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Rachel Ch. 01

By: Peeeter



 [This is based on true events that happened a couple of year's ago. Of course the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent but Rachel is a very real person and the story follows our adventures during 1999 and 2000. Yes, there is some fantasy involved here, but I'll let you work it out, it'll add to the fun!] 

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 (In which I hire a new assistant and find out she is not as prim as I had thought) 

I hired Rachel as my P.A. almost six months ago. 

I worked as a director of a leasing company and found myself in the classic chicken and egg situation - the workload was increasing fast, I was desperate for help but I just didn't have time to interview for an assistant. It was just luck that one of the girls who worked in our customer service department happened to ask me if I could find a position for her friend who was out of work. I told her to tell her friend to come in as soon as possible and, when she did, I hired her there and then. 

Rachel was 25, around five-six, shoulder length dark hair, smart, presentable and, although no beauty, she had very sexy blue eyes, a lovely smile and from what I could tell, what appeared to be a pretty good body under the suit.

She started working for me in November 1999 and, at first, I didn't take much notice of her in a sexual way. She seemed happily married, almost prudish, always talking about her husband and working long hours at night and at weekends which certainly reduced my workload.

After she worked for me for a little over two months I was shocked to hear from one of the girls in the office that Rachel was not the prude I thought she was. She had already slept with at least two of the salesmen and apparently became something of a wild thing after a few drinks. 

One Thursday evening in early March some of the staff was going to the local bar for a drink and I said I would pop in join them for half an hour. As soon as I arrived one of the girls from accounts, Danielle, came and sat next to me and asked if I would take Rachel home as she was a bit the worse for wear. As it was on my way home and I'm a conscientious employer I agreed. 

On the way home she started telling me how horny she felt and how she was attracted to me. Of course, I pointed out that she was drunk, I was married and it was the drink talking. 

Rachel explained that all were true and that she couldn't wait to get her home and get her hands on her husbands cock. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. She then explained exactly was she was going to do to him and, by the way, what really turned her on is being watched whilst she's having sex.

Her lick-by-lick, explicit account of what she was going to do to her husband was turning me on and, as we drove, she stroked my thigh and gazed at the bulge in my trousers. I looked across at her and she just sat there with a stupid grin on her face. She was a real tease and she kept this, (and me) up until we arrived outside her home by which time she had convinced me that if I stood outside the lounge window she would show me exactly what she'd been describing and how much she'd love to watch me watching her getting fucked without her husband knowing. 

I had admitted to being a bit of a voyeur and, for some reason, although completely out of character, I accepted the dare.

Rachel got out of the car, told me drive out of the driveway, park in the street and walk back to the house. She said to hurry as she was 'gagging for it'!

I parked up, quietly walked to the back of the house, walked away again and then back trying to decide if this was as ridiculous a thing as I had ever done in my life. I decided it was but my curiosity got the better of me and I sidled up to the window and peeked carefully through the full-length glass patio door. 

Rachel's husband, an ordinary looking guy with blond hair was sat on the far end of the sofa, which was perpendicular to the door with the nearest end only about four feet away from me. I saw Rachel enter the room, lean over the back of the couch and kiss her husband. He seemed to be watching the TV at the right hand side of the room as I faced it, and he didn't seem that interested in Rachel so she kissed him again, this time for longer and ran her hands down his chest and under his T-shirt, pulling it up revealing a wiry hairless chest. 

She pinched his nipples and having had his attention redirected, he now reached up behind him and ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed. 

Rachel broke off the kiss, walked around the couch and towards the door. She saw me standing there, hidden to one side and the sexy smile became a broad grin. She mouthed me a kiss and partly closed the curtains, leaving a foot or so gap, in the centre of which was a large plant so she had figured I would have a good view inside without being seen.

As it turned out, if I was her husband, I certainly wouldn't want to look out the window. 

She walked back to the sofa and knelt astride her husband whose name, I later found out, was Don and resumed their passionate embrace. As they kissed his hands caressed her breasts through her top and I noticed her nipples swell against the thin material.

She broke away and pulled his shirt over his head. I watched as her tongue then probed his mouth and I saw his hands lifting her top upwards over her head to expose a well filled, white lacy, cut away bra. He pushed her back and lowered his head to kiss the tops of her milky breasts. 

She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra and her two large globes bounced into view. I had never realised that Rachel had such beautiful large tits and what particularly turned me on was her nipples. I had never seen nipples like them. They were erect and huge. From where I was stood, I guessed they were over three-quarters of an inch long and as thick as my middle finger. 

Don lowered his head and licked them in turn before taking the left one into his mouth and sucking on it. God, how I wished I could have swapped places with him. I could spend hours playing with those beauties. As he had his head bent sucking those magnificent breasts Rachel turned to face me and gave me a look that left me in no doubt how much she was enjoying having her tits sucked. I couldn't hear anything through the glass but she looked like she was moaning as he sucked her large nipples. 

Don was obviously a tit freak like me and he really gave them the attention they deserved. For a good five minutes he kissed and sucked and licked those big tits until they were covered in his saliva and all the time Rachel had her head thrown back, her mouth open, running her fingers through his hair, her closed eyes opening only occasionally to make sure I was watching. 

Don kissed up her chest to her neck and then gently pushed her down on the sofa. He moved across and straddled her and carried on licking those giant nipples. As he continued sucking them Rachel had her eyes closed and her hand reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. 

She pushed her hands inside the waistband and pushed them down revealing his hard cock. It was about six inches long and very thick. I could see Rachel gently stroking it up and down.

At this point I realised my own erection was becoming uncomfortable and I reached down, unzipped my trousers, pulled out my cock and started stroking it in time with Rachel's hand.

Don crawled forward until his cock was over Rachel's face and put the tip next to her lips. She opened her mouth and he leaned further forward and pushed the hard cock in. She opened her mouth wide and began sucking his cock as he gently fucked her mouth. She turned her head sideways and stared straight at me as her husbands cock slid in and out of her mouth. Even with her mouth full of cock, she managed to smile again and she waved at me behind his back. 

Don carried on thrusting and she easily took his full length until his balls rested on her chin and I could only imagine the sexy slurping sounds as his cock speeded up its thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Don's mouth was open and I could see him breathing hard, as he fucked her mouth. He was obviously not going to be able to carry on this cock sucking for much longer without coming. Rachel was now holding his ass cheeks and pulling him forward deep into her throat. He took a deep breath and pulled back. He moved off her, stood up and took off his jeans. I could see his stiff cock twitching, and gleaming with her saliva. 

He bent down, undid Rachel jeans and pulled them off as she lay there, gazing out the window at me, followed by her white lace panties. She opened her legs wide, and pulled apart her pussy lips. No doubt Don thought to give him easy access but I'm sure she did it to give me a good view of her glistening cunt because she was looking straight at me as she held her lips open. 

Don was obviously as desperate to fuck her as I was to see her get fucked because he wasted no time getting on top of her and ramming his cock to the hilt into her pussy. He started fucking her furiously and she wrapped her arms and legs around him so all I could see was his ass going up and down and his balls slapping against her. I started to wank faster as it seemed that this frantic fucking couldn't last long. However, Rachel had other ideas and was obviously keen to put on a show. 

She unravelled herself from him, turned and pushed him up and then onto his back so his feet were nearest me. She then straddled him with her back to Don and sitting, facing me only a few feet away through the glass, she lifted herself up slightly, stood up his cock with her hand and gently lowered herself onto it. She then started to gyrate up and down on his cock, fucking him slowly.

Don's head was tucked into the corner of the sofa behind Rachel and, safe in the knowledge that all he could see was the ceiling and Rachel's back, she lifted a hand and beckoned me forward. I stepped forward and as soon as she saw me standing there with my cock sticking out to it's full seven inches gently wanking myself, her eyes widened and broad grin returned.

She increased the pace and she sure put a show of how much she was enjoying it. 

Her gorgeous big tits were bouncing up and down on each stoke and, although I still couldn't hear inside the room I could imagine the sound as they slapped her chest on each downward thrust. 

She moved her hand up and down in front of her and the message was clear. She wanted to see me wanking at the same pace and so, as her speed increased I started wanking more furiously. Her hands moved up and she started pinching and pulling on those large nipples. As she pulled them forward her big tits were still bouncing up and down behind and I didn't need to be a lip reader to understand the obscenities streaming from her mouth as Don's hands came forward and took over playing with her tits, pulling, squeezing and pinching them as he started to buck up and down, faster and faster to meet her strokes. 

She moved her hand up and down faster to make it clear Don was going to come and I should as well. She didn't really have to coax me as I was actually having trouble holding back. Suddenly Don gave a few final hard thrusts and buried his cock in her cunt, Rachel's eyes widened in lust and her mouth formed an 'O' as she inhaled deeply as she felt him coming deep inside her. 

At the same time, she looked at me pleadingly and gestured as an order for me to come as well and I duly did, my come spraying up into the air, onto the patio window, the ground, just about everywhere in fact. I never remembered coming so hard. I saw Rachel lick her lips and stick out her tongue, both in appreciation and to indicate that she wished she were there to swallow my come.

I stood there panting, trying to regain control and Rachel just looked through the window and laughed. 

She had Don's Semi- hard cock in her hand and she wiped what remained of his come from the tip with her finger before sucking the finger deep into her mouth. God, what a turn on this woman was.

After a few more seconds I thought it would be wise to leave so I waved to Rachel, returned to my car and drove home, replaying this amazing experience again and again in my head.

Rachel Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitors

It all started innocently enough. I'd just back home from the gym after an early morning workout. My Christmas excesses had been punished with a gruelling cardio-vascular session; the treadmill, stepper and rowing machine all contributing to my exhausted state. The hot pounding water from the power shower started to revive my aching muscles, caressing my long, toned body. I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length brown hair, pushing my face towards the cascading stream of water. Next, working the shower gel into a lather on the rough yellow sponge, I began soaping my large, firm breasts. The sensation of the rough material on my soft skin felt good, and I began paying extra attention to my erect, sensitive nipples. Drifting off into an almost dream-like state I was abruptly snapped awake by the sound of the doorbell, barely audible above the noise of the shower. I thought it must be my friend Sarah, who was calling round before we went out for lunch. Quickly, I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and, still dripping, went downstairs to let her in.

I'd only just wrapped the white towel around myself as I snapped the lock and opened the door. Instead of Sarah, there were two men on my doorstep. Before I could say anything or retreat behind the cover of the door, one of them spoke. "Good morning miss, I was just wondering if you would be interested in hearing the voice of God." He offered a magazine for my attention, 'The Word of Our Lord', as he spoke, seemingly oblivious to my state of undress. 

I was a little freaked out by the situation, blurting out my reply, "Erm, not just now I'm afraid - I'm getting ready to go out."

He continued insistently, "It won't take long miss; surely you can spare a few minutes to hear the word of our Lord?"

His polite tone, combined with the fact that I was standing on my doorstep in full view of the neighbours made me give in to his request, "OK, as long as you're quick. Come in. By the way, you can call me Rachel." I showed them through to my living room and asked them to sit down. It was my first chance to really look them over - I'd been too nervous standing in the doorway. The man who had originally spoken to me was in his early fifties; smartly dressed in a suit with short, brown hair. The other was much younger, probably only in his late teens, but still very smartly dressed in a similar, dark blue suit.

I stood opposite the two of them as the older man continued with his 'sales patter'. I was conscious of the skimpiness of my attire - naked under the towel. It was tied in a knot under my right arm and hung down just a couple of inches below my bottom, like a very short mini-dress. I would have sat down, but was worried that the knot would slip or the towel would ride up too high on my thighs and reveal too much. Both of them seemed unfazed by the spectacle, their professional approach contrary to the lascivious stares I expected. 

As the older man continued to talk about redemption, the younger one opened one of their magazines, pointing out some quotes to add credence to his partner's words. Out of politeness I felt obliged to show an interest, and bent over to take a look. I felt a rush of air as the front of the towel fell forward, leaving a gaping V-shaped gap on my right side. The older man hesitated with his speech for a second as he obviously became aware of my partial nakedness from his seated position. I panicked, using both hands to clutch the towel to myself as I stood up. At the same time I could feel the knot under my arm come loose, and tried to nonchalantly tie it while they were still talking. It was tricky, but I managed to get it tight again.

Feeling unsettled and embarrassed by this brief flash I made my excuses, "Would you like something to drink, a tea or coffee?" They both nodded, asking for just water, and I managed to retreat to the relative privacy of the kitchen. I managed to compose myself a little, tied the towel a little tighter and then poured their drinks. They both stood up briefly as I returned to the living room, an old-fashioned gesture that emphasised their politeness.

The younger man, pointing towards one of the framed prints on my wall spoke, "I hope you don't mind, but I was just admiring these pictures while you were out, who are they by?" 

"I'm not sure; I'll just take a look. I think they're signed in pencil at the bottom." I stepped up to one of the prints and, bending over, squinted to make out the faint signature of the artist. The towel rode up my behind, exposing most of my bottom. I'm sure heard both of them gasp as they saw my naked behind. In my rush to cover myself I stood up too quickly and the knot in the towel burst loose. I clumsily tried to catch the towel as it started to fall, but I failed dramatically. The white material fell to the floor, leaving me exposed and completely naked in front of these two strangers. I blushed and stole a quick glance to see the reaction on their faces. They were both transfixed my hard, toned body. Open-mouthed they gaped at my large, firm breasts and neatly shaved pussy. For a brief second I enjoyed the attention, feeling my pussy become moist and my nipples harden. Then I snapped back to reality, realising the embarrassment of exposing myself to these two devout Christians. 

The older man broke the brief, tense silence as he stood up, "Allow me, Rachel." He reached down for the towel and held it open for me to wrap myself in. I turned with my back to him and allowed him to reach round to cover me. His hands brushed me lightly as he knotted the towel between my breasts. I wasn't sure, but I was sure I could feel his erection against my bottom as he stood behind me. As I turned back to face them, he said, "We've imposed on you enough now miss, I'll leave you one of our magazines and let you read it in your own time. Come on David, we'd better be going."

As the younger man stood up I suddenly became aware that although my breasts and bottom were now out of sight, the front-knotted towel had left my pussy still exposed. David was staring at this oversight as he got up, his eyes never leaving the gap in the front of my towel. I pulled the material together when I realised and he glanced away, obviously embarrassed by the fact that I'd caught him looking. I tried to ease the tense atmosphere by joking, "I'm sorry about my recreation of the Garden of Eden story - I'm no Eve I'm afraid." 

The older man replied, "On the contrary my dear, you are indeed a vision of loveliness that would tempt any man from the path of true righteousness."

Blushing, I replied, "I guess I'm lucky that you two are on that path then - I'd hate to seem like a temptress." His quasi-religious tone was starting to make me a little nervous now and I tried to lighten the tone, "Thanks for the compliments, but I won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the rest of your day."

After they'd gone I stood in the hallway, reflecting on what had happened. Although my accidental flashing had been acutely embarrassing, I had definitely become very aroused by letting the two men see me naked. As you'll see in the stories to follow, I've grown to love letting strangers catch glimpses of my nakedness...



Rachel Ch. 01



Hi. My name is Rachel and I am nineteen years old. I grew up with my older sister and my mother with no father figure in the household. As a consequence of my being raped by my uncle when I was twelve, I didn't date much in high school and had very limited experience with men. 

The only steady male figure in my life since I was three was my godfather, Harry. Harry was married to a beautiful woman named Jennifer. After I graduated from high school last year, they invited me down to Florida for the summer. What a great time I had. We went sailing on their sailboat and had a sun soaked summer. I was very sad when I had to leave and return to Kentucky to begin college.

I was devastated when I learned that Jennifer died over Thanksgiving. They had always been such a loving couple, always holding hands and kissing each other. I knew I had to go down for the funeral. It was a solemn occasion and Harry was so broken up. I knew I had to stay for awhile to help him through this difficult time.

After a few weeks, Harry felt better and we decided to go out on his sailboat. It is a beautiful 33 foot boat they had been fixing up for their retirement. The weather was perfect, winds off the land at about 10 – 15 miles per hour, temperatures in the low 70s, as we left the marina early that morning.

We had decided to sail over to an island about thirty miles away that had a great protected harbor for anchoring. We settled in for a leisurely five to six hour sail. Since the temperature was so warm, I had donned one of my bikinis to get some sun on the foredeck. I guess I should take this opportunity to describe myself. I am 5' 5" tall, blonde, green eyes, 110 pounds, my top is, I think, a little on the smallish side at 32B. Harry is 52, 6' 2" tall and about 250 pounds with salt and pepper hair and a rugged look to him, I guess from time on his boat in the sun.

As I lay on my towel, I would occasionally catch glimpses of Harry at the tiller. I could swear he was watching me but each time I looked at him he would look away. I felt he was ogling my body, but I couldn't be sure. Strangely, I felt a flutter in my stomach when I thought about it. It was not unpleasant, but I was unsure what it meant. I did think it was sexual in nature though. Up to this time, I hadn't even touched myself. Now, I was feeling very strange indeed.

We made the island about one o'clock and anchored up a little offshore. We took the dingy in to shore and scouted for shells and such until almost sundown, when we headed back to the boat. Since it was just December, there were no other boats in the anchorage. Harry fired up the propane grill attached to the cockpit rail and we had steaks, baked potatoes and salad for dinner.

A few hours later, Harry retired to his cabin and I got ready for bed. I put on a light pair of sweatpants and a tank top and slid under the covers of my bunk near the galley. I lay there for awhile, tossing about and listening to the wind in the rigging. I was restless and I couldn't figure out why. I glanced forward and noticed a light under the door to Harry's cabin. He was still awake, probably reading. I knew he had been having difficulty sleeping.

I threw the covers off and went to his door. I knocked lightly. "Yes?" he asked.

"Harry, can I talk to you?" 

"Sure, babe. Come on in." was his reply.

I opened the door and stepped in. He was lying in the bunk; it was about the size of a double bed, reading a book.

"I'm having a little trouble sleeping and I thought if I came in here with you, maybe I could get to sleep." As a child, I had often crawled into bed with him and Jennifer during their visits to cuddle up between them and sleep with their warmth.

He looked a little uneasy at first but threw the covers back from the other side of the bed in invitation. I bounded into bed and pulled the covers up as I snuggled in next to him.

"Do you mind if I read a bit more?" he asked.

"No, Harry, go right ahead. I'm fine now."

I felt protected lying next to him. I could hear his heart beating. It was very comforting.

In my little girl voice, I asked him, "Can I ask you something, Harry?"

"Sure, babe, anything."

"What are you going to do now?"

He was silent for a while and I began to wonder if he had heard me. Finally, he sort of sighed and said, "I don't know, hon. I mean, the insurance money on Jen allows me to do what we had always planned to do, retire and sail the Caribbean, but, it just won't be the same without her." He seemed to choke up a bit as he spoke.

I thought for a moment before I spoke. "I could go with you." 

"No, no, no. You're in school and your mother would kill me."

"I'm sick of school. I can always go back to college and you need someone to crew for you. Besides, what better education can I get than discovering new cultures? Mom will come around and I am nineteen anyway." This was delivered rapid fire and I could tell he was somewhat overwhelmed. "Rach, it just wouldn't be right."

"What do you mean? What's not right about it?"

Sighing again, "For appearances sake dear. You sailing all over with a fiftyish man."

"So what? Who cares what other people think? Besides, nobody thinks any the less of Hugh Hefner do they?"

He chuckled at that and shook his head.

I continued on, "And besides, there are plenty of couples with age differences. Just look at Demi and Ashton."

He got serious. "What couple? We are not a couple."

I smiled up at him. "But we could be. I've had a crush on you since I was three." I lay my hand on his chest and he seemed to jump a mile.

"No, no, hon. That's not possible." He was stammering.

Pouting now, "Why not? Besides, I need someone to teach me. I'm tired of not knowing anything."

Clearly confused, his brow knitted. "Teach you what?"

"About sex, silly. Who better than a thoughtful, loving man like you?"

Now I could tell he was really in shock. He started to protest some more but I put my finger to his lips to silence him. My eyes pleaded with him. Our eyes locked together for what seemed an eternity as he fought with himself. Finally, his shoulders slumped and he looked away. "We really can't, Rach. It just wouldn't be right. I'm almost old enough to be your grandfather."

I put my hand to his face and turned him to look at me again. "I don't care. Please Harry" I pleaded.

He touched my cheek with his fingertips and then wrapped me in his great bear hug. I felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time.

Sighing, he resigned. "Ok hon. But I have to know some things first."

Brightly, I replied, "Anything. Ask me anything."

"Ok, I'm going to ask you some things. They may seem a bit strange, but I need to know and I need you to answer honestly." "I will tell you anything, Harry."

"Alright, I know what happened to you when you were twelve. So, disregarding that, since it didn't have anything to do with sex but had to do with power and control. Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Yes, a couple of times in high school."

"Has a boy ever felt your breasts?"

"No."

"Fingered you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Touched your vagina."

"No."

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, if you had, you would know." He chuckled.

He seemed thoughtful. "So, what you're saying is that you have no experience whatsoever?"

"No Harry. None."

"Well, you have an awful lot to learn then, don't you sweetie?"

I smiled up at him. "Yes, Harry."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Serious now, "Yes Harry. I am."

"We could sleep on it and discuss it again tomorrow."

"No, Harry. Waiting won't change my mind."

He stroked my face lightly with his weathered fingertips. He tilted my head back and softly touched his lips to mine. My eyes closed and a shiver ran through my body.

He rolled over on his side to face me as we remained locked in our embrace. I felt his whole body pressed against me for the first time. I could feel his hardness against my thigh. I reached for it but he stopped me.

"Not yet, Rach. Sit up."

I did as he asked. He helped me remove my top and sweatpants. I was naked before him for the first time. He slipped out of his shorts and I saw his maleness. I gasped. It looked huge to me.

We snuggled down on the bed and began to kiss again. His tongue found my lips and I automatically parted them. Our tongues dueled a bit as I felt the excitement rise. His hands began to explore my back all the way down to my ass. He cupped my ass in his hands and gently squeezed.

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. His erection was pressed against my pussy and I started to grind involuntarily against it. I rose up on my hands and threw my head back and closed my eyes as I continued to grind. The feelings were indescribable. He began to roll my nipple between his fingers as they grew to hard buttons.

I heard noises when I realized it was me moaning. Gently, he rolled me onto my back. I looked down at his cock and saw it was soaking wet and hard as a rock. I realized it was my wetness on him. 

I thought he was going to enter me right then but he didn't. He began to nibble on my neck and the kissed his way to my nipples, which he sucked into his mouth one at a time. I was shaking uncontrollably by this time.

He kissed his way down my quivering stomach until he reached my soaking wet pussy. I gasped when I felt his tongue snake out and find my little button. He raised my legs onto his shoulders and really began to lick me.

Before long, I felt something strange happening. I didn't know what it was and I began to squirm under his ministration. My eyes rolled back in my head, I arched my back and my toes curled as fireworks went off in my body. I let out a protracted "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." As I felt my first orgasm. My hips bounced on their own, rubbing my pussy against his face. 

Finally, the waves subsided and I settled back down to earth, gasping for breath. Tears ran down my face as my chest heaved to catch air. Harry raised his face from me and smiled. His chin glistened with my juices. He climbed up and lay beside me as I clenched his body to mine in a bear hug. 

"Oh, Harry. I had no idea! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" As I kissed him all over his face.

He laughed out loud. "Well, Rach, you have now had your first orgasm." I smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and was not repulsed at all. My body was still quaking as I gazed down upon his hardness. Tentatively, I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a quick stroke. This elicited a moan from Harry. I looked up into his eyes for guidance.

"Since you wish to learn everything, you need to know how to suck a cock. Cocksucking can be both foreplay and a complete sex act of itself." 

I looked back at his cock. It was huge in my small hand, at least six or seven inches long and so wide around my fingers barely touched. It had an angry purplish head that was glistening with a clear liquid that, with each pump of my hand, was added to from the slit in the head. I looked back into his eyes questioningly.

"Don't worry Rachel, nothing I will do will ever hurt you."

I blinked a few times. "What shall I do?"

He smiled down at me. "Why don't you just try kissing it a bit first?"

I looked back at his cock. Slowly I inched my way forward until I was eye to eye with it, so to speak. It looked even huger up close. I pursed my lips and kissed it right on the slit. It jerked in my hand. I giggled. Instinctively, I licked my lips and tasted the most curious taste. The liquid oozing from his cock was very slippery and had a slight salty flavor. I immediately decided I liked it.

I pursed my lips and planted kisses all over the head, causing it to jerk repeatedly. I felt his hand on the back of my head and I allowed him to push me down. His cock began to push past my lips and over my tongue into my mouth, stretching my mouth almost painfully.

When my lips passed just behind the head, I began to swirl my tongue underneath it. I heard Harry moaning as about a third of it entered my mouth. There, it touched the back of my throat causing me to gag a bit and withdraw till my lips only covered the slit at the end. I then began another decent and took a little bit more into my mouth. All the while, I was slowly pumping his shaft with my hand. More and more of the clear viscous fluid bathed my tongue. 

I kept up the back and forth motion of my head and the pumping of my hand for quite some time. My pace slowly picked up with each stroke. Harry's hips began to buck up off the bed. All of a sudden, he stiffened and thrust really hard. I felt his head bounce against the back of my throat and swell fatter than I could imagine possible. 

Harry groaned and his cock jerked in my mouth. I felt a large glob of hot salty liquid fill my mouth. Instinctively, I swallowed and continued to pump him. Shot after shot of the liquid pumped into my mouth and, as valiantly as I could, I swallowed as much as possible. But there was way too much and it began to spill from the seal my lips formed around his cock. Down my chin it ran in a sheet. Still, he pumped more into my voracious mouth. It seemed I couldn't get enough. After a good eight or ten squirts, it started to subside and my swallowing could catch up. 

Finally, his hips fell back to the bed. His cock still jerked in my mouth but didn't produce much more fluid. I continued to suck and pump him until his cock shrank back to normal and slip from my lips.

I turned my head to look up at him. His breathing was erratic but the look of contentment on his face was priceless. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled down at me. He reached out his hand and started to wipe my chin of the cum coating it. I took hold of his hand and licked his fingers clean, savoring the final taste.

I scooted up to lay my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled the covers up. We quickly fell into a deep sleep in which I had the most pleasant dreams of huge dancing cocks squirting their lovely liquid all over my naked body.

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 01



During the entire flight I had been staring through the window lost in my own thoughts. Idly I had been wondering if Marcus would live up to his promise and be waiting for me on my arrival. As I sat there, the hum of the plane in my ears, looking but not seeing, the butterflies in my stomach metamorphosed into dragons.

A mixture of emotions ran helter skelter through me, half hoping that he would be there to meet and greet me while the other half hoped he would not be there. I recalled the on-line conversation when I first informed him that I would be in his area for a seminar and how persuasively he had insisted that he be there to meet me.

"Don't be so damn silly," he had said, "you don't know a soul here and it's not safe for a woman to be wandering about this city by herself."

"Oh really!" I had exclaimed, "and I suppose that I shall be perfectly safe with you? Damn but that's such a big disappointment."

He had laughed and I had smacked myself on the forehead, when would I ever learn to keep my smartass mouth shut. He always made me go all gooey; he had such a sexy voice, which always preceded on-line cyber-sex, making me melt inside and my pussy flood with expectation.

Smoothing my skirt over my thighs, my thoughts returned to our initial on-line meeting: first in a chat room and then I had sent him a private message, opening the flirting game. I remembered well how he had told me off for sending an unsolicited private message to a Master without first seeking permission, a friendship springing up very quickly between us. Like minds attracted I supposed.

Although I had become tired of on-line go nowhere relationships; Marcus had a very definite appeal about him that set me tingling and the very next night we had cybered in a private room. The truth is that cyber-sex is nothing more than mutual on-line masturbation with sound and vision. You can watch and hear one another masturbate for a sticky result.

He had told me that he was a writer of serious adult literature and offered to send samples of his writing if I wished. When I had finished reading the first story I had become hornier than a Rhino, making myself cum four times in succession, imagining that we were the couple in the story. Wow, but he was good.

He wrote so well that it was easy to think of us being they, I could relate quite easily to what he was writing, it was so graphic that he put me easily into every scene that he had written. That had been three weeks ago, others had quickly followed, plus I now had a web cam and we cybered on cam also, it was terrific to see him masturbating along with me knowing that it was watching me that took him to the heights.

Marcus had such a beautiful cock, quite the thickest I had ever seen and I had moved the cam so that he could clearly see my fingers or bob, my battery operated boyfriend pumping fit to bust in my very wet and overflowing pussy. I loved to watch his cum shooting from the end of that grand cock; it always sent me over the edge. 

The very first time that he exploded for me was the fastest and hardest cum I had ever experienced leaving my body wracked with spasms for many minutes afterwards, such had been the intensity. I decided then that he was my intensity.

Now, this was to be our first physical meeting and I was more than a little nervous. 

It was not a long flight from Edinburgh to London and my reverie soon became interrupted by the pilot's voice announcing our imminent landing. I had to make a concentrated effort to compose myself while gathering my things, my thoughts had made me very wet indeed and my face was flushed.

The plane landed without incident and very soon I found myself in the terminal claiming my baggage, my knees still a tiny bit shaky. I had almost cum on the plane.

Looking around I eventually spotted him leaning against the wall, the smoke from his cigarette curling lazily upwards. Good, I thought, he is as laid back as the projection I got over the Internet. He had thrown his coat over his shoulders for me to be able to recognise him, a full-length black leather coat. Our eyes met and held, his hazel with a touch of yellow reminding me of a tiger with the look of a rogue about him, and mine a piercing sapphire blue. As we walked toward one another I became aware that I was blushing furiously.

"Hello Master," I said with uncertainty, "it is you isn't it?"

"My Dear Rachel," he replied in his honeyed sexy voice that made me go weak at the knees, "you were maybe expecting someone else?" He laughed softly, almost a chuckle, humour touching his eyes and although still a little tense I began to relax towards this kindly man. Taking my bag he said "come on my little one, let's get out of this place, I know a little dive where we are able to get something to eat and a drink or two, I have become quite cold waiting around for you."

I soon became comfortable around him, his easy manner making me relax fairly quickly. His car was a very special one, a veteran Ford V8 Pilot from the early fifties, but the engine just purred belying the power of the restrained horses under the bonnet. I liked powerful cars and this one was no exception.

We pulled into a huge car park where a pretty little restaurant stood on the far side, it was almost empty and he couldn't have parked any further away if he had tried. I had to wonder if there had to be some kind of motive for this, especially with dusk just starting to descend.

Inside it was dimly lit, but soft lighting with candles, kinda romantic, relaxed, casual and dare I say just a little sensual. Sliding into a booth we quickly placed our orders and continued talking, my manner had perhaps become a little teasing but Marcus was the epitome of charm although dominating the conversation somewhat. 

I caught myself watching his every move, the expressions on his face, eyes devouring my soul, and the hand gestures, I found it a struggle to stay focused on his words. Somehow he made me feel strangely naked in his presence.

The topic turned inevitably to the connection between us, the Internet, and the chat room where we had first met. Feeling the heat rising in my face again I stammered clumsily while relating a juicy titbit of gossip about a mutual friend.

