was on fire. I could feel an intense orgasm building and felt like I would explode soon. I felt him position a finger at the opening to my arse. He applied a little pressure, enough to let me know he was there, but did not enter me. I lifted my legs a little higher and angled my arse up slightly, giving him better access. Thus encouraged he slid his finger into my arse and I felt completely filled. He didn't thrust his finger into me or penetrate me far, he was only in me far enough to stimulate my arse, which is very sensitive.

With all of the different stimulations I was experiencing in my nether regions it was not long before I began climaxing steadily. With each climax I could feel my pussy squeezing on his finger and almost pushing him out of me. He continued to rub my g-spot and tongue my clit, bringing me higher and higher until finally I had an explosive orgasm which drove my hips up off the bed and drew a huge moan from my lips. As I came he pushed his finger deep into my arse and drove me even closer to losing my mind. I could feel the juices flowing out of me as I came and came and came.

When it was over he moved back up the bed and lay down next to me. I snuggled up against him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Wow. Baby that was amazing," I said, "thank you, thank you, thank you."

"It's only fair baby, it was your turn," he said.

I lay in the warmth of his arms for a while, feeling safe and secure, happy and satisfied, and eventually I drifted off to sleep.



Notorious Ch. 04



In the morning I woke with my head on Jim's shoulder. We were covered with just a sheet and I could see the outline of his penis through the sheet. Apparently he was having rather a pleasant dream because he looked semi-hard. There was time for me to have my way with him before I had to leave so I began to stroke his cock gently. It quickly grew fully erect.

Watching the outline of it grow under the sheet was turning me on and I began to gently kiss him on the neck and cheek. I wanted him to wake up gradually to the feelings of me giving him moist kisses and stroking his cock.

As his eyes slowly opened, he said, "Mmmmm, good morning baby."

"Hello beautiful," I said. "I have to leave soon."

"Ahhhh, okay," he said. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," I said, nuzzling his neck as we spoke. "You can stay as long as you like. I want you to make love to me before I go."

"I think I can do that for you sexy," he said, as he stroked my hip and arse. "What are you doing this afternoon after the gym?"

"I don't have any plans," I replied, while I kissed him on his Adam's apple. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I am meeting Paul at the beach later, would you like to join us?" he asked.

"Paul, huh?" I said, as I sat up a little and looked at him.

I couldn't help a cheeky smile from growing as I said, "Say 'hi' for me when you see him please."

"Sure," he said, as he ran his fingers along the crevice between my arse cheeks. "What's with the grin? Is there something I don't know about?"

I giggled a little, as I said, "Well, yes, there is actually, I went home with Paul on Friday night."

"Wow, you have been a busy little beaver, Lisa," he said, "or maybe I should say 'your beaver has been a little busy.'"

I couldn't help but giggle at his innuendo, as I said, "Either way works."

"How did you manage to get Paul into bed?" he asked. "He's sworn off women." "Well, I didn't really," I said, as I began to stroke his cock again. "It was all I could do to give him head, I practically had to rape him."

"That sounds right," he said, "but maybe you've put a dent in his armour."

"Maybe, but it's you I want right now," I said, before kissing him on the lips and increasing the pace of my strokes.

He moaned then and I knew our conversation was over, for the time being at least. He rolled me onto my back and began kissing my neck and gently biting as he moved along my neck to the lobes of my ears. He bit my ears then began to tickle them with his tongue. He ran his hand along my hips and waist, stroking my body and finally squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple.

His mouth and his hands were having the desired effect. I could feel the juices begin to flow in my pussy and I opened my legs. I wanted him inside me and I was almost ready. When he felt my legs open he moved his hand down to my pussy and stroked my lips. He opened my lips gently and spread the juices from my vagina, arousing me further and causing more juices to flow.

When he had me wet enough, he slipped a finger into me and began to finger fuck me. He rubbed the front wall of my pussy, which sent waves of pleasure washing over my body.

I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me baby. Fuck me now."

He didn't need any further encouragement, and positioned himself on top of me. I reached down and guided his cock into me as I wrapped my legs around his hips, spreading my legs for him and opening myself for his shaft to enter me. My whole body began to quiver as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me.

"That feels so good," he said, "you have such a tight little pussy baby."

"Yeah baby," I said, "tell me you like my cunt."

"Oh fuck," he said, thrusting into me harder and harder. "I love your gorgeous little snatch; it feels so good wrapped around my cock."

He lifted himself up a little and looked into my eyes as he thrust into me. He could see the pleasure on my face and I could see the pleasure on his. I couldn't help but open my mouth and thrust my head back as I came closer and closer to climax.

"You have such a tight little cunt," he said. "How does my big cock feel in your tight little slit?"

"It's perfect. Can you feel it stretching me baby?" I said, "Fuck me harder. Tell me I'm your slut."

It didn't seem possible but somehow he managed to thrust unto me deeper and harder. Each thrust was slower but more powerful. Each time he entered me I was pushed up the bed by the force. I opened my legs further, lifting them just under his shoulders. I wanted to be wide open to him so he could gain maximum penetration with his cock.

"You're my sweet little slut, Lisa," he said. "Have you ever been with two men?"

"Yes."

"Are you a proper slut, Lisa? Did you like it?"

"Yes. Yes."

"Would you do it again? Would you have two cocks at once, my slutty baby?"

"Yes. Fuck yes." I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him I love having more than one cock, but I didn't have the ability to form words.

Jim moved first one arm over my leg and then the other. He pushed my legs even higher, so my knees touched my shoulders, and spread me even wider. He continued his hard deep thrusts. Each time he pounded his cock into me I thought I would explode as a shock wave of pleasure spread through my body.

I had finally let go of one of my deepest secrets, and rather than being shocked, Jim was turned on. I could see in his eyes that he was crazy with lust for me. He was excited by the thought of me with two men, he was excited by calling me dirty names, and he was even more excited that it excited me. 

"Would you like to fuck me and Paul?"

"God, yes!"

"This afternoon? I want to fuck you with Paul this afternoon."

"Yes."

"Will you let me watch you suck his cock?"

"Yes."

After that I lost the ability to form any kind of rational thought. I was completely lost in the ecstasy of sex. I don't know what else I might have agreed to, but I would have agreed to anything Jim asked of me. I was completely lost in the pleasure of his thrusting cock. I could feel tears running down my cheeks as I came again and again.

I only began to regain my senses as Jim came. He pulled out of me and shot cum all over me. His cum was all over my stomach and breasts and neck. His orgasm was so powerful that his cum shot all the way to my face. I opened my mouth hoping to taste his jizz and was happy to feel a huge gob land on my lips and tongue. I swallowed it greedily. Tasting him was the perfect end to our amazing sex.

We lay together for a few moments, letting the ecstasy fade slowly, before Jim rolled off me. I left Jim in bed, looking like a peaceful child after his immense orgasm, and went and showered.

While I showered I realised that my buoyant mood was not solely the after-effects of our lovemaking. I felt liberated. Jim knew I'd been with Paul and Tony this weekend, he knew how I liked to be treated in bed, and he knew I liked to have more than one man at the same time. Until now I had not let anyone see that side of myself — at least no one that I considered a friend, no one that I would continue to see. I felt freer than I had in a long time, I could let him see my inner self, and I felt safe with him. I had a feeling that it would even be okay to let all of our friends see this side of me.

When I returned to the bedroom Jim was sleeping. He woke as I gathered my things for the gym.

He looked at me and said, "You're beautiful, perfect. Are you sure you can't stay with me today?"

"I'd love to but I can't, I have to go to the gym"

"Who are you meeting there?" he asked.

"Ezra."

"Ezra? As in Errol? Our Errol?" he asked.

"Yep."

He burst into laughter, and I turned to face him, as he said, "Are you going to have sex with him?"

"I think so. I will if the timing's right."

"Let me guess, you're going to seduce him while letting him think he's seducing you, right?"

"Something like that gorgeous. I'm not sure how much of a workout I'm going to get though, you've exhausted me."

I let Jim watch as I pulled on my gym shorts and top. I'd bought a new outfit for today. Pink lycra ultra short shorts with lime stripes on the side, and an equally small pink lycra halter top with a lime zip fastening between my breasts.

"God," he said. "He won't stand a chance with you wearing that. It should be illegal."

"You like it?"

"Jesus, yes," he said. "You in nothing but two tiny pieces of lycra is enough to give a man a heart attack."

"Do me a favour though?" he asked.

"Maybe, what's the favour?"

"When the time comes with Ez, don't be subtle, just say, 'Do you want to fuck me, Ez?'"

I thought about it for a few moments, before agreeing by saying, "Okay." The idea of being so brazen was exhilarating, and knowing that Ezra would probably tell his friends what I said was even more exhilarating.

"And one more thing?" he asked.

"For you baby, anything."

"Send me a text when you are about to have sex with him. I want to know when you are doing it and I want to think about you being fucked."

I didn't have to think about that at all, I said, "That's so sexy! I'll do it."

I pulled on my old three-quarter length tracksuit pants and a t-shirt. I gave Jim a kiss and said, "Stay as long as you like, I'm off."

"Goodbye," he said. "Have fun."

"You know I will," I said with a cheeky smile as I walked out of the bedroom.



Notorious Ch. 05



I met Ezra outside the gym. After saying our hellos, giving Ezra a kiss on the cheek and letting him fondle my arse, we decided to start with a squash game. There was nothing unusual in that, we usually start our workout with one, although today I had something a little special in mind.

We found an empty court and Ezra began doing some stretches. I watched him from the corner of my eye, waiting until he was looking in my direction, then I took my tracksuit pants and top off. I heard a groan from Ezra's direction, and when I turned to look he was on the ground rubbing his thigh.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, I got distracted and lost my balance," he said. "I must have overstretched my thigh."

"Are you going to be able to play?"

"Yes of course, just give me a second to warm it up a little."

I turned away and couldn't help but grin, I was pretty sure I knew what the distraction was. I had bought a new gym outfit and it was having the effect I was hoping for. I was wearing very brief lycra shorts and an equally brief lycra halter, they were pink with green stripes on the sides, and the top fastened with a zip between my breasts.

I thought I would see how much Ezra could take and I kept my back to him as I began doing my own stretches and bends. With each stretch I could feel my pants riding up a little higher.

After a few minutes, Ezra asked, "Is that a new gym suit?"

I turned my head and saw him watching me stretch. I continued to watch him as I stretched some more, then turned away and let him watch me from behind. I bent at the hips, my legs parted slightly, as I did a few forward stretches. At the best of times these shorts only just barely cover my arse, and bending over like this I could feel them sneaking up my behind. I was fairly certain that Ezra couldn't have had a better view of the curves of my cheeks even had I been naked.

"Yes," I answered, a little late, "I figured it was time to retire my old trackie pants."

"I like it," he said.

"It's not too flashy is it?" I asked.

"No, but now that you mention it what are you going to do when I win eleven love?" he asked. "I can already see your stomach, so you can't flash that at me."

"Ha ha," I giggled, "you'll be lucky, but I'll think of something."

"Let's get started, then," he said.

We played the first game of squash. It's always a much better workout for me than Ezra because he is a much better player and makes me run all over the court. I think he enjoys watching my bits bounce. I came close a few times, but I didn't manage to win a single point.

"Well?" said Ezra.

"Well, what?" I responded.

"What's my reward?" he asked.

"Oh that," I said, "I really thought I had you on a couple of those points."

"Close, but not quite good enough."

I walked over to within a few feet of Ezra and undid the zip between my breasts. I held one side of my top in each of my hands and slowly moved my hands apart, revealing more and more of my breasts as I went. I was a little sweaty and my breasts shone slightly. It wasn't just the exercise causing my nipples to harden.