Reassurance came swiftly as taking both my hands in his he looked deeply into my eyes asking how someone like me could say and do the most outrageous things on-line and on web cam and yet blush like a virgin! I shook my head, filled with embarrassment, blurting out that we had not been physically face to face then and that I was afraid that I might disappoint him in some way.

He chuckled softly, and somehow I knew that he wasn't laughing at me, rather he was trying to calm me and soon we were both laughing together.

"And am I a disappointment to you?" he asked.

"Oh no my Lord, you are exactly as I had expected. And much, much more."

Again we looked deeply into one another's eyes, his having taken on a much more golden glow to them now. Not a sound was heard from either except our breathing, but a more permanent link was made in those fleeting seconds. My heart beat so hard that I felt sure he must be able to hear it, it seemed so very loud to me. 

I desperately wanted to feel the hand that I had seen so many times wrapped around his cock caressing my full breasts, already the nipples were hard and my pussy ached for his touch. However it was to come soon and in a way that I was not expecting.

He stood up and taking my hand led me onto the dance area. Coolly saying, "now dance with me." No more, no less, a simple direct command.

The music was slow and comfortable, but it didn't really matter, we were both here, together, and I was in his powerful arms. Lacing my fingers around his neck I felt his arm encircle my waist pulling me tightly against his warm body in a firm embrace.

Breathing deeply I took in the earthy and manly aroma of his after-shave becoming distinctly aware that my breasts were being crushed hard against his chest. I tried to ease back a little knowing that he would be able to feel the hardness of my nipples, but he held me tightly while murmuring softly into my ear.

"Where do you think you are going Rachel, I have waited what seems like aeons to hold you this close."

I wanted to tell him that it had only been three weeks but having no wish to annoy him relaxed, giving in completely to his wonderful and masterful ways. I shivered slightly, the result of his hot breath on my ear and the low sexiness of his voice, completely at ease in his arms.

I could feel his hand moving slowly down my back to rest at the top of my ass as he continued to talk softly and lovingly into my ear, saying the most outrageous things that were guaranteed to turn me on. "What will you do if I reach down and squeeze that beautiful arse of yours right now, in front of all these people? Will you cut and run or will you obey my every word?"

I was unable to suppress a giggle; he had been asking similar questions for almost two weeks and never been given an answer. 'This is showdown time,' I thought, becoming aware that something very hard and very insistent had been pressing against my abdomen as he pulled me even more tightly to him. The answer was clear and I felt very pleased that I had been able to instil this intense reaction, not unlike my own.

"Master," I whispered back, "I shall submit to your every desire, I am yours to command, if it pleases you."

With that he spoke not a word but reached down and grabbed my ass squeezing hard, fingers digging deeply into soft yielding flesh, while simultaneously gathering up my skirt to expose my thighs. Gasping I looked directly up at him and he took the opportunity to steal a first passionate kiss.

Gentle to begin with, kinda soft and tentative, the thrill of the unknown. However it quickly developed into a dance of the tongues as our passion rose, I felt strong hard teeth clamp down on my lower lip; I felt the pain and revelled in the taste of my own blood. 

Passion took hold swelling my breasts, my nipples began to ache, and I could feel my heart pounding as the adrenaline swept through me. Immediate responses from my pussy also as I felt my juices spurt. If this was how it was starting I knew that it could only get better.

Breaking away suddenly, our breathing ragged and coming in gasps he took hold of my hand dragging me from the dance floor, almost tripping over my own feet, he left me no choice but to follow. 

Reaching our table he opened his wallet throwing down a handful of notes, rather too much for what we had eaten I thought, but I wasn't asked. I must admit to feeling thrilled at the masterful way in which he once again grabbed my wrist and exited the place.

Outside the night had fallen and we crossed the poorly lit car park with some urgency, his hand still fastened around my wrist. Reaching the car he released me and using the electronic key fob unlocked the doors as I stood by purposefully rubbing my wrist. Bending forward to open my door he suddenly stopped, wrinkled his nose deliberately sniffing the air and asked, "what perfume are you using?"

I replied that it was called Allure and he just grunted his approval. Taking hold of my shoulders with both hands he crushed my lips with his own, pressing me back against the cold metal of the car, our passions were greatly aroused and there was no holding back now. My whole body ached for him, his caress and touch but more; I needed to feel his gorgeous cock thrusting into me at last. I realised that I needed to be taken now, out here, against this car, taken roughly like a cheap whore.

He removed my jacket throwing it into the car, I felt the cold hardness of the metal through my thin blouse, and I shivered but welcomed this bodily contact, feeling his strength and masculinity overwhelming me. Wrapping my arms around him I ground my body against his in total abandon, feeling utterly naked although still fully clothed.

Once again breaking the kiss Marcus whispered softly in that oh so sexy voice, "don't move, obey me."

It was so difficult for me to stand still, but I forced myself while his hands ran over my yearning body as though checking out a breed mare. The touch of his fingertips tracing lightly but with authority over the curves of my heaving breasts sent urgent messages directly to my pussy via now very hard and aching nipples that poked at the thin material of my blouse. He saw the need in my face and the most devilish smile crossed his lips as he squeezed my right breast.

Marcus was releasing energies and needs within me that I had never known existed, I had become a tool or plaything in his hands.

I moaned softly aware that he had used his free hand to open my blouse as I felt the cold air on my almost naked breasts. "Remember, to move is to invite punishment," he said in such a low voice that caused me to strain to hear.

Electing to wear a front fastening, lacy, uplifting quarter cup bra with erect nipples peeping over the top my intention had been to excite and invite, it sure was doing the job right. I felt the fastener snap, the two halves fell away from my very full 36" hillocks. Marcus stopped for a moment to admire that which he had only seen on the web cam before tonight. 

Both nipples were harder than they had ever been and so hot, sitting atop the brown circles of aureole. My breathing was laboured and shallow causing these gorgeous mounds of breast flesh to rise and fall a little jerkily while at the same time inviting the touch of his lips. I wanted him to taste them so badly that I almost thrust them in his face but caught myself just in time.

I should have known that he would be unable to resist them as he leaned towards them, first dragging his hot tongue all around them before closing his lips around each in turn to suck it into the warm wetness of his mouth. I kind of equated it with a hard cock slipping into a wet pussy.

The cold hardness of the car was completely forgotten as he bit hard enough for me to cry out, the pain/pleasure thing causing my aching pussy to throb like crazy and flood.

Simultaneously I felt his hands dig into my arse again as he grabbed hold of my skirt gathering it together and pulling it higher up my thighs to tuck it into the waistband. He left my now extremely hard and burning nipples, stepping back slightly as the material cleared my stocking tops revealing my soaking wet knickers. Again I had selected what I believed to be a pair of lacy, killer briefs in duck egg blue, designed to excite.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. Keeping my eyes on his face and moving slowly I did as instructed, aware that a patch of darker blue would reveal just how wet I had become and how much I wanted to feel him inside me. The colour just rushed into my face knowing that his attention was focused on my now soaking wet triangle, but the situation was so wild, I had become so turned on, that I went with the flow and if at all possible became even wetter.

"Now, reach down and pull your briefs to one side, I will see your pussy." Frantically I threw my eyes around the car park in case someone else was around.

"Now." He barked at me, "hesitance is disobedience and carries a severe punishment."

Trembling I reached down, feeling for the lacy edge and noticing just how saturated they had become, taking a deep breath I pulled the delicate fabric to one side. My swollen pudenda and billiard ball smoothness, achieved with hot waxing, fully exposed to his lustful gaze. Strangely, I felt no humiliation, just pride.

His sharp intake of breath told me that my pussy met with his approval and inwardly I smiled. "Hold it right there Rachel, don't let go, that has to be the prettiest pussy I have ever seen, you are very, very wet, lips thick and swollen and your clit showing proudly at the top. My but you are turned on, beautiful, just beautiful."

Involuntarily I looked down, no one had ever told me before that I have a pretty pussy, let alone called it beautiful and I kinda felt a glow spread right through me as though I had just swallowed a shot of neat vodka. As I watched his palm moved towards it, stopping about an inch or so away, I knew that he was feeling the mini heat wave radiating from my throbbing cunt.

Slowly the hand drew closer until able to press against the smooth and swollen lips of my overheated pussy, whilst allowing only the tip of one finger to press between the eager lips. I moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of being teased and of this very intimate touch, he smiled at me and I could see the tenderness in his eyes while marvelling at his restraint and control. 

As he leaned forward to kiss me once more the finger slid deeply and fully inside, my hungry pussy muscles gripping it tightly, again I moaned loudly delighted at this small but welcome intrusion. Gasping for air I became overjoyed as Marcus began thrusting with first one finger and then two swiftly in and out, finger fucking me to absolute perfection.

He paused for a moment, for effect I think but with fingers still buried inside my soft folds. "Now Rachel, who owns this pussy?" he whispered so softly that I barely caught it and he pressed his thumb hard against my aching clit.

"You my Lord," I whimpered through tightly pursed lips, "my pussy belongs to you, for your pleasure alone Master." May I cumm now my Lord?"

"No sweet Rachel you may not." His reply was firm and very definite, "I think we may need to work on your ability to hold back a little, although you are showing very good control so far, you make me quite proud of you."

"Yesssss Sir," I managed to hiss out as the action of his fingers told me to cumm although his words said NO. I had to make a supreme effort to stop myself from cumming; my pussy wanted very much to do its own thing. Marcus however did not stop there but continued to excite and titillate maddeningly slowly and with deliberation.

I knew that he was testing my mettle and tried to think of other unrelated things. The need for release was driving me insane but I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the forthcoming seminar where I was due to be speaking tomorrow.

Through the hazy wall that I had set up, I slowly became aware that the pulsing hardness pressing against my naked thigh with such great insistence was in fact his erection.

Abruptly Marcus withdrew his fingers leaving a vast emptiness inside me. Raising them to his mouth he slowly licked while looking directly into my eyes before also offering what remained of my juices while simultaneously kissing me. I loved the taste of my own pussy honey and was happy that he had the same liking for the nectar.

His smile melted me every time and pushing down on my shoulders he indicated that I was to kneel before him. I looked up, pleading with my eyes, not daring to speak, but the set of his jaw said that he would not take 'NO' for an answer.

As he pushed with authority on my shoulders I fell to my knees on the hard and gritty tarmac of the car park, I prayed that we were not observed. Trembling I took hold of the zip slowly pulling it down, wondering why I had started to tremble, after all, this wasn't exactly the first time that I had taken a hot, hard and pulsating cock in my mouth.

In truth I loved giving head and male cumm had long ago become my favourite drink, you would be surprised at the endless variety of flavours available. Fumbling inside like a schoolgirl on her first time, I located the throbbing organ within the confines of his boxers dragging it out into the night air and taking in its length and girth. I must have managed a smile, it felt so hot and hard in my little hand and oh so silky.

"You may only have that which I allow you little one, take any more and I shall punish."

He moved in close enough for me to lick the angry looking purple head; with the thick throbbing vein along its length and a bead of pr-cum on the tip. I was surprised at the taste of him, so very different from any other, some being plain and others varying degrees of saltiness. His being kinda sweetish.




Rachel Ch. 01



I grew excited at this discovery, moving my tongue in loving circles around it, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside, it was delicious, but I dearly wanted so much more.

I couldn't be sure of what happened, but without warning Marcus grabbed my hair pulling me away from his beautiful cock and I realised that I must have taken more of it into my mouth than was permitted.

"I'm so very sorry my Lord," I whispered, "please let me try again, it was such an unusual order and I got carried away by the magnificence of your member and the unusual taste of your cumm."

Thankfully he forgave me and allowed me to put out my tongue and bathe the beautiful swollen head with long slow licks, especially to the underside, when he groaned his pleasure. After what seemed like a very long time worshipping this wondrous cock head I felt the heat of him start to increase along with the pulsing, he moved forward slightly now, allowing me access to the entire length of his throbbing shaft.

My tongue and lips moved up, down and around his hardness while relishing every second until finally he allowed the full majesty of this cock to enter my mouth, he was no longer objecting and as I sucked he fucked easily into it. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, gradually increasing the speed as I realised that he was getting closer to cumming. I did so want him to empty his hot seed into my mouth and down my hungry throat.

"Stop!" he suddenly, cried out and grabbing my arms pulled, yanked me to my feet. Roughly taking hold of my wrist he spun me around while pushing me against the car bonnet simultaneously pushing my arm up my back, forcing me to bend forwards.

"Bend over the bonnet." He barked out the command so sharply that I complied without thinking, my wetness no longer just flooding my pussy, but trickling down the inside of my thighs.

Roughly he pulled my knickers down to my knees while still holding my arm and pressing me against the bonnet of the car. Tucking the back of my skirt into its own waistband he gave me four resounding smacks on both ass cheeks, leaving them really smarting and me even more horny than I would have thought possible.

I howled from the unexpected sting, but wow it had made me so wet and so in need of a good fucking with that adorably thick cock. It was then that I felt the bulbous head sliding up and down the length of my well-lubricated slit, rubbing over my excited clit until with a thrust that was hard, fast and very deep he buried the entire length inside me. My howling changed to a deep guttural moan.

Wasting no more time with games he began pumping hard and swiftly into my very hungry pussy while reaching around my waist to find my engorged clit, it was so swollen and hard that I was very aware of its never before known thickness. My nipples rubbing against the cold and unyielding metal of the car were equally hard and sensitised. We were making a lot of noise, moaning, groaning and crying out in what was for me unparalleled ecstasy. I felt sure that we could be heard all over the car park, the thrill of the very real possibility of us being discovered only served to heighten the intensity of the moment and neither of us cared.

I pushed my hips back to meet every thrust of this magnificent prick that filled me so completely, matching his every stroke and using my cunt muscles to milk him. I felt my orgasm fast approaching, building inside me and begged him to let me cumm.

"Yesssss," he hissed at me through clenched teeth, "cumm for me now," and as the first wave of my orgasm ripped through me I felt him pinch my clit hard as I cried out.

"Yes, yess, yess. Oh god Marcus, give me your delicious cumm, give it to meeeee," the second, third and fourth orgasm tore through me in wave after wave of pure pleasure causing me to convulse quite violently. Marcus erupted into me so many times that I lost count, but who was counting anyway, his thick cream pumped into me in what seemed like a never-ending flow. I felt every jerk of that beautiful super-cock as he filled me to overflowing.

My breathing had become so laboured that he pulled himself from me, spinning me around and taking me in his arms. With deep concern in his voice he asked me over and over again if there was anything that he could do and was I all right. My orgasm had been so intense that I was having great difficulty in catching my breath and already knowing that at this time I was unable to stop shaking I could do little more than nod my head and smile wanly while trying to gasp out that I was fine.

Eventually able to speak, I said, "My Lord that has to be the most intense orgasm that I have ever experienced, the intensity was absolutely incredible. I can see that we are going to have a lot of fun together."

"It pleases me that you are happy little one," his smile was genuine and taking my hand guided it to his fast wilting tool. I must admit that it was amongst the finest I have ever had, probably even the best, "now, you need to clean me up Rachel, I cant put my cock away with all this lovely goo on it."

I laughed, but without hesitation dropped to my knees where I would be able to taste the mixture of his cream mixed with my own before returning his cock, that now looked a little sad, to the confines of his boxers. He also passed me a handkerchief telling me to wipe my face clean and then my pussy.

Bending he picked up my knickers dropping them into his pocket. "You will not need these my sweet Rachel, from this point forward you are to refrain from wearing underwear at any time except when your monthly is upon you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," I replied, still kneeling at his feet zipping his trousers.

"Arise now my little one and get into the car. It is time we got you to the hotel; there we can take your liberation a little further. 

Who are you Rachel?"

"I am Rachel, your slave Master," I replied.

"No Rachel, you are my submissive, I am not a slave-master."

"I own you my little one in every way," Marcus answered as the car sped onwards to the hotel. "I own your mind, heart, body and soul; you are mine from this time forward to do with as and when I please. Do you accept my ownership and put yourself in my care for guidance and training?"

"Master, I am yours to do with as you wish, I belong to you, I am your property, you bring great honour to this one by asking this of me, I am and always will be your humble, obedient and devoted Rachel. No other person male or female shall see or touch this body unless it is your wish. My Lord I am yours."

"A pretty speech Rachel, have you been rehearsing it," Marcus asked?"

"Oh no my Lord, I have spoken as I feel," I replied and cast my eyes down as all good submissives should. I would never look him in the eyes again without his permission.

With that I leaned back into the comfortable leather of the Pilot and closed my eyes. I thought of his inner strength and his mastery, his intensity and contradictory gentleness. Most of all I thought of the sheer passion so well hidden in this man with a giant heart.

Without warning I felt the back of his hand caress my cheek and heard the gentle passion filled, lowered voice as he said, "we're almost there baby." Inwardly my heart swelled.

I looked out at the city lights twinkling against the dark blue backdrop of the night sky, realising for the first time that it was a full moon. I saw without really noting the headlights of on-coming traffic, and all too soon the drive seemed to be over as the big car left the motorway for my hotel.

A few minutes later Marcus wheeled the car into one of the numerous parking spaces in front of the imposing twenty-two floor hotel. He killed the engine, unsnapped his seat belt and leaned toward me putting one hand on my naked thigh for support.

His kiss was so light and gentlemanly but the passion of the car park still roared through both our veins like rivers of molten lava, we were as yet unsated. Lips parted readily, tongues danced maintaining the previous fever like pitch.

One thing was certain, when Marcus kissed I knew that a master kisser had kissed me, he roused fires within that only he would be able to quench. Sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip took me to the extremes of desire; I was prepared to do almost anything for this man.

Taking both our bags from the car we walked arm in arm to the entrance, the concierge opened the door offering a polite "Good evening Mr Marcus, Ma'am," Marcus returning the greeting with a smile and as we passed through a bellboy hustled over to take my bag.

Having pre-booked, (the company paying the bill), I was surprised when he led me away from the reception area and toward the lifts. My mind was in a whirl, the flight, and the erotic sex in the car park, my still shaky knees all left me happy to be with him, but being led away from the desk really did take me by surprise. Marcus then explained that the registration had all been taken care of and that I was not to worry.

Tucking a couple of notes into the bellboy's shirt pocket Marcus dismissed him and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. I had been told that my room would be on the fourth floor, but I was now getting the idea that Marcus had some other plan in mind, especially as he reached past me and pressed the red STOP button bringing the lift to a halt.

The yellow in his eyes had spread, drilling into mine like a Cobra fixing its prey, like the X-ray eyes of Superman, holding me transfixed, burning into me as though he could see right into my brain and the unbridled passion that lay within. Without a word he pulled me toward him, his silence adding to the intrigue that I felt, but doing nothing to still the cauldron between my legs that he had once again and so easily brought to the boil.

I surrendered willingly; giving him let to do as he pleased. He owned me now, every sinew, every muscle and every nerve that was me. With our eyes locked Marcus's hands wandered over every curve with subtlety, mapping out the flowing hollows and rises, his touch gentle but so arousing. I felt his breath on my face as hot lips moved slowly forward to meet mine, softly, then increasing the pressure until with mouths open our tongues met once more to begin the tango of lust all over again, slipping, sliding, caressing and probing. Wordlessly devouring one another.

I was filled to overflowing with lust driven desire; aching for him once more, my body yearned for him, burned for him, the rush of adrenaline sweeping me on. I became reckless, wild, abandoned; I didn't care what Marcus did to me as long as he did it. 

I needed him to satisfy this urgency that seethed just below the surface. Where it took us for the moment I didn't care as long as he would be the one taking me.

Tiny electric shocks seared my nerve ends; I was burning from the inside out; only he could quench this overwhelming heat that threatened to devour me.

Again he pulled up my skirt exposing my nakedness; I didn't need anyone to tell me that the lips were thick, swollen and pouting, that my well of life was bubbling over and that my clit was hard and protruding, I knew this already. My whole being had become centred on the volcano that was my cunt, where he had made me so alive.

Our lips still mashed together I almost had an instant cumm when Marcus slid his finger along the length of my slit and across my scorching clit. I groaned deeply against his mouth a sound that would have been akin to that of a wounded animal; such was the intensity that I felt.

I felt my knees beginning to buckle as he slowly pumped that finger in and out of my cauldron of fire. What I needed was to feel that magnificent cock driving hard, fast and deep inside me, making me cumm over and over until it exploded into me adding his fluid to my own.

Responding to him I spread my legs wider to enable an easier and perhaps more comfortable access, that this also gave me a deeper penetration was a huge bonus. Almost immediately I realised that a second, third and fourth finger had joined the first and were thrusting hard, filling me like never before.

Without warning Marcus fell to his knees, tucked the hem of my skirt into the waistband lifting my right leg over his left shoulder. He moved to my overflowing pussy without hesitation, spreading the lips wide and deeply inhaling my aroma, the heat from my cunt must have been like that of a blast furnace, I was so hot.

With his tongue gliding up and down my slit I wanted to let go and cumm but knew that I dare not until permission had been given. We had played games like this on-line, with me withholding my orgasm until he gave me the right to release, so dutifully I held back although it was with difficulty in the extreme.

I felt his lips close around my clit like a limpet, sucking my hard bud deep inside his mouth. I was aware that I had cried out loudly at this treatment but didn't hear myself, this was the most intense oral sex that I had ever experienced. The fact that I was still on a high from our sex in the car park must have helped also. Most men pay the clit some attention but this really was something else. Marcus suckled and bit on it as though he were a baby at his mother's teat.

Somehow I managed to string enough coherent words together to beg him to allow me to cumm now. His fingers tightened on my arse pulling me even closer and I responded by fucking his face, the tears running down my own, I was so desperate to cumm.

"Cumm for me baby," he hissed at me, his mouth filled with my streaming cunt, "cumm for me now."

I needed no second bidding, and as he sunk his teeth hard into my clit I roared, "Yes, Yess, Yesss."

I felt as though my insides were being torn out, my hands balled into little fists, one in my mouth and the other thumping the lift wall. I knew that I was screaming biting hard into my knuckles and drawing blood as the cumm poured from me like water from a tap.

As each orgasm ripped through me I convulsed as though having a fit, as though an earthquake had taken over my body, I had completely lost control, I just kept cumming and cumming, and I had gone into the biggest and most extreme multi of my life.

With tears streaming down my face I begged Marcus to stop; I was shaking so violently. My knees finally gave way and I sank to the carpeted floor, never in my life had I cumm so hard, so intensely, I whimpered like a baby. Marcus knelt on the floor with me and putting his arms around me kissed me softly all over my face, licking away the salty tears that stung the corners of my eyes. All the while holding me, caressing me, stroking my hair and whispering softly into my ear.

Gradually the tears stopped but I continued to spasm, a series of small aftershock cumm's, I couldn't help it. He had lifted me to a pinnacle of orgasmic tolerance and my body was just not used to it, all the while he kept up a flow of tender words while hugging and stroking me. Eventually I came back down to terra firma and Marcus helped me get to my feet.

Standing up now and leaning against the wall I kept my eyes lowered as I thanked him for the most wonderful orgasm of my life even though I was still trembling and the odd spasm still rolled through me.

While still thanking him he removed my blouse and my bra then put the blouse back on me leaving the top four buttons undone. Anyone walking by would be able to see my very full breasts and the still very hard nipples. 

The bra he stuffed into his pocket before rolling the waistband of my skirt over and over drawing the hem to about eight inches above the top of my knees. This made it impossible for me to bend over without exposing all that I had, still wet and swollen pudenda on show, he had made me look like a real slut.

Hitting the lift button again we carried on up to the twentieth floor. I could see that he wanted as many people as possible to see me humiliated in this way, looking like a cheap tart, but to my relief no one got in.

However, when we got out a lady in all her finery threw me such a disdainful look, obviously disgusted, but responding I smiled as sweetly as I could but there was no mistaking the smug sensual look in my eyes.

While smiling I had not noticed that Marcus had dropped something on the floor until he turned to me and said, "I think you have dropped something dear."

Looking down I saw that he had taken my knickers out of his pocket dropping them at my feet, I knew without him saying that I had to pick them up. Blushing furiously I put on a brave face deciding to put on a good show for her.

Turning my back toward her I looked him in the eye, kissed his cheek and said "Thank you Sir." Then bending from the waist I showed her all that I have, knowing that my lips were still very swollen and that my wetness still smeared my thighs, he had not allowed me to wipe myself.

Hearing her derisive snort as she got into the lift and the remark under her breath that I was a disgusting tramp made me really smile. Retrieving the garment I turned to Marcus saying: "Would you put them in your pocket please my Lord, I have none in this skirt." I smiled at him, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "is my Master pleased?"

He smiled back at me and the smile plus the light in his eyes said it all.



Rachel Ch. 01



I have always loved a woman's smooth soft bum. The curve, the shape, the way it feels in your hand. I love grinding up against a big curvy ass. I enjoy sliding my hand or a finger between its soft cheeks or sleeping next to someone with my cock nestled along her smooth crack.

When I first met my wife I loved her ass before I loved any other part of her. And the rest of her was awesome, she was wild and cheeky and as perverted as I was. She can't get enough doggy style. Sometimes she will bend over, show off her gorgeous ass and beg me to give it to her from behind. She will shout and moan and scream as I make her cream, shoving my cock deep in her pussy while pulling on her hips. Then I'll pull out and shoot my cum all over her beautiful ass.

But one thing that my wife, Laura, will not do - is have anal sex. She is not like most girls who are afraid to try it; she has done it with other guys and has decided that she really doesn't like it. I have done it before and I love it. I was with a girl, years ago who was anally fixated. If I was giving it to her in her pussy, she had to stick a dildo or a vibrator up her ass. She taught me how to gently prepare and ass, how to carefully enter it and how to make a women love it. Good God it was awesome! Tight and smooth and delicious.

I have never had anal sex with any one else.

I have asked Laura if she would have anal sex with me and even warmed her up with a few anal plugs and beads - she said that it was not enjoyable and quite unpleasant. Laura feels strongly that something that gives me pleasure, but is uncomfortable for her doesn't balance out - and I tend to agree. Because I love my wife and I would never want to do anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. But that doesn't stop me from watching anal porn, jerking off with a tight hand, and dreaming.

We have been married for five years.

Yesterday I was at the gym. Most gyms I have come across are filled with tight-bodied women in fitting Lycra clothes - it is just par for the course. They are not trying to show off - just be comfortable. So I have learned to turn a blind eye to their asses pounding while they jog of the treadmills or their tits sticking out while they work of the machines. I don't perv, I don't get kicked out, and everybody stays happy. I thought that I had become pretty good at ignoring beautiful women working out around me when this one girl struck me. You never know what will catch your eye and I can't say why this woman stuck out of the crowd, but I was stunned from the first moment I saw her. She was a petite blonde with her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a black sleeveless top with white seams, black Lycra pants to her knees and little short shorts over them. All in black, lightly tanned Caucasian skin, golden hair and silver earrings. She looked beautiful.

She was very lean, and had a tiny little bum, but she was fascinating anyway. She was doing some arm curls in the corner while I warmed up on the treadmill. She was good at what she was doing. She had a friend with her who she was swapping being on the machines with. When they had finished with the arm curls they both went over to the hip flexor machine.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. I was still jogging on the treadmill, but I could see what they were doing clearly from across the room. Mystery girl stepped up first. She lifted her leg, slid her calf, then her thigh over the padded bar. She stood there for a moment, and then started pushing. She swung the bar down and past her other knee, then slowly returned. This motion was repeated over and over until she stopped, caught her breath and stepped down. Her friend went and did her round, but I was watching mystery girl. She padded her forehead with a towel and drank from her water bottle. In a few moments it was her turn again. I watched carefully as she mounted the machine again and imagined her thigh sliding over my hip instead of that cold machine. She powered away for her second round - it was beautiful.

Her friend stepped up to the machine now. After a few moments she called out for help, she was finding the weight hard to push. Did she call out a name?? I was eager to know but couldn't hear from across the room. The girl in black dropped her towel and water bottle and stepped up behind her friend. She put her hands on the friend's hips and pep-talked her through the exercise. God - watching her hold her friend like that was too much. I got off the treadmill and went for the showers. My mental imagery was going wild. I could see the two girls helping each other on the machines, stroking each other's thighs, pressing their soft tits into the other one's back as they pushed and strained.

As I stepped into the shower my cock was throbbing and soaked in pre-cum. I turned the water cold and tried to think of something else - but that night Laura got a wild hard fuck. With her lying on her back, I knelt under her bum and sat upright. I powered into her wet pussy giving her two orgasms before I pulled out and shot cum in streams from her hip to her shoulder. I roared as a came. Fuck yeah!! That was good.

The next night we were invited to Johnny's place for a little gathering. We only went to be with our friends Adrian and Christine, who knew Johnny through Adrian's work. Johnny was a rude fucker and liked to throw parties which were actually covers for his swinger friends - who were getting busy in the back rooms. They would come out, have some food and drink every now and then - but most of the time, about a third of the guests were absent. No one said anything, but everyone knew. Adrian and Christine wanted to go to not be rude to Johnny, who they genuinely liked, but they wanted us to come along so they had some normal people to talk with. The food was always good and we always had a good time.

A few hours into the party I couldn't find Laura. I asked Adrian and Christine - they had seen her up until about ten minutes ago, but not since. I checked the rest room, the garage where the smokers were hanging out, the kitchen, the lounge, the patio. Laura was nowhere. I came back to Adrian and Christine and told them I couldn't find her. Some drunk guy next to us leaned over and said, "Are you looking for the cute chick with the sweet ass?"

"Maybe?"

"Red shirt, jeans, fuck-me boots."

"Yeah. Do you know where she is?"

"I think you need to check the back, Dude." he said with a chuckle.

I looked at Adrian and Christine stunned. They were equally shocked.

I got up slowly and went to the door to the hallway. My heart was pounding in my ears, I couldn't look away from the door, and my throat went dry. I touched the door handle and waited, took a breath and turned it. It was dark inside. I stepped in and closed the door. There was music playing softly somewhere in the distance. There were lights on, but they were coloured - red, green, blue, UV. It looked like a cheep nightclub. I got to the first room and saw naked bodies writhing on the floor, glistening with sweat and lube in the weak light. People were moaning and thrashing. Across the hall way two chicks were slowly jerking a guy off. Their tits swung back and forth as they squeezed and stroked his engorged cock. As I watched he cried out and pushed his hips out - white cum shot from cock towards me! I jumped out of the way and leant against the wall. I hadn't seen Laura - but I was terrified about what she might be doing here. Was she being hurt by someone, why didn't she tell me she was coming here, why didn't she asked me to come too? I was jealous and angry and scared and confused - and exhilarated. The smell and the sounds were so raw and sensual. This was sex and passion for the sake of enjoyment. No love was allowed to confuse things here.

I walked down the hall and came to the next pair of rooms. I looked inside and saw three big muscle-bound guys sucking each other's cocks and sticking their fingers in each other's asses. No Laura there.

In the last room there were three couples kissing and playing with each other in various states of undress. In the far corner I saw Laura, still wearing her jeans and boots, sitting next to a naked girl who had her back to me. They were kissing and fondling each other's boobs. I called out to her in a harsh whisper. She disengaged her lips from the girl, saw me and smiled. I wasn't expecting that - though she would be ashamed at being caught doing this. She waved at me to come over to her. I walked over slowly, trying to not disturb the other two couples who were getting more intimate.

"Laura, what are you doing?"

"Vince, this is Rachel."

The girl she had been kissing turned around. My jaw fell open - it was the mystery girl in black from the gym. She smiled at me - she was wearing the same silver earrings. I couldn't say anything for a while. Laura shuffled over to me.

"I know how much you want to fuck my ass, and you have been so good not pushing me to do something I don't want to do. But Rachel here, she loves anal sex, and she thinks you're hot. So I want you to fuck her, here, with me."

I took Laura in my arms and held her. I told her that I loved her.

Laura went over and whispered something in Rachel's ear. Rachel giggles and smiles back at me. She gets some cushions and kneels on one. She slowly leaned forward until she was on all fours with her smooth ass sticking up at me.

I leaned forward and kissed her ass cheek. I moved over to her crack and smelt it - beautiful. I kissed the top of her crack and then slowly kissed my way down it. I looked over at Laura. Her eyes were popping out of her head - she was obviously enjoying watching her husband with his lips on another woman's ass. I turned back and gave Rachel's bum a long juicy lick from bottom to top. She quivered.

I stood up and Laura helped me undress. She pushed my pants down and my cock sprang forth, dripping with pre-cum. Laura kissed the underside of my cock head gently and a shudder ran up my spine. I knelt back down to face Rachel's ass; she was watching me and urged me on. I spread her cheeks to expose her little button asshole. I licked it gently, then kissed it. I ran up tongue around her ass, tickling it. Slowly her ass relaxed and I started to probe it softly with the tip of my tongue. Oh, my God it was wonderful.

When she felt nice and wet I removed my tongue and sat up. I licked my first two fingers and then laid the pad of my first finger against her waiting ass. I spat more saliva on her ass and is dribbled down her crack, over her ass and my fingers, then dripped off her pussy lips. I slowly circled her ass with my wet fingers and then gently inserted my index finger. I moved it slowly in and out or her ass and wriggled it around to stretch her. I then inserted both fingers and gently inserted them all the way in.

While I had been doing that Laura had been applying lube to my cock. She poured it over my hardened member and softly stroked it all over my length. Soon my cock was dripping with lube.

Rachel turned back and purred at me. "Oh your fingers feel so good up my ass. Oh Vince. I need your cock in me, give me your cock in me ass. Ohhh"

I knelt on the other cushion right next to her shapely claves. My engorged cock came closer and closer to her open dripping ass. I stroked lube soaked cock head over her pussy lips, up her crack and rested it against her rose bud. I brought one leg up, so I was kneeling on one knee to steady myself, and asked Rachel to back onto me. She pressed back and I held my hard cock level with her ass. My cock head slipped into her ass and my head swam - I love this feeling. Rachel stopped for a moment breathing hard and then slowly pushed back more and more. Laura stared open mouthed at my cock disappearing inside this woman's ass. She held onto Rachel's thigh as my cock continued to slowly be engulfed. Laura's hand slipped up Rachel's thigh until she found her wet pussy lips; they were dripping with pussy juice, saliva and lube. Laura's finger brushed over her lips and then inside her warm folds. My cock finally slipped all the way home into Rachel's wonderful ass. I felt ecstatic, my cock felt totally at home, warm and tight and enveloped. I could sit like this forever. Laura leant up and kissed me on my lips, her finger still probing the depths of Rachel's pussy.

Laura whispered in my ear "Now fuck her!"

I gently withdrew my cock tow inches, then slid it back in. I repeated this a little longer, then again longer still, until my cock head was just inside Rachel's ass. I started to pump her ass and Rachel growled and purred.

Laura pulled her fingers out of Rachel's pussy and started whispering in her ear. They giggled and then Laura started to lick Rachel's ear lobe. She ran her tongue along the outside of her ear and then took her soft lobe with its silver earring into her mouth and sucked on it. When she released it, Rachel turned to her and they kissed. Deep and hard they kissed, their tongues slipping into each other's mouths. I couldn't believe it - I was pumping my cock in a foxy stranger's ass while my wife was making out with her. It was awesome. There were two other couples now in the throws of wild lovemaking right next to us.

Laura started to crawl under Rachel's writhing body. She kissed and sucked on Rachel's pert nipples and then moving further down licked her navel. Soon Laura was licking at Rachel's pussy lips, my balls slapping her chin as I pounded into Rachel's sweet ass. Laura spread Rachel's delicate lips and found her engorged clit. She flicked it a few times with her tongue and then sucked it right into her mouth. Rachel stared screaming in delight. She panted and groaned, and then raised her head and shouted loudly as her orgasm rolled over her body. I kept pumping into her ass and the sounds of her orgasm brought me over the edge.

I grunted deeply as my first shot fired from my cock deep in Rachel's ass. I pressed my hips tight against her bum, pulling on her hips as I was racked by my orgasm. I pulled out and immediately fired another stream of hot cum over her ass. I cried out a deep loud shout as another shot burst over Rachel's back.

"God that's beautiful." Laura said.

My cum dribbled over Rachel's bum and trickled down her leg.

I sat down exhausted, panting. Rachel collapsed on the floor, tingling in the after glow of her enormous orgasm.

Laura leant into me and kissed me wildly and passionately, her lips firm and excited.

"That was the most wonderful thing to watch, honey."

"Thank you, my love. That was such an amazing thing for you to do for me. I love you."

Rachel sat up and came over to us and we all kissed each other together, holding each other tight as we reveled in this intense erotic moment. Three tongues sliding over each other. Hands roamed over breasts and my still firm cock as we slowly recovered.



Rachel Ch. 01



This story features m-f and m-m and m-f-m activities. If you don't like the thought of this, please don't read it. It's also based in England, using UK English. Your feedback will be welcome!

Our First Meeting

We'd been meeting on the web for a while, swapping photos of each other, and getting each other going by showing off. We were united by a love of wearing soft sweaters and cardigans, stretched tightly over our rounded breasts. I was always dominant as he liked being punished for his little winkie... and it certainly was little, from the photos I'd seen. Then he'd sent me photos showing his wife Janice, dressed in a beautiful white ribbed V-necked cardigan, as she helped him with his arousals and his punishment. He was called Rachel, and he became my sissy Rachel, as I am Mistress Maude. I used to like sending him photos of me dressed up and fully aroused. And I'd think if him tossing off to my photos... 

I'd started with photos wearing my twinset and skirt, with my bulge clearly visible, and had then graduated to showing off my hard cock, with its firm helmet tight and throbbing. In return he'd send me pictures of his cock wanking off over my pictures - just what you want a nice sissy maid to do. What got me going most, however, were the pictures of his wife, and her breasts peaking out from that cardy. I used to toss off very quickly at the thought of having her all to myself, while Rachel sat by and watched us.

Then one day it the dream became reality. The email suggesting we meet, and the time and date suddenly confirmed. It would be a chain hotel on the outskirts of Manchester, at 7.30 on a Tuesday evening. About half way for each of us to drive, so easy to get to. We decided not to meet before we'd dressed up, so I'd eaten and had a couple of beers before. I guessed Rachel and Janice would be eating too, and that made it feel somehow more arousing. Then I checked in - Room 353. I knew Rachel had booked in 347, which turned out to be just across the corridor.

Nervously I took my clothes out of the suitcase. I'd decided on my powder blue twinset, as Rachel had seen photos of me in it, and it was also very arousing for me to wear - soft cashmere, deliciously tight over the skin. I stripped off and showered, noticing my growing organ and soaping it well. I decided not to cum right then, but to save it till later. I checked the curtains were really shut, dimmed the light, and slipped on my tiny stretch thong, pulling my cock firmly up and feeling the delicious strap tight between my legs. Then I pulled on my tight pink stretch panties, then my stockings - hold ups so no need for bulky suspenders. Then my bra and boobs. I'd got a largish pair, 38D, so I checked them for roundness, and adjusted them in the mirror. I carefully slid in my nipples of tied wool, then made sure they looked suitably pert and aroused before I slipped on my blue sweater. It was a round neck sleeveless sweater and very tight, but as I smoothed it down so I felt my cock surge as the body I saw in the mirror just looked so gorgeous. 

I stroked my boobs gently, and eased my cock harder, resisting the urge just to toss off at the image. Then I pulled up my white knitted skirt - it was just a tube of ribbed white wool, but it clung gorgeously, revealing all my details. I went for a black belt to provide a macho colour contrast, and show I was a dominant kind of girl. Then I slipped on my blue matching cardigan, and, fingers fumbling in excitement, buttoned myself up. I left the bottom and top buttons undone, so the v-neck showed off my sweater and somehow accentuated my bulging breasts. Reaching in my bag I found the pearl necklace and pearl bracelet that completed my look. Then, squirting a little of my wife's perfume around me, I was ready!

I'd decided that my thick dressing gown would hide everything quite nicely, but still felt really strange about crossing that corridor. So I called Rachel's mobile to see if she was ready - or even had arrived. What if she didn't show at all? 

Suddenly her voice answered: "Hello?"

"It's me, Mistress Maude, and I'm ready for you now. Are you ready for me yet?"

"Errr, well, yes I think so," came the reply, then I heard her say as a whisper: "Janice, are you ready yet, it's Maude and she wants to come in now!" 

The answer must have been a yes, as she continued: "Er... yes, Mistress, of course we are ready for your every command. I will be waiting at the door - just give two knocks." 

"Very well, I'll see you in a couple of ticks, there's a good girl!" I said, keeping my voice that kind of bossy style that I'd been practising.

So I carefully put the room key in my dressing gown pocket, checked again that the gown was done up tightly with no clothes showing, then tried walking with my arms over my chest to hide my boobs. Maybe I should hold a towel - yes, that looked much better. And I'd better put some condoms in my pocket too... I switched off the main light, leaving just a small side light beside the bed, then listened at the door. The corridor seemed quiet - so off I went, closing the door carefully behind me.

It felt a long walk, though it was only about a dozen paces. Then I saw the room number - 347 - so knocked twice, firmly. I waited only about 20 seconds, but it felt like ages, then the door opened a little.

"Who's there?" it was Rachel's voice. 

"It's me, Maude, so let me in right now!" I said, walking in through the doorway.

I took in the scene, with Rachel on my left taller than I'd imagined at about 5'11", with a blonde wig and delightful tight pink cardigan. She was into buttons, and I spotted the extra ones she'd sewn on to her short dark skirt. Below the skirt were stockings and little girly socks inside pointed high heels. She did look a gorgeous little lady. There was music playing too, in the background - Hotel California seemed strange for Manchester, but at least it would hide any noises we might make. Behind Rachel in the room was a double bed, and the other side of that was Janice, in her amazing white cardigan and a white knitted skirt a bit like mine. And she looked so sexy standing there, with her hands on her hips, that I had to pinch myself that this was real. 

We just all took each other in, before I said to Rachel the line I'd been practising: "Ah Rachel, you do look beautiful tonight, come here and kiss me girl, then introduce me to that darling lady over there!"

"Yes, mistress," whispered Rachel, seemingly glad that I'd taken the lead, "Of course mistress. Shall I kiss you on the hand?" 

I smiled at her: "Yes, that would be fine for now!" and offered her the back of my hand to kiss. Her lips were warm and her tongue tickled as she kissed me for the first time. 

"Here," I said, "please take my dressing gown and hang it up, there's a good girl." and I undid the belt before slowly taking it off. 

"Oooh mistress, you look so gorgeous in the flesh!" smiled Rachel, "If you don't mind me saying so. I do love that blue cardigan of yours so much."

"Well as you know Rachel, I do like a maid who knows her place. Just kiss the sleeve of my cardy, then introduce me please."

"Of course miss," said Rachel, letting her lips linger on my cardigan sleeve, before hanging my dressing gown on the door, and sliding the security chain across the door. She breezed past me with a brief 'Excuse me', then stood between me and her wife. "This is Janice, my wife," she said, lowering her head.

"Ah Janice," I smiled at her, "I'm Maude - very pleased to meet you!" 

And I began to move towards her as she replied: "Well hello Maude, I've heard so much about you, but you do look so lady-like in person!" 

By now I'd passed Rachel and was standing in front of Janice - who was about 5'7" against my 6'. I slightly lowered my head to look straight in her eyes, feeling my cock hardening strongly. Then I put my hands out to hold hers, and pulled her towards me so that I could kiss her lips. We put our arms around each other, feeling the soft wool covering our two bodies, and as I pressed my lips against hers I was aroused even more by her tongue which pushed straight out into my mouth, licking my lips as I opened my mouth to let her in. We carried on kissing for a while, both getting aroused by each other, and by the thought that Rachel was watching just a few yards away. 

"Mmm Janice!" I said, smiling at her, "you certainly kiss very well - I hope you're as good at everything else tonight..." Then, thinking I might be doing her down, I added: "as I'm sure you will be! Now, what shall we do with Rachel - she's been watching us all this time. Isn't that a bit naughty, don't you think?"

"Yes, she is very disobedient, and needs spanking all the time." said Janice, looking sternly at her husband. "Bend over the bed - now!" she ordered, and I watched as Rachel took up the position. 

We both moved behind Rachel, and Janice lifted up her skirt, showing off a white suspender belt and tight white panties. 

"Let's smack him in turns!" said Janice, smiling over to me; "You go first - and hit him hard, he deserves that, you know." 

So, smiling back at Janice, I brought my hand down on Rachel's bottom, with a noisy smack - which made my hand sting a bit too. 

"You're not used to spanking, are you Maude?" said Janice "Try holding your hand firm like this!" and she smacked his panty-covered bottom with a powerful smack. Rachel groaned. "Now you try again!" 

This time I kept my hand hard, and smacked him like I meant it. It felt good, and I smiled up at Janice: "Better?" 

"Yes, much better. Now if you smack him from this way, you can also get your hand to whack his balls - see?" And she moved between his legs with more of an underarm movement, but one which caught him straight between the legs. "Now you go."

I moved into position, squeezing close to Janice so I could put my arm around her waist, stroking the soft wool of her cardy. I also leaned over for another kiss, and again loved the feel of her keen tongue, coming into me as soon as our lips met. As we separated, I moved to smack Rachel, but thought I'd rather embarrass him a little more. After all, if I was going to have Janice, I needed to get him out of the way and suffering.

So I brought my hand down as Janice had, but instead of just smacking him I reached under to grab his balls and cock through the thin fabric of his panties. His balls were full but his cock felt like a little thin sausage as I groped my fingers around, exploring him. 

"I know, Janice," I said, looking up as I gave her husband a good feel, "We should get him ready for his humiliation now. Come on, let's lie on the bed, and get him serving us." 

"OK!" she smiled, and climbed onto the bed, past her husband's head still resting on the mattress.

"Right, Rachel, up you get." I was in bossy mood, and moved to sit next to his wife on the bed. "Now you are going to be a good servant for us both as we make love. You are going to be our hand-maiden, attending to us. You understand?" 

Rachel nodded. "Yes, mistress." she said.

"OK, well first I need your skirt and panties off, so I can see this little winkle in the flesh that I've only ever seen in photos. Go on, slip your skirt off... now pull your panties down." We both watched while she did. 

"Now lick them, for us, come on, let's see that tongue on your panties."

I leaned forward as he licked, fascinated to see his cock, forgetting that Janice had seen it lots. "Oh look, Janice!" I said, "She's got such a teeny winkle! Look at it!" 

And I just reached out to touch his shrivelled end, which looked kind of half circumcised with folds of skin hiding his bell end. It felt soft and floppy, but as I touched it, it began to harden between my fingers. 

"Well I think he fancies you, pet." said Janice, looking at me and coming forwards too. "He doesn't go hard like that for me - only when I spank and smack him. But look, he's getting all hard in your hand!" 

And as I held his cock, it was indeed growing. Still no bigger than a boy's cock, but hard and stiffening all the same. 

"Well we can't let him have all the fun, can we?" said Janice, "what about me?" and she undid the top button of her cardigan, looking sexily at me. 

"I'll have you in just a minute!" I said, "but first let's get Rachel out of the way and in some pain. Have you brought any toys with you?" 

Janice smiled: "Well of course we have, come over here and let's choose one for him."

She got off the bed and went into the bathroom, so I followed, letting Rachel's cock go. She looked disappointed, which, I thought, was good.

In the bathroom Janice was rummaging round a big toilet bag, and pulled out a couple of vibrators, a butt plug, some oils and packs of condoms. "I think we're ready for most things!" she smiled. "What do you fancy?" And she looked at me with that sexy look, and the mirror behind just accentuated her sexy body. 

"Well first off, how about taking off your skirt?"

"Oooh you are forward!" she teased, but quickly reached to the side, unzipped it and let it drop to the floor. 

Her panties were stretchy tight white cotton, clinging to her every curve as I stood there watching her. She did a little wiggle of her hips, so I just had to go over and kiss her again. I knew that Rachel was watching us from the bedroom, but this was all part of his humiliation. Again her soft lips yielded for me, and her tongue darted out into my mouth. This time I stoked her waist, moving my hand up the soft fabric of her cardigan till I could feel the swell of her breast. I just carried on up, feeling her soft warm body yielding to my touch. As my hand slid over her breast, I could feel the hard nub of her nipple beneath the wool, so squeezed it gently. She felt gorgeous, and soon as I held her closer I pressed my hips and shaft towards her belly. She was now stroking my bottom over my skirt, then I felt her hands begin to slip it off. I thought of objecting, but then decided to let her - it was getting hot anyway. Soon my skirt was on the floor and her hands stroking gently over my panty-clad bottom as I stroked her breasts.

After a while we stopped kissing for air, then realised why we'd come into the bathroom. 

"Well I think this butt-plug should keep him quite for a while." I said. "Does he like it?" 

"Well I've pushed it in him a few times, but he can't cum with it in - so it should be fine for now!" replied Janice.

"And do you oil it before pushing it in - or just finger him a little?" I asked. 

"Well I usually oil it - but we could get him to suck it, couldn't we?" Janice smiled at me. 

We were developing a good plan now. Janice grabbed the butt-plug, I picked up the oil and a vibrator, and we went back into the bedroom. Rachel was pretending she hadn't been watching.

"You've been watching again, haven't you, you naughty girl!" said Janice, sternly. "Now bend over the bed and open your legs!"

We watched while Rachel took up the position, moving her arms back to hold the sides of her bottom open. She knew what was coming all right. Janice moved the far side of him, and I moved to the near side. Janice took the butt-plug and held it in front of Rachel's face. 

"Now suck on this!" she ordered. 

Thinking that I'd got nothing to do, I took the top off the oil, before dribbling a few drops between Rachel's legs. Then I clicked the dildo into the on position, listening to its whining noise, before moving behind Rachel and slipping it up and down along his crack. He moaned, till Janice shoved the butt-plug deeper in his throat.

I was quite enjoying this, and kept my eyes on Janice, who kept looking back at me. One time I just eased my cock harder and she gave me a look as to say, 'come and take me!' then moved her mouth into an open sucking shape, licking her lips. 

I smiled back, and pressed the dildo firmly in towards Rachel's anus, slipping it round a couple of times, before pushing it home. I then made big movements with my arm, to let Janice know I was shafting her husband in front of her. She moved her arms too, showing me she was shafting his mouth at the same time. I slipped a hand under his body to feel how his cock was getting on - yes, it was tiny again, just a rubbery little teat sticking down. Great - he was now ready. 

"Come on, Janice, let's get that butt-plug into him now - he's ready for it" I looked across at her. She pulled it out of his mouth, then came round beside me. 

"Mmmm you're doing a good job with that dildo - but this butt-plus is fatter, so we'll make him squeal yet. Do you want to push it in, or can I?"

"Well you've done it before, so it must be my turn!" I reasoned, and smiled as she handed me the solid rubber toy. It was indeed fatter than the dildo, with a big head, narrower waist and short stubby handle. 

"Well, sissy Rachel, I've given you a good shafting with the dildo, so now try this!" and I pulled the dildo out and shoved the butt-plug in. 

Rachel groaned again, and her body quivered as I pushed it into her ass. I made sure it was firmly home, then lowered my hand under him to check out his cock. 

"Still a weenie winkle, then!" I teased. "Now you can watch what a real girly man can do for your wife, with a real cock for pleasure. Get over in the corner, and stand facing us, with your hands on your head."

I felt quite bossy now, watching Rachel as she got up with some difficulty to a standing position, the butt-plug firmly inside her ass. When she stood in the corner she was only a yard from the bed, so I could keep my eye on her winkle, all small and shrunken. Now she could see how it was done.

"Right Janice - panties off please, and lie here on the bed, in front of Rachel. Must make sure she can see everything." 

Janice just did as I told her, so I had my first glimpse of her cunt as she lay down and opened her legs in front of me and Rachel. She wasn't complete shaved, but she kept her hair very short, with the folds of her cunt hairless and moist as I looked closer. 

"Just watch, Rachel." I said, looking in her eyes, as I knelt down on the bed besides Janice. First I bent down over her head to kiss her lips, and her hands came around me to hold me. I broke off the kiss to order her back. 

"Hands behind your head, Janice, just like Rachel."

Again she just did as she was told, so I kissed her lips again, feeling the firmness of her tongue as she pushed it into my mouth. Now I could stroke her with one hand, taking my weight on the other, so I began to fondle her right breast, sagging now she was lying down, but still deliciously soft to touch under her soft cardigan. I squeezed her nipple again, testing her response by her kissing movements. She seemed to like it, so I stroked more, moving my hand to the buttons on her cardigan, and gently undoing them one by one. Soon I could feel the warmth of her skin as I kept up my stroking and squeezing, her nipples now hard as cherries as I stroked them. 

I broke off the kiss to look at her, lying there in front of me. And to glance across at Rachel, having to watch as his wife was fondled in front of him. I could see his prick had firmed up a little, so smiled to myself. Then went back for more from Janice. More kissing, more stroking her breasts, then licking and sucking her nipples. She was fantastic, and I was getting hard as a board.

Then, slowly, I slid my hand down her belly, and across to push her thighs apart till she was right open. Then as I held my lips over hers, and pushed my tongue into her mouth, I slipped a finger over her clitoris, teasing it and feeling her whole body writhe under me. It was going to be a good night! I fingered her some more, before slipping lower towards her vagina, and opening her folds to Rachel's view. I didn't say anything - no-one needed to. It was just me and Janice making love in front of her humiliated husband, standing there hands behind his head with a butt-plus up his arse.




Rachel Ch. 01



Soon Janice was writhing nicely, so I moved position, to bring my head down between her legs, and tease her with my tongue. She was very wet already and salty too, but her hips writhed more as I probed and penetrated with my tongue. Then I knelt up, pulled my panties to one side, and slipped out my throbbing cock. I held it out for both of them to see, and wondered what each was thinking. Soon it would be Janice getting it right inside her. 

I moved forward and slipped my cock end towards her lips. She opened her mouth, welcoming me, and I moved a finger down between her legs again as she started sucking me. Somehow I managed to use my other hand to stroke her nipple, pushing my cock further in her mouth, and slipping my fingers inside her moist crack. I smiled across at Rachel as I pleasured his wife in ways he couldn't. She just smiled back, knowing she couldn't stop the next stage even if she wanted to. She just had to watch her wife getting fucked.

As Janice was now writhing rhythmically to my fingers, and moaning as she sucked me, I knew I had to fuck her properly. So, enjoying a last lick of her cunt, I pulled my cock from her mouth, and moved to stand at the edge of the bed, just in front of Rachel. I put a hand back to feel his cock - which has firmer than before, but still not hard - so keeping my hands behind my back I pretended to toss him off with one hand and stroke his balls with the other. When his cock had got hard, I wiggled my bottom back against it, as if he was about to penetrate me. Then I gave his balls a tight squeeze, and moved forward to kneel between his wife's legs.

With one hand I guided myself in, gently at first, then fingering her clitoris I pushed in harder. She was moaning now, so I kept up my shafting movements, pushing my bottom backwards and knowing Rachel could see everything. As Janice got more and more aroused, so I kept up my shafting, going deeper and deeper till I was slapping my body against hers. I was hot and sweating too with my twinset still buttoned up, but didn't care as this was heaven.

Janice's panting was now getting faster and louder, and I knew she was about to cum for me, so I gave her some powerful last thrusts and leaned down to suck her nipples as I fingered her constantly with a flicking and rubbing. I was riding her hard and she was about to cum for me! 

"Oh yes!" she was panting, "please more of that, ooooh yes, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, aaahhhhhhh!" and she started her reflex hip movements as she came with my cock deep inside her. I let her enjoy it, trying to make it last for ever, as her rhythmic hip movements had nearly got me to cum, then as she slowed down I kissed her lips, pushing my tongue into her panting mouth. After a while her breathing quietened down a little.

"Now I'm sure you're one of those girls who won't say once is enough, aren't you?" I smiled.

"Oohhh!" she groaned, "You wouldn't be so cruel as to take me again... " and she tailed off.

So slowly I went back to finger her clitoris, and teased it a little, and sucked her hard nipples, and could feel her moving gently on my rod, and soon she was off again for a second orgasm. 

"Yes!" she panted, "Oh please take me now, please cum for me, cum deep inside me, oh please..." And as she asked so nicely, I felt it was the only decent thing to do, so this time as she reached her peak, I decided to let myself go too. I could feel all my cum building up in my cock as I pushed in and out of Janice's moist cunt. She looked gorgeous lying under me, breasts bouncing under her cardigan with her hands behind her head. I knew I couldn't last much longer, so looked round to see if Rachel was watching as I finally shot off into his wife. He was, looking shamefaced, with little cock sticking out under his cardigan. Suddenly it was time and my cum was there, so I let go with a loud moan as all the pent up spunk spurted into her. 

"Yes!" I groaned, "Now, Janice, now, now, take me, take it all." I let out a load moan of pleasure and was amazed by her timing as she replied:

"Yes, now, God take me, have me!" and she reached her orgasm too. We were thrashing together cumming at the same time, shouting and panting and fucking till we were both spent.

We lay together for a while, coming down to earth again, then I realised a perfect finish for this particular love making session. I slowly pulled my cock out of Janice's wet cunt, then lay back on the bed. 

"Rachel, over here, there's a good girl. My cock seems to be very wet - please dry it for me with your tongue."

So I lay back with my arms behind my head and my legs now wide apart, as Rachel came dutifully over and knelt down, then bent forward, and licked my cock dry. It felt delightfully arousing to have her lick me, and so humiliating for her to lick the cum and his wife's juices off my still firm penis. As he licked me clean, I smiled across at Janice. 

"God!" I said, "You are a good love maker, Janice, and it's so nice to have a maid to clear up afterwards." Actually, I found Rachel's tongue quite exciting, and felt my self growing again - but that was not for now.

"Now go and dry your wife too!" I ordered, "I'm sure most of my cum will be dribbling out of her by now, so just go and lick it all up, there's a treasure. I'll check you've dried her in just a minute or two, so make sure you do a good job."

Now it was Janice's turn to smile over to me, as she held her legs apart for her husband to lick my cum from her cunt. 

"Mmmmm...." she purred, "you're not a bad love maker, either. Can't wait for next time!" 

Rachel, meanwhile, was just tasting my cum and licking it all up, and feeling that hard plug still in his arse. I looked at my watch and it was only 9 o'clock. What would we do for the rest of the night?

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Rachel Ch. 01



*Please note: This is the first part to a multi-part story. There is not a tremendous amount of sex involved. If you are looking for a stroke story, you may want to look elsewhere. Thank you!

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As I hobbled out of the doctor's office, I was in a daze. I wondered to myself how I would manage six months of bedrest that was the mandatory recuperation time for the surgery my doctor promised would finally end the excruciating back pain I had been suffering for the past year. At 42, I had been an active, happily married personal trainer before the accident that changed my life. I knew that this surgery was necessary for me to regain some semblance of the great life I knew was still within my reach. I hadn't worked one day since the equipment malfunction ended my career one year ago last week. I was mentally beginning to make some of the arrangements necessary for me in to get back to the land of the living. My spirits were starting to lift a bit! 

I kept these thoughts to myself as my husband settled me back into the bed at home. He was in a bit of a rush to get back to work, so he kissed me and said, "We'll discuss this later. Try not to worry, babe. Everything is going to be fine! You are going to get better soon! I love you!"

My name is Jillian Rossan and my husband Thomas and I have been very happily married for sixteen years. He is six years older than me, a professor of literature at our local university and quite possible the most handsome man I've ever seen! I fell in love with him when he came to my gym for a training session and have never wavered in that feeling for one moment since. We were married eight months after meeting and fall more in love every single day. He's 6'2" of broad shouldered, blond haired, blue eyed, well built, masculine perfection. It's not just my opinion either; most women who meet him get some form of a crush on him, from minor to very, very major. He is faithful and has never once given me reason to mistrust him. I'm extremely fortunate to be married to such a loyal and loving man, especially considering the fact that he's surrounded by fawning nubile coeds all day long. 

At 5'7", 120 lbs. with long dark wavy hair, lots of curves and firm 36 D's, I attract my share of attention, too. But many men with attractive women by their side stray. My husband constantly remarks how fortunate he is to have a wife who is not only beautiful, but quite passionate, too. We are well matched in terms of our libido and our sex life, pre-accident, was very active. We were accustomed, even after 15 years of marriage, to some form of sexual activity at least once a day. Then this accident changed everything. I have been in too much pain to feel sexually motivated and he, of course, is too kind to push the issue. I've taken care of his needs (ugh! I hate even saying it that way, but that's the way it is) by giving him hand jobs and even what passes as a blow job now and then, but it isn't the same. He never complains and, in fact, reports that he's quite content and just wants me to get better. It hurts him to see me in such pain and he is willing to do whatever it takes to help me improve. Being a very close couple, we've spoken openly about these issues on numerous occasions.

When he arrived home from work that evening, I had a nice dinner, delivered from our local restaurant, warming in the oven and some nice music playing in the background. We had to discuss details of what would happen during my convalescence. Perhaps it shouldn't have surprised me when he said that he had already contacted my doctor's office and received a list of qualified nurses to assist at home during my recovery. In addition, he posted a notice at his school's nursing program requesting any student interested in earning additional income by working as my personal care assistant during this period of time to contact him. He would conduct interviews and then have me involved in the final selection process. I felt such a tremendous rush of love for him and a sense of relief at the same time. I was so accustomed to be the one taking care of everyone that it was unusual for me in this position. I knew I had to get used to being taken care of temporarily!

Over the next few weeks, we interviewed several people and settled on an RN and a girl from the school to assist with all personal, non-medical needs. It was beginning to look like this could really happen and I was very happy! Thomas and I both felt as if our life would eventually return to normal.

The surgery was a success, but the recovery, as expected, was grueling. Having Linda, the RN we hired, at the house, was a tremendous help in the days after the procedure. She was competent and capable. As I recovered, she came to the house less often. Rachel, the young lady we hired to assist in the non-medical issues, became more important in our lives. At 21, she was a student in the nursing program so Thomas could not vouch for her as she was never one of his students. We checked her references and all were wonderful, so we were satisfied. Thomas arranged for her to be a live-in and she was there when I arrived home from the hospital. Fortunately, she fit into our lives easily. My surgery took place over the summer, so she was not taking classes and had plenty of time on her hands. Thomas was teaching summer classes, but his schedule was lighter than normal so he had more time to spend at home, too. I was anything but lonely during my recovery period!