Ezra stared unashamedly at my breasts, and when he caught his breath he stuttered a little as he said, "Very nice."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, that's enough."

"I can't wait to see what's next when I beat you this time."

"You won't beat me again," I bragged, "I've got you're number now."

Ezra and I had been playing this game for almost as long as we had known each other. I can't remember exactly where it started, but at some point I had begun flashing a little of my stomach at him each time I lost without scoring a point. If I lost more than once I would show him a little more with each game. My outfit today left my stomach bare, so I had shown him my breasts instead. I'd known right from the time I'd bought the outfit what Ezra's rewards would have to be, and it excited me. It excited me even more to finally be doing it.

Needless to say, I lost again without scoring a point. It was what I wanted, but I couldn't let him see that, and I tried just as hard as I usually do to beat him. He seemed to be working a little harder today because he wanted to know what would come next when he beat me without scoring again.

As soon as the last point was complete I unzipped my top. When I turned to face him it was already undone and my breasts were exposed. As I walked towards him I let it fall to the floor and I felt all of my boundaries sliding away with it. I wasn't just exposing my breasts to Ezra, I was showing him part of my secret self, and even though we had played this game many times before, he could never have known that I enjoyed letting him see my body at least as much as he enjoyed looking at it.

He watched my breasts jiggle as I walked towards him. When I reached him I took his hands in mine and rubbed them over my breasts, squeezing occasionally. With one hand I moved his finger tips over my hard nipple, causing tingles to shoot through my body.


I watched him intently as he felt my boobs. His eyes were slightly glazed and he was staring at his hands on my breasts. I looked down and could see a bulge forming in his pants. I took my hands away and let him feel me on his own. He pushed my breasts together, giving me cleavage, and then he pinched and twisted each of my nipples. His ministrations caused them to stand up as far as I had ever seen them. I could feel my pussy beginning to moisten.

"That's enough," I said, breathlessly.

My breathlessness was not caused by arousal, but rather the feeling of freedom that came from letting Ezra see a part of me I usually kept hidden. I was loath to put my top back on because I didn't want to give up my new found liberation. My freedom and my bare breasts had become linked. I fetched my top and turned to face him as I reluctantly put it back on, giving him one last glimpse of my breasts and my freedom.

"Ahh, fuck," he croaked out, almost too quietly to hear.

"Feel like doing some weights?" I asked, feeling caged and restricted once again.

"Huh. Yeah, I guess."

"I think you could do some bench presses with that thing," I said, nodding down at the enormous bulge in his pants. Speaking about his erection so casually restored some of my feeling of independence and lifted my sprits again.

"What?" he said.

He looked down and became embarrassed when he saw how big his cock had grown. He turned away from me sheepishly. His cock looked enormous, and from what I could see it was only half erect. I got excited imagining how big it was going to be when I finally had it free, wondering if I would need two hands to stroke the full length of it.

We worked out for about forty-five minutes. I was doing bench presses when Ezra came over to spot for me. I didn't really need a spotter as I wasn't pushing myself and could easily cope with the weights I had. I looked up to tell him so and that I would catch up with him in the sauna, but as I looked up I spotted that bulge in his crotch again. He had it thrust forward so it was practically in my face. His bulge grew as I watched. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was exciting him to have his huge member just inches from my face. Each time I saw it I hungered for it more. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it all in my mouth, it was way too big, but I was longing to try.

After I finished my set, I looked straight at his crotch as I said, "Are you going to let it do some presses?"

His only response was to grin at me. He was well aware now that we were no longer playing. He was enjoying letting me see his huge cock, turning the tease back on the teaser, and it was driving me crazy. Our games had reached a whole new level, and I knew there was no way we could return to the place we had been before. I wondered how it would affect our friendship in the future, but that was part of why I was throwing caution to the wind, I wanted to know what people would think of me when I let them see me the way I yearned to be seen.

It was a heady feeling, letting my inhibitions fall away, but scary as well. With my guard down I could be hurt, the judgements these people made of me would penetrate to my inner self, they wouldn't bounce off the façade I usually hid behind. It was not only my body that was naked and exposed, it was my soul, and I felt vulnerable. 

We headed for the change rooms and agreed to meet in the sauna. I was about to put my swimmers on when I realized I'd had enough, it was time to up the ante. Instead of putting my swimmers on I wrapped a towel around my naked body and went to the sauna. When I arrived Ezra was already there, and he poured some water over the hot stones, raising the temperature as I entered.

I sat opposite Ezra. We looked at each other in silence and sweated, letting the heat and steam soften and relax our muscles so we wouldn't be stiff after our workout. With a slight grin on his face, Ezra proudly displayed the bulge in his swim trunks, he held his legs slightly parted to offer me an unobstructed view. The outline of his cock was clearly visible, and I stared at it openly, hoping he would notice me staring. It grew as I watched, and it just kept on growing.

"Are you going to show me your tits again?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. I just opened my towel and let it fall to my lap, causing Ezra's smile to grow, along with his member. I repositioned myself a little, causing the towel to slip away from my thigh, exposing my naked skin all down one side of my body, making it clear that I was wearing nothing but the towel. As I did this I continued to stare at Ezra's growing cock.

I moved my leg slightly, causing the towel to slip inward and expose almost my entire thigh. The towel was now only just barely covering my pussy, with enough uncovered to guess it was completely hairless.

I hadn't planned it this way, but it just came out, "Do you want to fuck me Ezra?"

He didn't say a word. He just got up and walked to me. He pushed the towel off me completely, exposing all of my naked body, finally exposing my hairless pussy completely. He drank me in with eyes. I could almost feel their touch and my body tingled wherever his gaze passed. He leaned down and kissed me. I immediately put my hand on his cock. It was enormous and my suspicions were confirmed, it wasn't even fully erect yet. I wanted it. I wanted to feel that cock inside me.

Ezra lifted me from my seat and pressed our bodies together as he kissed me deeply. It could have been the heat, but I suspected it was actually the enormous cock in my hand, whatever it was, I was almost delirious.

"Let's go," he said. "I want you."

"You've got me," I replied. "I can't wait until we get home, I need you right now."

"Someone will find us," he said.

"No one's going to come in here," I said. "It's Sunday morning, the place is deserted. We're practically the only people here."

I don't know if he believed me, but it didn't matter, as he said nothing more about leaving. I slid my hand inside his pants and gripped his naked cock for the first time. It was hot; it was slick with sweat and steam. I ran my hand along it; it was beautiful, smooth and silky, with thick veins standing out. With my other hand I pushed his trunks down, releasing his cock to spring into the air. I ran my hand along the length of it, squeezing it, causing precum to dribble out of the top and onto my stomach. I squeezed it more and dragged it over my stomach, drawing on myself with his precum.

Ezra's hands were all over my body. He was exploring me, squeezing my arse and my breasts, running his nails over my back. He raised one of my legs onto the seat of the sauna, placing my foot on my towel, spreading my legs and opening my pussy. He positioned the head of his cock at my pussy and pushed the head inside me. My lips opened to him, embracing him and welcoming him into me.

As soon as he entered me, my pussy juices began to flow in earnest. It was as if my body knew what an enormous cock was about to enter it and it was preparing and pouring my juices down over it so it would be slippery enough to enter me fully.

Ezra began to slowly work his cock back and forth, entering me a little deeper with each motion. I could feel myself opening more and more, wider and wider each time he pushed another inch into me.

When he had about two thirds of it inside me he began to quicken his pace and stopped pushing further into me. Even though he wasn't fully inside me I could feel his cock deep within me, and each thrust sent shivers through my body. I began to thrust forward to meet each of his thrusts, I wanted him completely inside me, and if he wasn't going to give it to me I was going to take it.

We thrust our bodies together, his cock plunging into me deeper and deeper. The sweat from our bodies was running freely, mingling together along with our sexual juices. His body was slick with sweat as I ran my hands over him, and I could feel sweat running down my own back. The heat of the sauna was intense, and the heat radiating from our loins was almost enough to burn.

It wasn't long before his full length was inside me. With each thrust he would withdraw almost entirely and then hammer his cock back into the depths of my pussy. Each of his thrusts caused quivers in my pussy and sent waves of pleasure through my body as I felt his shaft embed itself deeply within me. My pussy was out of control twitching and convulsing with spasms every time he pounded his huge cock into me.

His thrusts were relentless, and I began to have climax after climax. I was cumming with nearly every one of his thrusts into my depths. I had to drape my body on him, my legs were turning to jelly and I could barely stand as he continued to hammer his cock into me.

It was fortunate that the gym was almost empty as I couldn't help but let out a loud moan with each of his thrusts. Between the heat and the ecstatic sensations flowing over my body I felt like I would melt.

When I felt his thrusts becoming more spasmodic I knew he would soon be shooting his cum deep inside me. He put his hands on my arse and pulled me towards him each time he thrust into me, pushing his cock into me even deeper. It hurt when he pounded into me that deeply and that hard, but it was a delicious pain and it mingled with my orgasms intensifying all of the sensations running through my body.

He pulled me against him at the same time as he thrust deeply into me and I thought I would burst. I knew he was cumming because he was no longer pulling out with his thrusts, and instead he was just trying to drive deeper and deeper within me, to plant his seed as far inside me as was physically possible.

When he had finished I collapsed against him and we stood joined for what seemed like an eternity as the sweat ran down us. When he pulled out of me I collapsed onto the seat, completely exhausted and sated. I looked at his cock so close to my face and I wondered whether it would be possible to take all of it into my mouth.

After a time that could have been seconds or could have been hours Ezra helped me to stand up and we left the sauna. Once outside we saw the spa and pool. The pool looked good, so fresh and cool. After the sauna I definitely needed to cool down.

"I'll get my swimmers and meet you back here," I said.

"Okay," Ezra replied.

I went to the change room and had a quick shower and changed into my swimmers. Ezra was already in the spa when I returned and I joined him, sitting with my body pressed up against him, able to relax at last. We alternated between soaking in the spa and cooling off in the pool for the next twenty minutes. Ezra explored my body with his hands and I stroked his enormous cock and marvelled at its beauty.

I knew it was time to leave when I noticed my hands had become prunes. "It's time to go," I said to Ezra.

"Okay, let's get changed and meet back here."

"Okay," I agreed.

I returned to the change rooms and remembered my promise to Jim. I was supposed to send him a text message when I was about to have sex with Ezra. I had completely forgotten, and hadn't expected to do it in the sauna in any case. I pulled out my phone and sent Jim a message saying, "I just fucked Ez in the sauna, it was hot! lol"

I dried myself off and pulled my tracksuit pants and t-shirt on again. I left the change room and found Ezra waiting for me just outside. When I walked over to him he pinched my nipple.

"Hey!" I said, slapping his hand away.

He just grinned at me and made a grab for my arse. I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. And I realised I couldn't blame him for grabbing my nipple, as I hadn't brought any underwear with me, and my nipples were poking through my top very prominently. Also prominent was his cock, once again semi-erect, and the sight of it turned me on all over again. I pulled him to me and kissed him as I stroked it with one hand while my other guided his hand under my top to my breasts.

I felt him slide his other hand inside my tracksuit pants and run it up and down the crease of my arse. I was on fire again. This was a man who had been chasing me for months but I had kept at a distance because I did not find him all that attractive. But now that I had seen his cock standing up through his pants I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to kneel before the cock and swallow it. I wanted to kneel before it and worship it. The thought of it in my mouth and the feel of it my hand had my juices flowing again. Ezra's hand had slid down to my pussy and he had the tip of a finger inside me. I was hungry to have him again, but this wasn't the place.