Rachel and I became fast friends. It was great to have someone with knowledge of medical issues. She was also very high energy, kind and genuinely wanted to help. I liked the fact that she was into fitness. At her age, it was easier to keep fit, but she and I had a lot of discussions about what exercises worked best and it helped me to feel as if I my expertise was not going to waste. She didn't need to lose weight or get in shape. Trust me, Rachel was in perfect shape. This girl had a nearly perfect body! She was 5'1", 100 lbs. with 32 C's. To give you the full picture, her long dark red hair hung down to her waist, she had the prettiest green eyes and her skin was alabaster. I could tell that appearances were important her. She and I went through my work out clothing and I loaned her some of my outfits for her exercises.

I also noticed during this time that Thomas and Rachel were become fast friends. In the mornings, I liked to sleep in as I often had great difficulty sleeping at night. Thomas and Rachel often went running together and then come back for showers. After showers, Rachel would come in and prep me for the day. We would all have a light breakfast of fruit and juice together and we would get on with our day, Thomas went off to school and Rachel and I would begin whatever we were up to that day. Some days, when there was no school, Thomas spent the day at home with us. After about three weeks of this, I noticed that Rachel seemed to be flirting a bit with Thomas. 

Since my surgery, Thomas and I had maintained our routine of hand jobs and sometimes, when I had a really good day, a blow job. He seemed very horny lately, I must admit. It was still inconceivable for me to think about resuming intercourse due to the pain, but I wanted very much to see that he was satisfied. I insisted on the hand jobs or Thomas would have been happy to take care of himself when the need arose. I had a lot of time on my hands these days and suddenly an idea came to me! If Rachel was flirting with Thomas, I wondered if he was attracted to her. If I could confirm my suspicions (because what man wouldn't be attracted to her?), I might be able to use her flirtations to my advantage. I knew Thomas had to be bored with the hand jobs and I thought I might be able to spice them up a bit! I'm sure having cute little Rachel around all the time contributed to the increase in his libido.

I knew from our endless hours of discussion, that Rachel had recently broken up with her latest boyfriend. I also knew that she was attracted to older men. We openly discussed her flirtations with some of her teachers at school. I told her about some of the girls that had come on to Thomas and how faithful he was, but I also let her know that I was not at all jealous. In fact, I told Rachel that having her around the house was great for both of us and that I welcomed her flirtations with Thomas because of my limitations. 

She blushed as she admitted that she often wondered if she was being too obvious about her attraction toward him. When I assured her that it was perfectly natural, we discussed the parameters. I had absolutely no problems with my husband's ego being stroked, but I was not sure I was prepared for anything physical to occur. I encouraged her to continue on as she had been and let her know that we would all openly discuss the "rules" for this as we went along. As long as we kept it in check and she realized that my husband and I were very much in love and this was just for fun, we should have no problem. Rachel thanked me for opening up this topic and said that she had been feeling very guilty for her attraction toward Thomas, but now realized that it was natural. She could see how very much in love we are and stressed that she had no desire to ever come between us as she truly was growing to love us both. 

The next morning was a Saturday, so there was no rush to get ready for school. When Thomas and Rachel came back from their run, I asked him to come back to bed after his shower. He immediately agreed. He came to bed with nothing on and I began to caress him. As I ran my hands over his beautiful body, I asked him about his run. He said that it went well. I asked him, casually, what Rachel wore when they ran, as I stroked his long hard cock. He began to describe to me, in minute detail, the tight pink workout bra that he could see through her tight white shirt and the very short black shorts she had on. As he spoke, his voice took on a very far away quality and I could tell he was watching her run ahead of him in his mind. 

"Thomas, tell me how Rachel's ass looked in those tight shorts," I breathed in his ear.

"Oh, babe, that ass is amazing. It is so tight. Her buns are so high and when she runs you can see just a bit of her naked ass peeking out," he moaned.

I continued to stroke him slowly and felt the pre-cum leaking out of his hard, throbbing cock. I moaned back, "Um, baby, I bet she looks so hot. She runs a little ahead of you, doesn't she? She wants you to get a glimpse of her bare ass under those short running shorts, doesn't she?"

"Oh, please. I need to cum so badly. I don't think she knows that I'm staring at her gorgeous ass. She's so beautiful, babe. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking at her, should I? I've been jerking off in the shower every day after we get back, but this is so much better. I love to feel your hands on my cock, Jillian. I love you!" he whispered.

"Thomas, I want you to look at her. I want you to fantasize about what it would be like to touch that beautiful body. She wants you, baby. You know it. I know it. She flirts with you outrageously. She dresses like that in front of you to turn you on. She knows we can't have sex and yet she flaunts her sexy body in front of you, sweetheart. You are a very attractive man. I understand that she wants to tease you and play with you. I'm not upset, baby. You should flirt with her. You deserve a little playing around now and then. Just no sex, baby. Flirting and playing are okay, but you can't penetrate her. Okay?" I moaned.

I felt myself getting turned on as he moaned, "Oh, no! Baby, are you serious?" His cock was leaking profusely and he was thrusting into my hand. In all the time I had been giving him hand jobs, I had never seen him this horny. Just introducing open discussion about Rachel and giving him permission to flirt with her had opened up a whole new world for him. It made me so happy to see him excited for the first time in over a year, truly excited. He erupted in my hand and I felt his cock throb for what felt like an eternity. It was amazing for both of us!

I whispered in desperation, "Get my toy box. I need you to make me cum. Get my vibrator and make me cum, quickly! I am really, really horny!" 

Thomas reached under the bed, grabbed my vibrator (luckily the batteries still worked!) and he placed it on my dripping clit and in mere seconds I began to have multiple orgasms. The thought of Rachel and Thomas flirting and playing turned me on very, very much. In my mind, I pictured the two of them touching, playing and kissing each other. I felt like I couldn't stop cumming! For some reason, thoughts of the two of them together turned me on very, very much! 

Maybe we were coming back. The extra excitement cost me in terms of additional pain later in the day, but I took a pain pill, stayed in bed and was not sorry for the experience. It was well worth it. My husband walked...scratch that...strutted around for the rest of the day.

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 02



(In which she tells me all about her camping holiday)

The next morning I was thinking what the hell I could say to Rachel. To tell the truth I was embarrassed about it. Watching her having sex with her husband, I thought, was excusable as she had initiated it but I felt a bit uncomfortable about wanking off in front of her.

Rachel, of course, was already in her office and greeted me with her big smile. I passed through her office and into mine, smiling back but without speaking. After a couple of minutes my phone rang and it was her. "It's a good thing it rained or it would have taken me ages to clean up the patio" she said laughing." I just wanted to thank you for putting on a show as well. I haven't enjoyed sex with Don that much in ages until last night." I thanked her for the compliment. I was still embarrassed and didn't really know what to say but I was feeling a little more comfortable with the situation. 

A few days passed and we almost carried on as if nothing had happened. I was still a little unsure of the situation and put the other night down to Rachel having had a few drinks too many. After all, she had never displayed any signs of her sexual adventures before and I had only found out myself through Danielle. 

She was unaware that I knew about her flings with other employees so I just assumed that the other night was a one-off that would never have happened without the alcohol. 

On Friday afternoon, Rachel had taken the day off and, at around twelve, my phone rang and it was her." Fancy doing lunch" she asked, "Sure" I replied. "Where?"

"At my house" she said, "See you soon" and, before I could reply she put the phone down. 

Believe it or not, I was quite nervous about this invitation. I was a married man and was pretty much faithful. I say pretty much because I had slipped a couple of times but mainly just messing about, oral sex etc and, like president Clinton, I could tell myself that didn't count.

I tried to call her mobile to tell her I couldn't make it but it was switched off and I didn't have her home phone number. I decided not to bother ringing personnel to get the number and thought what the hell? Maybe it was just an innocent lunch.

As I drove to her house a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Perhaps it was just an innocent lunch and her husband would be there. Nothing would surprise me after her performance the other night and maybe she was playing another game, lunch with her and her husband, maybe, just to see how I'd react. 

When I arrived, however, I realised I didn't know what to do with the car. I couldn't hide it as, if her husband was there it would seem a strange thing to do. However, if he wasn't home at least the driveway was secluded enough so my car wouldn't be seen from the road anyway so I parked it in the drive and rang the bell.

Rachel opened the door and, as soon as I saw her, I immediately realised her husband wasn't home. I was used to seeing her in her work clothes which were pretty staid which is why I hadn't realised what a great body she had until I saw her naked the other night. However, the clothes she had on today showed off her figure to perfection. She was wearing a tight white lambs wool sweater that hung a couple of inches above her short tight blue denim skirt. The sweater was thin enough for me to see there was nothing underneath as her fat nipples, even their flaccid state were quite obviously pushing against the thin material. Her large firm breasts were rising and falling and, as she breathed in, they pushed the sweater out away from her tummy by several inches so, had I knelt in front of her the bottom of those delicious tits would be clearly visible. Her skirt was tight and finished several inches above her knees and she wore open toes high heel shoes with red painted toenails.

She caught me staring at her tits and she smiled and wiggled them at me. Before I could show my embarrassment she leaned forward, said "Hi" and lightly kissed me on the mouth. Our first kiss, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her breath. "Come on in" she said before turning and walking into the lounge. I followed her and she gestured for me to sit on the same sofa where I had watched her fucking her husband. 

In front of the sofa was a coffee table which had a couple of plates of sandwiches and a bottle wine which, I noticed, was two thirds empty. "Help yourself" she said "While I just tidy up in the kitchen. She poured us both a glass of wine, finishing the bottle, picked up her glass and went into the kitchen. 

I sat there and munched my way through the sandwiches and I could hear her washing up in the kitchen.

After about ten minutes she walked into the room and I watched those beautiful breasts bounce and sway as she made her way over to the sofa and she sat down next to me. 

"I hope you don't think I'm a huge slut" she said. What could I say? “Of course I do and I think it’s fantastic” is what I wanted to say, "Of course not" is all that came out. "People get turned on in different ways and yours happens to be being watched." 

"I get turned on by sex, period" she replied "But I get really turned on if someone is watching, unfortunately it only happened a couple of other times. The first time was when I was camping with my best friend, which was when I first realised what a turn-on it was.

“And the second?” I enquired.

“Well……” - Rachel seemed reluctant to tell me.

“Go-on” I said, wondering why her voice trailed off.

“I’m a bit ashamed actually”

“Go-on” I pushed,

“Well….. It was in a nightclub toilet”

“Why is that more embarrassing than camping?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you sometime, but not now” She replied.

"So tell me about camping then." 

"It was about three years ago, before I was married, and I went backpacking with my best friend, Carol who, to tell you the truth was always a bit prudish. Well, we were picked up by two guys and, to cut a long story short, after spending a few hours in a pub, we went back to the campsite and ended up in their tent. 

She saw me raise my eyebrows and she continued. “Well…. it was too late to set up our own tent because it was dark and because we we'd all had too much to drink and, to be honest, I really fancied one of the Guys called Andy even though Carol and Greg didn't seem to hit it off. 

Well, we all got back to their tent and had a few more beers and then got into our individual sleeping bags, pulled off our clothes and turned off the lamps. After about half an hour I could hear the sound of people sleeping and, at the same time a hand came over from my left where Andy was and started stroking my hair. I unzipped my sleeping bag quietly so as not to wake the others and rolled over to Andy. We fumbled around in the dark for a few minute and before long he was on top making love to me.” 

"Describe it to me" I said to her as I was starting to get turned on by the story. 

"Okay,” she said smiling, "To be blunt, he was fucking my brains out! He had a big hard curved cock..."

"How big?" I asked, "Not huge but it was bent like a banana and the sensation was amazing and he was fucking me so hard with it." 

She grinned as she looked down and saw the bulge in my pants her dirty talk had created and she quickly carried on whilst her hand started to run up and down my thigh. 

"After a few minutes, I asked him to stop and I got up on all fours and told him to fuck me from behind as that's my favourite position. He moved behind me and really started banging that hard bent cock in and out of my pussy and I was having difficulty kneeling and had to go down on my elbows he as fucking me so hard."

Whilst she told me this she unzipped me, took out my cock muttered something along the lines of "mmm" and started stroking me. "He was fucking my brains out and we were so wrapped up in each other and I suddenly realised how much noise I was making. His balls and tummy were slapping into my ass each time he rammed his cock into me and I was moaning and panting in ecstasy. 

As soon as I realised, I looked to my right and I realised that it wasn't so dark now my eyes were accustomed the lack of light and I saw Greg and Carol, still in their sleeping backs, sat up on their elbows staring at us and I could see Andy's sleeping bag which was closest, moving up and down as he was obviously playing with himself and Carol was lying there just grinning." 

Rachel suddenly bent down and took my cock into her wet mouth. I was so turned on by her story and the explicit way she was telling it. 

She had of course realised this and was being so explicit because she knew exactly the effect she was having on me. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on my cock, removing it from her mouth and licking it up and down the shaft and tonguing around the sensitive head. She was obviously enjoying it immensely and so was I but I lifted her head purposefully up and told her to continue. She sat back up but continued stroking my cock, which felt like it would explode. 

I couldn't resist it any longer and I was dying to get to play with her fabulous mammary’s so I put one hand on her bare tummy, just above her waistband, and gently ran my fingers up, just under her sweater and started caressing the undersides of those beautiful breasts. She moaned quietly. "Get on with the story" I ordered.

"I was shocked at first when I saw them both watching me getting fucked, but then I realised what a turn on it was and it made me even hotter so I started to make a bit more of a show of it. I threw back my head and started making even more noise than I usually, I was making it very obvious exactly what each thrust of Andy's dick felt like"

By now I had both hands under her sweater and I was kneading her large breasts, one in each hand. I could feel her big hard nipples in the palm of my hands but I hadn't yet paid them any specific attention. I was moving my hands all around them, leaving them until last.

"I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer and he suddenly quickened the pace and started grunting. I normally make plenty of noise when I'm aroused but I really turned up the volume for our audience, and starting pushing my ass back into him, fucking him as hard as he was fucking me. I was so turned on feeling his banana cock slamming into me and I could see how turned on Greg was as his sleeping bag was tenting up and down and I could have sworn I even saw some rhythmic motion going on in the front of Carol's sleeping bag. The whole thing was fantastic."

“I remember coming and thinking that it was the best orgasm I’d ever had, I screamed so loud that the whole camp site must’ve heard!”

I couldn't wait any longer as I knew her story was about to end and I lifted my hands further up under her sweater, until one hand was on each side of her neck which caused the sweater to ride up exposing those beautiful big breasts capped with the most amazing nipples I had ever been near. Now I'm a breast man but I had never been so turned on by such a perfect pair. They weren't huge like the distended tits you see in boob magazines. Sure each one was bigger than a handful but they were so firm and yet so soft. I just wanted to bury my head in them and suck those nipples forever. 

I bent my head and started licking and sucking the white flesh. All around her nipples but without touching them, which made her, moan and writhe around on the sofa. She held my head and pushed it into the firm flesh. "Carry on" was my muffled command. I was in heaven.

"Like I said, I thought he couldn't last much longer and he I was right. -mmm -Another dozen or so quick strokes and then he slammed his cock in me up to the hilt, in fact he rammed it in so hard It felt as if his balls were inside me as well, I was forced back down onto my elbows, my head on the ground as grunted and then he came. It felt so hot and he kept squirting it into me until he finally pulled his cock out and rolled over onto the ground..... -Oh god! Yes, suck my nipples" -She groaned before continuing " ...and I just stayed there with my ass sticking up into the air, my head on the floor feeling his warm cum inside me" 

By this time I was furiously licking and sucking her large pink nipples. First one then the other, rolling them around my mouth and flicking them with my tongue. They were like warm stiff bullets on my mouth and she held onto my hair tightly as I pushed her tits together and drew both nipples into my mouth at the same time, sucking them, and as much of her fleshy tits as I could manage into my mouth. She was moaning and seemed to be getting as much pleasure as I was. 

I was sorry the story was over. She was still holding my cock and pumping gently up and and down and It would have been great to have come at the same time as Andy did in the story. I was just wondering what to do next when she said, "And then I felt a hand stroking my ass and my pussy which couldn't have been Andy's because he was lying next to me" 

I couldn't believe there was more to come so I carried on licking those big nipples while Rachel continued stroking my cock and my balls. She continued.

" I lifted myself back onto my elbows and looked behind me and saw Greg, He was rubbing my pussy, smearing Andy's cum around my swollen lips and I saw him rubbing this big cock with his other hand. It looked so big, a good eight inches long and he was stroking it up and down at the same time as he rubbed it between my ass cheeks. I felt him open my pussy lips with his other hand and he inserted a couple of fingers into me and started sliding them in and out, 'Oooh'"

Rachel's groan was because I had just done the same thing to her. I had slipped my hand under her skirt which had ridden up high and, finding no panties, I rubbed her pussy as she described Greg doing just that and then pushed in a couple of fingers and started fucking her with them. "OOOH" She sighed deeply and almost fell against me, her big tits pressing against my chest and her grip on my cock tightened, "OOOH, that feels so good". 

I immediately stopped and she looked at me as if imploring me to continue. "You carry on with the story and I'll carry on doing this,” I said, continuing my hand motion.

"I was so hot and felt so slutty and I really wanted the fucking to continue so I told him to fuck me and I heard this voice say 'Yes fuck her'. I turned to my right and saw it was Carol who was now out of her sleeping bag, just couple of feet away from me, lying on her back with Andy kneeling over her sucking her tits while she cradle his head.

"Greg pulled his fingers out, moved behind me and then I felt his big hard cock pushing it's way into my pussy. I was sooooo long and 'ooooh' so hard, -I'd never had such a big cock inside me before -'Aaaaaah' she cried as I inserted a third finger and pushed them all as far as I cold into her wet cunt.

"Then he reached around me, grabbed one breast in each hand and just started fucking me. There was no finesse, he just gave me such a good hard fucking which is exactly what I wanted. He fucked me so fast and hard with that great big cock” - 'Mmnff' she cried as I move my fingers inside her faster and faster.

"He was pounding his cock into me 'oooooh' pulling it out slowly and then ramming the full length back in faster and 'oooooh' faster. I heard Carol making strange noises, like quiet screaming and so I turned my head and saw her, lying on her side watching while Andy was furiously fucking her from behind with his banana cock. My 'aaaah' prudish friend Carol whom I would have bet had never even seen a real cock before was getting her brains fucked out while she watched me get mine fucked out by this big hard cock. I couldn't 'oooooh' believe it. - YES, PLEEEEEASE, FASTER!"

Rachel had now let go of my cock, slipped onto her back with her head on the arm of the sofa. Her skirt was around her waist and she had one leg over the back of the sofa and the other on the floor and she was writhing and moaning, finding it very difficult to concentrate on the story as I quickened the pace and my fingers flashed in and out of her soaking wet cunt. I was determined to make her come at the end of the story so I started finger fucking her as fast as I could, "Finish the story!" I ordered, "OOOOOH, OOOOH YES, HARDER" she replied.

"Finish it!" 

"Greg was fucking OOOOH my brains AAAAAH out OOOH, I was watching Carol and she was watching me and we were both screaming. I was .' AAAAAAH, YOU FUCK...OOOH' I saw Andy push his cock deep into her one last time and they both flopped to the ground and then 'BASTARD, FUCK!" I felt myself OOOOH coming, ….Greg was pounding into me, hanging on to my tits and squeezing AAAAAH them. I started coming and he rammed his cock OOOH, I AM COMING" deep OOOH in OOOH me FUCK, OOOH FUCK, and he shot his cum deep EEEEEEE! into me AAAH , AAAAH.”

I could feel her cunt muscles tighten around my fingers I could hear her cunt squishing as my fingers thrashed in and out and then she screamed and I felt warm sticky liquid gushing from her cunt around my fingers. She sat up and threw her arms around me as her spasms subsided and she kissed me long and hard. 

"FUCK ME" she said, "FUCK ME PLEEEASE!"

Now like I said, firstly even after all that had happened I still felt my guilty conscience would be less guilty if I didn't actually fuck her and second, it wasn't going to be much of a fuck as I was just about ready to shoot my load anyway. "No" I whispered, "When I fuck you I want to fuck you properly and right now I would probably last about two seconds. Besides, look at the time, I have to get back to the office".

"Well, you can't go back in that state" she said, pointing to my erection jutting out from the bottom of my shirt. She reached forward and took hold of my cock. Pulling it gently towards her she lay back down again and tugged me towards her mouth. I knelt up and shuffled forward. As my cock was nearing her lips she put her hands on my hips, lifted her head up slightly from the arm of the sofa and took almost all of it deep into her mouth and then, pushing my hips back it slid all the way out with a loud slurping sound, and I felt her tongue licking and flicking against it all the way. Her mouth felt so hot and wet I almost came there and then and it took all my concentration to stem the flow. Once again she pulled me forward and swallowed my entire length before pulling me out again, licking and teasing the red bulbous end. 

I couldn't take much more of this so I shifted backwards to try and regain some control. I caressed her tits with my hand and rubbed my index fingers in a circular motion over what I now knew were extremely sensitive nipples. They quickly became erect and I pulled gently on them. "Mmmm, yes, pull on my nipples". I pulled them upwards slightly harder and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. "Yes! - Harder" she moaned so I pulled them again this time as far as they would go so he tits took an almost conical shape and I shook them around and watched her tits ripple like two blancmanges. "Please don't stop" she begged. 

I pushed them up towards her mouth and she bent her head forward and tongued her own nipples, sucking them into her mouth as I presented them to her. I pulled them away and moved myself quickly forwards and offered my dick to her lips and she quickly leaned forward and slurped my cock once more. Just as quickly I moved back, still rolling her nipples in my fingers and pushed them hard together. Then I lowered my freshly lubricated cock down and pushed it between them.

"Oh yes, fuck my tits" she groaned.

I started to build up a steady rhythm, slowly thrusting my cock between her large soft breasts whilst still rolling her nipples and she continued to moan. On each upstroke she craned her head forward and snaked out her tongue to lick the end, and, when she could, take it into her mouth. Now it was my turn to groan.




Rachel Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Garage

After exposing myself to the two Christians and finding that I enjoyed letting men see me ‘accidentally’ naked, I began planning my next escapade. My car was due to have its annual maintenance service and I thought I’d use the opportunity to see if I could flash again.

I carefully selected my outfit for the occasion. A short denim skirt, white g-string panties and a tight yellow, lycra boob-tube that left little to the imagination. It was a hot summer’s day, so I hoped my outfit wouldn’t look too out of place. After pulling up outside the garage I took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves and beating heart, and stepped out onto the hot tarmac. The assistant at the service counter, an older man in his forties couldn’t take his eyes away from my chest as he checked his records. “Hi, my name’s Steve. Miss Lethem, you’re booked in for a routine service from ten o’clock. Is there anything special you’d like us to check over?”  

“Well there is a sort of knocking sound coming from the engine while it ticks over. Nothing too loud, but it is a bit irritating.”

“I’ll just take a look now; see if we can work out what it is.”

We walked back outside and Steve asked me to turn the ignition key. Sitting in my seat, the short denim skirt rode up high on my long, toned thighs. A flash of my white g-string was clearly visible below the hem of the skirt. Steve fumbled with the bonnet release latch in the foot well, his face only inches away from my naked legs as he crouched down. I spread my legs slightly, hoping he’d catch more of a glimpse of my panties as he stood up. His gaze lingered for a second as he turned to ask, “Keep the car in neutral, and gently press down on the accelerator for me please.”

He stood at the front of the car, listening while I revved the engine. The regular knocking noise soon started up. Over the noise of the engine he shouted, “That’ll do now, come round and I’ll show you the problem.” I got out and walked round to stand next to him. Pointing towards a black plastic cylinder with six black leads coming out of it, he said, “The distributor seems to be a bit cock-eyed. It shouldn’t be sitting like that. Just look under there and you’ll see it’s not been screwed in properly.” I bent over to look under the cylinder to where he was pointing. My chest pressed against the dirty, oily engine and I knew that my next flashing episode could begin!

As I stood up, I looked down at my once-clean yellow boob-tube and gasped, “Oh no - this top’s ruined – look at me!” Steve obliged and stared at my breasts. The material was filthy with thick black smudges all over it. I was surprised to see how erect my nipples were, clearly straining outwards against the tight confines of the top. I tried rubbing at the stains, but they only smudged more. I blurted out, “I’m going out for lunch in an hour – I’ve got to get this top clean somehow.”

Steve thought for a second and offered, “We’ve got a washroom out in the back. You could use some of the cleaner we use – that usually gets the oil out.”

“I’ll give it a go, where is it?”

He led me through the workshop, past two other mechanics working under an old Volvo car. I pretended not to notice as their gazes followed me. Steve pointed to the washbasin on the back wall and took down a jar of thick-looking cleaning jelly and a nail brush from a shelf above. “This should do the trick Miss Lethem, but I’m afraid it does smell rather a lot. If you rub the jelly into the stains and then use the brush to take it off, then the oil should vanish.” 

With Steve standing next to me I took a small handful of the jelly and tried rubbing it into the stains. He stared at my jiggling breasts as I rubbed the top roughly to try and clean it. The jelly was working slowly, but I decided to take things further. “This is no good. Excuse me for a second Steve.” I gripped the elasticised hem of my top, took a deep breath, and pulled it over my head. My large breasts burst free, accompanied by a gasp from Steve and the two other mechanics. I bent over the basin and poured more of the jelly into the bowl. As I rubbed at the material my breasts swung freely from side to side, giving Steve a clear view. The other mechanics, still behind me in the workshop, both let out a wolf whistle.   

I turned to face them and joked, “Can’t you help a lady in distress? I need this top cleaned quickly.” Without a second’s thought they both dropped their tools and ran over to help. As the three men stood over me, offering advice I could feel the wetness between my legs as I quickly became aroused. My juices were dripping down my thighs.

One of the mechanics, Tom, offered, “Let me have a go miss, maybe you’re not rubbing hard enough.” I stood up, letting him take over. Despite the fact I was topless I made no effort to cover my breasts, pretending to be too intent on what Tom was doing to notice. Steve and my other helper, Ged, both kept their eyes firmly on my nakedness. Their gaze seemed to burn through me, and I teased them, absent-mindedly rubbing my breasts as they stared.

Within minutes of Tom’s exertions my top was clean, but it stank to high heaven of the cleaning jelly. Ged offered to give it wash with some ‘lemon-fresh’ detergent to see if that would help. It was obvious they wanted me to stay longer so that they could keep up with their lustful gazes. Ged’s efforts did help with the smell, but now the top was soaked and needed to be dried. Even though they put it on the grilles of an industrial-strength blow heater it would still take a while to dry.

As we waited, the three men offered to show me round the workshop, although they never once offered me something to cover myself up! I felt amazingly turned on, strutting around the garage in my short skirt, tiny panties and with my 36D breasts exposed in all their glory. My lack of embarrassment seemed to spur them on, and Tom even playfully pinched my bottom as I bent over to examine the engine block that Steve was showing me. Later I returned the favour, briefly rubbing against Tom’s stiff cock through the thin material of his overalls while we chatted.  

My exhibitionist display came to an end ten minutes later - my top dried out and I had to head off into town for lunch. 

Hope you’ll look out for my next exhibitionist escapade…



Rachel Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning alone in the bed. I could hear Harry up on deck fiddling around with something. I stretched out and sighed contentedly. The previous night had been beyond ecstasy for me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I could feel so good.

I heard Harry whistling and his footfalls above my head on the deck. I figured he was checking the rigging or the anchor. I stretched again and then bounded from the bed. I went to the head and checked my reflection in the mirror. My chin had a white crusty patch on it and I smiled as I remembered how it had gotten there.

I finished my duties and brushed my teeth. Wrapping a towel around myself, I went up on deck. Sure enough, Harry was forward checking something on the anchor rode. I stepped gingerly from the cockpit up to the deck and stepped up behind him. 

"Good morning, handsome." I beamed.

He turned around to face me and flashed me a huge grin, "'Morning back atcha, Babe."

He stood up to face me and I jumped into his arms, forgetting the towel wrapped around me, which fell to the deck. I didn't care, I was naked in the sunshine with him on his boat and I felt wonderful! He let out a deep laugh as he swept me into his arms and we locked our lips in a passionate kiss.

I felt his cock begin to grow against me as he crushed me to him. Giggling, I spun from his grasp and dance naked across the deck. Striking, what I thought to be, a seductive pose, I flashed him a challenging grin.

Bellowing in mock rage, he charged towards me. I skipped lightly around the side stays and bounded down into the cockpit. There, I stood with my legs apart and my hands on my hips, smiling defiantly back at him.

"Ha, ha, ha little girl. You're much too quick for me. I guess, you win. You have escaped me."

My jaw dropped in mock surprise and I leapt up to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our lips mashed in a deep kiss as his hands roamed freely down my back to cup my ass. I felt his fingers slide along my slit, causing me to shiver in delight.

He broke the kiss and said, "Maybe you would like some coffee."

I smiled mischievously, "Maybe I would like something else to drink."

He laughed his deep hearty laugh once again. "No, your lessons will continue in a bit. But first, we need to have some sustenance."

Pouting, I let my legs slip from his waist. "Shall I put on some clothes too?"

"Well, that's entirely up to you. As you can see, we are all alone with little chance of being disturbed. I like you just as you are."

A little while later, after a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, we sat at the table. Harry got serious. "Rachel, how do you really feel about last night?"

I smiled my broadest smile, "Harry, I loved it. You were so gentle and loving. I never imagined I could feel so good."

"But I'm thirty-five years older than you are."

"Thirty-three, but who's counting? I don't care about age. It's you I care about. Can't you see that?"

His face softened. "For how long, is the question? You see Rach, I have only given my heart away to one woman before. You are so young that we don't really have that much in common."

I had to get stern with him. "We have much more in common than you think. We both love the same music, sixties rock and roll, we love movies, and," I smiled evilly, "I adore sucking you."

He guffawed, "Well, you are right about that, I love you sucking me too."

This time I had to laugh out loud. "Harry, why can't we just try it for awhile? If you don't like it, you can send me home. All you have to say is 'Get out.' And I'll be gone."

His face took on a serious visage again. "That's not what I'm concerned about. I'm concerned that you will become tired of me, see some young buck and go traipsing off."

I took his face in my hands. "Don't you remember me telling you last night that I have had a crush on you since I was three? Don't get me wrong, I loved Jen, but I was also jealous."

He smiled back at me. "Ok, we'll give it a try."

I positively beamed at him. "Where shall we go first?"

"I think we'll stay here for a few days and then head back to port. We'll provision up for a trip and then head down to the keys. How's that sound?"

"Wonderful!" then a bit coquettishly, "What shall we do here for a few days?"

He grinned back wolfishly. "I have a few ideas."

I raised an eyebrow, "Care to share?"

He got to his feet, swept around the table and scooped me up into his arms. He then carried me to his cabin and unceremoniously dumped me onto the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and stripped off his clothes. His hard cock sprang out in front of him as he joined me on the bed.

We fell into each others arms and our lips locked together. I wrapped my leg over him and ground my aching quim on his thigh. I was panting with desire as he pushed me on my back and positioned himself between my splayed legs.

He braced himself on his hands above me and stared into my eyes. I was whimpering with pent up desire. He took one of my hands in his and placed it on his cock. Helping me guide it, we rubbed the head along my slit, getting it wet.

He removed his hand and I continued to rub it into my slit. Our eyes were locked as I began to pull him into me. I gasped as I felt him stretch me. Slowly he pushed it in. finally, my hand was flattened between us as I felt our hair intertwine and he was fully in me.

Never had I felt such fullness. Slowly, he withdrew until just the head was inside. Then he pushed back in. to grind our pelvises together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened myself fully to him.

He took this for the invitation it was and began a rhythmic thrusting in and out of me. I locked my heels behind his back and tried to draw more of him into me.

He was braced on his hands above me and our eyes were locked together. His pace quickened and I began to feel a fire in the pit of my stomach. All of a sudden, it burst upon me like a tidal wave. "Oooohhh yesssss!" I cried as he began to pound into me.

My orgasms seemed to come one after another! I rode the crest of one until I thought it had subsided only to find myself climbing to another, higher crest! Still he pounded into me.

I opened my eyes to see his eyes sort of glassed over. He was really thrusting now! Suddenly, he stopped stroking and stiffened. I thought he was having a stroke or something. Then I felt it. His cock swelled and then pulsed inside of me. He was cumming! Spurt after spurt hit my womb. This sent me into another series of orgasms that had me weak and breathless.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me and we lay there like that for quite a while. His cock slowly withered and slipped from me. I could feel his juice flowing freely out of me down the crack of my ass. With a grunt, he rolled off of me and lay beside me, breathing heavily.

I propped myself up on my elbow and showered his face with little kisses. "That was unbelievable! I love you!"

He chuckled and wrapped me in his arms. "I love you, too."

We lay there contentedly and drifted off into a well deserved sleep.

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 02



If you have not read Rachel Pt1, I suggest that you do read it first to make the transition flow more comfortably, if you have read it, please enjoy.

Taking a key from his pocket Marcus opened a door at the end of the corridor marked PRIVATE. This was surely not the room my company had paid for; this was a most beautifully appointed suite.

Since stepping off the plane and finding Marcus holding up the wall my life had been changed dramatically. Nothing remained of ME any more, it had all become his, etc: no longer me, but Master and submissive, a role that I had slipped into so easily, willingly and with my eyes wide open. 

Here was a man who at any given time had the capability to be able to fulfil me in every way and then some, able to take control and take me to what before today were unknown limits. He had tested me and not found me wanting except for wanting him, already I had been taken to heights previously unknown.

With apparently no thought of where it would land or if anything inside might be breakable he threw my bag onto the floor as he walked to the stereo.

"Master have you upgraded the room my company booked?" I asked quietly.

"The room initially booked for you will be billed to your company in the usual way, but it has been let to another customer, this is my private suite, I own 51% of this hotel." He smiled as he turned back to the Bose stereo and soon I heard the most beautiful if melancholy sounds of a Cello coming to me through a couple of tower speakers.

"Aaaah!" I exclaimed, "Jacqueline Dupre, the unmistakeable sound of pure genius I believe, and such a clear round tone Master." I was neither shocked nor surprised at this revelation; Marcus was a most modest man who had never boasted about his possessions or his life style.

Diving into a sideboard he fetched out a number of aromatic tea light candles dispersing them around the room and lighting them as he went. The room was being quickly filled with the beautiful aroma of jasmine.

"You will find glasses in that cupboard over there Rachel, fetch two over here will you."

Returning with the glasses I found him opening a bottle of Chivas Regal. Smiling at me he poured two glasses of the amber liquid offering one to me. I smiled back; taking a sip I then set it on a nearby occasional table as Marcus sat down in a big easy chair. 

Kneeling at his feet I leaned forward kissing his shiny leather boots. Oh how I loved the smell of leather. There is something hypnotic about the overpowering, earthy and sensual smell. With my lips touching the tops of his shiny, highly polished boots I inhaled deeply, feeling Marcus lean forward and begin stroking my hair. I smiled inwardly, contented to be with this man and knowing that my Master was happy.

Sitting back on my haunches I lifted one foot onto my thigh and began unlacing the boot, looking down as I did so and without looking up gently removed it.

"Aaaah!" He exclaimed, "that is so much better, you have no idea how they restrict my feet." I then removed the sock and proceeded to massage the foot before doing the same with the other foot.

When finished I once again adopted the position of sitting on my heels before him with my eyes still downcast awaiting his next command. The silence seemed agonisingly long; I wanted to look up into his wonderful tiger's eyes and drink in his handsome countenance. I could physically feel the power that he exerted over me; becoming Trilby, to his Svengali. Though neither of us moved I imagined his strong arms around me, holding me close, hands tenderly caressing me.

Without quite realising how, I had become so very wet again, I could feel a little seepage there; this man turned me on so very easily. It astounded me that I could feel this way just by being in his presence, but I was still quite high on the car park and lift experiences too.

It seemed like hours that I had been sitting there in this submissive stance, my feet beginning to hurt a little, but I intended to remain this way until he gave me some form of instruction. I didn't move a muscle, I wanted to show him that my devotion was absolute, it was probably only a few minutes before he finally spoke to me.

"You have just scored top marks with me Rachel," he began, you are the first submissive who has ever done that without first being told, I can see that we are going to go far."

A warm red blush spread across my face as he said these words, I was pleasing him indeed. From what I already knew of Marcus these kind of comments on my actions would not be given gratuitously. So yes, I assumed a little pride there. This was our first day and already I was more than he had expected. Yes, it certainly was a glow of pride.

"And now Rachel, when you have the circulation going again, you shall dance for me. I will see your beautiful sensuous body moving just for me."

I raised my head slowly saying: "Your wish is my command my Lord."

"No Rachel," he answered with authority. "My command is your duty and so it shall always be."

It amazed me just how those words struck home. My body rippled with excitement at the tone of his voice and I felt my pussy tighten. I loved it when he ordered me to do things for him, but why this should be so I couldn't understand. I am in a position of authority in my job and used to wielding the metaphoric whip. My position demanded it, there were sixty-three people working under me. Yet now I grew hot with desire knowing that I was his to be directed as only he pleased.

My mind began positively racing; I love dancing, I knew that my subordinates called me the 'Dancing Queen,' out of earshot, but I had never done such an intimate, private and personal show before, jeez I had never even stripped for anyone in this way before. 

The main thing though was that I did not want to disappoint him. I was dancing for the pleasure of my Master...Marcus, not for myself, although I was certain that it would turn me on also.

I began to rise slowly, kissing the backs of his hands tenderly as I climbed to my feet, allowing time for the circulation to be restored. "My Lord I cannot dance to this music, I need something more gentle and sensuous or passionate," I uttered nervously.

My lil one, you should turn it off and dance to the tune in your heart, I will hear the melody through your movements," he grinned at me.

So this was it then, here I was, some 400 miles from home in a hotel suite with a man I barely knew; about to dance for him to imaginary music and all because he commanded it. I couldn't begin to understand why, but my trust in him was implicit.

If someone had told me six months ago that such a thing would be happening to me I would have laughed myself into a coma, but here I am, never having felt such intensity with any man. I needed so much to please him, I wanted him to see that I would do anything he asked of me, and so it began.

I could see him watching my face and looked downwards, I didn't want him to catch me looking at him and neither did I want him to see any hesitancy in me, both acts carrying punishment. As I looked down I saw him pick up a riding crop, his symbol of authority over me and an instrument of punishment.

"Don't worry little one," he spoke softly, "know that your dance is sure to please me, everything about you has pleased me thus far."

Though feeling a little awkward I put the feeling behind me, closed my eyes and summoned up a favourite tune allowing it to wash over me. Standing in front of a full-length mirror I knew that he would be able to see my whole body, front and back from where he sat in his chair. Before closing my eyes I had stolen a quick glance at him in the mirror, he looked positively regal, majestic.

Deftly unrolling my shirt waist first I began swaying my hips to the sound of the music that I could hear in my head, my hands beginning to take on a life of their own. I lightly ran my left hand up my right arm and over my silk blouse, the touch of this most sensuous of materials against my soft skin always heavenly, immediately drawing my nipples into hard peaks.

So cool and soft I could imagine him beside me, blowing softly on my skin. The thought of his being that close once again raised goose bumps on my bare flesh as though a cold breeze had suddenly entered the room. That feeling of wanting him and wanting to impress him began to eat into me once more, positively arousing my libido.

This gave me an added impetus for the dance and running my hands seductively over the silk I felt the nipples harden into what seemed like steel spikes underneath, the movement of the silk constantly caressing them. Pressing the material tightly against my contours made them really stick out, I knew that he could see them. I moved my hands down further to my now snaking hips locating the zip to my skirt, a very sly smile creeping across my face. Gently and very slowly I slid it downwards, gliding down my smooth and beautiful long legs it fell as a puddle around my feet.

Apart from the blouse I was now naked. I noticed a slight look of disappointment cross his face, as he became aware that it still covered my pudenda. It was then that I decided to tease him, well, just a little.

Slowly and provocatively I drew one foot up the inside of my leg to remove the shoe whilst leaning forward slightly to maintain my balance, causing the shirt to rise higher at the rear. He was unable to suppress the whistle caused by his intake of breath, gasping involuntarily at the wondrous view. With one leg bent Marcus had a perfect view of my back door and once again thickly swollen pussy lips.

Quickly I removed each shoe tossing them aside, affording him a perfect view, but there was more to come. All that remained now was this silk blouse between his being able to view my entirely naked body.

Slowly I slipped one hand inside my top and the other onto my treasure trove. With one finger gliding along the length of my slit I simultaneously began pinching the nipple. Sliding my finger backwards and forwards I gathered the nectar, the shivers returned once more and my body came alive, tracing a line up my spine causing me to arch my back.

His voice came like the crack of a whip, cutting the air sharply. "Do not make yourself cumm little one, for I have not given you permission." Glancing at him quickly I noticed a smile playing with the corners of his mouth, a telltale glow suffused his eyes and an obvious bulge showed in his slax, I nodded before casting my eyes down again.

Thrusting my fingers deeply into my pussy I raised them to my waiting mouth which sensuously wetted them. It was so good to taste myself, Marcus had taught me the exquisite delight of this during one of our telephone conversations. I had never known my own taste before that time.

With my fresh and exhilarating juices shining on my lips I resumed the dance with a new vigour. My fingers danced lightly over the blouse and form, touching but not caressing, hips gyrating to the sounds in my head, swaying from side to side, drawing him on, making him drool with desire for my body.

I felt the excitement rising within me again, my nipples now well re-awakened and fast beginning to ache with desire, turning me on even more.

I snaked my hands toward the ceiling twisting them like a Balinese dancer knowing that as I did this my blouse would rise higher up my torso exposing my now very wet and gaping sex that he would be able to see from the front and the rear.

Turning slightly so that my back was toward him my arms weaving together like reeds in the breeze I slowly leaned further and further forward, caressing the inside of my taut thighs. His view was complete, swollen pudenda, prominent clit and my now really gaping cunt, hot, wet and so very hungry for his touch.

I was his for the taking, a fully ripened plum, sweet and juicy, needing the feel of his soft lips and clever tongue or the ramrod solidity of that wonderful cock. I was so damn horny again.

However, in the forefront of my mind danced this mischievous Imp keeping up a constant barrage of misdirection. 'Tease him,' it said, 'tease him, make him as horny as you are, make him want you, make him rip off that blouse and take you roughly against the wall, that's what you really want. Make him get off that chair and take you forcibly like the Master he is, and maybe, just maybe, he will lay that crop across your bare arse, you know you want him to'.

I had so much power, pussy power, I had thought I could maybe control or guide events, make him do those things to me that I craved, but I should have known better, he was a true Master seeing through my little ploy. 

I had become totally puffed up with my own self-worth and misdirection, forgetting that I was stripping and dancing exclusively for him, by his command, until his voice shattered my thoughts, breaking through with hurricane force.

"Stop, just what do you think you are doing? Your command was to dance for me, it is your duty to please me, but I find that your objective seems to be self- gratification, ignoring my instructions. You know the penalty is punishment for deviation."

"I nodded, his voice ringing in my ears, cutting through and silencing the Imp. I had known what I was doing and my actions had been deliberate, now, perhaps he would use that crop on me. It was that which I hungered for, the feel of the leather biting into my arse cheeks to leave me red and raw. As this thought flew through my mind I felt my pussy seep a little more and my nipples tighten with anticipation.

I should have known that he would have other ideas, ideas for punishment that would wipe the smile from my face. "Turn around and face me Rachel, remove that blouse and face me. I am aware of what you have been trying to do, your silly attempt at manipulation. Always remember that I pull the strings, you are here to do my bidding, and I am the one who will always be in control."

Quickly and meekly I removed the blouse discarding it to the floor. I had always been comfortable with my nakedness making no attempt to cover myself.

"I am the Master, I am the one who has control over you and what you do. I do not get angry, I do not get angry but you must learn that my control is absolute. Come with me now."

A little subdued now I hung my head and lowered my eyes, moving towards him. Taking my wrist he strode purposefully into the bedroom, dragging me with him to make me stand by the bedroom window.

Contrite now I felt good that that I had followed him meekly, secretly feeling that the power was in me to direct and that soon he would be giving me the lashing I so badly desired and deserved. Again I had misread him.

"You seem to enjoy waving your hands in the air, so raise them above your head now." I gave him no argument but did as he bade me, while inside growing excited at this mastery, this was what I really needed, absolute command, absolute control, absolute direction.

Glancing up as I raised my hands I saw the metal cuffs hanging from an eyebolt in the ceiling; fastening them around my wrists he snapped them shut. This was it, I thought, now he had decided to do the things that I wanted him to do.

He spread my legs wide and my pussy creamed at the thought of the lashing that would shortly be coming my way. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and leather restraints around my ankles, a spreader bar then being clipped to them, ensuring that in no way would I be able to hide myself or close my legs. Everything going to plan, or so I thought, I hung there now totally exposed and waiting for the first bite of his crop.

I could feel the leather against my skin as it danced lightly over my arse and explored my gaping pussy, not penetrating, just stroking and getting very wet with my profuse juices. I was so very horny and getting even more so as Marcus started rubbing my clit with the leather. 

The scene was so wildly erotic, he continued agitating for a short while before easing the leather strop into my sopping cunt, and I wanted to cumm so badly that it was starting to ache.

He continued thrusting the crop into me for a while until I found myself on the verge of cumming. "Do you want to cumm Rachel, do you want me to let you cumm?"

"Please Master, I would do anything if you would take me over the edge," I whimpered.

Without another word he removed the strop from my pussy holding it just below my nose, enabling me to inhale my aromas but as I put out my tongue to lick it he pulled it away from me. I could hear the slurping sounds he made as he took that little pleasure for himself. In my mind I could see that sensuous tongue curling around the strop just as it had around my clit in the lift.

I loved his strength of purpose and restraint, I knew that he would be as turned on as I was. In my mind I could clearly see the huge bulge in his trousers where that magnificent cock would be pushing against the soft silk of his boxers.

A lesser man would not have hooked me up here but would have taken me, need outweighing their single mindedness. However, he had me cuffed and helpless, and despite his own needs I knew that he would not give in to his desires.

It was impossible for me to do anything, but I wished desperately that he would do something, ravish me, beat me, anything at all, I deserved punishment yes, but this was mental torture. With my legs spread so widely apart I knew that he could see all, I could feel the juices from my sopping cunt trickling down the inside of my thighs. I was becoming frustrated at this lack of contact.

Was I going to get away with this I wondered? Could I cope with displeasing him, even for a second? Could I gain any form of enjoyment from his displeasure? Was this just a game or would I be crushed by his wrath? My head was reeling with so many thoughts revolving around inside it; I could hear the sound of the crop slapping on the flesh of his hand driving me wild with excitement.

At the same time I had become apprehensive, I wanted him to punish me, but I wanted to please him also, I had stepped over the line with my blatant teasing, but now, despite his words to the contrary I felt that I had made him angry.

With the apprehension came the realisation that I would be punished; however it was to take a form entirely unsuspected.

He stepped in front of me, just standing there, saying nothing. Being blindfolded I had no idea of the passage of time but just suspended there in front of him, naked, with my legs spread widely apart and with all that I had on show, I began to feel just a little humiliated.

My breasts were heaving and I had begun to feel a little cold, the exuberance that I had felt dissipating fast, my nipples were still very hard and my clit too. I realised that Marcus had opened the window a crack leaving me directly in the path of the late winter wind, the air flowing into the room and around my naked body lowering my temperature.

I could feel something hard pushing at my lips, "drink," he said, "I don't want you dehydrating. I nodded and began to swallow the water he offered, it too was chilled, helping to cool me down even further.

"How do you feel Rachel," he asked of me, "are you beginning to feel a little humiliated yet? Would you like me to release you? Do you want me to make you cumm as before?" His voice he had kept low but the last question he growled at me.

"Whatever you want it is of no consequence, tonight you decided to defy me and no, I say again that I am not angry but there is a singular lesson that you appear to need to learn. Taking the initiative without my express permission is not an option and always will be an invitation to discipline. Do you feel the need for my discipline? I do. In fact you are going to greatly feel my type of discipline."

"You do yourself no favours by inviting punishment, but you were angling for me to use the crop on you, or alternatively my bare hand, I could see it in your eyes. To do so now would not be a punishment. To gratify you sexually at this time would be an enjoyment for you because that is what you sought from me. Instead your punishment is to hang suspended from here for as long as I feel that it will teach you a salutary lesson and that could be all night."




Rachel Ch. 02



"I am going to make it quite clear to you who is Master here and that you are to obey me to the letter at all times despite whatever your wish may be. Next time you are instructed to dance and strip, you will do precisely that and for as long as I wish. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Master," I answered quietly and now suitably chastened.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Yes please Master, my throat and lips are dry."

"Very well." I felt the bottle tilting against my lips and swallowed quickly to lubricate my throat. The bottle went away and I heard his voice soothing me. "So that your lips don't dry out and remembering that you have to speak at the seminar in the morning, I am putting glycerine and honey on them to stop them from drying out." It was then that I realised that despite the necessary punishment my Marcus was not a vindictive man.

"Well Rachel, I am going to bed now, you can stay there until morning, contemplating your actions." I dared not say anything, this was my punishment, I was to be denied sleep and the window had been opened deliberately to chill me.

He had not been joking with me, the light snapped off loudly and he jumped into bed, to leave me suspended there in the dark. Within minutes I heard the slower, regular breathing that meant my Master was indeed asleep.

I had no idea of the passage of time while I hung there in this uncomfortable position, but sometime later felt the chill beginning to eat into my bones. 

No longer was I horny, but neither was I afraid, I had begged for punishment without even considering that it might be non-sexual. I had never been humiliated like this before but only had myself to blame for the predicament in which I now found myself.


Inwardly I cursed myself for my stupidity, angry for trying to be too clever, there was no way out of this impossible situation unless Marcus awakened and maybe took pity on this wretched soul. I richly deserved to be chastised and vowed never to cross swords with him again.

Being forced to stand for so long with my legs spread three feet apart was also taking its toll. The muscles of my inner thighs beginning to cramp from the prolonged un-natural spread, it was also pulling on my groin, indeed there was little I could do to relieve this strain.

Marcus had known exactly what he was doing when choosing this as a punishment. By moving my arse from side to side I was able to find a little relief in easing the muscle cramps but the amount of movement was severely restricted. It was also possible to lift my feet from the floor, but not enough for it to be of any help.

Without warning a fierce spasm of cramp overtook me and I yelled out with the pain, simultaneously I heard an alarm bell going off. The light switch snapped on and I imagined Marcus seeing me there with my tear stained face and utter anguish because of the muscle cramps.

"I think its about time I released you from those restraints now Rachel, you have been there for precisely two hours."

"Master." I whispered so quietly that it was difficult for even me to hear. Properly contrite I lowered my head so that I would not look him in the eye. A lesson had been learned, but damn me for seeking the hard way to have learned it, but that was me, if there was a difficult path I could always be guaranteed to choose it.

I felt the blindfold being removed, and there was Marcus standing directly in front of me. Cupping my chin with one hand he lifted my head to kiss me softly on the lips before removing the cuffs. The immediate relief at being able to stretch my arms being wonderful.

"Rub your arms Rachel, get the blood circulating again, they are going to start stinging shortly." As I rubbed vigorously Marcus bent to remove the spreader bar. Immediately he began rubbing my cramped thighs the tears began to flow. I hated myself for that, but couldn't help it; the whole scene had become so emotional for me.

Taking me in his arms he cuddled and soothed me, stroking my hair and caressing me, kissing my face softly. I marvelled at his strength of purpose, he had known what had to be done and did it; he had shown me indifference when all the time it was hurting him to punish me.

Without speaking he led me to the bathroom sitting me on the toilet whilst he ran the shower to a warm temperature. Sitting there, the large amount of water I had drunk suddenly cried out for release and unwittingly I opened my bladder allowing it to flow, the warmth of my pee feeling so good after being so cold.

Seeing that I had finished he smiled, making me realise that I had just pissed in front of him without embarrassment. Marcus stretched out his hand helping me up to lead me into the shower where he soaped me and rubbed me down, the warm water and the friction restoring my circulation and self control completely.

I also noticed that he had the beginnings of an erection tucked away inside those silk boxers but couldn't be sure if it was the close proximity of my pussy as he washed it or having seen me piss. It was something to file away for the time being and maybe discuss at a later time.

Carefully drying me off he then led me back to the bedroom telling me to lay down and get some sleep; it was my desire to fall asleep in his arms, wanted, needed, protected and loved. There was nothing I wouldn't do for this gentle man now, my loving Master.

Sliding in beside me, he did just that, cradling me in his arms, stroking my hair and whispering sweet and soothing words into my ear to send me off to sleep.

Some time later I awoke, outside the birds were singing, heralding a new dawn. Marcus lay in bed propped up on one elbow, watching me. "Good morning sweet Rachel, how do you feel?"

"Mmmmmm, well and rested Master," I replied sleepily, my mind in a neutral and comfortable state. The bed covers were halfway down my body; my upper torso uncovered for his delectation and turning onto my tummy I snuggled into the pillow. I felt him draw the covers further down to expose my naked arse but lay there happy that he liked to look at and stroke it.

However, I was swiftly brought awake and back to a state of reality by a stinging slap on my butt quickly followed by another on the same side, this I had not expected. In my wildest dreams I had not thought I would ever meet a man capable of using a backhand slap to be immediately followed by a flat hand. I yelped, but more in surprise than pain.

"This is what you were angling for last night sweet Rachel, now here it is, my gift to you."

As he said this another resounding slap fell across my other cheek to be swiftly followed by many, many more, alternating from cheek to cheek, how many in total I have no idea, I wasn't keeping score.

I could feel the glow in my arse rapidly building, matched by the glow fast building in my unrelenting pussy. Jeez but this man knew just how to turn me on, and what a great way to start the day. Slap after slap raining down continuously and now I was soaking again, and I needed to feel him inside me. I couldn't help it, my cunt had a mind of its own and a small cumm burst inside, not measurable on the Richter scale but like any earthquake I knew the big one would come soon.

Tears were streaming down my face once more, tears of happiness, soaking the pillow just as my pussy was soaking the bed as I came a second and third time, each stronger than the last. The burning in my arse perfectly matching the burning inside my throbbing cunt.

As unexpectedly as the blows had started they suddenly ceased. Marcus turned me over onto my back knowing that he would see my labia thick and swollen, my hardening and protruding clit and my very wet pussy gaping, practically begging to be fucked. I don't think he had any idea just how horny and turned on I had become. The bed underneath me was wet with my juices and my nipples like iron spikes.

I saw that he was totally naked and his beautiful cock bigger and harder than I had so far seen it. He had been fully aware of what he was doing to me and drew me into his strong and loving arms. Like iron filings to a magnet I went to him, moving close to him I felt his rock hard cock pressing urgently against me, seeking a way in. Lifting a leg I guided my now pulsating pussy onto this beautiful iron-hard rod.

As the gorgeous hot cock meat slid into me I let out a huge moan, this giant of a man filled me like no other ever had. Wanting as much of Marcus as possible I rolled him over onto his back. "You just lay there and enjoy Master, allow your obedient subbie to do all the work, this one is just for you, I want you to cumm a lake inside me and fill me to overflowing with your exquisite juice.

Immediately I started rocking on him, moving his cock deeply inside me in such a way that it put pressure on both my 'G' spot and my clit. Very quickly another orgasm came and went which I knew that he probably wouldn't notice anyway, but as I came, throbbing pussy muscles gripped his steel hard spear.

A second orgasm also came and went, but it was stronger, I closed my eyes throwing back my head in ecstasy as it steamed through me. I was really into this session now, and stealing a quick glance at his face saw that he was also enjoying the ride.

Leaning forward I put my hands on his shoulders to take my weight and began fucking him with authority, pussy muscles rippling with each withdrawal. We were moaning together now, my eyes almost closed and his reduced to mere slits, even so I could still see that golden glow.

"Harder my little Rachel, fuck me harder, make me cumm," he somehow managed to squeeze the words through clenched teeth. My Master's fingernails were cutting into the flesh of my hips now, but what did I care, the sharp pain served to accentuate the act, this time, I was taking him to the promised land.

"Yess, Yesss, Yessss, I cried out as the third orgasm ripped through me, I had begun to shake now with the sheer passion of the moment, riding my Lord and Master, my beautiful stallion to the highest peaks. 

"More Master, fill me with your hard cock and your cream, blast me into the next century." Thus saying I rode and rode, faster and still faster, ramming myself down hard onto his meat, gripping him tightly as a fourth orgasm went through me almost un-noticed, such was the intensity of our fucking.

"Now Master, cumm for me, I want to feel you blow your hot cumm deep into my cunt." I went crazy; I wanted so badly for him to explode into me. Somehow through everything I felt him swelling, preparing to shoot that delicious cream from the little eye at the end of his huge cock and my cunt muscles tightened savagely on him.

Never in all my life had I wanted someone to shoot into me so badly, and then my tiger let out a roar that I would think could be heard for miles. Momentarily freezing he exploded with volcanic force, the initial jet blasting deeply inside me. Tears of absolute joy ran down my face as I felt this and I tipped over the edge crying out, "Masterrrrr," my hands gripping his shoulders, the nails drawing blood.

The intensity of the moment sweeping me along as spasm after spasm just kept rolling through me, all feeling centred in my throbbing cunt. I could feel my juices now mixed with his leaking out of me and swamping his cock. I had been royally satisfied, but more importantly I had satisfied my Lord.



Rachel Ch. 02



I woke up in the middle of the night, lost, confused. I had a strange feeling - where was I? I was in my bed. What was the time? The clock said 3:21. I looked over and there was, Laura, my wife sleeping beside me. She was over the covers lying face down. Her naked butt was highlighted by the soft moonlight streaking between our curtains. She looked fabulous, her long smooth back, her curvy soft ass - a perfect picture of womanliness. And yet that ass was off-limits to me.

The wonderful night with Rachel had only increased my desire for anal sex - I had been reminded how good it was. How satisfying it can be when it is done right. To have a woman so pleased, thrashing around on the end of my dick as she came, proved to me how much a woman can enjoy a good dick up her ass. I felt bad to want something so much that I could not have. But isn't that the very core of human nature?

I lay down and stroked Laura's beautiful big bum and soon drifted off to sleep.

*****

I had not seen Rachel at the gym again. I had not discussed with either Laura or Rachel that I had seen her there before the night at the party. That wonderful night. I didn't know if she had been there to scope me out. If Laura had arranged it all. Or it was a totally random thing that it was the same girl I had fantasied about that I ended up giving it to. God almighty that had been sweet. I started out staying long hours at the gym, I would skip out of work early and stay there for hours, working out a little, just wandering around. I went there every night for two weeks. Laura didn't think there was anything strange about that - yet, but eventually she would work out that I was obsessing about another woman.

The next night as we were going to bed Laura snuggled right up against me. She kissed my arm, my neck, my chest. I leant down and kissed her forehead.

"Good night my love.; I said.

"Good night sweetness. I love you." she replied.

A moment later she said.

"You know I would do anything for you."

I got up on one elbow and looked right in her eyes.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Well, I love you and I want you to be happy."

"I am happy, Laura. I love being with you."

"I know. I just wanted to say it."

I didn't know what to say. Was she saying she wanted me to fuck her ass. I couldn't ask her that, she was probably thinking about something totally different. Trust me to ruin a beautiful moment with a crass comment . What did she mean? Was she talking about the night with Rachel? We hadn't talked about it since - I didn't know how to bring it up. Honestly, other than what she said on the night, I don't know what she thought of it. Did eating out a girl make her feel dirty. Did watching me fuck another woman make her jealous.

I lay down and stared at the ceiling. Passing car headlights traced lines across the ceiling and wall.

"Vince?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you do anything for me?"

That got me sitting up right. "Of course, my love. I would do anything for you. You are my world."

"Okay." she said - and rolled over.

*****

The next day during my lunch break I ran down the street to get a coffee from the corner cafe. I was jogging back up the hill when I nearly ran into a beautiful young woman. She had soft, mid-length blonde hair, small silver earrings and a cute little smile.

"Oh, whoops. Nearly got scalding hot coffee all over you."

"Hi."

"That would have been horrible."

"Hey, Vince."

"Hi." I was puzzled for a moment. Fuck!! It was Rachel. I had been searching for this girl for the last two weeks and then she comes right up to me in the street and I don't recognise her.

"Shit, Rachel. Hi, how are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Okay."

"You, want to get some coffee?"

We sat and chatted about nothing for a while. It was really awkward. I didn't know anything about this girl except she did powerful crunches and liked big dick up her ass. We talked about the weather, and the state of the economy, and how convenient this cafe was. Generally about nothing, really.

"So, what did you what to talk about?" I asked after a moment's silence.

She pushed spilled sugar around on the table absently for a moment.

"I've been thinking about you." she finally mumbled, looking down at the table.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"Your wife had given me a few places to find you to see if I liked you. I saw you perving at me at the gym.

"Fuck, you saw that? I feel like an asshole."

"No. Don't worry." I went into the men's room and watched you shower from a toilet cubical afterwards - so we are even.

My dick sprang up in my shorts thinking of this beautiful woman spying on me. That is so awesome.

I stared at Rachel for a moment. I looked her right in the eye, then took her hand and we stood up together. We walked to the door and out into the street. She held my hand tight and we crossed the street. There was a grand hotel on the opposite corner and we floated across the lobby. The world went quiet around me and I could see only her. She offered no resistance as I paid for a room and we glided up the elevator. Once inside she turned to face me.

My heartbeat thudded through my body, my breathing was deep and slow. I was exhilarated and terrified. I felt like a 15 year old about to get his first kiss. She stared at me confused and concerned. I put and hand on each side of her neck and cupped her chin. I could feel her trembling. I leant in and kissed her. She pushed back against me and we kissed deeply, passionately. I could feel the want in her kiss, she sucked on my lips and licked my tongue.