I pushed him away and said, "Not here, let's go."

We left the gym and walked to his car. He held the car door open for me, which was such a sweet gesture I had to kiss him again. As always happened when I kissed Ezra, he put his hand on my arse, and feeling him feel me made me want to feel his cock again. I put my hand on his crotch. If anything it was firmer now than it had been before, driving my lust to new heights, I wanted to taste his cock, I wanted to know what it felt like in my mouth and I wasn't sure I would be able to wait until we got home. As I stroked and rubbed his shaft through his pants it grew harder and harder. I pulled at the waistband of his pants and the head popped out. I began to stroke it as we kissed and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to wait until we got home. I needed his cock and I needed it now.

"Get in the car," I said, pulling away from him.

He walked around to the driver's side with his cock poking out of the top of his pants. He got in and as he fumbled the key into the ignition I slid one hand down his pants and used the other to turn his head to face me so I could kiss him.

I pushed his pants down further, exposing more of his cock so I could feel the full length of it. I leant back from him and looked him in the eye. He had a glazed look, like he was lost in his lust. I am sure it reflected the look in my own eyes. I could feel my own lust taking over. I removed my top and plunged my face into his lap, taking his cock as far into my mouth as I could.

As hard as I tried, I could only get about half way down his shaft. Not only was his dick too big to take, but the steering wheel, the gearshift and the brake were all making it near impossible to give his cock the treatment it deserved. I pushed his pants down further, exposing the entire length, and began to stroke the length that I couldn't take in my mouth, while I ran my tongue around the part of the shaft that I had in my mouth.

Slowly I managed to take more and more into my mouth, until I felt I could take it all if we just weren't in such a cramped area. I sat up and got out of the car. I walked around to the driver's side and opened the door.

"Face me," I said, as I pulled his legs out of the car.




Notorious Ch. 05



He reached out and began stroking my breasts, and I realised I had walked around the car with no top on. God, I really was out of it! I knelt outside the driver's door and took his cock back in my mouth. I finally had the opportunity to kneel before his beautiful member and worship it.

I took it out of my mouth and wetted my tongue and ran it all over the beautiful cock that was in my face, making it slippery and shiny with my saliva. I began to stroke the base with one hand and fondle his balls with the other hand. Slowly I slid my mouth further and further down his shaft. It was so much more than I could comfortably take, but I was determined. I knew that sooner or later he would tell our friends about what had happened today, and I wanted him to be able to tell them that I was possibly the only woman who had ever been able to take all of him in her mouth and throat.

I relaxed and did my best to enter the moment, forgetting everything about me except the most immediate sensations. I'd never expected yoga and meditation to be useful in a situation like this but it was, there was just me and the penis, I relaxed and opened myself, my mind, my body, my soul, and my throat. I felt it sliding deeper and deeper into my throat, and I had a moment's panic, but I centred myself again, and continued to take it deeper into my throat.

Finally, my nose was pressed up against his pelvis and I could feel his balls on my chin. I was excited and proud of myself. I began to rock up and down on his cock, moving only about half an inch up and down each time, but I could tell he was enjoying it, because I could hear him making the strangest little squeaking sounds.

For a moment I lost it. I began to gag and I thought I would choke and vomit and die. I lifted my head as quickly as I could, until I had just the head in my mouth. My mouth filled abruptly with saliva and it dribbled down his cock.

Ezra hadn't noticed anything, he was just saying, "Oh my fucking god," over and over.

He wasn't even thrusting his cock at me. He was completely tranced out, absolutely lost in the sensations of having his dick buried deeply in my throat. I slowly took him all the way into my throat again, it was easier this time, I knew what to expect. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, I had this massive cock sunk deep inside my throat and my pussy juices started flowing like crazy.

I wanted to fuck him with my mouth and throat. I raised my mouth up his shaft slowly a few inches and then lowered it back down again. I couldn't really breathe properly but I began to slide my throat up and down on his shaft faster and faster, just a small distance, but the effect was amazing, his whole body began to shudder, and he started saying "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over.

He exploded, shooting his cum straight down my throat and instinctively putting his hand on the back of my head, holding me down with his cock deep in my throat until his orgasm subsided. He made little gibbering noises as he came. I didn't even have the opportunity to taste or swallow his cum, as he had just shot it straight down my throat into my stomach.

When his body stopped shuddering I lifted my face off his cock. I looked up at him and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he just leant back in his seat and closed his eyes. I walked back around the car and got in the passenger side. I was exhausted as well and I just sank into my seat and spent a few minutes catching my breath.

When I had collected my wits I reached over and took his hand and slipped it down my pants. I used his finger to stroke my clitoris. When he felt my pussy he recovered his senses quickly and took over stroking my clit. He was a little rougher than ideal but I needed release and I wasn't about to complain. I pushed my tracksuit pants down and put one foot on the dashboard in front of me and stretched my other leg across his lap. My pussy was completely on fire and my juices were flowing freely.

"Drive," I said.

"What!?" he replied.

"Drive somewhere, somewhere you can go fast."

I was completely lost. His finger on my clit was driving me crazy. I was practically naked in the front of the car and we were going to drive somewhere. Somewhere, but I had no idea where. What I did know was that I wanted people to see him masturbating me as we drove past.

He pulled out of the car park and only drove a few blocks before we stopped at a set of traffic lights. He'd put his finger inside me now and I was stroking my clit myself. I'd reclined the back of my seat so I could close my eyes and relax. I was still at about a forty-five degree angle but it felt heavenly being able to lie back and let myself be pleasured.

"A car's pulled up," he said.

"It's okay," I said, "just keep doing that, just keep fucking me with your finger."

"They're looking," he said.

"Who cares?" I said. "Just smile. And drive. Smile and drive."

I didn't know if they could see in the car, I couldn't see them, but in case they could, I turned to face them more, so they would have a better view of my pussy with his finger in it.

The lights changed and he took off very fast. A minute or two later we were speeding along the freeway and I was on the verge of cumming. I began to wobble my finger back and forth very quickly on my clitoris and I began to cum. I could feel my pussy convulsing and I pushed Ezra's finger out of my pussy altogether as I had a shattering orgasm.

When the orgasm had passed I sat back in my seat while I recovered my senses. When I was sane again I realised I had no clothes on and that we were on the freeway. I didn't really care, and I lay back and relaxed and enjoyed the after-effects of cumming.

"God," I said, "that was intense!"

"You're fucking amazing," he said, "no one's ever done anything like that to me before."

I kissed him on the cheek, and said, "I'm glad it was good baby."

"It was better than good, I don't even know how to begin describing it," he said.

"Can you take me back to my car please?"

"Of course," he said.

As we drove back, I pulled my clothes back on. Apart from that, I just rested.

When we got back to the car park Ezra pulled up beside my car. He leaned over and kissed me deeply.

"Today has been amazing," he said. "I can't wait to see you again."

"Me too, baby," I said, "me too."

I got out of the car and watched him drive away. As I stood there I wondered what he would think when he found out everything else I had done in the last few days. I hoped we would be able to go on playing our games together. Now that I had let my inhibitions go, I enjoyed him feeling me up in front of our friends. I was worried that he might be jealous and think badly of me. I decided I would have to reassure him that although he couldn't have me to himself he could have me whenever he wanted.

As I sat in my car remembering the pleasures of the morning, I realized I had no idea where we had been driving or why we had left the car park. The last clear memory I had was using his hand to masturbate in the car, after that everything was a blur of orgasmic delight.

Whatever the reason it didn't really matter. I had to get home. I would be meeting Jim and Paul in the afternoon and I was in desperate need of a nap. If I was really lucky Jim would still be in my bed and I could cuddle up with him. 



Notorious Ch. 06



I was absolutely terrified about what was going to happen this afternoon. I never should have agreed to it. I never should have agreed to a threesome with Jim and Paul. It was insane. It was too much too soon. It was all Jim's fault, he should know better than to hold a girl to an agreement made in the throws of passion.

I had become so agitated that I couldn't even decide what I wanted to wear. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Of course, at the time Jim had had his cock buried deep inside me and I was peaking deliciously. Now in the cold light of day it looked completely different. Paul would think I was a slut, and he'd tell our friends. Everything that had happened in the last few days was going to be ruined this afternoon.

I knew I was overreacting when I began to feel sick. I really thought I was going to throw up. It was absurd. I wanted to call in sick. But how does one call in sick for a threesome? However one might do it, I knew that I couldn't do anything this afternoon, not unless I pulled myself together.

I took a few deep breaths. This afternoon was going to happen, it could be good or it could be bad. It all depended on me. I lit some incense and played some music. It's bizarre, but violent music calms me, it draws all the negativity out of me. I listened to Marilyn Manson and I inhaled incense. I felt better when I heard "Slutgarden" come on, no ordinary cynicism can compare to the cynical purity of that song.

The only thing I had to do this afternoon was be sexy, and I knew how to do that. I had to make Paul a slave to his own lust. I had to make sure that when he told our friends about it that he would say something like, "Lisa's a fantastic girl, and mind blowingly uninhibited in bed," instead of something like, "Lisa's a whore, she's a good root, but a whore's a whore."

The best way I could think of doing that was by being sexy. By being so sexy that he would want me again and again. If I could make this afternoon the best sex he had ever had, everything he told our friends would be positive. Even if he told them I was a slut, he would tell them with such a positive attitude that it would come across as a good thing.

This clarity gave me direction, but at the same time it made everything seem more important. What would I wear? My god, I was just going to the beach, how could clothes be such an issue? I was losing my mind, but I knew it was important to strike the right balance of sexiness and modesty.

A g-string was obviously out today. I decided on a little Brazilian string bikini. It tied together on the hips, rode very low, and was brief enough that no man could avoid the inevitable visceral reaction. The top had a tie between the breasts instead of at the back, and was just as brief as the bottom, leaving the curve of my breasts exposed at the sides and only just barely covering my nipples at the front.

It was a ten minute walk to the beach from my apartment, and I was nervous the whole way. As I walked I could feel my bikini bottom riding up, so even though I wasn't wearing a g-string, the effect was the same. In the end I'd become so frustrated trying to decide what to wear that I had just pulled on a sarong. I folded it into a triangle and wrapped it around me, tying the corners on my hip. On one side the sarong left me almost bare -- a fact which didn't go unnoticed to the cars that drove past. A couple of cars honked madly as they passed, with the boys inside staring and waving at me. I smiled and waved back. The attention made me feel a little better. If I was having that effect on strangers, I would surely have the same effect on Paul.

The beach was crowded and I drew looks as I walked between the people looking for Jim and Paul. They were difficult to find in the sea of bodies, and when I spotted them, they were chatting, facing down the beach, away from me. They were probably pointing out the sexy girls to one another. I decided to give them a little show and walked past them, swinging my hips a little and shaking my arse. I hoped the sarong would enhance the effect, the attempt to cover myself making the view a little more illicit, a little more enticing.

Looking around and pretending to see them for the first time, I said, "There you are, hiding right in front of me."

Both Jim and Paul said "Hello," and rose and gave me a hug and a kiss.

After spreading out my towel I removed my sarong and sat down with them, soaking up the sun, and making small talk. I couldn't believe it, here I was chatting as if nothing was out of the ordinary with the two men who would soon be in my bed, and then in me. I couldn't help it, I was suddenly very aroused. I considered asking how they felt about our coming threesome, but if they were anything like me, they were enjoying the anticipation without mentioning it.