Eventually we broke. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

"I'm going to go into the bathroom." Rachel said.

She stepped in and closed the door half way only. I went and sat down on the bed. My hands were shaking. I looked al them and say my big heavy gold wedding ring. My promise to Laura to forsake all others till death. But Laura had let me fuck Rachel before. But Laura had been there. This was different, this was sneaky, this was lying. Before I had fucked Rachel's ass - would it not be cheating if I only fucked her ass again. I had already kissed her - was that cheating? I don't know if I could be in bed with this beautiful woman and only fuck her ass.

I could see Rachel getting undressed in the bathroom. I could see her backside, and her reflection in the mirror. She was already naked from the waist up - her small perky breasts pointing straight forward. She then slid her skirt down over her legs - she was wearing beautiful satin panties. They soon followed showing off her smooth little ass, and her little patch of pubic hair above her sweet pussy. She had a tattoo on her hip, a little flower. A rose on a thorny steam. I hadn't seen that before - that shows how much I know about this girl.

It has been said that men cheat and expect to keep all the women - like a modern hareem. And that women cheat, expecting the man to leave their wife and be with them only. I could never leave Laura.

Rachel came out of the bathroom slowly.

"Why are you still dressed?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, and just sat there. Rachel kneeled in front of me and regarded the swelling in the front of my pants. She ran her hands up my legs smoothly and soon rubbed them right over my engorged tip. She went straight for my belt and started undoing it.

"What about Laura?" I managed to squeak.

"Do you think she would like to join us? She was cute."

"Are you bisexual?" I asked.

"No, but I know beautiful, sensual people when I see them, and it is nice to share that energy. But right now I want you. Do you want me to."

"Yes, I do..." I wanted to continue that I felt bad, but Rachel unzipped my fly and had my cock out before I could say anything.

It was enormous! I hadn't seen it so excited for ages - slippery pre-cum was flowing out all over. Rachel swirled the clear ooze all over my throbbing cock head. All I could do was groan.

She stared stroking my cock slowly up and down, squeezing it tight. Tight like her ass. Oh, God her beautiful ass. The ass I have been dreaming of was right here, with me in this room, alone.

Rachel looked me right in the eye as she leaned in, slowly, and kissed the underside of my glistening cock-head. Next her tongue flicked out and licked it, and again, then suddenly she slid her lips right over it. Oh mother of mercy it was glory! Watching her suck cock was beauty in its self, but to have her sweet soft lips sucking on my tender tip was bliss. I lay back and marveled in it.

"Do you like me sucking your cock, Vince?"

"Oh yes, Rachel. I love you sucking my cock. You are so good."

She continued slowly sucking away on my throbbing meat, taking more and more of me into her.

Rachel soon stopped and climbed up on top of me, and looked down at my smiling face.

"This is wonderful, Rachel."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh, yes. Damn me to hell, but yes I want to fuck you."

"I want you to get me off and then fuck my ass."

That did it for me. I picked her up and rolled her over onto her back with me on top. I leant down and sucked on her pert nipples. They were tight and sweet and were soft and beautiful. I sucked hard, sucking part of her breast into my mouth and ground my face in her chest. My hand went down between her legs and found her pussy lips to be wet and slippery. She was as horny as I was. I slipped my finger inside her and she moaned as I gently swirled my finger around her pulsing pussy.

I pulled out and kissed my way up to her neck. I positioned my hot throbbing cock at the opening of her dripping wet pussy. I looked Rachel right in the eye, and thought to myself 'I am consciously deciding to cheat on my wife for the first time ever' and then pushed my way in.

It was beautiful!! Soft and tender, slick and juicy. I pushed and pushed in and then held her tightly, pushing hard against her. Her clit was pressed between us and she started to grind it against me. It was a long while before I could start to pull out so I could fuck her. My strokes started out long and slow. I would hold her tight in between strokes and we would grind her clit against me. I kissed her neck, trembling and shuddering. I was terrified and ashamed and more excited than I had been for a long time.

Soon I felt her start to tighten. She grabbed my back and held me tight, she wrapped her legs around me and pushed with each stroke to force me harder, deeper. One hand crept down and grasped my bum and I pushed, and pushed into her.

Rachel's back arched as she muttered quietly "I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't stop. Oh, God, I'm coming, Arrrrrrgh. Oh God it's so good. I'm still coming, oh its so hard, keep going, oh yeah, ah, oh."

She pulled me even tighter. She kept having end on end orgasms for more than a minute. Finally she started to relax and let me go. I slipped out of her, my cock coated in her juices.

As soon as I was out of her she rolled onto her front and pulled her knees under her. She kept her face on the bed, but stuck her fabulous ass out for me.

I got around behind her and watched in wonder at the beautiful thing presented to me. I leant in and licked her crack. I then spat and slid a finger up and down between her cheeks to find her pucker. It was already relaxed and took a finger in no problems. I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her beautiful ass, then replaced it with two. She slowly relaxed and left them in.

I got up behind her and smeared the hot love juiced from my cock shaft over her hole. What a fabulous sight, glistening and ready. I brought my cock head right up to her ass. I could hardly believe that I got to see this wonderful ass again, let alone fuck it.

"Are you ready, Rachel."

"Yes, Vince. I want your mighty rod in me. I want you in me ass. Please, Vince, give it to me."

I placed slippery cock head against her and pushed gently. Last time i had let her control the rate of penetration, this time I just gave what I thought she could take. Slowly, very slowly I fed my throbbing cock into her wanting ass. Eventually it was all the way in, Rachel was breathing hard and fast. I could feel my heart beating in my cock as it swelling inside her.

We sat there for a moment - my engorged cock stretching her tight ass, our hips pressed together tightly. Slowly I began to move. I came half way out, then forced my way back in again, then three quarters of the way out, slowly reinserted, then all but my cock head out.

"Oh, Vince I love your hot cock fucking my ass. Ah, it's so good."

I was fucking her ass completely now. Good God, it felt like Heaven. My hard throbbing rod was sliding in and out of her tight asshole. I was lost in the moment, a feeling of complete ecstasy rolled over me as I kept pumping hard into Rachel.

Rachel reached down between her legs and started flicking her clit with her finger. "Oh God, Vince, Yeah, keep fucking me, I'm going to cum again. Fuck me, Vince. Fuck my ass. Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhhh, yeah. It's happening! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!! Arrrgh."

Rachel's ass started contracting and squeezed my cock as she came. That sent me over the edge. I kept pumping as my orgasm built inside me, and then finally shot like fire from my cock. I pulled on Rachel's hips and pressed deep inside her as squirt after squirt of my cum sprayed inside her.

Finally we both collapsed beside each other. Rachel curled up beside me and cupped my cock and balls in her hand.



Rachel Ch. 02



This story features mf and mm and mfm activities. If you don't like the thought of this, please don't read it. It's also based in England, using UK English. Your feedback will be welcome!

Our First Meeting Continues

Janice and I lay together for a while, coming down to earth again, then I realised a perfect finish for this particular love making session. I slowly pulled my cock out of her wet cunt, then lay back on the bed. "Rachel, over here, there's a good girl. My cock seems to be very wet - please dry it for me with your tongue."

So I lay back with my arms behind my head and my legs now wide apart, as Rachel came over and knelt down, then bent forward, and licked my cock dry. It felt delightfully arousing to have her lick me, and so humiliating for her to lick the cum and his wife's juices off my still firm penis. As he licked me clean, I smiled across at Janice. 

"God!" I said, "You are a good love maker, Janice, and it's so nice to have a maid to clear up afterwards." Actually, I found Rachel's tongue quite exciting, and felt my self growing again - but that was not for now.

"Now go and dry your wife too!" I ordered, "I'm sure most of my cum will be dribbling out of her by now, so just go and lick it all up, there's a treasure. I'll check you've dried her in just a minute or two, so make sure you do a good job."

Now it was Janice's turn to smile over to me, as she held her legs apart for her husband to lick my cum from her cunt. "Mmmmm...." she purred, "you're not a bad love maker, either. Can't wait for next time!" Rachel, meanwhile, was just tasting my cum and licking it all up, and feeling that hard plug still in his arse. I looked at my watch and it was only 9 o'clock. What would we do for the rest of the night?

Janice was soon to decide. "Oh Rachel, stop slobbering over me - you're supposed to be licking me dry, not dribbling over me. I think it's time you learnt your place, my girl. Now get off me and go and stand at the end of the bed!" 

I watched as Rachel got up off his wife, and did as he was told. "Very sorry, mistress." he almost whispered. "I was trying to lick you dry as I was told." He looked so pathetic, sanding there in his pale pink cardigan, naked from the waist down with his little winkle just hanging like a little stub.

"Well you weren't doing a very good job," responded Janice, slipping a finger between her legs and feeling herself. "Look, I'm still all sticky. Now bend over the bed and wait while I get a tissue to dry myself. Maude, you can stay there and just watch him."

So I moved up into a sitting position and straightened my cardy, watching as Rachel knelt down at the foot of the bed and Janice went off to the bathroom. Slowly I unbuttoned my cardy, to let it hang outside my boobs. I eased my bra into a comfy position, then stroked my firm nipples under the soft wool as I could see Rachel was looking out of the corner of her eye... so I opened my legs wide so she could see all of me - look but not touch. She was still kneeling down, with her head on the bed, when Janice came back.

She walked in, her white cardy buttoned up again, and her breasts bouncing with every step. She had a cane in her hand, and seemed intent on getting down to business. "Right, Rachel, this is for not licking me dry properly!" and she brought the cane down on Rachel's naked bottom. 

I saw him flinch and he let out a small cry of pain. 

"It's no good crying out, you useless girly boy, I'm going to give you six of the best, so take that!" And she brought the cane down again on her husband's arse. 

Again he cried out, and as she reached back, so she undid the top buttons of her cardigan. Now there were only three still holing the wool togther. Again she brought down the cane on his naked bottom, and again she undid a button afterwards. It was strange for me watching, and somehow I felt my cock hardening again at the scene in front of me. Maybe it was Janice's breasts, swaying as she caned him, sometimes hidden by her cardigan, sometimes exposed. Maybe it was the way Rachel just lay there and let herself be punished. I couldn't say why it was, but as I held my cock in my right hand it was certainly getting bigger again.

"I think she needs punishment from both of us, don't you Maude?" Janice smiled over to me, after she'd finished the sixth stroke, and with her cardigan now completely unbuttoned. "Like to come over and give him a good thrashing?"

I got up off the bed, and stood beside Janice, who handed me the cane. "You do the caning, then I'll push his butt-plug in and out a bit - let's take it in turns!" 

So I pulled back my hand, and whipped the cane forward onto Rachel's pink bottom, already marked with the weals of his wife's caning. It smacked hard and I felt my cock harden at the same time. As I lifted the cane again, Janice moved forward and grabbed the butt-plug, pulling it half-way out then pushing it fully back in again. Rachel just moaned. 

Janice moved back to let me strike again, her eyes stopping on my now firm cock sticking out under my jumper. "I can see you're enjoying this, Maude - so am I!" and she winked at me as I brought my second stroke down on Rachel's bottom. 

She cried out again, and moaned again when Janice pushed the plug in and out. I was getting quite carried away now, and just stroked Janice's breast through her cardigan as she arse-fucked her husband. In a moment we were kissing, and I could feel her arm continuing to move the plug in and out as her tongue came in and out of my mouth. God she felt good, and now I was stroking her breasts and groping her damp cunt as my tool hardened to it full size.

"Come on Janice, let's give him something to remember!" I said, breaking off her embrace. "Here, you give him some more strokes and butt-shafting, I'll be back in a mo."

Janice looked puzzled, but I knew there was something I just had to do, so going into the bathroom I found a packet of condoms and quickly pulled one on. 

Going back into the bedroom, Janice was still caning Rachel, who's arse was quite red now. She looked round to see me, then saw my condom-clad tool. "I say, Maude, are you...?" she tailed off, as I moved next to her, and kissed her lips. 

Somehow that was just the signal my cock needed to pump itself fully hard again, and as I heard the cane fall to the floor so I felt Janice's hand around my shaft. It felt divine, knowing she was still shafting her husband's arse with the butt-plug.

"Now, Janice," I smiled, "you give that arse a good shafting, then pull the butt-plug out and hold her cheeks open while I push myself in." 

I don't know what had come over me, but for the first time in my life I wanted to fuck a man's arse, and there was one right next to me, ready and waiting. I stood directly behind Rachel, as Janice held his bottom cheeks open and fingered round his anus, then I grabbed my hands around Rachel's cardigan-covered waist, and pushed my hard bulging cock towards his hole. Despite the oil and the butt-plug, it wasn't easy to slip in - at least nothing like as easy as Janice had been. But I kept up a steady push, holding tight around Rachel's waist as I felt myself slip inside. Rachel was moaning now, but I didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure - or even both. It felt so good to be riding her now, with Janice watching and smiling at me.

"Oh Maude, this looks so good!" she said, "Rachel needed to be punished and this is perfect for her. In fact I'll just get the camera to shoot you in action!" and she moved to get the camera from the side of the bed.

Meanwhile I was just enjoying the tightness of Rachel's arse as I pushed in and pulled out, feeling the grip of his anus along my shaft, and the delightfully soft feel of the wool around his waist. I could keep this up a while yet, I thought, when a sudden flash told me Janice was recording this for later playback. 

"Come and take some up close, so you can see my cock going inside her - that should be a good punishment in months to come!" I smiled, posing a little with my hands behind my head, and my wool-covered breasts pushing forwards.

Janice took a couple more, moving closer, till she sat on the floor underneath, squirming between my legs to get a better view. 

"Oh yes!" she said, " I can see all the action from down here - and I can even play with Rachel's little winkle! Push hard into him, Maude, and I'll try to wank him a bit."

So I kept up my thrusting motion, pushing my cock further into her husband's arse as she started wanking his cock, and tickling his balls. I couldn't see what she was up to, apart form the occasional flash of another photo, but I was getting quite worked up now, and ready to feel that exquisite pleasure of my cum shooting out. 

Suddenly I cried out - because I was now being groped too. Janice was stroking my balls as I pushed into her husband, then I felt her finger move up between my legs, and tickle all round my anus. It was such a gorgeous feeling, and such a gorgeous sight that I nearly came that instant - and knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded inside him.

"Are you ready to be fucked yet, sissy Rachel?" I asked, panting. "Are you ready to feel my cock cum inside you?" 

All I could hear were moans from his submissive body, so I squeezed his waist harder and pushed in a strong thrust. "I said are you ready to be taken - I need an answer now, bitch!"

"Yes, mistress," came the muffled voice of Rachel, "Of course, Miss, please take me now, Miss and cum inside me!"

It was just what I'd been waiting for - complete submission - and I felt my cum now right at the end of my cock. I was panting hard, breathing in time with my shafting, and as Janice pushed her finger inside me, so my orgasm came with a huge spasm of pleasure, and I felt my cock pumping hard inside his body. I kept up my cumming shafts for what felt like ages, so much pleasure all at once was hard to end. Slowly I felt my passions waning, and still breathing hard I looked down to see where Janice was. She'd been lying under me, and was fingering herself now, smiling up at me. 

"Mmmm," she said, "That sure looked good from down here - I can't wait to see all the photos later!"

I pulled my now subsiding cock out of Rachel, and went to the bathroom. I needed a shower now, and no mistake. So stripping off, I turned on the shower and stepped inside.

Outside Janice had stood up, but Rachel still lay on the bed, her mind full of the humiliation's she had so far tonight... could there be more before dawn? Then she felt the strange dripping of my cum from her ass, and wished the shower wasn't occupied... 

(c) 2010 Maudecardy



Rachel Ch. 02



Rachel and I lay in each other's arms for several minutes after our urgent lovemaking. Her head rested against my chest and I breathed in the fragrant perfume of her hair, her wonderful and crowning glory. Eventually she lifted her head and smiled. 

'Well, John, you certainly do love me,' she whispered, 'I think you came twice when you went inside me.'

'I love you more than my life, darling Rachel,' I replied. 'How am I going to manage without you when you go away to university?'

She pondered for a while and then said with a mischievous grin, 'Oh, you'll manage. You've plenty of photos of me to masturbate over and I'll leave you this black slip and these panties to help you.'

'Rachel, stop it,' I chided, 'don't cheapen our relationship with such crude talk. I'm surprised at you.'

'Come off it, Uncle..er, John,' she teased, 'I know full well what you must have got up to all these years before you finally owed up to your feelings for me. You had a stiff cock for me that time on holiday a few years ago and I know why you disappeared so quickly. You had to relieve yourself, didn't you?'

I murmured my assent, realising that this beautiful girl wasn't quite as innocent as I had naively thought. Our eyes met and a sudden mutual understanding seemed to hold the promise of a deeply satisfying sexual adventure together.

Rachel suddenly took hold of my hand and placed it on her silky black slip.

'Feel it, John,' she breathed, 'isn't this the reason you were able to come twice? Couldn't you feel it slithering up and down against your thighs as you made love to me? This slip is so special to me and so very erotic. I had no idea about slips until Mum introduced them to me. In fact, she gave me this one from her collection.'

I noticed that she suddenly seemed awkward and her face looked flushed.

'Rachel,' I replied, 'my mind's in a whirl... yes, I have to confess that your slip is really sensual and I guess it did help to send me over the edge a second time. Anyway, what's this about your mother? I remember a while earlier you said something about you and she 'having a thing together' with slips? What did you mean exactly?'

Rachel then proceeded to recount the time when she and Louise, her mother and my sister, were about to get ready for a wedding when a discussion about slips led to their making love together both dressed in slips and bra and panties. It seemed that a mutual, and for Rachel, a new-found love of nylon slips had led to a whole new perspective on their relationship.

I listened with growing fascination as hidden depths were being revealed in this beautiful girl, and I was conscious also that my cock was hardening inexorably to its full height as she shared this deeply secret passion with me. 

'Oh, John, I'm sorry, you must be shocked to hear this, but it just happened -- Mum and I have found a special way to enjoy our lingerie together and we love each other even more now.' Rachel looked at me as if to elicit my approval, but a glance at my rigid penis was her answer.

She studied me with her limpid brown eyes. 'Would you like to experience what a slip can do for you, John?' she asked, her voice thick with desire.

I nodded and she motioned for me to sit on the settee. I watched in fascination as she stood in front of me and slowly slid her little black half slip down her legs and removed it, clutching it in her hand. She then knelt and proceeded to gently rub the slip against my thighs and over my throbbing erection. As she did so, she tossed her head back and forth, cascading her glorious soft hair against my legs. My head swam in a blur of delight. This was almost sensory overload. Her lovely hair and the soft black delight of her slip were working a special magic.

'Feel my silk encase your cock, John. Think how much you love me and love my silk,' her voice cracked with emotion as she tightly covered my hardness with the soft black nylon and then slowly, oh so gently, wanked me. The pre-cum was oozing from my cock head through the material as very gradually she sped up her ministrations. As the dam was about to burst, she stopped, leant forward and kissed me.

'Oh God, Rachel, finish me off, please,' I begged, as once more she tossed her head and draped her soft hair over my face.

'I love you, John -- so much', she whispered in my ear, 'and isn't it so good that we can share this slip love together?'

'Darling Rachel, oh yes, oh yes.....' my voice trailed off as she resumed the intense pumping of my cock through the nylon. Anticipating the impending climax, Rachel increased the speed, her slim hand wrapped around my shaft and her thumb expertly placed at the tip and at the most sensitive point. Then suddenly the eruption, as my whole body shook with the surge of utter desire and I watched in delight as the cum welled up and seeped through the waiting nylon. Rachel wanked me through to completion then leant forward and kissed me tenderly.

'You love my slip,' she breathed, 'and I think it loves you too.'

I smiled and sighed in contentment. Life was good.

Following our morning's exertions Rachel and I dressed and I made us both a sandwich and a coffee. Rachel was back in her student garb of t-shirt and faded jeans, but she still looked gorgeous. As she came downstairs with her case she tossed me her wet slip.

'Here, John,' she called, 'something to remember me by. Keep it safe and we'll enjoy it again when I come back for the holidays. You have my permission to cum into it as often as you like, but make sure it's clean before I next wear it!'

Thanking her, I bundled the slip into my attaché case near my desk.

'Won't you need it at university?' I asked.

'No, John,' she replied, 'it's strictly grunge when you're a student. I'll be in jeans most of the time and anyway, I don't want to get guys going by wearing a skirt and perhaps flashing some slip. That's reserved strictly for you!'

Rachel laughed in her delightful way, tossing back her mane of soft hair. Over lunch she chatted animatedly about her plans for the future and how she wanted to be a teacher when she graduated and then, suddenly changing the subject, came this bolt from the blue;

'I've just thought -- John, when you take me home this afternoon and if we go soon, we'll have a good couple of hours before Mum gets back from shopping in town. She's never back before 6pm. And then, just think, we can have a look at Mum's slips and perhaps have a bit of fun before she gets back. That's if you're up to it. Better have another sandwich to keep your strength up!'

'Stop it,'I replied, 'I may be older than you but I've still got plenty in reserve.'

Rachel came up to me and playfully kissed me on the cheek.

'Come on, let's go, you poor old thing!'

Half an hour later we were at Rachel's front door and, helping her in with her case, we made our way upstairs, firstly to Rachel's room where she deposited her things and then to her mother's bedroom. I was beginning to feel apprehensive about Rachel's plan and being in my sister's bedroom made me feel uneasy. Louise was my adoptive sister who had been with us since the age of ten and I had always regarded her as very much part of the family. And so being suddenly in her private space seemed wrong and I shared my doubts with Rachel. 

'Listen, John,' she said, 'don't get so hung up about Mum. You and I are sort of relatives and then, what about me going with my Mum in the way we have? These things happen. Chill out a bit.'

Rachel looked at me quizzically.

'Come on, let's not waste time,' she urged, 'Mum's slip and panty drawer is over here.'

She took me by the hand and led me to the wardrobe which she indicated for me to open. With trembling hands I opened the double door to reveal a profusion of dresses on hangars and then, to the right, were two drawers; one contained a collection of silky nylon panties of various colours and styles and then, in a heart stopping moment, I looked at the second drawer which was full of delightful full and half slips, most in nylon but some in satin.

'Oh, my God,' I gasped, 'this is wonderful'

I turned to look at Rachel, who smiled knowingly and indicated for me to take them out.

'It's OK,' she urged, 'Mum will probably think I've been messing with her slips. She knows how much I love them now. Take them out and let's have a look.'

Without further prompting I took the precious silky bundle from the drawer and deposited it on Louise's bed. Between us we then sifted through the slips in delight, noting the different styles, the various patterns of lace on the bodices and hems and the contrasting softness of the nylon, some in a heavier weave than others.

My cock was rising to the occasion by now and I felt an overwhelming desire to undress and put on one of the slips. I was in uncharted waters and realised I was heading for a wonderful new experience. Rachel by now had beaten me to it. Slipping out of her jeans and t-shirt she had picked up a dark blue full slip and was in the process of smoothing it down her slim frame. Standing in front of the mirror she preened and posed. She looked wonderful. The slip had beautiful deep lace at the bodice and two inches of lace at the hem and it was made of a lustrous and heavy nylon.

'Come on, John,' she teased, 'I want to see you in one of Mum's slips. She had read my thoughts and I realised now there was no going back. Struggling free of my clothes, I stood with my cock now fully erect, picking up and fondling the different slips in an increasing fever of desire. I looked appealingly at Rachel.

'It'll be fine, John,' she indicated the slip I had chosen, 'Mum's a size 38 so it should fit you. You're slim enough.'

I slid the rose pink full slip over my head and smoothed it down my body. Again, like the one Rachel was wearing, it was beautifully adorned with lace, which rasped against me delightfully, and the silky nylon was of the heavier variety which sent shivers of delight coursing through me. My straining shaft pushed against the nylon, causing a 'tenting' effect and to my horror a dark patch of pre-cum was already evident on Louise's pristine slip.

Before I knew it, Rachel had pulled me to her and was gently rubbing herself against me. The feeling of nylon on nylon was exquisite.

'God, you're so hard,'she breathed, as we kissed and squirmed together. She led me on to the bed where we lay together in the soft pile of slips.

'Don't come inside me this time,' she whispered, 'I want you to make me come through the slips'. Rachel moaned in anticipation as I kissed her passionately and, through the layers of silk, I worked my throbbing cock against her clitoris, urging the silkiness to take her over the edge.

'Oh, John, I'm cumming,' Rachel yelled and thrashed her arms against the bed. 'Oh...my...God...'

She reached her climax and I could hold back no longer. My cum pumped through my slip into the waiting nylon of Rachel's.

As my orgasm subsided I clung to my darling girl and we smiled at each other in deep contentment. 

After lying in each other's arms in a blissful reverie, a sudden realisation dawned on us that Louise would be back any minute.

We dressed hurriedly and then Rachel expertly folded the slips and put them back in the drawer. We smoothed down the counterpane on the bed and Rachel surveyed her work.

'There, she'll never notice,' she announced confidently.

'But these wet slips?' I asked, proffering them to her.

'Hang on to them, John, and enjoy them again. Mum has so many slips now that she probably won't realise. And if she does, I shall say I borrowed them. Come on, you'd better go now.'

Rachel came downstairs with me and at the front door we said our goodbyes.

'I love you, Rachel, and I shall miss you so much.' Tears started to prick in my eyes.

'I love you too, John, and look, it's only a few months. I'll be back at Christmas. I'll phone you every day, I promise.' She waved as I walked down the drive to my car, clutching the slips which, with Rachel's, were precious reminders of the most wonderful day of my life.



Rachel Ch. 02



For the last 8 months I have been having an affair with Mr Gorgeous. As we are both married I feel it is best not to reveal his name, especially as his is not very common. It began as a quick, exciting fuck in the stockroom in work. It was the first time I had ever been with a black guy and the effect on me I can't describe. That day after work I got home and took a long, hot shower before my husband finished his late shift. When I peeled off my panties they were filled with dry cum from my first time with Mr Gorgeous.

When my husband got home that night I was already in bed. I heard him downstairs having a bite to eat before he came up. As he got in he snuggled up to me and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his cock begin to stiffen against my bare arse. I parted my legs and reached down between them, taking hold of his erect cock. It barely filled my hand. I guided him towards my pussy and felt him push into me in one quick thrust. As I closed my eyes I thought back to that afternoon, Mr Gorgeous taking me from behind with his lovely, thick cock. As my husband fucked me I could barely feel it inside me. I reached down to play with my clit, but before I could start Eric had already cum. 

"Mmm that was great Rachel," he said.

"Get my dildo Eric, I need to cum too," I demanded.

I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs, my pussy oozing his cum. He didn't need telling, he got down between them and started to lick up his cum from my large, swollen lips as he slide the dildo into me. He has always enjoyed the taste of his own cum which I have always found a little strange. As he began to push the dildo into me a thought entered my mind...if this was real it would be the third cock that had been inside me today. And my husbands was the smallest. His tongue was licking my clit as the dildo fucked me, I knew it wouldn't take much longer as that familiar feeling rose deep inside me and my orgasm grew.

"Ohhh yes I'm cumming Eric."

He sucked on my clit as the dildo pushed me over the edge.

"Mmmmm yesssssss."

As we lay there I told him about my find on the computer, about the hidden folder with his collection of interracial porn. About the videos I had watched of cuckold husbands being humiliated by their wives and girlfriends.

"I'm sorry Rachel, it's just a fantasy," he replied.

"Is it, or is that what you would really like from me."

"Well, I , erm...."

"I thought so Eric, you do, don't you? You want to see me with a black guy?"

"It turns me on Rachel, I can't help myself. But I would never ask you to do it. But I fantasise about being cuckolded, about you fucking and sucking lots of big, black cocks while I watch and wank my little cock. I love you so much and I know you deserve more than I can give you."

"If it was to happen Eric, there could be no going back from something like that."

"Are you saying you would do it then?" he asked.

I looked down and saw his little cock beginning to harden. It used to take him at least an hour to get an erection after he had already cum. It was obviously turning him on, the thought that I might join him in his fantasy.

"Go to the laundry basket Eric, there is a pair of panties on the top with my work trousers, bring the panties to me."

As he walked back in I could see his cock was now fully hard, all 5.5" of it. He held out my panties, but I knew he had already looked at them as I haven't seen his cock stand so erect for years.

"I don't want them, they are for you," I told him. 

He looked at the cotton lining in the crotch, all covered in dry cum.

"Sniff them Eric."

He did as I asked, and as he did his hand went to his cock. He began to wank as he sniffed in the dried cum.

"Lick them," I told him.

His flicked out his tongue and slowly licked at the crotch.

"I fucked a black guy in work today Eric, and he came inside me. That's his cum you are licking right now."

As soon as I those words left my lips he came, just a dribble of cum over his fingers. Pathetic.

"This is what you wanted isn't it?"

"Oh yes Rachel, it is, I'm sorry I'm such a pathetic lover. I want you to be happy and I will do anything to make that happen."

So that was how it started. A double confession. Me to Eric, and him to me.

A few days later Mr Gorgeous appeared at my work just as I was getting ready to close up, everyone else had gone home for the night. I locked the door and turned out the showroom lights before leading him into the office. He never said a word, he just looked me up and down as he devoured me with his eyes. He looked at my name badge. 

"So, your name is Mrs Wilcock. Maybe it should be Mrs Lovescock," he laughed.

"Show me, he demanded."

I began to undress for him, stripping down to my bra and panties. I could see the bulge forming in his jeans.

I slide my panties down my legs and sat on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs to show him my freshly shaved pussy. 

"Open it, he told me."

I reached down and held my pussy lips open to show him my pink, wet hole. He walked up to me and began to slowly rub my clit in a circular motion between two fingers.

I reached for his jeans and pulled open the buttons. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his thick black cock already half hard. He took it into his hand and began to rub it up and doen my pussy lips, pausing every now and then to tease my pink, wet hole.

"Please, fuck me?"

"Guide me in with your left hand Mrs Wilcock."

I reached for his cock, my wedding ring shining as I grasped his thick, black cock. I held the thick head of his cock at my pussy and held it there as he slowly pushed it into my tight, wet hole. 

He held it half inside me, already as deep as Eric had ever been. I could feel his cock getting harder, thicker as the blood engorged his cock. He reached behind me and unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts. His big, black hands reached for them, squeezing them, playing with my hard, pink nipples as he slowly began to push more of his cock inside me.

I was in extasy as he began to fuck me on my desk, my clit throbbing as he increased his pace, his heavy balls slapping against my arse as he fucked me, his fingers toying with my erect nipples. Without warning he pulked out and dropped to his knees, sucking eagerly on my clit.

I came, hard.

"Ooh yes, yesssss, I moaned."

He was quickly on his feet, pulling me up and turning me around. My legs could barely hold me up but he pushed me face down over the desk and forced his cock back inside my wet pussy. He gripped tightly onto my hips as he thrust deep into me.

I closed my eyes as he fucked me, enjoying the feeling of utter helplessness as he pounded me hard and deep, fucking me like never before. Then i felt a finger probing, pushing, sliding into my virgin arse.

"Oh my God..oh my God, I moaned in pleasure."