Very casually I undid the tie on my bikini top and slipped it off, revealing my breasts. Both of these men had seen my breasts before, but that didn't stop them from staring. It was clear Jim and Paul were thinking about what we would soon be doing, and if they noticed the state of my nipples, hard and crinkled, they would have to know that I was thinking about it too. I leant back, letting my breasts jiggle as I did so. They were both mesmerised, with their eyes locked on my breasts as I moved.

The anticipation was killing me, and I couldn't take it any longer, I broke the spell by suggesting we have a swim. I stood up, and said, "Come on, let's go!"

Jim rose and said, "Alright. Come on Paul."

With that encouragement Paul rose and we negotiated a path through the bodies on the sand to the water's edge. I gasped when the water hit my feet, it didn't seem possible but my nipples crinkled even further. I can't stand to get wet gradually, it's like slow torture to me, so I ran ahead and dove under a wave. The sudden immersion in the cold water was a shock to my system, but an exhilarating one.

After I surfaced again I ran back to the boys and splashed water on them. Jim came rushing at me and picked me up and threw us both under a wave. Our bodies pressed together as the wave washed over us. We surfaced laughing, and I pushed Jim as hard as I could, which didn't have much effect on him, but did almost push me over. Paul caught me from behind and helped me avoid falling over, and I finished up in his arms. I reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and then pushed myself away and dove under another wave.

We played like this for a while, chasing one another and pressing our bare bodies together. The boys took any opportunity to touch my body and I could feel their semi-erect cocks when our bodies pressed together. It was very erotic even though we weren't touching one another sexually. We were oblivious to the people around us, it was like we were caught in our own little bubble of passion.

When it felt like the cold was sinking into my bones I told the boys that I was going to lie in the sun and warm up. I caught a wave back to the shallows and made my way up the beach. As I was walking I felt a stinging slap on my arse and turned, and there was Jim with a big grin on his face.

"Ow!" I said, "That hurt."

"Don't be such a baby," he replied. "You look fucking hot, and I couldn't help it; I had to touch your arse."

"It's alright," I said, as I slapped his arse as hard as I could, "we're even now."

"You looking forward to this afternoon?" he asked. "How was Ezra? In the sauna, huh? The text you sent was hot."

"You liked the text?" I asked. "You didn't mind getting it after we'd done the deed?"

"It would have been nice to know you were doing it while I was thinking about you," he said, "but it was still hot. Next time you'll have to send one before you start.

"So, what about this afternoon? Excited?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I get wet every time I think about it. Two cocks! I love being with more than one guy. I love having more than one cock inside me."

"More than one, huh?" he asked. "What about more than two?"

"You know what they say, 'The more the merrier!'" I said, grinning at him. I loved being able to talk like this with Jim. I loved teasing him, and I loved opening up with him.

"Just how merry have you been Lisa?"

"Pretty merry, but you know a lady never tells!"

"You're a tease you know," he said.

"I know, and you love it," I said. "Is your cock hard now?"

"Firm. When do you want to go?" he asked. "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

"I just got here, I want to soak up some sun, maybe have another swim," I said. "Tell me what you told Paul about this, I'm a little surprised he agreed."

"Look at you! Who wouldn't agree?"

I couldn't help but smile. I put my arm around him as I said, "You're so sweet. But tell me about Paul."

"Okay. Well, it was harder than I expected. I thought that if I just said something like, 'Are you up for a three-way with Lisa? She's keen,' that he'd jump at it. But he was hemming and hawing and making excuses.

"I couldn't believe it. What guy could say no? I kept working on him and I could see he was cracking, so I said, 'Didn't you enjoy her blowing you the other night? Are you going to tell me that if a beautiful woman like Lisa wants to fuck you and suck you off, you'd say no? Are you mad?'

"'Well,' he said, 'well, no... if you put it like that. But I just want her to go down on me, you can fuck her, but all I want is a blowjob.'

"Oh god," I said, "he's going to think I'm a slapper."

"What?"

"He's going to think I'm a slut and he'll tell everyone what a slapper I am."

"No he's not," he said. "Trust me, once he sees you naked all of his resistance will slip away, if it hasn't already. Did I tell you already you look fucking hot? I love that bikini. I need you now; waiting is going to kill me."

"It won't hurt you to wait," I said. "You sure it's going to be alright?"

"Fuck yeah; it's going to be fine. When he's got his cock in your mouth, and he's watching you cumming with another dick in your pussy he'll want you any way he can get you. God what a picture! You with two cocks in you! Does that excite you?"

"Yes," I said, almost in a whisper, "Yes, when I stop being nervous, it's hot, I want you both inside me at the same time, I want you both to cum in me and on me. I'm going to have you both more than once. Are you up for it?"

"Are you kidding? To see you with cum all over you, sucking another man's cock! I don't think I'll be soft for a moment."

"Stop it," I said, as I sat down on my towel, still wet, "now you're making me horny."

"Stop what?" Paul asked, surprising me as he came up from behind me. I hoped he hadn't heard too much and hadn't heard me talking about being horny.

"Well? What is it that's making you horny Lisa?" Paul asked, mortifying me.

"We were talking about her being with the two us this afternoon and it's getting her hot," Jim said.

"Is that so," Paul said. "Do you like being with two men?"

I couldn't read Paul. I knew Jim would want to hear that it made me hot, but it occurred to me that Paul might be setting me up to sound like a slut. There was no backing out now though, I'd crossed the line and honesty seemed like the best policy.

"Imagine being with two beautiful women Paul, and having them touch you in all of your sensitive places. You're the centre of their attention. Everything they do is to satisfy your desire. You can drive them crazy with lust, and they can drive you crazy as well. It's just like that for me when I'm with two men.

"So, yes, I like being with two men. Yes, it turns me on just thinking about it.

"It turns me on to talk about it with you now. Here we are at the beach, talking about the two of you having sex with me. It excites me to know that before too long I'm going to have you both. I'm going to have you both inside me. You're both going to be touching my naked body, you're going to watch when I cum, you're going to listen as I cry out in the throes of passion, you're going to see me writhe in pleasure, with one of you in my pussy and the other in my mouth.

"I'm going to make you both cum. I'm going to taste your cum, and I'm going to have it running over my body.

"Yes, it turns me on! Doesn't it turn you on?"

Paul was speechless, but the erection in his pants spoke volumes.

"Doesn't it turn you on, Paul? Don't you want to have me? To cum in my mouth again? To feel the wet heat of my pussy squeezing your cock deep inside me? Don't you want to shoot your cum all over me, Paul? Don't you want to see me with cum dripping from my chin? Dribbling onto my boobs? Don't you want to fuck me Paul? Again and again?"

He was still speechless. He swallowed a couple of times but he couldn't form words.

Jim broke the silence. "I know I do, Lisa," he said. "Let's go, I can't wait any longer. Come on Paul, we're going."

Paul stood in silence and gathered his things. I put my top on, and we got ready to leave the beach.

As we walked up the sand, Paul said, "Yes, I want you, Lisa." He put his arm around me and drew me to him and kissed me deeply.

"Come on you two," I heard Jim call back to us.

We broke our kiss when we heard Jim, and I said to Paul, "Come on lover." I took him by the hand and ran up the beach with him to catch up to Jim.

The trip to my apartment was a blur of anticipation. Once we were inside I took my bikini off and led them to my bedroom. I kissed Paul and ran my hands up his stomach and chest, lifting his top, and pulling it up over his head. I pushed him back onto the bed and removed his shorts. He was completely hard now, and his cock was standing erect and ready for me.

I was on fire and seeing Paul's cock hard and ready like that drove me crazy with lust. I crawled onto the bed and took his cock in my mouth. I was so hungry I slid my mouth straight down his cock until I could feel the head pressing against my throat. I began long fast thrusts with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and then engulfing his entire shaft with my mouth and throat.

As I sucked on Paul, Jim took hold of my hips and moved me around on the bed. He climbed up behind me and spread my legs. He positioned his cock against my pussy and entered me doggy style. I was completely sodden with the all of the anticipation and he slid into me easily. Jim pushed his cock all the way into me in one hard thrust, and then began pumping me with his whole length, pushing all the way inside me and then almost withdrawing completely, only to pound his hard cock all the way back into me again.

With each of Jim's thrusts I was pushed forward onto Paul's cock, forcing it deeper into my throat. I relaxed into Jim's rhythm, moving my head up Paul's cock each time he withdrew from he, and sliding my mouth back down the shaft as he slammed his cock back into me.

I was in heaven. I had two cocks buried deep inside me, pumping in and out of me in unison, driving me towards an all-powerful orgasm. There were hands all over my body, touching me everywhere, sending tingles and shots of lightning through my body. I lost all track of who was where, all I knew was there were hands and mouths and cocks, and they were all there to give me pleasure, to bring me higher and higher.

Paul's hips began to heave with each downward thrust of my mouth, driving his cock deeper into my throat, pressing my nose against his body. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down onto his shaft in time with his thrusts. I let go of myself and let Jim thrust into my pussy and Paul thrust into my mouth. I could feel my orgasm building with each of their powerful thrusts.

Paul began to grunt as he shot his load of cum into my mouth. He continued to thrust his cock into my mouth as he came, shooting his cum into my mouth and down my throat. Feeling his load in my mouth pushed me over the edge into my own orgasm. I arched my back involuntarily and raised my head. I used my hand to jerk Paul's cock, and his last two shots of cum hit me in the neck and chest, with the rest dribbling down his cock onto my hand. A little cum dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin as I came.

Jim continued to relentlessly pound me doggy style. I lowered my face onto Paul's thighs as Jim hammered his cock into me. I let the orgasm wash over my body as I continued to climax with each of Jim's thrusts. I watched Paul watching me being fucked. He put his hand under my breast and let it bounce against his hand with each of Jim's thrusts. I slowly stroked Paul's slippery cock with my hand and licked up the cum that had dribbled onto his cock and balls.

Suddenly Jim pulled out of me. He moved around the bed alongside Paul and took my hand and drew me to him. He used my hand to stroke his cock. "Open you mouth," he grunted. I complied with his demand, a little too slowly, and his first shot of cum hit me on the lips and splashed over my chin and cheeks. I opened my mouth then and put my tongue out in time to taste his next shots. When he was almost finished he put his cock in my mouth and I sucked the last few drops of cum out of him and licked his cock clean.

I looked over at Paul who had been watching the whole time as Jim came on my face and in my mouth. He had a look of lust on his face and looked as horny as I have ever seen any man. I looked down at his cock and he was hard again, he was stroking it slowly as he watched us. I remembered what he said to Jim about only wanting a blowjob, but I wanted him inside me. I straddled him and took his cock into my pussy.

Paul moaned as he entered me and I knew he had changed his mind. I began to ride him, lifting myself up and down on his cock and moving my hips in a circle, sliding his cock in and out of me, and twisting it around inside my pussy. Heat and lightning radiated outward from my pussy, shooting up my body and down my legs and leaving me tingling wherever it passed.

I reached out and took Jim's cock in my hand and began to stroke it as I rode Paul. As my excitement mounted again I began to ride harder and harder on Paul's cock. Each time I slid down on the cock inside me we made a wet sound, a mix of a slap as our bodies struck and a slosh as my wet pussy met his pelvis. I looked down at Paul as I rode him, and he was looking up at me. I could only imagine what he saw when he looked at me -- me bouncing up and down, my mouth open as the sounds of my lust escaped my lips, cum on my lips and chin and cheeks, and more cum on my chest, slowly dribbling down my breasts as they bounced as I rode his cock.

I pulled Jim's cock towards me and took it in my mouth. He was almost fully erect now as well. Watching me ride Paul was making him hard again very quickly. I stroked the base of his cock with my hand and ran my lips and tongue around the head of it. I could feel it hardening in my mouth again as I sucked on it. When he felt fully erect again I slid my mouth all the way down his shaft until he was completely inside me and his head was pressing against my throat. I looked up at him as I made small thrusting motions with my head, banging the head of his cock against my tonsils with each motion. His eyes were closed and pleasure could be seen in his every facial expression.

Beneath me, Paul's moans grew louder, he was still letting me do all the work, and I increased the pace of my thrusts on him. I removed my mouth from Jim's cock and leant forward over Paul.

"Is this good?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he replied breathlessly.

"Do you like fucking me, baby?" I asked. "Do you like the feel of your cock inside me?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes."

"Are you glad you came? Do you like watching another guy's cock in me?"

"Yes."

"Do you like me with cum all over me?"

"Yes, you're hot."

"Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want to fuck me with other men again?"

"Yes, any way you like, again and again."




Notorious Ch. 06



I felt Jim's hand on my back then, pushing me further forward. He climbed up on the bed behind me. I didn't know what he was doing until I felt the head of his cock pressed up against my arsehole. He was going to enter my arse! Tingles ran all over my body in anticipation. I pushed myself back as far as I could go, forcing Paul's cock deep inside me, and opening my legs further, spreading my arse cheeks to let Jim enter me.

He pushed my cheeks apart and pushed the head of his cock into my arse, stretching my hole around the head of his cock. He then slowly pushed further and further into my arse. He found a path deep inside me and slid his entire length into me. As he filled me up with his cock I couldn't help but moan. My arsehole was tingling deliciously as it stretched to allow his cock to enter me. I was filled with two cocks, the pressure was beautiful, the sensations amazing.

I moved slowly forward drawing myself up along both cocks. When they were both nearly withdrawn from me I slid myself back down on them, a little more quickly. I began to repeat this motion over and over, moving a little faster each time, thrusting myself up and down on the two cocks embedded deeply inside me.

As I rode them I could feel another orgasm building. I began to moan uncontrollably as I thrust myself up and down on their cocks. I impaled myself on their cocks again and again. When I began to climax it was like a fire had been lit deep inside me and spread outward through my entire body. Each climax was like an explosion that started in my pussy and arse and radiated outward. I was completely out of control, and I began to thrust harder and harder against their cocks. I wanted to intensify the pleasure as far as I possibly could.

As I came over and over I could feel my pussy and arse squeezing on the cocks inside me. As I thrust myself up off them I could feel the resistance as my pussy and arse gripped them tightly. It seemed like my body didn't want to let go of these two cocks and welcomed them back when I slid back down their lengths.

Both Paul and Jim were moaning now as well. The sounds of our mutual pleasure joined and mingled in a chorus of ecstasy. I knew it wouldn't be long before they were engulfed in their own orgasms and began to shoot semen deep inside me.

Almost on cue Jim grabbed my hips and pulled me forcefully back against him. He began to thrust his cock deep into my arse in time with his moans. Were they his moans? There was no telling, it could have been any one of us, or all of us moaning as he came deep inside my arse.

Before Jim had finished shooting his load into me, I felt Paul's muscles tighten underneath me and I knew he was about to explode inside me as well. Paul began to thrust into me as well as his own orgasm racked his body.

The feeling of two cocks convulsing inside of me at the same time, both shooting cum deep inside me, sent me to a new peak of ecstasy, and my own body shuddered as I came and again, while they both thrust their cocks in and out of me. As one cock withdrew from me the other entered, and as that one withdrew the other entered me again. I was delirious with the amazing sensations as two cocks pounded in and out of me, delivering their cum into my body.

After a beautiful eternity spent in bliss, their thrusts slowed and eventually stopped. We lay like that for a while before Jim withdrew from me. After he left I rolled over and lay on my side with my legs apart, enjoying the feel of the cool air running over my pussy and arse. I could feel the cum dribbling out of me, the cum from my arse mingling with the cum from my pussy as it ran onto my thigh.

Exhaustion took me and I lay in a dreamy state, unaware of what was happening around me, until Jim kissed me on the lips and said, "Goodbye sweetie, that was amazing, you're amazing."

Paul kissed me then, and said, "Bye Lisa, call me when you're free, I want to see you again."

I heard the door click as it locked behind them and I lay in a stupor for a while, remembering what we had just done, reliving some of the sensations, and even reliving some of events from the morning with Ezra. "God," I thought, "I can't believe the day I've had."

As I lay on the bed, cum pooling on my thigh, I daydreamed about the next time I would see my men. It would be almost a week before I would see them again at Tony's birthday party. I wondered whether Jim and Paul would have told anyone about today by then.

I fantasised that they would tell our friends and when I saw everyone next people would look at me knowingly. They would picture me with two men and covered in cum. They would imagine being one of the men and wonder what it would be like. I envisioned Paul and Jim and I casually chatting about today's encounter, and planning our next meeting. People might overhear us, but we wouldn't care, it would just add to the excitement.

Covered in cum, and picturing men looking at me lustfully, I drifted off to sleep.



Notorious Ch. 07



Tony was about the first thing I saw when I arrived at his party. I hadn't seen him in over a week, and it was his birthday, so I had something very special in mind for him tonight. He was talking to Cassie and another man I hadn't met before when I joined them.

"Happy birthday, Tony," I said, and leaned against him as I kissed him on the lips.

"Thanks, Lisa," he replied.

"Hi Cassie," I said, as I gave her a kiss.

"Hi darling. Have you met Martin?" she asked.

"No," I said, and put my hand out for him to shake. "Hi Martin, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, Lisa," he said, shaking my hand firmly.

"It's Martin's birthday as well," Cassie said. "He's in my Bible study group, and when I found out it was his birthday I had to invite him along."

Looking at Cassie, I said, "Are you..." as I raised one eyebrow. I was curious whether this was Cassie's latest man

"No," she replied firmly.

"Are you having a fun birthday?" I asked, looking at Tony.

"Well, the party's only just begun. But I guess I can't complain too much considering I'm a year older."

"I have something special which I'll give you later," I said with a sly smile.

"What?"

I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, "Your birthday blowjob, silly."

"There's no time like the present, Lisa," he said.

"No, I want to say hello to everyone first," I said. "Excuse me."

It had been fun telling Tony I was going to give him head tonight. It had been especially fun telling him right in front of Cassie and her friend. I wanted Tony to anticipate his present, to build up a little excitement about it. I was going to come back and take him off to the bedroom after I had said hello to everyone else at the party.

Ezra was across the room and I walked over to him smiling.

"Hi Ez," I said, as I put my arms around him to give him a kiss.

"Hi," he said, as he stepped back, avoiding my embrace and kiss.

I looked him the eye and asked, "What's the matter, Ez? Are you mad at me?"

"You've been a busy girl, Lisa," he said, in a low voice, outrage all over his face and posture.

My stomach filled with butterflies, here it was, the moment I knew had to come. I'd been looking forward to it and dreading it. My men had obviously been talking and Ezra had found out about the others. This was when I would find out what my friends really thought of me. It was exhilarating, knowing there were people who knew what I had been doing, but I was also feeling vulnerable, I could feel the tears ready to burst forth if I handled this poorly. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Me, Paul, Jim, all in one week. That's pretty busy."

"Is that what's bothering you? What I do with them has nothing to do with you and I."

"It's got everything to do with me. With us. I thought I was special. I thought we did something special. I never hoped to have you as my girlfriend, but I thought I meant something to you. Now I find out you're doing it with everyone. I'm just one more guy to you." As he spoke his shoulders slumped lower and lower and a forlorn expression grew on his face.

"It's far from everyone, Ez. It's some of my closest friends. I wanted to express what I feel for my friends in the most intimate personal way I could, you amongst them. You are special, Ez, you're all special to me.

"If I want to have sex with my friends, and they want to have sex with me, I will. You're one of them. I thought you were happy about being with me. I thought we had fantastic sex. Would you rather I slept with them and not you?"

"No," he said, beginning to look rejected.

"Just because I'm sleeping with them doesn't mean you're any less important to me. I'll make it up to you, you'll see."

"How?" he asked.

"Anyway you like," I said. It was clear to me that Ezra was understandably confused, I had drawn him into a situation that no one could ever really be prepared for. I needed him to understand that while he wasn't my boyfriend he still had rights, that there was give and take in our relationship, whatever one might call it. I'd go to almost any length to prove this to him, but it would take more than words.

He thought for a moment. "Tomorrow night. I want you tomorrow night. Any plans you have, change them. Tomorrow night, you're mine." His face was a mask of determination. I knew I couldn't refuse this request and remain his friend.

"Okay, I can do that for you."

"I want you to wear something special for me, will you do that?" he asked, his expression changing slightly, still determined, but with a mischievous curl of the lips.

"Maybe, what do you want me to wear?"

"Something short, sexy, easy to take off. Maybe a wrap."

"What have you got in mind? It sounds naughty."

"It's a surprise. You'll like it though. But this is for me, to show me I'm special to you, okay?" he asked, the determination was gone, and now he looked like nothing more than a mischievous schoolboy with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Okay, sexy, I'm all yours tomorrow night, to do anything with that you want."

"You know that top's see through from a distance, right?" he asked, leering at me.

His sudden shift of direction caught me completely off guard, and I didn't have the faintest notion of what he was talking about. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"When you were walking over I could see your tits plain as day."

"No way. It's a little translucent, is all. You can't see my boobs though."

"I could see everything. When the light falls just right, everyone can see your tits and perky little nipples."

I giggled, involuntarily. "Maybe I should have worn a bra."

"No way, if you've got it flaunt it, and you've definitely got it."

"I'm going to say 'Hi' to people, Ez," I said, as I leaned towards him and kissed him lightly on the lips. I knew he was feeling better when he grabbed my arse.

"I'm glad we're good again," I said, as I turned and left.

My biggest fear had been being judged by my friends. I hadn't expected that they would become jealous of one another. It was a relief that Ezra had reacted the way he had. I could hopefully fix the jealousy by meeting his needs, but judgement could be a little more difficult. And if it meant spending a kinky night with Ezra, well in truth it sounded like a lot of fun.

I wandered around the party, saying my hellos. Several of the boys commented, with wicked grins, that my top was see-through. Ironically, I had tried to dress modestly that night, but it just doesn't seem to be in my nature. It seems that even when I try to be good I end up being naughty. It may have been unintentional, but it was no less exciting to me that people could see my breasts.

I was wearing a pair of jeans and a flowing black chiffon top with a plunging neckline. The top has two layers, so it gives a hint of what is underneath, without being completely transparent. Or so I thought. Apparently, from the right angle and with the right light, it leaves nothing to the imagination.

Tony, Cassie and her friend were in animated conversation when I returned. I slipped my hand into Tony's and whispered in his ear, "Are you ready for your birthday present, baby?"

"I've been ready for an hour, you tease," he said.

I turned to Cassie and her friend, and said, "I have to borrow Tony for a little while. I promise to bring him back soon."

I led Tony by the hand back to his bedroom. When we had the door closed behind us he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. He ran his hands over my body, touching me in sensitive places and heating my blood. I walked us to his bed and he fell back on it in a sitting position.

"I missed you this week," he said.

As I knelt in front of him I looked up, smiled, and said, "I missed you too, baby."

Then I started undoing his pants. By the time I had them undone he was already half erect. When I had them off, his penis was lying back and pointing up at him. I took it in one hand and began stroking it. I felt it hardening even more in my hand.