"You like that Rachel, my finger in your arse as I fuck you?"

All i could do was moan with lust as I thought of my husband Eric sniffing my cum filled panties. I squeezed my pussy as tight as I could on his cock, milking him as thrust harder, deeper.

"I'm cumming slut," I heard him say. For a moment the word shocked me, but as i felt him unload a flood of cum inside me I knew that was the perfect name for me.

Slut. That is what I have become. A cheating, married slut for black cock.



Rachel Ch. 02



She moved up her hands and pushed the sides of her tits together for me, increasing the pressure and I let go of her nipples and placed my hand on each side of her head for better balance whilst I increased the pace. 

I was panting hard and could feel myself about to reach the point of no return. "I'm going to come" I said and thrust forward only for Rachel to release her tits and I had nothing to fuck.

"Play with yourself" she ordered, "I want to see you come"

I sat up over her tits and started rubbing my cock up and down as hard and fast as I could. "Oh yes, rub that big beautiful cock!"

"I'm coming" I groaned, "Come for me, come for me, shoot on my tits" she cried, and I came harder than I ever remembered coming. My thick come spurted from my cock and drenched her face, she opened her mouth to catch the drops as I spurted again, this time over her mouth, in her eye, in her hair. The last spurts didn't carry as far and landed on her tits. "Sorry, I'm not a very good shot" I said. Rachel just smiled, licked as far around her mouth as she could and then pulled me forward , still with one eye closed with sticky cum dripping from her eyelashes. She took my cock into her mouth and milked it dry then let it fall out of her mouth and I fell, drained, into her arms.



Rachel Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Letter

A couple of weeks after my adventures down at the garage I plucked up the courage to have another go at doing an ‘accidental’ flash. I’d become so aroused by my previous flashes that I’d become addicted to the feelings exhibitionism gave me. This time, I decided to treat my postman to a sight of my naked body. 

I had to plan the flash quite carefully, and decided to post myself a recorded delivery letter that would need signing for. I reckoned that the letter would arrive on Saturday morning and Steve, the postman, would have to knock on my door to get my signature. He usually delivered the post at about nine in the morning, so I got up a little earlier than usual to decide on my outfit. After showering I put on my very short black silk kimono. It’s a bit too small for me; my large breasts are barely contained by the material even if the belt is wrapped tightly around. I adjusted the lapels to make sure that most of my soft white breasts were on display, leaving my nipples just hidden behind the silky material. I’m quite tall, so the hem of the kimono only just managed to cover my pussy. At the back the bottom of my ass cheeks were on display.

Waiting nervously in my hallway, I kept checking the time, hoping that Steve would call soon. I felt pretty silly standing there waiting like that, like some kind of black spider waiting for their prey. Luckily the bell rang just before nine, and my adventure could begin. 

I checked my outfit, making sure that it was revealing enough, but not too obvious. While pretending to yawn as if I’d just been woken, I opened the door. Steve looked up at me and gasped. Smiling, I joked, “Morning Steve thanks for getting me out of bed so early! What is it?”

“I’ve got a recorded delivery letter for you Miss Lethem. Would you mind signing for it please?” As Steve spoke, his eyes gave me a good look over, starting at my breasts and moving down to my long, bare legs. 

I replied, “Sure, have you got a pen?”

“I did have, but it must have fallen out of my bag. I couldn’t borrow one of yours could I?” 

Sensing my chance to take things a bit further I nodded and turned back into the hallway. As I went off to get a pen, I made sure that I gave my bottom a casual rub, hopefully pulling up the material to let Steve have a better look at my bottom. I found a biro in the kitchen and made my next move, loosening the belt of the kimono so that it would fall open with the slightest movement. There was only an inch or two of overlap separating my nakedness from full exposure!

I gingerly walked back out to Steve, hoping that the kimono would stay decent until I could get closer. He offered the pad to sign and I leant over to print my name. As I expected, this forward movement was enough to make the kimono finally gape open, the belt untying itself almost straight away. I could sense Steve’s hot breath on my neck as I scribbled my signature. I decided to pretend that I hadn’t realised what had happened, standing up straight with the silky material merely framing my large soft white breasts, erect nipples and pussy.

“Have you got the letter for me then?” I asked.

Steve fumbled around in his bag while I waited, at the same time not taking his eyes off my nakedness. I appeared intent on looking at him while he searched, keeping up the pretence that I didn’t know that my body was on display. Eventually he found the letter and almost regretfully passed it to me - I’m sure he was disappointed that my show was about to be cut short. I sensed his disappointment and decided to prolong things a bit more. As I made small talk, barely listening to his answers, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted to reach down and rub myself, but had to restrain my feelings. My small pink nipples felt as if they were about to explode as I became more aroused. I realised I’d have to stop things before they went too far.

“Well, thanks for the letter Steve – I’d better go and get dressed now.” I looked down casually and gasped in mock horror as I realised I was exposed. As I pulled the kimono together I blurted out, “Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m sorry about this.” Steve’s face blushed bright red, and he mumbled that it was OK. 

Clutching the kimono tightly around myself, I waved as he went off down my path. After I had closed the door I immediately ripped off the gown and set about pleasuring myself with a long, hard orgasm. I was beginning to really like this exhibitionist life…



Rachel Ch. 03



I awoke after a few hours and stretched lazily. Harry snored lightly next to me. I lay my head on his chest and heard the deep beating of his heart. His cock lay passively on his thigh.

I reached out my hand and lightly touched it. It was warm to the touch, the skin silky. I wrapped my fingers around it and gently pumped it a couple of times. Slowly, it started to swell in my hand. I pumped it a few more times, fascinated as it continued to enlarge. 

Mesmerized, I continued to slowly stroke it until it had reached its full size. The head seemed to be the size of a tangerine. It twitched with each stroke. I could see his balls beginning to draw up. It began to change color from a light flesh tone to a reddish purple. 

My head lying on his chest began to move up and down faster as his breathing became somewhat erratic. I watched as a small droplet of clear liquid formed at the slit. The head of his cock seemed to suddenly double in size and took on an even deeper purplish hue as he groaned. 

Suddenly, a thick glob of white liquid shot out of the slit and splattered me right between the eyes. It felt hot on my skin. A second glob quickly followed and hit me on my nose and ran down to my lips. The third hit me on the chin and several smaller globs landed on his stomach. The final few throbs of his cock produced some that drooled down my fingers.

I raised my head and looked up at him to see that he hadn't even awakened. I kissed the receding tip of his cock and slipped from the bed. Grabbing a towel from the galley, I cleaned the cum from my face as I made my way on deck still naked.

Harry had hung a shower bag from the mast earlier so I could take a shower. It was hot now so I proceeded to wet myself and lather up. A few moments later I was clean and refreshed, so I decided to take some sun on the foredeck.

After spreading a towel on the deck, I lay down. I closed my eyes and began to think about how wonderful the last twenty-four hours had been. Just yesterday, I had never tasted the sweet throes of orgasm. Now, I couldn't seem to get enough. I was fascinated by Harry's cock. I wanted to feel it everywhere. 

My hands began to roam over my body as my mind saw his cock again. I felt my nipples harden under my touch, electric charges shooting from them to my brain. My fingers danced over my flat stomach to the silky down triangle. For the first time in my life, I touched myself with sexual desire.

I slowly began to explore my slit. I was very wet and slippery. I put a finger inside. It felt good! I raised the finger to my lips and tasted. How about that? I tasted good! I accidentally touched a small nub at the top of my slit and jerked. Mmmmmm, it felt so good. 

I started lightly rubbing the little button and gasped. My thighs were spread as wide as possible and quivering. My breathing came in short, ragged gasps. Harder I rubbed, until, with a suddenness that startled me, I came. It was like I had been saving up for all these years and now I could cum with the slightest provocation. 

I put my finger inside myself again and discovered I was literally soaking. My juice had run out of me, leaving a large wet spot on the towel. Slowly, my breathing returned to normal. Yes indeed, I do believe I like this sex thing!

I heard a noise off to my left and opened my eyes to see what the commotion was. Another sailboat was pulling in to anchor a short distance from us. I leapt to my feet and quickly wrapped the towel around my body. A couple was in the cockpit of their boat and they were grinning widely as they waved. I scurried below to throw on my bikini, glowing beet red. I hoped they hadn't seen me playing with myself.

Harry came out of the cabin with a pair of shorts on. "Company?"

I nodded. He came over to me and hugged me. "I had the most delicious dream." He shot me a quizzical look.

I grinned broadly. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Most definitely. Want to go for a visit?"

"Ok, but I need to tell you something first." I related to him what I had been doing when I heard them approaching. He let out a loud guffaw and told me not to worry. If they were true sailors, they were probably clothing optional too.

We went topside and climbed into our dingy. Casting off, we motored the short distance over to their boat. "Ohoy!" Harry called out.

A man of about thirty appeared from belowdecks and smiled. "Come on aboard!" he called, waving us up.

We climbed up the boarding ladder at the stern and stepped into the cockpit. "I'm Harry and this is Rachel." Harry said, extending his hand.

"George. My wife Julia is below." 

They shook hands and George turned to me with a broad grin. "I think we saw you earlier. Didn't mean to startle you." 

I could feel myself blushing as he shook my hand. 

"C'mon below. We were just making a cocktail. Care for one?"

Harry, never one to turn down a free drink, followed George into their cabin. I stayed close behind. It was a beautiful cabin, all in rich teak. A very attractive redhead was mixing drinks in the galley. She was slightly taller than me and a little more voluptuous, probably a 36 or 38 C broaching on D. she had a bikini top on and a beach wrap around her waist. She beamed a smile at us as she handed out the drinks. "I hope vodka and tonic is ok?"

It was ok with Harry but I hadn't even tasted vodka before. I took a tentative sip and found it to not be that bad. We retired to their salon and sat down.

"Where you out of?" Harry inquired.

"Panama City, you?" George was talking to Harry but looking at me.

"Saint Joe." As Harry took another sip.

We continued to make small talk as we sipped our drinks. They must have made them strong for I started to feel a bit light headed. Harry seemed unaffected.

A little while later, we were back in our dingy headed back to our boat. "Interesting couple, huh?" Harry asked.

I nodded. Why is it that everything seemed to make me horny? I eyed Harry and smiled mischievously. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're gonna kill me, you know?"

"Ahh, but what a way to go, Harry." We both laughed.

After tying up, we went below where I literally attacked him. He must of liked it for he was instantly hard. He stripped my bikini from me and bent me over the dinette table. He didn't even bother to take his shorts off, just unzipped and pulled his raging hard on out. This was not to be lovemaking, but pure lust..

He pressed my knees apart and I felt him probing my slit with his cock. Suddenly, I felt him push into me all the way to the hilt. My breath left me in a whoosh. He grabbed my hips in his hands so he could really pound me. Our bodies slammed together again and again.

I knew neither he nor I would last very long at that pace and sure enough, Harry let out a roar as he buried himself as deep as he could and began to pour his seed into me. This sent me over the edge too and I let out a long low moan.

Harry collapsed on top of me on the table and we stayed like that regaining our breath. He pulled his withering cock from me and stood up. I turned and faced him on shaky knees. "You know, I could get very used to this." I said with a smile. 

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 03



Finally we both collapsed beside each other. Rachel curled up beside me and cupped my cock and balls in her hand. She started to slowly stroke my cock and I was amazed to see it slowly stir into life again. I could not believe what this woman could do for me. In only a moment my dick was fully engorged again. Rachel spat in her hand and lubed my cock with her saliva. She slowly stroked me up and down. The sensation was incredible.

"Rachel. What are you doing?"

"I want to see you come, Vince. I have felt it and it seems incredible. Now I want to see it. I want to see your juice leap from your hard cock."

I couldn't argue with that and leant in to suckle one of her pert little breasts. I stroked the other with my hand.

"Pull on them, Vince. Pull on my nipples."

I pinched the one in my fingers and sucked hard on the one in my mouth.

"Oh, yeah - I like that. Harder."

I pulled so hard that her breasts were lifted up off her body into pointy towers. I twisted the nipple in my fingers and Rachel groaned in approval. I nibbled on the one in my mouth almost to the point of biting it.

Rachel sat up and dripped saliva from her mouth onto her fast moving hand. She pumped me faster, and faster. I started to feel another orgasm starting low down in my belly.

"Ohh, Rachel, that is so good. You are so good at tugging my cock."

She just increased the pace, and squeezed me tighter.

"Ohh, I'm getting close. Oh, yeah, I'm going to come soon."

Rachel slowed her pumping right down but kept the pressure up on my cock. Slow hard strokes eventually pushed me up to a long, hard, intense orgasm. I arched my back and strained my muscles. "Arrrgh." I groaned as my orgasm peaked and my first shot flew high into the air.

Rachel squealed in delight at seeing my come leap forth. Again cum squirted from my cock and Rachel exclaimed again.

"Oh, Vince, that is so cool. I love watching you come. At the party when you shot on my back it gave me shivers. It reached so high up my back. I when you came up my ass I could feel it shooting into me - you have such a powerful come."

When I had finished coming I lay still panting. Rachel slid up beside me and kissed me right on the lips.

'Oh shit, here it comes' I thought. 'You should leave you wife and stay with me and we can fuck like this all the time.' I didn't want to hear it.

I kissed Rachel back, hard, but briefly and went straight to the shower. I made sure to lock the door to the bathroom.

What was I doing? I had skipped out on work to fuck some girl I hardly know. I had cheated on my wife for the first time in our wonderful marriage - why? Why, Goddamn it?

My boss had been furious at me for disappearing for hours. Just stepped out for coffee and didn't come back until late in the afternoon. I couldn't hear him though. I was racked with guilt about what I had done to Laura. I knew how I would feel about her sleeping with other guys, and I was doing that to her. I hated myself. I didn't know what to do.

I crept back into my house, reeking of guilt. I had gone to the gym and washed my cock over and over to get every last bit of Rachel off me. I didn't know what to do. Laura and I had always been proud of how honest we were with each other. We believed that lying was the root of all evil, and that if we were open and free with each other, then we could overcome any problem. We believed that hiding problems only made them worse. But this was the first major test of our belief, and I was terrified. I called out for Laura, but she was not home. That was strange - she was usually home before me. I searched the house, but she was not there. There wasn't a note or anything else either. I made myself a sandwich and sat down in front of the TV.

A few hours later, at about 10 o'clock, the phone rang.

"Hi Vince, baby."

"Laura! I was worried about you."

"I've been getting a surprise ready for you. I want you to come and meet me somewhere."

She gave me the address and I left right away.

When I pulled up to the place I was a little surprised. It wasn't a cafe, or a club, or a shop - it was a residence. There was a big corvette in the driveway. Laura's car was outside on the street. I parked behind her and went up to the front door.

I had to wait a moment before I could knock. I was confused, and scared, and I still felt very guilty. When the door was answered there was a tall muscular man with short blond hair. I was terrified - was this Laura's lover? Was I here to be told that my marriage was a lie and that she had been cheating on me all this time? He told me his name but I couldn't hear him. He invited me inside. Laura was in the lounge, standing with a drink in her hand.

"Vince, this is Steve."

"Yeah, we just met."

"Come here and give me a kiss, love."

I went over to her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. As I pulled away she grabbed me and kissed me again - hard, long, passionate. She gave me her 'I want you' eyes. I was so confused. She then looked puzzled.

"Is something wrong, love?"

"I just don't understand." I said. I couldn't look her in the eye.

"Sit down, love. Sit with me."

We all sat down. Steve handed me a drink - a martini. We sat there looking at each other for a while.

"I found Steve on the internet, Vince." Laura finally said.

I looked at her, sad and unsure.

"I have been thinking about that night. The party at Johnny's place."

I looked over at Steve, did he know?

"The night that you fucked Rachel in the ass." Laura said. I choked. I guess he knows now. "Do you remember when I asked you if you would do anything for me?" I looked at Laura; I couldn't say anything for a moment.

"Do you want me to watch while you fuck Steve?" I asked.

Laura smiled and kissed me.

"You are sweet to offer, honey. But I want to watch YOU fuck Steve."

That stopped me. I looked over at Steve and saw him smiling. Shit, he really wanted to fuck me. My wife has set me up with a gay guy. And I was worried about him fucking her. Shit, shit, shit.

"Come over here, Steve."

Steve moved over to sit beside me. I was sandwiched between Laura and Steve. 

"Shall I start things off?" Laura said. She put her drink down and knelt between my legs. She stroked my thighs and slowly undid my belt. I looked over at Steve. He was grinning widely. Laura unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants and boxers. My cock had already sprung to attention, damn-it. Laura gently held my cock in her hand and licked up the underside of my shaft, up to the head, which she kissed a few times before opening her mouth and taking me in. Oh, how much I loved the way Laura sucked my cock. I lay back and enjoyed it. Soon Laura let go and came up to kiss me on the mouth. She was hot and excited and I could taste my juices on her tongue. While we were kissing someone started sucking my cock. It took me a moment to realise that it must be Steve. I disengaged from Laura's mouth and stared in shocked fascination as this guy. This big man slowly took my shaft in his mouth. Fuck, he was good at it though. I suppose no one knows how to please a cock like someone who owns a cock. Laura knelt down beside Steve and started licking my shaft on Steve's up strokes. Soon he swapped with Laura and she sucked my tip while he licked my shaft. His stubbly chin scratched my belly - and I liked it. Then they both came to the tip and started kissing each other over my swollen knob. It was like a strange twist on a fantasy - two people sucking my cock - but one of them was a GUY!!!

Suddenly they stood up and Laura took me by my hands and made me stand too. She started taking my clothes off me as Steve undressed beside me. Once I was naked, Laura took her clothes off too. There we were, Steve's cock sticking out, Laura's beautiful breast and bum on display. Laura held my hand and took Steve's hand in her other one. She kissed him on the lips, deeply, then turned and kissed me with the same intensity. Could I taste him? Laura went back and kissed Steve's neck, then his shoulder. She turned him around and kissed his back, slowly moving down. When she got to his waist they both knelt down. She kissed his bum, she bit it a little, then he bent over and she licked his ass. She made long strokes with her tongue along his crack, then lingered over his tight little pucker. She swirled her tongue over his ass hole and slowly inserted her tongue in. I was staring in fascination - this was a highly erotic sight and my cock strained and oozed pre-come. My wife kept tonguing Steve's ass until it was dripping wet. Still kneeling behind him, Laura turned to me, took hold of my dick and brought me over. She made me kneel beside her and pointed my dick at Steve's ass. His bum was distinctly male, muscular and firm. I felt powerless to resist, the bulging tip of my cock slowly inching closer to his dripping ass. Laura crept around behind me and pushed me forward. The dick touched his skin - an electric shock ran through me and my own ass tightened. Laura took hold of my hips and made my dick run over Steve's ass cheek, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum which glistened in the light. The tip of my dick traced up to the top of Steve's crack and then slowly down between his cheeks. Steve put his hands on his bum and pulled his cheeks apart exposing his brown eye. Very soon my dick touched his pucker, and it winked at me.

"Come on, Vince. You have know idea how exciting this is for me." Laura said. "Do it for me. Stick your dick in him. Fuck his ass. Put on a show for me, love."

I thought about how guilty I felt before and how much I had wanted Laura to be happy with me. I felt like Laura was black mailing me into doing this and I could not fight her.

I put my hands on Steve's hips and started to push my cock into his ass. Very, very slowly. He opened for me and grunted as I slowly fed my cock into his ass. It did feel good though. Laura kept hold of my hips and started kissing my neck and shoulders. Eventually my cock was all the way inside him. He felt different from a girl, more muscular, and not as tight. His muscled buttocks were pressed against my pelvis.

"How are you doing, Steve?" I asked.

"God you've got a great cock, Vince." he replied, his voice deep and resonate.

'A pleasure to oblige' I thought to myself.

"Go on now, honey." Laura said. "Fuck him. Fuck him for me."

I slowly withdrew my dick, and then gently reinserted it. Then again, a little faster.

Steve moaned in delight. "Oh yeah - that's the shit. Give it to me you stud."

It was bizarre to hear those kind of things in a man's voice.

I picked up my rhythm and started bouncing my hips off his firm buttocks. Laura moved off to one side and left me to it. She sat down on a couch to watch us. To watch her husband fucking a man in the ass. She looked delighted.

I closed my eyes and got into what i was doing. I was really enjoying myself. Steve continued moaning.

"Oh yeah, like that, that feels good, keep going, yeah suck my cock."

What was that?? I looked down and Laura was underneath Steve licking his cock head as I pounded his ass. She couldn't keep hold of his dick as it moved back and forth with my thrusts, but he was getting a good cock licking, God yeah!

"Agh, oh, I'm getting close." I said.

Laura jumped up "Stop, pull out of him!" she cried.

I stopped suddenly. What did she want?

She came up close to me and held me. She kissed my neck and my cheek.

"Vince, honey. I want Steve to fuck you now."

I tensed up and stared at her right in the face.

"You want what??" I almost shouted.

"Vince. Listen to me. How can you keep on expecting people to take your dick in their ass, when you don't know what it feels like to have a dick in your ass? You are being a bit of a hypocrite, love. But if after this, you still feel that the pleasure you get from it is worth the discomfort I get - then I'll get you fuck my ass. How does that sound, honey."

God, I loved this woman!! I pulled her in for a deep loving kiss.

"You are my world, Laura."

"I love you too, Vince."

We moved over to the couch. Steve held my arms as I nervously sat down. Laura and Steve kissed each other on the mouth, firmly, deeply. She then knelt in front of him and gave his dick a quick fluffing. She ten moved over and started licking my ass. She didn't slowly move in - she just stuck her mouth over my ass-hole and stuck her tongue in. It felt amazing. My dick sprang to full attention and rubbed against the couch cushion. She rimmed me all around until I started to relax. Steve came over and started fingering my ass with one large, spit covered finger. Oh, it felt great! In and out and all over - I was loving this. Soon he replaced his finger with two. That started to really stretch me, it was a bit uncomfortable.

"Wow, Vince." Laura said. "You have no idea how awesome it is to watch you get your ass fingered. It's beautiful."

I lay my head down on the couch, hugged the cushion and tried to relax. Tried to let more of this man's fingers inside of me. Steve started to curl his fingers and increased the pressure on my prostate - it felt like there was someone inside of my cock pushing out.

"Orghhh." I groaned. There was a wet patch on the couch under my dick that I was slipping over as I moved back and forth.

"Okay Vince, are you ready?" Steve asked.

I waited a moment. Was I really going to do this? I felt obliged, but also intrigued. Rachel seemed to genuinely love getting fucked anally. Steve seemed to enjoy it. Could I like this too?? But I was scared.

"All right Steve. I'm ready."

Steve moved his cock over to my wet, waiting pucker and placed his head against me. I buried my head in the cushion and bit down on it. Steve started to push, I expended and let him in. I opened, and was stretched, and still it kept on coming in. It felt like someone was shoving a baseball up my ass. Then he was finally in. 'Wow, I though, I took a whole dick in my ass.'

"Okay, Vince." said Laura "He's got his cock head in you."

'Fuuuuuck!' I thought. Just his head? I had the rest of his shaft to get in me!

"Are you ready for more?" Steve asked.

I was still biting onto the cushion. I just nodded my head.

Steve started pushing more, things move much easier to begin with then suddenly I felt too stretched.

"Argh. Stop." I cried out. I took a few deep breaths. "I just need a moment." I focused on my breathing and tried to relax and accommodate Steve's mighty wood. I felt like I couldn't take a deep breath, as if my lungs were constricted. A moment later I told Steve to keep going.

Laura got down beside me. "I love you so much for doing this, honey." she said and kissed my cheek and neck. I was back biting the cushion. Then she got down under me. She kissed and sucked on my nipples, then my belly, then grabbed hold of my throbbing dick.

Steve finally bottomed out. I could feel his pubes brushing against my crack. He held my hips and pulled me against him.

Laura spat in her hand and lubed up my cock, then started pumping furiously on it.

"Go on, Vince. Come for me with a dick up you ass. Tell me what it feels like."

She just got mumbles of approval through the cushion.

I was already very close and before long I was yelling my orgasm and squirting thick white come into Laura's hand.

"Fuck I love to watch you come." she said.

Before the first wave of my orgasm was over Steve started fucking my ass. No slow build up, just firing away on all cylinders. I was very relaxed after coming and just held onto the couch as he pumped away. It did feel good though.

Shortly Steve started to slow and tense up. I knew he was going to come. He kept pushing into me deeply and didn't seem likely to stop. Then all of a sudden he pulled out and started furiously jacking his dick. I span around in rapt fascination, I wanted to see him come. Laura and I weren't disappointed. Steve grunted deeply and roared as he fired off his first volley. The white stream reached as high as his shoulders and arched across the room, followed quickly by a second one, and a third. Steve then collapsed back on the carpet panting.

I turned to Laura and we smiled at each other.



Rachel Ch. 04



Rachel Ch. 4 - Getting Changed

It was Friday night and I’d arranged to go out for a drink with some friends in Brighton. Rather than going out for a night on the town with my work clothes on, I’d decided to get changed at work. It was just after five by the time we’d balanced all the cashier drawers. I was meeting my friends at half six, so there was plenty of time for me to get ready.

The toilets of the bank are very basic and pretty small – it’s only a small branch with little or no amenities for staff. The ladies’ just has a washbasin, mirror, some lockers and one toilet cubicle. I pulled my bag of clothes out of my locker and started to get changed. Just after I’d hung my jacket onto a peg I heard the sound of male voices outside in the narrow corridor. I didn’t recognise them, so went out to investigate. “Hi, I’m Rachel, the assistant manager. Can I help you?”

There were two men, dressed in overalls examining the back door of the bank. The older of the two spoke up, “We’re here to measure up for the new steel shutters on the back door. Your boss has just let us through so that we can take a look.” I’d forgotten that my manager, Mark, had arranged for the visit. We needed to improve the security of the bank after a bad report from head office’s internal auditors.

“That’s fine; I’ll just let you carry on then.”

“Cheers, we won’t be too long,” replied the younger of the two men.

I went back into the ladies’, but mischievously made sure that I left the door open about six inches. If the men turned round they would be able to clearly see into the area where I was about to get changed. My heart was pounding at the chance to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies! I knew that I wouldn’t be able to look towards the door – if I did, then it would be obvious that I would know they were looking at me. I thought my whole plan could be futile, what if they didn’t notice the little show I was about to give?

Standing with my back to the door I unbuttoned my white blouse and took it off, folding it neatly and placing it inside my locker. My skirt came next; I unzipped it at the back and let it fall to the floor. I was now standing in just my white, lacy bra and matching, skimpy panties. If they were looking they would have been able to see my semi-naked form from behind. I desperately wanted to turn round to see if they were watching, but knew I couldn’t. 

With a deep breath, I unhooked my bra and let it rest on the back of my locker door. My nipples sprang to attention with the feeling of the cold air on my bare skin. Taking a chance, I turned round to face the mirror, side-on to the door. The voices of the workmen faltered for a second, and I sensed their eyes upon me. There was a blur of movement in the corner of my vision and then silence. I guessed they’d ducked out of the way and pretended to have gone. With a captive audience I could now begin exploring my exhibitionism to a greater extent, knowing I was being watched, but making sure that my watchers weren’t aware that I knew of their presence. 

I gripped the thin material of my panties between my fingers and pulled them down. I was now fully naked. Casually, I rubbed between my legs for a second; a subtle gesture that I hoped would turn the workmen on. For the next minute or so I walked around the small changing area to give the men a better view of my nakedness. I made sure I bent over towards the door a couple of times so that they’d be able to see my large breasts dangling down, swaying from side to side. 

After putting on my make-up, I knew I’d better get dressed. Otherwise it might seem too obvious that I was putting on a show. I pulled the black g-string out of my bag and pulled it on. It barely covered me, showing off all my pale, white bottom. Next came the skirt – a short black number that was only just decent. Suddenly there was the noise of a door opening in the corridor outside and I heard Mark’s voice, “Are you finished yet Garry? We’re almost about to lock up.”

The reply came out as a stuttered mumble, “Er, yes almost, we were just checking the strength of the wall over here.”

Mark asked, “Why, is there a problem?” I could hear his steps approaching the door, and knew I had to act quickly. It was OK showing my body off to two strangers, but I didn’t want one of my colleagues to see me like this. My hand dived into my bag and I pulled out the top I was going to wear that night – a tight, red lycra vest top that really exaggerated my ‘curves’. A couple of seconds later I’d managed to pull it over my head, just in time to see Mark glancing in the door. “Sorry Rachel, I didn’t know you were back here. Are you almost ready? I need to set the alarm.”

With a slight tremble in my voice, I replied “Yeah, just give me a second and I’ll be out.” I couldn’t believe how close I’d been to letting my boss catch a sight of my naked breasts. It’s not the sort of thing you do working in a banking environment!

After stashing my work clothes in my locker I was finally ready to go out. As I passed the two workmen in the corridor they hardly looked up from the tape measure they were using. I guess they were too embarrassed by what they’d seen to actually look me in the face! 

As I stepped down the steps of the bank outside, I knew I was ready and very horny for a night on the town…



Rachel Ch. 04



I looked over at Harry from where I was working in the galley. He was seated at the chart table going over some charts for the trip to the Keys. I was busy slicing onions for a stew I was preparing. 

We had planned on staying a day or two more at the anchorage before heading back to port to reprovision for our voyage. I wished we could stay forever. It was so quiet and peaceful here. 

I glanced out the porthole and noted it was getting dark. I could see the lights from the other sailboat anchored. I went back to slicing the onions and other vegetables. After scooping them into the pot, I lit the alcohol stove and covered it.

Looking up, I noted Harry sitting there with a broad grin on his face. "What are you grinning at? You look like the cat that ate the canary."

"Can you hear that?" he asked.

I strained to hear what he was talking about. Nothing. I shook my head no.

He beckoned me to come to him and we went up on deck. Now I heard it. A woman's voice, obviously Julia's, and obviously in the throes of passion, coming from the other sailboat. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Do it harder! Ohhhhhh..." She went on and on. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh.

I looked at Harry quizzically. "What does she mean, 'fuck my ass'?"

Harry tried not to laugh at my ignorance. "Well Rach, some people do that."

"Do what?"

"Anal sex, dear. She obviously likes it." chuckling.

"Do you mean...?"

"Yes hon, I mean that he is fucking her in the ass right now and she obviously is enjoying it."

My attention was drawn back to the voices emanating from the other boat. Finally, they trailed off to low moans and then silence. I glanced at Harry in the gathering darkness. His shorts had quite a tent building in them. I stifled another giggle. 

"It seems you are a bit excited by the thought, Harry."

He glanced my way. "Well dear, I have long held the opinion that anything consenting adults do to pleasure one another is acceptable behavior."

I looked at him thoughtfully. "Have you ever tried it yourself?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

I could see his smile even in the half-light. "Definitely. It is a quite unique experience."

"Would you teach me?" I could see the startled look on his face.

"Uhm, are you sure?"

I reached up and untied my bikini top and it fell to the cockpit floor. Next I slipped the knot of my bottoms and stood before him totally naked. He quickly shed his shorts revealing his massive hard on. We scampered down the steps to the main salon. 