When I looked up at Tony he was watching me, smiling. I smiled back at him, and continued to look him in the eye as I took his balls in my mouth. His smile grew as he watched me suck and lick his testicles. I sucked the entire sack into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, then I let it slip out of my mouth with a popping sound. I slowly licked all the way up and down his cock getting it nice and slippery with my saliva, then I stroked the full length of it with one hand, while I continued to lick and suck his balls.

Whenever I looked up at him, he was watching me. Watching me suck his balls or lick his cock. I kept smiled and looked him in the eyes as I took his cock in my mouth and slid all the way down the shaft until my face was pressed against him. Then slowly I lifted my head back up his length sliding my lips along the entire shaft.

"Happy birthday," I said, looking him in the eye.

Then I plunged my mouth rapidly all the way down his shaft, and back up, and down, and back up again, causing him to moan out loud.

I slipped my hand up his shirt and ran my finger over his nipple. When I felt it harden I began pinching it gently. With my other hand I held the shaft of his cock tightly while I licked and sucked the end of it and flicked the tip with my tongue.

"That's it baby, suck my cock... suck it. Now take the whole thing... suck the whole thing into your mouth... I want to feel my cock in your throat."

I followed his instructions, sucking the entire length of his cock into my mouth so the tip hit the back of my throat. Then I began to slide my mouth up and down the length of it, gripping it firmly with my lips. I moved my hand that had been on his shaft up his back, digging my nails into his flesh.

"Faster," he said, watching me. "Oh fuck yeah, faster, baby, faster."

Again I followed his instructions and began to bob my head up and down on his cock, gliding my lips and tongue along the length of his cock, faster and faster with every thrust, until I was rapidly slipping my mouth up and down his shaft as he let out soft moans with each movement of my head.

Each stroke of my lips along the length of his cock made a soft wet slurping sound. Occasionally, my lips made a smacking sound when my mouth slipped off the end of his cock.

In time with the slurping noises I was making, he was moaning and saying "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," over and over.

It was clear from his moans that he was getting close to cumming, and this encouraged me to thrust my mouth along his shaft faster. With each stroke I slid my lips from the very root of his cock all the way along the length to the very tip, and then back down again, and up, and down, over and over.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming," he said, as he groaned with orgasmic pleasure.

I watched him as he came, and saw the ecstasy passing over his face. Our eyes locked as I sucked his cock and swallowed his load. I continued to thrust his shaft in and out of my mouth as he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum into me. I thought he would never stop cumming, and I had to swallow time and time again to get the full load down.

When he was finally finished, I said, "That was a lot of cum baby, you just kept on shooting more and more in my mouth."

"It was a whole week's worth gorgeous, I was saving it up for you! Did you like it?"

"Yeah, honey, the more there is, the better. I wish you could have shot it all over me though, you would have smothered me."

"Wow, I'd like to see that," he said, "but I guess we should get back to the party."

"Yeah," I said, "but wait a minute please, let me put on some fresh lipstick."

After putting on fresh lipstick, I popped a mint in my mouth, and said, "All done, baby, let's go."

We re-entered the party and joined in a conversation with Chris. When he saw us, Chris gave us both a big smile, saying to me, "Hi Lisa, how have you been?" He leaned over me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which I returned with a kiss on his.

"I've been fine," I said.

Chris looked at Tony, and said, "You look fucked, mate; the trip must have really taken it out of you!"

"I don't know if it was the trip, but something's really sucked the life out of me," he said.

I had to conceal my amusement. I had just sucked the life out of him. "I need a drink," I said. "Can I get anyone anything?"

No one needed a refill, so I went and got myself a glass of bubbly. I felt I deserved it after my performance for Tony.

When I returned to Chris and Tony, they had been joined by Cassie's friend, Martin. The three of them were grinning at me lewdly.

"What are you lot grinning about?" I asked.

"Well, it's my birthday too," Chris said.

"And mine," Martin chimed in.

"And Tony was telling us how he got the life sucked out of him, and we were wondering when you were going to give us our presents," Chris said.

My God! Tony had told them what we'd done. I had no doubt that Tony knew he was doing telling the other two birthday boys and that he was setting me up. I realised I was excited that Tony had told Chris and Martin. I could put them back in their place easily enough, but the idea of giving head to two men who were virtual strangers to me was exciting. I decided to see where it might lead.

"Oh I see. Well, when's your birthday Chris?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Well, it hasn't happened yet, which is too bad. But Paul's having a barbeque that day, so maybe I could give you your present then?

"What about you, Martin, when's your birthday?"

"Today," he said.

"Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to me, just to get your present, would you?"

"Never, I'm a good Christian boy, just ask Cassie."

"Well, with references like that, I will just have to take you at your word."

"Hey! Not fair," said Chris. "I can't come on Sunday, I won't have another chance to get my present."

"Well, it's your own fault really. But I'll tell you what, I usually have very strict rules, but because I like you Chris, I'll make an exception tonight, and give you your present early."

I turned to Tony and said, "You're not going to surprise me with someone else's birthday later are you?"

"Nope, that's it, just the three of us."

"Okay then. Come with me you two," I said, as I turned away and headed back towards the bedroom.

Tony's attitude towards me having other men was completely different from Ezra's. It seemed Tony wanted me to be with other men, was encouraging it, was actually going out of his way to set it up. Truth be told I think I preferred a little jealousy. It made it a little difficult with Ezra, but it left me with no uncertainty that Ezra wanted me.

Once in the bedroom with Chris and Martin, I smiled at them and positioned Chris up against a set of book shelves. Smiling I began to rub his crotch through his pants.

"What do you think boys, is this going to be fun?" I asked, looking at one and then the other.

"Oh yeah," they both answered simultaneously.

I knelt in front of Chris and undid his pants, lowering them to floor and releasing his cock. It sprang up into my face and I looked at Martin as I engulfed it with my mouth. Martin's face was covered in awe, which only grew as I took Chris' full length in my mouth. When I could feel the head pressing against my throat, I slowly slid my mouth back up his shaft.

Giving head always turns me on. I had just finished giving a headjob a few minutes ago, and now I had another cock in my mouth. I was wet and getting wetter with every passing moment. Having Martin in the room watching me go down on Chris made me even more excited.

As hard as it was, I managed to restrain myself, and slowly licked my way from the head of Chris' cock down to the base. I fondled it gently with my hand, and rubbed the head against the soft skin of my lips and cheek. I watched Chris as I licked his cock all over, making it nice and slippery. He was watching me as I licked him, but every now and then his eyes would roll back in his head and he would lean back and moan.

Each time I looked at Martin he was staring intently. He could not take his eyes off what was happening right in front of him. I could see the bulge of his own erect cock making a tent in his pants.

I took Chris' cock in my mouth again and slowly slid my mouth down the shaft until my lips met his pelvis. I shook my head side to side gently, rubbing the head against the back of my throat. Chris began to moan uncontrollably as I used my throat on his head, it wouldn't be long before he was shooting his load.

Martin was stroking his cock through his pants as he watched me deep throat Chris. I gestured him over with one hand. When he was within reach I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in. I stroked his cock and rubbed the head with the palm of my hand. I could feel the wetness of his precum as it oozed onto my hand.

I began to slowly slide my head up and down the full length of Chris' shaft. As I did this, I removed my hand from Martin's pants, and unbuttoned them with one hand. When they slipped to the floor I pulled his shorts down, releasing his cock. I stroked it from the base to the head, spreading his slippery precum.

With one cock in my mouth and another in my hand, I began to increase the tempo of the strokes of both my mouth and my hand. Chris and Martin were both moaning now, letting out soft groans with each of my strokes.

"I'm gonna cum!" Chris said, and then, "Oh, God, I'm cumming!"

After I felt his first shot enter my mouth I slipped my mouth off his cock. I positioned the head at my mouth and began stroking his shaft firmly with my free hand. I smiled as I let Chris and Martin watch as shot after shot of hot cum spurted straight into my mouth.

After Chris had finished cumming, I swallowed his load and began to gently lick and suck the head of his cock. I squeezed the last drops of cum out of him and licked it from his head. Each time I licked the tip his whole body twitched.

I looked over at Martin, and saw precum oozing out of his cock. I turned towards him and licked the salty juice off the tip. I ran my hand along the shaft, squeezing gently, forcing more to dribble out, which I greedily licked up.

I looked up at him as I asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," he murmered. "I'm fantastic. You're fantastic."

Chris was leaning back against the bookshelves in a stupor. He looked at us from time to time, but did not appear to be completely aware of his surroundings.

I took Martin's member in my mouth and began to slide up and down on it rapidly. He looked like he was already very close to cumming, so there was no need to start slowly.

Martin groaned loudly as I lowered my mouth over his entire shaft and let the head enter my throat. When I felt him inside me I shook my head as I had done with Chris, rubbing the head with my throat.

Books fell crashing to the floor as Martin leaned back suddenly, saying, "Oh God, oh God, yeah, don't stop, yeah, don't stop, oh God don't stop!"

He was very close to cumming now, and I slid my mouth quickly up and down on his shaft. My nose was bumping against his pelvis with each thrust. He let out a long guttural groan and began spurting his spunk into my mouth. I swallowed shot after shot and felt his thick hot cum sliding down my throat.

I sat back and looked up at my two men. Chris appeared to have recovered his senses, but Martin looked as dazed now as Chris had been moments before.

"God, Lisa," Chris said, "you could kill a man like that."

I just smiled at him, wiped my mouth, and reapplied my lipstick. I didn't want to speak. I didn't trust my voice at the moment. I was insanely aroused, and I was regretting wearing jeans. I really needed to touch myself. Then I thought of Ezra. Perfect!

We went back downstairs and returned to the party. As I walked down the stairs I scanned the crowd for Ezra. I spotted him near the snacks and headed over.




Notorious Ch. 07



"Hey Ez," I said, as I walked up, "I need a favour."

"Anything for you babe," he said. "Here try one of these sausage rolls, they're fantastic."

"No thanks Ez, I'm full, I couldn't fit another thing in."

"Oh, okay, your loss," he said, popping one in his mouth. "What's the favour you need?"

I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, "I'm terminally horny and I need your big dick in me." I thought his eyes would pop out of his head as I said it. His whole face flushed. I couldn't believe it, but I think I had embarrassed him. Ezra, the guy who was always grabbing my arse, no matter where we were, was embarrassed.

I laughed as I looked at his shocked face.

When he was over his shock, he said, "Well it's a tough job, but I guess someone's gotta do it."

"Let's go then," I said, taking him by the hand and leading him back upstairs.

When we got to Tony's bedroom I kicked my thongs off and slipped out of my jeans.

"My, you are in a rush aren't you?" he said, as he stepped forward, putting his arms around me and kissing my lips.

He ran a hand over my arse and thigh while we kissed. His hand made its way forward and he stroked my pussy, slipping a finger inside me.

"I love your hairless little pussy," he said. "What's got you so wet?"

He knelt down in front of me and began to eat my pussy, saving me from having to answer. I opened my legs for him, draping one leg over his shoulder. The soft firmness of his tongue felt wonderful as he slid it between my lips and probed my pussy. I could hear him making gentle slurping noises as he licked up all of my gushing juices.

"Whatever it is that's got you so wet, I like it. You taste so good. I love licking up your juices."

I just relaxed and let Ezra pleasure me. I enjoyed feeling the heat radiating out from my pussy as he licked my clit. My first orgasm arrived quickly after such a long build-up. It was a quiet, gentle affair, a release of all of the sexual tension that had built up while I was giving Tony, Chris and Martin head.

Along with the release of tension, I released a torrent of pussy juice. I could hear Ezra hungrily slurping it up.

When the climax passed, I lifted Ezra by his shirt. "Come here baby," I said. "I want you inside me now."

He stood up and smiled at me, kissing me deeply. I enjoyed tasting my own muskiness in his kiss. As he kissed me, I unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down, releasing his huge member.

Ezra turned me around and bent me over Tony's desk, scattering pens and computer gear onto the floor. I was bent at the hips with my pussy and arse exposed. I opened my legs wide, giving Ezra full access to me and he entered my pussy. His cock sent waves of pleasure through my body as he gently pushed it deeper and deeper within me.

"You're so wet baby. Get's me hot that you're so turned on," Ezra said as he began to thrust his enormous cock in and out of my pussy. "I love it when you're this wet, I can just push the whole thing into you in one go. What's got you so worked up baby?"

I grunted each time he thrust his shaft into me. Between grunts, I managed to get out, "Tony's... ahhh... birth... ohhh... day... pres...ent... ohhh..."

"What did you give him?"

"Mmmm... head... haaa... job... oooh..."

Ezra stopped when he heard what I said. "Tony too? You gave Tony head?"

"Come on baby, don't stop," I pleaded. I was a little worried about how Ezra would react to the birthday presents. I couldn't lie to him, but I thought telling him about all three would be more than he could take right now. There would be time to come clean later.

He began pounding into me with long hard thrusts. I could tell he was mad, but the power of his angry thrusts was going to make me cum again. I began to moan uncontrollably each time he hammered his cock into my depths.

"Did you swallow his cum?" he asked.

"Mmmm... yeah... ohhh... baby..."

"I want you to swallow mine as well."

"Ohhh... kay... ahhh..."

He continued to pound me with his monster, as I lay on the desk helplessly climaxing again and again.

Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take anymore he withdrew from me. He lifted from the desk and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I worked my mouth all the way down the full length of it, so the head was embedded deeply in my throat. I used the muscles in my throat to squeeze his cock, almost as if I was trying to swallow it.

His whole body shuddered as he shot his load into my throat. When his orgasm passed I withdrew my mouth from his shaft, easing him out of my throat. I licked his cock clean, and squeezed a few last dribbles onto my tongue.

"Oh God, Lisa,' he said, looking down at me, "you're still amazing, even if you do make me crazy jealous."

I smiled up at him, as I wiped a stray bit of cum from my lip. "That cock of yours drives me crazy, baby," I said, as I rose.

Ezra took me in his arms again and kissed me deeply. When we broke our kiss, he said, "I'm sorry I got mad at you. I know I can't have you all to myself, but it makes me crazy to think of you with another man instead of me."

"Here I am, Ez. With you. Right now."

"I know. It's not rational, but when you told me about Tony, I thought, 'Why wasn't she with me? She should have been with me!' It's stupid, because I was thinking that while I was inside you. How can I be jealous while I'm having you? You think I'm crazy?"

"No, baby. Just remember, no matter who else I'm with, I'll still be with you again."

"Okay," he said, smiling. "I'm going to give you something extra tomorrow night."

"What?" I asked.

"No way, it's part of the surprise."

We rejoined the party and I chatted and laughed with our friends.

I was chatting with Tony when Cassie came over, fuming, and said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Not here. Come with me," she said, as she turned and stormed off.

As I excused myself from Tony to follow Cassie, he raised an eyebrow to me, as if to say, "What the...?"

When I caught up with Cassie, she said, "You gave Martin a head job." There was fury in her eyes, I was almost afraid she might slap me.

"What? How did you hear that?"

"He told me, Lisa, he told me. What the hell are you doing? You don't even know him."

I was speechless before her rage. I had no idea how to respond.

She looked at me in silence for a moment, but she couldn't contain her anger, "You can't do this kind of thing Lisa, it's wrong. You can't just blow a complete fucking stranger!"

"Hang on," I said. "You're the last person who should be lecturing me about sex. A thirty year old virgin."

"God, you really are a slut. At least no one looks at me and thinks I'm a slapper. You know he'll tell all of his friends. He'll tell everyone you blew him. They'll high five him and they'll think you're a skank. They'll treat you like a doormat, or worse, like a whore."

"I don't even know his friends, Cassie. I couldn't give a shit about what his friends think about me. I only care about what my friends think. And none of them think I'm a slapper, except for you. You say you care about what everyone will think of me, but you're the only one who thinks I'm a slut; you're the only one who's treating me like a doormat. You're the one who's judging me."

"I can't even talk to you, Lisa. Grow up. Look around. They might like you, but you haven't heard the things people say behind your back. I've been sticking up for you, but this is too much. You're on your own. I hope you like the bed you've made, because you have to sleep in it now. Will you be able to sleep easy on the few night's you're in it alone?"

"You're the only one, Cassie," I said, holding back tears. "No one else cares."

"Stupid girl!" she said as she turned to leave. She was in a cold fury, and completely unreachable, as she barged out of the apartment and left the party.

Tony came over then and asked, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know," I said, as I put my arms around him and buried my head in his shoulder.

"I don't know," I said again, it was all I wanted to say at the moment. I couldn't tell him what we had fought about. Everything was falling apart. Maybe I had gone too far tonight. But it felt right. And I couldn't imagine any of my friends saying I was a slut behind my back. Not Tony nor Jim nor Paul nor Ezra. Maybe Martin, maybe Chris, but they wouldn't be saying that tonight, not already.

"Tony," I said, "do people say things about me when I'm not around?"

"Not that I've heard, maybe just the usual."

"What's the usual? Do they say I'm a slut?"

"No, no one says you're a slut. No one thinks you're a slut."

"Except Cassie," I said. "Bitch."

"Is that why you're upset? Forget about it, Cassie thinks everyone's a slut. She thinks I'm a slut. Whatever it is that's got her upset she'll get over it."

"You could be right," I said, starting to feel better. It was true, Cassie did think everyone was a slut except her, even her other Bible group friends. This felt different though, I wasn't sure she would get over it so quickly.

"Let's get a drink," Tony said.

"Good idea," I said.

After a couple more glasses of bubbly I was beginning to feel better. I talked to my friends, and none of them behaved like they thought I was a slut. I knew several of them knew I'd slept with Ezra and Jim and maybe the others, but none of them treated me any differently. They may have been a little less subtle with their humour or their attempts to look down my top, but that was it.

My phone beeped when I received a text message. It was from Cassie. "God," I thought, "I don't want to know what she has to say." I had to look at it though. "Sorry," it read, "I need to speak to you."

Tomorrow would be good enough to phone Cassie. It would let us both get a little breathing space. I saw Ezra across the room opening another bottle of bubbly, and I thought another glass would be a good idea. I may as well enjoy the rest of the party.



Notorious Ch. 08



I was feeling a little bit lost on the taxi ride home. I was wondering how I had reached this point, how I had wound up in bed with Cassie. It was the last place I expected to find myself, especially after the fight we had just had. But it was good, it was amazing. I could still feel her tender caresses, her gentle kisses. I could still hear her soft moans. I could still see her back arching as she came. I could still taste her. I ran my mind back over the events of the night, savouring every memory of Cassie, and especially her passion.

After our fight Cassie had sent me a text message. "Sorry," it had said, "I need to speak to you." I'd ignored it, and the others that followed, I'd even put my phone on silent, although she hadn't tried to call. She must have understood at least a little that I was too mad to speak to her just now.

After a few more glasses of champagne though, the heat of my anger had subsided. I regretted some of the things that I had said when I had been angry as well. Cassie deserved an apology from me even more than I deserved one from her. I decided to stop by her place on my way home when I left the party. It wasn't out of my way, and it would be best to clear the air before our argument had had too long to fester.

Her eyes were red when she let me in, and I realised she had been crying. I felt terrible. She had a glass of wine in her hand and she looked a little tipsy.

"I'm sorry, Lisa," she said, "I'm so sorry. You were right. Right about everything. I'm your friend. I shouldn't be judging you."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said the things I said. You were just looking out for me. I can see that now, I can see you were worried about me getting hurt. You care about me and I said those terrible things, I'm so sorry."

My own tears weren't far off.

"Sometimes I wish I was like you Lisa. You're always so sure about the choices you make. You always charge forward, no doubts, no regrets, come what may.

"Sometimes I doubt all of my decisions. Sometimes I think no one will ever want me. I'm thirty years old. I'm a virgin. What if I die a virgin? What if everyone thinks I'm a freak?

"I worry about these things. I worry that it's too late to change now, that I just have to stick to the path I'm on. If I ever get a man I won't know what to do, I won't be able to make him happy. That's okay when you're twenty, but I'm thirty. THIRTY!"

"Oh fuck, what am I going to do, Lisa?"

The only thing I could do was put my arms around her. I had no idea what to say. I'd never seen even a hint of her doubts before. She'd always been so strongly devout in her beliefs. We held each other and sobbed together.

"I'm not like that inside Cassie, I get scared, I get lonely. I've always envied your faith, your ability to draw strength from an endless source. When I get scared it's just me, I'm all alone. Sometimes I can hardly get out of bed in the morning. But I do, I have to, there's no choice, we just have to keep on going."

"Really? But you always look so sure, so determined. I've admired that. I've envied it."

I could feel Cassie's cheek on my cheek. I could feel her chest heaving with her sobs. The scent of her perfume filled my nose. We were both feeling vulnerable, and we were both there for one another, confessing our secret fears that we had never told anyone before.

I don't know how it began, but our lips met. They brushed together gently, delicately. It felt like a butterfly's kiss might, tender and sweet, tentative and experimental. It felt right. I knew it felt right to her as well when I felt her tongue caress my lip. I opened my mouth slightly and let our tongues join sensuously.

She began to speak, "We–"

"Shhhh. It's alright. We're alright. We'll be alright," I said, cutting her off as I placed a finger over her lips. My heart was racing. I had never expected to be here, with her, doing this, but now that I had been given a glimpse I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to let her question what was happening. I didn't want to let her bring her doubts into the light where they might grow.

She parted her lips and took my fingertip in her mouth. My temperature skyrocketed as I felt the cool wetness of her tongue and lips surround and caress my finger. She sucked my finger into her mouth, down to the first knuckle, sending tingles rushing out from my fingertip. When she took the second knuckle into her cool wet mouth another round of tingles shot out chasing the first.

I kissed her tenderly on the cheek, letting our cheeks brush together. She released my finger, and I felt her lips on my cheek as well, I felt her sweet kisses, and I heard her breath passing my ear. Her moist lips left a trail of kisses on my cheek as she moved towards my neck and ear. She nuzzled that sensitive part of my neck just under my ear, sending more tingles rocketing through my body. She set my heart to pounding when she took my earlobe in her mouth and nibbled it gently.

She was wearing a white terry-towel dressing gown. I undid the waistband, opened the front, and pushed it off her shoulders. She stood naked in my arms. I ran my hands over her soft skin. I ran my fingertips gently up and down her back, up and down her side. I ran my nails softly over her tender flesh. I heard her moan quietly in my ear.

It was an unexpected pleasure to hold Cassie's naked body in my arms, to feel her breath flow over my skin, but it was right. With each passing moment, with each sensation heightening my arousal, I knew that this would be the ultimate expression of our friendship, of our love for one another. We were changing something intangible into something physical, transforming our devotion to one another into sensuality.

I wanted to feel her skin against my own, to feel her breasts caress my own, to feel the lightning that would come when her nipples brushed my own. I stepped back from her and pulled my top up and over my head. I drank in the sight of her body, gorged my eyes on her voluptuous form, from her heavy breasts to her wide hips and the narrow waist between. She was a sexy woman and I was rapidly losing what little self-control I still had.

Cassie closed the space between us while my hands were above my head. I felt her hands on my breasts and her lips on my neck. Her touches sent shivers running up and down my spine. She slipped her hands to my bare back, and drew me against her body. Finally our breasts met, it seemed like sparks jumped between out erect nipples.

With my hand under her chin I lifted her face to mine and brought our lips together in a passionate kiss. Her lips felt soft and delicate against mine. Our tongues met for a moment and then continued their journey to explore one another's mouths. I was afloat on a sea of passion and desire.

When I held Cassie I could feel the muscles move under her skin, but they were covered with a soft and curvaceous layer of flesh. When I kissed her she tasted of strawberries. It was her lip gloss, but it didn't matter, it was Cassie, sweet, sensual, and passionate. And as I was now discovering, erotic and arousing as well.

As we kissed, I ran my hands over as much of her exposed body as I could reach, from the swell of her buttocks and the curve of her hip all the way up to the sensual contours of her neck. I moved my head to her neck, licking from where her jaw meets her ear down to the depression between her collarbones. I kissed my way up her throat and chin and then kissed her all along her jaw line until I reached her ear.

I used my lips and tongue to tickle her just under her ear, I left a moist path of kisses and licks around the back of her ear, finally ending at the top where I took her ear in my mouth, bending it, licking it, nibbling it. I ran my tongue along the curve of the inside of her ear until I finally reached the centre where I delicately probed at the canal.

My hands had a mind of their own, and they explored every part of her body that was within reach. One hand moved inward from her hip and up her waist to her breasts. It was an amazing sensation to cup another woman's breast in my hand, a breast that didn't come close to fitting within the palm of my hand. Her nipples were long and pointy, easy to take between my fingers and pinch and squeeze.

My other hand wandered down her back, my nails pressed into her flesh. When it reached the base of her spine, my fingers slid down the crevice between her buttocks, down past her anus to her pussy lips, which were now moist and slippery.

As if my touching her pussy was a cue, she began to undo the buttons on my jeans. "God yes!" I thought to myself. "Let me press my whole naked body against you. Let me feel the heat of our skin touching from the tips of our toes all the way to our breasts, to our lips!"

Once she had my pants undone, I helped her push them down, and then kicked them off. I was a little surprised when I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers exploring my lips, but I welcomed her touch, and opened my legs in the hopes that she would explore me more deeply. I was rewarded by her finger entering me, maybe as far as the first knuckle. It was just enough to send shivers up my spine in anticipation of more to come.

After kissing her lightly on the lips I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. When we reached the bed, I turned to her and put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her again. She welcomed my kiss, opening her mouth to me and running her tongue along my lips. I moved her towards the bed and she lay down in its middle.

I ran my eyes over her naked body again. Tonight was the first time I had ever seen Cassie naked, and I wanted to remember it perfectly. I sat down on the bed beside her and feasted my eyes upon the beauty of her nudity. I absorbed every detail of her from the tip of her shapely toes, up her ankles and over her muscular calves, to her soft and welcoming thighs, which were open just enough to let me glimpse her lips through a light covering of blonde hair. I continued exploring her with my eyes, up past the flaring of her hips to her narrow waist and sweet navel. I devoured the sight of the swell of her breasts, which retained their shape despite her lying on her back. Finally, I reached her face. She was smiling at me, watching me as I looked at her, watching me as I drank in her beauty.

When I saw the smile on her lips and the pleasure in her eyes, I couldn't help but smile back. She reached out to me and put a hand behind my neck, drawing me to her, drawing me down to be kissed. Our lips met in a delicious celebration of sensuality. Our tongues entwined with one another and probed each other's mouths.

I ran my hand up and down making a line between her neck and her pelvis. Then I moved my hand sideways a little and let it brush over her breast and flick her nipple as it moved down her body. I let my hand move through her pubic hair and reach the very top of her slit, almost but not quite touching her clitoris. As I did so she let out a little moan and opened her legs. I took it as an invitation and I skimmed my fingers over the lips of her pussy. They were puffy and engorged. I knew she was as aroused as I was.

It occurred to me who I was with, what I was I doing. Cassie had never been with a man, and I wondered whether I was taking advantage of her now. I wanted her desperately, to taste her, to smell her, to experience all of her wonders, but I had to be sure. I leaned back from her, took my hand away from her pussy, and with my other hand I stroked her head tenderly, but not erotically. Her expression changed, she could see the doubt in my body.

"Are you–" I began, but she cut me off with a finger on my lips, just as I had cut her off before. I took her finger in my mouth, just as she had taken mine in hers before. I looked her deep in the eye, I could see her conviction. There was no doubt there, just desire, desire for me. I couldn't help but smile in the face of her passion.

"Kiss me," she said.

I leaned forward then and kissed her, deeply, passionately. Now that I was sure, I could hardly constrain my desire any longer. I let my hand wander back to the lips of her pussy. I ran my finger along the slit, parting her lips slightly, finding her wetness and spreading it along her lips. With my other hand I pinched a nipple. I brushed my lips along her cheek and back towards her ear.

I nibbled the lobe of her ear, and I nibbled down her neck, slowly working my way to her collarbone. I licked the indentation between her collarbones, and licked my way up her neck to her chin, as I did so she leaned her head back, abandoning herself to my ministrations. She opened her legs almost involuntarily as she leaned back her head.

As I ran my tongue down her neck and between her breasts I noticed her breathing becoming more laboured. I ran my tongue all around one breast and then crossed over to the other. Her nipples were standing erect, long ant pointy, and I flicked the nearer one with my tongue. Then I flicked it again, and again. Goose bumps rose on her skin all over her stomach and breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth and squeezed it between my tongue and front teeth, eliciting another moan.

As I sucked her nipple and squeezed it with my teeth I moved her legs further apart. She gave no resistance as I opened her legs wide. I positioned myself between her legs. All the while I continued to bite her nipple and stroke her pussy. When I was in position between her legs I let my index finger slip between her lips and enter her.

She moaned in response but removed my finger, leaving it between her lips, but outside of her vagina. She didn't want me to enter her.

My tongue left a wet trail from her breast to her navel and from there to her thigh. I ran my tongue up and down her thigh an inch or two, and let it caress her pussy as I crossed to the other thigh and back again. I slowly moved my tongue to her mound, and then down over her clitoris, flicking it and then continuing down along her slit, parting her lips slightly as I moved.

Her taste became stronger, muskier, and more delicious as my tongue ventured closer to her vagina. Once there, I probed gently at her opening and lapped up her juices which were flowing freely. She made no objection to my tongue entering her. When she began to moan I ran my tongue up along her lips to her clitoris.

I stroked her clit gently with my tongue and as her moans grew louder I increased my tempo, until I was rapidly rubbing her clit with the flat of my tongue. Knowing the effect it has on me I was dying to slip my finger into her to rub her g-spot, but I knew she did not want to be penetrated, so I restrained myself.

Her moans grew along with the tempo of my tongue. I looked up at her and I was treated to a beautiful view of a woman with her legs spread wide in the throes of passion, the nipples on her gorgeous breasts erect, and her head thrown back in pleasure. I continued exactly what I was doing with my tongue, unwilling to change anything without direction, now that I had found the spot and the tempo that would drive her absolutely wild.

She began to moan uncontrollably and run her hand through my hair as I licked her clitoris remorselessly. She raised her hips off the bed, pressing her pussy against my mouth, and arching her back, as she was gripped in a powerful orgasm. Her moans were loud and completely involuntary. I could feel the juices flowing out past my chin as she came.

"Ohhh, stop," she said, when finally she could take no more.

I couldn't stop yet though, I needed to taste her gushing juices, and I moved my tongue down to her opening where I licked up her juices greedily. My own hunger satisfied, I gently licked around her lips and clitoris, not touching the areas that were now super-sensitive after cumming, but soothing her and pleasuring her gently. Finally, when her breathing returned to normal I rested my head on her thigh, where I could smell her musky sexiness.

"Oh Lisa," she said. "Lisa. Oh. Lisa. That was so much better than with a man."

I wasn't about to tell her what a good man could do, so I just said, "You taste beautiful my sexy lady."

"Kiss me," she said.

I moved up the bed to lie beside her and kissed her delicately on the lips, on the cheeks and on her eyes. When I kissed her on the lips again she ran her tongue over my lips, and gently pushed it into my mouth. We kissed deeply then, passionately. And when the kiss drew to an end she rolled onto her side and put her head on my shoulder.

I couldn't leave that comment about men out here hanging. I had to ask, and in her dreamy state she opened up to me even further. I felt terrible when I heard her story. Terrible for the things I had said, and terrible for the way she had been treated. I could see where her anger was coming from. It wasn't directed at me at all, but at the men who had treated her badly. She feared the same thing happening to me.

She had gone this far with men in the past. Two of them had stopped seeing her almost immediately after taking her to bed, after insisting she go further than she was really willing to go. She was in love with the other and they did this fairly regularly, she hoped to get married and have children, but they broke up in the end. Within a year of breaking up with her she heard he was married with children. She was devastated.

After she told me her story she kissed away the tears on my cheeks and left a trail of kisses all the way down my cheek and chin and neck. I felt her soft lips brushing over my breasts leaving a wet path as her mouth moved toward my nipple. She took a nipple in her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. She bit it gently. It was hard to tell exactly where I was being touched, the nerves all over my body tingled each time she bit me.

I reached down and ran my hands over her body, over her breasts as she crouched above me. Her breasts were large and firm, overflowing my hands as I squeezed them gently. Her nipples were sensitive and responsive, growing hard at the slightest touch of my fingers.

Her hand ran down my body to my thigh. I wanted her to touch me in my most intimate places and I opened my legs to her, hoping to feel her fingers on my pussy. I wasn't disappointed, she ran her fingers along the cleft of my lips, opening them slightly, finding my moist centre. Waves of heat ran along my body, radiating outward from wherever she touched me.

Her finger entered me, just a tease, more than I could stand, and I raised my hips towards her hand, wishing her to enter me more deeply. She let her finger slide into me as I pressed against her, gently thrusting into me and making my juices flow. She removed her finger and ran it along my lips, spreading my juices, wetting her finger and my clitoris.

She began to play gently with my clitoris as she nibbled on my nipples, and after a few moments of teasing my clit her finger entered me again. She alternated like this for a few minutes, driving me wild and making my blood boil. Then she positioned herself between my legs and lowered her mouth to my pussy. She probed with her tongue and ran it along my lips. Finally, it settled on my clit and she began to rub it gently, rhythmically, sending waves of fire racing out from my pussy, up through my body and down through my extremities.

When her finger entered me again I moaned loudly. She rubbed my g-spot as she licked my clitoris and I could feel a powerful orgasm building. I pushed my hips up off the bed, seeking deeper penetration of her finger and greater pressure on my clit. My orgasm came in waves of heat and fiery ecstasy and forced my back and hips up from the bed. I could feel the juices flowing out of my pussy, running past my anus as my whole body was racked with orgasmic delight.

Slowly, I returned to the present and lowered my body to the bed. I reached down and stroked Cassie's cheek with my hand. I moved her away from my now over-sensitive clitoris. I drew her up the bed to me. I felt a desperate need to kiss her, to express my desire for this woman without being sexual. She seemed to understand my need and we kissed deeply and tenderly.




Notorious Ch. 08



The taxi pulled up at my apartment block ending my reverie with Cassie and I lying together in one another's arms, our soft lips sometimes touching in a delicate kiss. I cherished the memory.