He grabbed me from behind and spun me into his arms. We locked our lips together in a feverish kiss. His hands roamed over my body electrifying me. He cupped my ass in his hands and lifted me up, setting me down on the dinette table. My legs automatically spread open and wrapped around his waist. I could feel his hard cock lying against my pussy.

He laid me back on the table and knelt down between my legs. I felt his tongue tentatively lap against my clit sending shocks through my body. He encircled my clit with his lips and began to gently suck, causing my body to buck convulsively. My head was thrashing from side to side. I let out a loud gasp as I came hard on his tongue. 

Harry then pushed my legs up until my knees were resting against my tits. I realized I was fully exposed and a shiver ran up my spine. Suddenly, I felt his tongue flicking lightly at my asshole. I would have been squirming all over the table if he hadn't had me pinned so tightly. 

His tongue probed me, searching for entrance to my virgin ass. I felt my pick pucker hole open slightly and his tongue forced it's way inside me. He continued to probe me, relaxing me to the point that he had as much of his tongue in me as he could push. When he pulled back, I groaned in disappointment, feeling empty. 

But, not for long. I felt him dip his fingers into my soaking pussy, getting them covered in my slippery wetness. Then he started to press his index finger against my ass. With inexorable slowness, I felt it enter my nether regions. All the way up to the third knuckle! 

He slid his finger in and out a few times, and then slipped a second finger in. He continued in this fashion until three fingers were vigorously sawing in and out of my ass. All the while he was licking my clit gently, sending me into a continuous state of orgasmic ecstasy. 

This went on for some time. Finally, he must have felt I was ready, fore he stood up and removed his fingers from me. He took my hands and placed them on his throbbing cock. I guided the tip of his cock to my stretched open asshole and he slowly pressed it forward. 

Our eyes were locked together. His cock began to enter me. Ever so slowly. I gasped at the pain. He was huge! Suddenly, I felt the head pop into me and he held still. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as my sphincter closed behind the crown of his head. 

I was taking short quick breaths, trying to relax. Tentatively, I raised my hips to him and he slid another inch into me. I still had hold of his cock with my hands and I began to pull him into me. More and more of him entered me. Finally, I felt his balls resting on my ass and he was fully in my ass.

I couldn't believe how full he made me feel. I put my hands on his ass and pulled so every possible bit of him was in me. He began a slow but steady withdrawal until just the head remained in me, then he pushed back in. 

I began to pull and push him to encourage him to fuck my ass faster. I could feel his balls slapping me with each stroke. My eyes rolled back and my head craned as I came harder than I had ever cum before. 

I must have lost consciousness for a few seconds, because I opened my eyes and he was pounding away as hard as he could in my ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. There stood George and Julia in the companionway, broad grins on their faces. I looked up at Harry. He had a far away look was on his face. His cock was sawing in and out of my ass at a frantic pace. 

I looked back at George and Julia and another crashing orgasm overtook me. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, they were gone. I wondered if I imagined the whole thing. 

Harry was grunting and slowed his pace down. I reached down and took his cock between my forefinger and thumb, feeling him swelling inside me. He withdrew until just the head was inside and swelled even further. I felt a blast of hot liquid squirt up inside my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing in my fingers as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. I counted eight, nine, ten hard blasts followed by five or six softer ones.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, totally spent. I continued to hold his cock in my fingers, feeling it as it slowly withered. Running my finger around my asshole, I felt his cum leaking around his shriveling cock.

His cock eventually slipped from me and he fell back onto the settee across from the dinette. I kept my legs up and lightly fingered my ass. It was wide open and Harry's cum drooled from me forming a large pool on the table. 

I lowered my legs and sat unsteadily up. Harry's cock was covered in his cum. I knelt down in front of him and lovingly kissed and licked it clean. 

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 05



Rachel Ch.5 - A Morning At Home

I’d decided to take a much needed day off from work. I’d been busy for what seemed like months now, and I was ready to have some time to myself. It was nice waking up naturally that morning, rather than being awoken by the harsh tones of my alarm clock. The late morning sunlight poured into my bedroom through the thin curtains, putting me in an even better mood. It was going to be a nice day, but I also wondered what else would happen? Would I have the chance to indulge in my exhibitionist fantasies again…


Still naked after getting out of bed, I went downstairs to make myself some breakfast. After checking my front porch for any post I went through to the kitchen. I’ve got quite a long, thin kitchen with lots of windows that overlook my small garden. (Un)fortunately I’m not overlooked from behind, so I can wander around with no clothes on without worrying about whether anyone can see me. That morning I went about making my breakfast as usual, fixing a cup of coffee, pouring some muesli into a bowl and squeezing some oranges to make some juice. It was such a beautiful morning that I decided to eat it outside on my patio table. 

As I stepped into the garden I suddenly heard talking coming from my neighbour’s side of the fence. I was surprised – they were normally both at work at this time of the morning. The talking suddenly became accompanied by a metallic clang, and I could see some ladders being propped up against my neighbour’s back wall. I remembered that they were having their old wooden windows replaced with some new, double-glazed PVC ones. I quickly stepped back into my kitchen to see what was happening.

From my vantage point about fifteen feet away I could see a young workman on the ladder, trying to prise the old windows out of their frame. He looked quite handsome, stripped to the waist and wearing just a pair of faded denim shorts. His muscles bulged as he tried to take out the window. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as subconsciously I realised that I’d decided to show myself to him. I knew that from his position he could see virtually my entire garden. I now had to manufacture a situation where I could show myself ‘accidentally’ to him.

After thinking of a couple of ideas I decided to hang some washing out on my line. My washing machine had been on overnight, and there were some ‘whites’ that needed to dry. I toyed with the idea of just going out naked, but decided to build up the suspense a little more! I had to choose an outfit that would give me the chance to show myself inadvertently. As I pulled my washing out of the machine I suddenly gained inspiration – I’d wear just a wet towel that I would take off to dry with the other clothes when I got to the line.

I stepped back out into the garden wrapped in a large, white bath towel, clutching the other wet clothes to my chest. I made sure that I didn’t glance towards the workman – I didn’t want him to know that I knew he was able to see me. I could sense his eyes following me as I walked to the washing line. He had stopped his banging, and I’m sure I could hear him whispering something to his colleague. Pegging the clothes out onto the line took a while, and I made sure to prolong the act as much as possible, hopefully increasing the tension for my watcher. 

As I pegged the last of my t-shirts out I knew that the time had come to reveal myself. With my back towards the workman I undid the knot at the front of the towel and started to peg it onto the line. I loved the feeling that my watcher would be able to see my bare white bottom. I desperately wanted to check out my audience, but didn’t want to spoil the game! Instead I began walking around the garden under the pretext of looking at my flowers. As I bent down to sniff some orange blossom I had a quick glance towards the ladder. As I guessed there were two viewers in my audience – the original workman and now another, standing on the ladder just below him.

I had my audience, but how could I give them more of a show? I took my time wandering around the garden, loving the sensation of the hot sun burning down on my large breasts, feeling beads of sweat starting to form on my upper lip. I stretched upwards, feeling my breasts rise up my ribcage, my erect nipples pointing towards my watchers. I let my hands casually rub my breasts for a few seconds, before letting my right hand stray down between my legs. Should I pleasure myself right here in the middle of the garden, or would that be too much? 

My cravings overcame my common sense and I began a hard, fast, circular motion with my index finger, rubbing my swollen clitoris. I could feel my legs buckling with the strength of my feelings, and knew that I would climax in seconds if I didn’t stop. I wanted to go on, wanted to orgasm right in front of the workmen, but some deep-down latent guilt told me to stop.

Shaking my head to pull me out of my reverie I walked back down the garden towards my kitchen door. The moistness between my legs was dripping down my inner thighs as I approached my patio. Suddenly I heard a loud noise and reflexively looked towards its origin. One of the workmen must have dropped a hammer or something. My glance towards the men made it clear that I now knew they were watching me, and I knew I must make an effort to cover myself. I adopted the classic ‘one hand across the breasts, one hand down to the pussy’ position. 

I offered in my defence, “Oh my god, I didn’t realise anyone could see me!” 

The workmen were shocked to see they’d been spotted. The original one spoke up, “I’m sorry love, we couldn’t help it.”

“I guess it’s my fault – I shouldn’t be wandering round like this outside. It’s just that it’s such a lovely day.”

“We don’t mind – it’s certainly made our morning more interesting. If you want, you can carry on if you want!”

I laughed back, “You’re pretty cheeky aren’t you? What on earth would make you think I’d want to let you see me like this?”

He waited a second before responding, “Look at it this way – you’ll get a great suntan for free, and Andy and me will have something nice to look at while we work hard on these windows.”

“No chance – I bet you wouldn’t do any work and just ogle me.”

He laughed, “I guess you’re right, but thanks anyway!”

As we’d been talking I’d deliberately let my arm slip a little, making sure that he’d be able to see my nipples. When we finished our chat I turned back towards the door, letting my hands fall to my side, and giving him one last view of my naked rear. 

As soon as I stepped inside I collapsed onto my kitchen rug. I could still hear their voices outside as I continued to pleasure myself. I imagined that they could see me rubbing myself, could see me bringing myself to a long, delicious orgasm. I could almost feel their rough hands on me as I came to my climax, my body convulsing with a deep, rhythmic pleasure.



Rachel Ch. 05



I grinned up at Harry from my kneeling position on the cabin floor. He was still a bit glassy eyed. Just about then, we heard the sound of footsteps up on deck. A robust knocking at the hatch. "Hey there neighbors, anyone aboard?" It was George from the adjacent sailboat.

I scurried to scoop up my bikini and beat a hasty retreat to the forward cabin. Harry struggled into his shorts and called for them to come on down.

I reentered the main cabin after slipping into a halter top and some shorts to find George and Julia lounging on the settee and Harry fixing some drinks in the galley. George and Julia fixed me with knowing grins but didn't say anything. I just smiled back.

Harry turned to me and said, "Hey babe, George and Julia just popped over to invite us to dinner."

Before I could respond, George spoke up. "Rachel, we would like it if you guys came over. We have some great lobsters ready to boil!" His bright grin was mesmerizing.

I shrugged. "It sounds good to me."

George clapped his hands. "Great!" He exclaimed. "We'll finish these drinks and head over."

A few minutes later, we saw them off in their dingy. Harry and I took a quick shower together and dressed in shorts and t-shirts. We boarded our dingy and motored over to the larger boat. After making the dingy fast to the stern rail, we boarded.

George called out from below decks, "C'mon down. The water is just starting to boil."

We entered their cabin and saw Julia busy in their galley with putting the lobsters into the pot. She was dressed in a simple backless summer dress that made it obvious that she was braless. George had on shorts and a t. 

About that time I became aware that George was sort of staring at me. I looked down self-consciously and notice that the t-shirt I had on left very little to the imagination. My dark nipples were quite visible through the thin fabric. I crossed my arms over my chest and furtively looked away.

The next couple of hours went by fairly smoothly as we made small talk about our future plans and destinations and ate a lovely meal. We were sitting in their cabin after dinner sipping drinks. I must confess that with the before dinner drinks, several bottles of wine and now after dinner drinks, I was feeling slightly toasty.

George turned to Harry. "Harry, we have this new video camera that we want to try out. It makes videos right onto DVDs." He passed it over to Harry.

Harry took it and hefted it in his hands. "It's very light. Does it make good movies?"

A look passed between George and Julia. "Well, we don't know. We haven't tried it yet. Would you give us a helping hand?"

Harry shrugged. "Sure. What do you need me to do?"

George took a deep breath. "Well, we have always wanted to have a movie made of us but we don't want the stilted rigid framework of a tripod setup. We want someone to be able to move around and get different angles."

Harry hadn't gotten it yet, but I had a feeling I knew what was afoot. Somehow, it sort of excited me. "Sure George. You want me to take it over to our boat and get movies of you guys getting under way tomorrow?"

Julia shook her head. "Not exactly, Harry. We want you to take movies of us in there." She indicated their cabin over her shoulder by flicking her head in that direction.

"Oh." Harry said. Then his eyes got kind of wide and he said, "Oh!"

George, Julia and I burst into laughter at Harry's discomfort. Eventually, Harry joined in too. I was just toasty enough to be excited at the prospect. "I've never seen two people doing it before." I blurted out.

They all turned to me. "You want to give it a try?" Harry asked.

I tossed my blonde hair back and put on a defiant tone. "Sure, why not?" I was anything but sure at that moment.

Harry shrugged. "OK. Let's give it a try. George, what do you want us to do?"

George clapped his hands and jumped to his feet. "Great! Why don't you two just go in our cabin and get the camera ready? It's already got a fresh DVD in it and it should be good for a couple of hours. When we come in just start rolling. Feel free to move around and get different angles. Close-ups too."

Harry and I went into their cabin. It was quite impressive. It had a queen-sized bed in the middle and rich teak wood drawers all around the room. There was plenty of room to move around the bed on three sides. It was well lit with several overhead lights supplemented with candles all around the room.

Harry and I took up positions near the headboard off to one side. Harry check out the camera and figured out how to zoom in and out and where the record and stop buttons were. 

A few minutes later, George and Julia entered and acted as if we weren't there. They embraced at the foot of the bed and began a slow sensual kiss. George's hands began to roam over her back and ass. I could hear her slightly mewling into his mouth. It was obvious to me that she was turned on to this process. I, too, was feeling heat between my legs.

Harry was shooting a long shot of the couple. George reached up and peeled Julia's t-shirt over her head. Her large tits bounced free and I head a sharp intake of breath from Harry. George leaned over to take a nipple into his mouth and suckle it to hardness. Harry zoomed in for a close-up.

Julia threw her head back in pleasure as George alternated between her two, now very hard, nipples. His hands were busy slipping her shorts down her tanned legs. She had no tan lines. Her bush was as fiery red as her head hair. She kicked her foot aside to throw off the shorts.

Taking his head in her hands, she removed his lips from her tit. Her nipple came out of his mouth with an audible "pop". Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she unfastened his shorts and lowered them down his legs. 

She had a little difficulty as his cock was quite hard by now. It sprang up in front of her face and bobbed around for a bit before she ceased its movement by engulfing it in her mouth.

This time I gasped out loud. Harry had moved around beside them and knelt down to get a better shot. Her tongue shot out and lapped around the head, and then she made her way down to the base. She lifter his cock up so she could suck and lick his balls. Pumping his cock slowly with her hand she alternately took first one ball, then the other into her mouth and gently sucked them.

His cock glistened with the combination of her spittle and his pre-cum. She stuck out her tongue and made a broad stroke up to the tip where she took him in her mouth again. Reaching behind him to clasp his ass in both hands, she encouraged him to fuck her mouth.

He began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Deeper and deeper he went until her nose was burying in his pubic hair with each stroke. Saliva and pre-cum drooled down her chin in a steady stream to land on her tits, causing them to glisten in the light.

I was barely breathing, so mesmerized with the sight. Somehow, I had unconsciously slipped a hand into my shorts and was stroking my clit in unison to his strokes of her mouth. 

Without warning, George pulled his cock from her mouth, causing her to whimper in frustration. Harry was moving about the room taking different angles of the action. George smiled down at Julia and pushed her gently back on the bed. 

She laid back and automatically spread her legs wide. George knelt down at the foot of the bed and slipped his hands under her ass. He slid his thumbs up on either side of her cunt and spread her lips wide apart. Harry was filming right over his shoulder and got a great shot of her soaking cunt, wide open and quivering, just before George bent his head in to begin licking her clit.

Julia began moaning loudly and thrashing her head back and forth, her flaming red hair flying everywhere. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him into her cunt, moaning louder still, she began to buck her hips against his working tongue. Her toes seemed to curl unnaturally as she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" 

George pushed her further up on the bed and crawled up to position himself between her splayed open legs. He took his cock in his right hand and rubbed it up and down her open cunt.

She moaned loudly and tried to pull him into her with her heels. Harry was right behind them, catching the penetration in close-up. George pushed his cock down to her opening and suddenly, with a quick thrust of his hips, buried himself to the hilt in her. 

She let out a loud whoosh as he began to pound away at her. Harry moved around the side to get them in profile. George was braced up on his hands and was violently thrusting his hard cock in and out of her. She grunted and groaned aver and over again. "Oh. Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Yes."

George was swearing down at her with his teeth bared in a fierce grimace. "You fucking cunt. You love it, don't you! You love getting fucked hard."

I could hear the squishy noises of their coupling. I could smell the sexual odor they were throwing off. I was hotter than Hell!

I hadn't moved from my position at the head of the bed and I could see his cock riding in and out of her. Her plump tits were bouncing all over as he thrust into her. Her head thrashed back and forth as she came continuously. I was mesmerized.

George slowed his thrusts. "I'm gonna shoot soon baby. Where do you want it?"

She moaned again. "Between my tits! I want you to fuck my tits, till you cum all over me. I need to feel your hot cum all over me!"

George pulled his soaking cock from her wide open cunt and shimmied up her body. He laid his cock between her mounds and she pushed them together with her hands. They formed a tit tunnel for his cock to slide between. 

He began to slowly stroke back and forth. His cock would alternately disappear and then appear. She pressed her chin down on her chest to try to lick his head as it appeared from between her tits. 

He groaned louder and then pushed his cock forward. I saw it swell and turn almost purple. Then and thick rope of white cum shot from the tip and landed on Julia's outstretched tongue, covering it completely. She withdrew her tongue into her mouth as shot quickly followed shot, covering her neck, face and hair in long ropes of thick, white cum. It seemed to go on forever. 

Finally, he leaned back and lay down backwards. But, she wasn't finished yet. She held onto his cock and followed him down, bending at the waist. She sucked his cock into her mouth to get any residual cum as she pumped it strongly with her hand.

Finally, there was no more and she lay back down and they both fought to catch their breaths. Harry stood over them and shot them from head to foot, paying close attention to the large pool of cum covering her tits, face and neck. 

I stared wide-eyed at them. They were quite a sight. Harry switched off the camera. I looked over at him and saw the look of lust in his eyes. The Tent in front of his shorts was a good indicator too. 

To be continued...



Rachel Ch. 06



Chapter 6: An Old Friend

The loud knock on my front door gave me a rude awakening from my lie-in. Blearily, I looked over towards my alarm clock. I guess nine forty six wasn't that early, I must have been drifting in and out of sleep for a couple of hours. The loud knock was repeated and I forced myself up, pushing back the bedclothes and stretching to get myself moving. I didn't have time to get dressed, so I pulled on the first clothes I could get my hands on - a pair of dark blue boxer shorts and a tight yellow cotton vest top. 

Just as the fourth knock came I managed to reach the front door, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my hands. I opened the door to see a familiar face, but a face I'd not seen in years. It was Pete, an old friend from college. The two of us and a bunch of others had shared a house in our second year. I'd never been out with Pete – he'd been dating Dawn for all of our time at college. The two of them had got married a couple of years ago and were living near Southampton now.

'Hi Rachel – long time no see!' 

'Jesus, Pete, how are you? Come in!'

We hugged on the step, and I became aware of my nipples pushing through the thin material of my top against Pete's chest. The cold air had made them stand to full attention! I grabbed his hand and pulled him through to the kitchen.

I asked, 'What are you doing here? Where's Dawn today?'

'I've got a meeting with a new client in Brighton at lunchtime, so I thought I'd call in and see you on the off-chance. I know I should have rung ahead, but I wanted to surprise you!'

'It's great to see you – can I get you a coffee?'

As I went about the kitchen starting to make the drinks I was very conscious of my lack of clothing. The boxer shorts were very baggy, leaving plenty of leg room. I sometimes wore them in bed, but would normally never dream of wearing them in public. My top, although close-fitting, barely contained me. It was cut off just below my breasts, and I knew that if I reached up for something, the bottom half of my boobs would be revealed. My exhibitionist side started to kick in, and I decided to maybe tease Pete a little with my body. I'd always figured that he liked me, and maybe we would have gone together if it hadn't been for Dawn.

I could have got some coffee cups out of the dishwasher but decided to get two from a top cupboard. Pete was sitting at my kitchen table, and had a good side-on view of where I'd be standing. I stood on tip-toes, reaching up with my arms to the top shelf. I could feel the material of my top rising up, slowly revealing more and more of my boobs. I knew my nipples weren't exposed, but Pete had a clear view of the pale semi-circles of the bottom half of my boobs. I held the position as long as I could without being too obvious, hoping that he was taking in the show I was giving him. 

As we continued chatting about old times I was frantically thinking of my next flash. How could I show him more without coming on too strong? I'd tried bending over a couple of times - to get the sugar out of a cupboard and the milk out of the fridge, but the shorts were too large, they covered too much. I tried sitting opposite him on one of the kitchen chairs with my legs open a little, but again the dark blue cotton was covering what I wanted to show.

As we finished our coffees, Pete mentioned that he'd better head off soon – he had to get to the station by half eleven to pick up his client. I asked if he'd give me a lift - I pretended I wanted to go into Brighton to do some shopping. He agreed and I knew that I could try a different flashing opportunity!

'Pete, it'd be a shame to miss out on 'catch up' time – come upstairs while I throw some clothes on – it'll be quicker that way and we can carry on chatting.'

'OK Rach, if you're sure you don't mind.'

Pete followed me up the stairs to my bedroom and I motioned for him to sit on the corner of my bed. I've got an en-suite bathroom that's separated from the bedroom by a wall of glass bricks. I knew that if I put the light on in the bathroom Pete would have a good (if distorted) view of what I was doing.

While Pete carried on chatting about his new job and his plans to maybe work for himself in the future, I went into the bathroom and pulled off my shorts and top. I walked around for about a minute or so, and could tell by the hesitations and pauses in his speech that he was able to see my nakedness through the distorted glass. After a very quick shower I wrapped a short towel around myself. Still wet I stepped back into the bedroom. Pete looked away, his face blushing as I came back in. To put him at ease I laughed, "Don't be silly – we've known each other for years. I won't take a second to get ready." He turned back towards me as I started to ask him about his future plans.

I felt very comfortable with the situation, chatting with an old friend like this, and made the bold move to take things a little further. My hands were trembling as I undid the towel and started to use it to dry myself. I was now fully naked, only a few feet away from him. I made sure that I carried on talking, letting him know that I was OK with the situation. Pete picked up on the message and carried on as well, it was as if we'd been doing this for years!

I made sure to take my time getting dry, letting my boobs dangle and sway in front of Pete as I leant over to dry my legs, bending over with my bottom towards him as I dried my toes. Eventually he changed conversation towards our present situation,

'Rach, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you've got the most amazing breasts.'

I blushed, 'Thanks, but personally I wish they were a bit smaller.'

'What size are they?'

'About 34 or 36D, depending where I get my bras from.'

I stood in front of him, cupping my breasts in my hands, my nipples partially erect, pointing towards him. He stood up to face me. We were now only inches apart.

'They're very firm - can I touch them?' he asked.

I nodded, and almost came to orgasm immediately as he gently held them in his hands. His fingers started to tweak at my nipples, making them fully erect. As he bent forward to kiss them I manoeuvred the two of us onto the bed. I lay flat on my back as his hands and mouth began to explore my nakedness. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to visit every square inch of my body. I whispered to him as he kissed my neck, 'Take off your clothes.'

I watched as he hurriedly stood to strip off his business suit. His body was trim and firm, with a hairy chest and very erect cock! I rolled off the bed and knelt in front of him, my lips quickly encircling his stiff member. I licked at the tip while gently massaging his balls. He arched his back with pleasure and stroked at my hair. Sensing that he was very close to orgasm, I jumped back onto the bed. He followed and knelt between my legs. He gently parted my pussy lips and guided his erection inside me. I was so wet that he slipped in easily. He kissed my nipples while we made love. His long, hard thrusts deep inside me felt fantastic – I gripped his buttocks to add more impetus to his love-making. 

Pete arched his back as we began to reach climax. I bit gently at his nipples as he groaned on top of me. Within seconds we collapsed into each other's arms, a quivering wreck of nakedness! We held each other tenderly, stroking each other and kissing for a while before getting up. As I got dressed he couldn't keep his hands off me, constantly grabbing me and kissing my breasts as I tried to put my clothes on. His semi-erect cock gave further proof of his intentions. I knew I had to tease him some more!

'Pete, what time will you be finished with your client this afternoon?'

'About five I guess, why?'

'Just wondering. Which hotel are you staying at?'

'The Excelsior, near the Churchill shopping centre.'

'Can I come round and see you tonight then?'

He hesitated for a second before nodding his head in affirmation. As he jumped at me and began to squeeze my breasts again and tickle me, I knew I had him hooked! I'd have to start planning tonight's adventure.

To be continued... 



Rachel Ch. 06



Rachel couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. George and Julia were now lying spent on the bunk, covered in sweat and cum. Blinking her eyes; she realized she had scarcely taken a breath in the past few moments. Somehow, she had slipped her hand inside her shorts and her middle finger was busily rubbing her clit. Her nipples felt so hard she thought they might burst.

Glancing over at Harry, she saw him staring at the other couple as in a daze. His eyes seemed glassed over and he was also sporting a magnificent hard-on. 

George roused himself from his stupor and stood up. He took the camera from Harry's' hand and removed the tape. He slid a new cassette in and stepped back into the corner. Julia moved from the bed and approached Rachel. She took Rachel's hand in hers and raised it to her lips to taste the cunt juices that covered her fingers. Rachelle stared at her wide-eyed. Julia pulled Rachel's top over her head and slid her shorts to the floor. Leaning in, she took a hard nipple between her lips and gently sucked it to full hardness, causing a groan to slip from Rachel. 

Moving away, Julia went over to Harry and quickly had him naked. She grabbed his hard dick and led him to the bed. After positioning him on his back, she went to Rachel and led her to Harry. Then she had Rachel straddle Harry and reached between them to guide Harry's cock into Rachel's slick passage. A sigh emanated from deep with as Rachel slid down Harry's hard dick.

Her head fell back as her body took over and she began to ride Harry. Harry reached up and began to maul her tits. Just when she started to feel the beginnings of a crashing orgasm, she felt two hands on her hips lifting her off Harry. She whimpered in complaint as she was positioned on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. Harry was helped from the bed and positioned behind her. Another groan as she felt fingers opening her up so Harry could slide back into her.

She felt him start to really pound into her as she saw Julia crawling on the bed to position herself in front of Rachel. Rachel stared into Julia's wide-open cunt then looked up questioningly into her eyes. Julia smiled and put her hand to the top of Rachel's head. Gently, she pulled Rachel's face forward until her lips were scant millimeters from her cunt. 

The heady aroma of cunt juice and sperm filled Rachel's nostrils. Julia applied a little more pressure to the back of Rachel's head and her lips touched the hot flesh. Tentatively, she darted her tongue out to sample the nectar. She decided it wasn't half bad so she began to lap at the spread open cunt with a little more vigor, causing Julia to let out a loud moan.

Meanwhile, Harry had slowed his pace to watch the action taking place between the two girls. With Julia's moan, he stepped up the pace and really began to pound away, pushing Rachel's face harder and harder into Julia's sopping hole.

Julia threw her head back and screamed out that she was cumming just as Harry let out a guttural growl and began to empty his balls deep into Rachel. She felt the heavy squirts deep inside her and she too began to cum. All three were writhing about on the bed as they came together. 

Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her. They tumbled over to lie beside Julia in a heap. Harry's cock slowly shrank and slipped from her slit. Julia slid down the bed and hungrily attached Rachel's gaping cunt to lap the cum from inside her. She looked down at the redhead. Her face was smeared with juice as she smiled up at her. Julia slid up Rachel's body and the two kissed deeply, sharing the combined cum of Rachel and Harry. The three of them snuggled together and fell into a well deserved sleep. 

Some time later, Rachel awoke and had to use the bathroom. She slipped from between the two sleeping bodies and went to the head. After she had finished, she used the opportunity to clean up. There was cum crusted all over her body. 

She felt much better after a shower. She found a terry bathrobe and slipped it on. Entering the saloon, she found George working away at his computer. "Hi, George." She said.

"Oh, hi Rachel. I didn't hear you get up."

She went over to stand behind him. What she saw on the screen amazed her. He had evidently filmed their encounter earlier and was making a DVD of it. There on the screen, she saw Harry sliding his cock in and out of her wide stretched cunt. The detail was amazing. She could see her juices glistening on his dick and also running in sheets down her thighs. She was staring transfixed at the sight. She had never seen herself from this angle before.

"I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't resist filming you guys. It was such a hot scene."

Surprisingly, she didn't mind. In fact, she felt herself getting turned on again. "No, it's alright. It's just that I've never seen myself like that before."

George smiled, "Wait until you see the finished product. Why don't you go into the galley and fix something to eat. I'm almost finished. When I'm done, we'll wake the others for the big premier."

She went into the galley and rummaged around until she found some sandwich makings. She put together a plate of sandwiches and had just poured four glasses of wine when Harry and Julia came padding in. They had evidently gotten cleaned up too. Perhaps they even had showered together. Rachel smiled and handed each a glass of wine.

Carrying hers and George's glasses, she went back to the saloon. Harry and Julia followed with the sandwiches. They seated themselves at the table as George joined them. He took a seat and handed a shiny new DVD. "Just a little remembrance of your visit. I hope you like it."

She turned it over several times in her hand. It looked innocent enough. They spent the next few moments eating in silence. George then turned to her and asked, "Are you a bit curious?"

Blushing a bit, she nodded.

"You want to see it?"

She again nodded.

He took the shiny disc from her hand and rose from the settee. Crossing the room, he slid a panel back exposing a 32" plasma screen TV. He slipped the DVD into a small player and turned on the set before settling back on the settee. They were now seated boy, girl, boy, girl, with George and Harry on each side of her and Julia on the other side of Harry. 

George pressed play on the DVD remote. Immediately, the screen was filled with the image of the berth in the cabin. Rachel's eyes widened as she took in the scene on the screen. She watched intently as Harry's cock pierced her. It was the most amazing sight she had ever witnessed!

She got hotter and hotter as the scene unfolded. Suddenly, she felt a hand on each of her thighs. She realized both Harry and George were touching her, but she didn't care. A hand tugged at the belt to her robe. More hands opened the robe. 

She felt the cool breeze. Hands parted her thighs and started to rub her sensitive clit. Fingers pierced her to find her hole soaking wet. When she felt a tongue lap at her clit, she tore her eyes from the screen. Julia had knelt between her widespread thighs and was busily lapping away at her sopping cunt. The men were each sucking on one of her rock hard nipples. 

As if they had a mind of their own, her hands reached for the hard cock each man was sporting. A thrill ran up her spine as they each throbbed in her grip. Suddenly, Rachel arched her back as a monumental orgasm shook her entire body. It seemed to go on forever. 

Gradually, it subsided and her ass settled back down on the settee. She opened her eyes and saw Julia's smiling face looking up at her from between her legs. It glistened from her juices. She also noticed that the cocks in her hands were throbbing continuously.

Julia rose from her kneeling position and helped Rachel up on shaky legs. She turned her around and caused her to straddle George's lap. Grasping George's cock, she guided it to Rachel's sopping cunt. Rachel let out a groan as she sank down on the rigid dick. 

She leaned forward and rested her head on George's shoulder. Julia then leaned forward and began to lick from George's balls to Rachel's asshole. Rachel felt the tip of Julia's tongue enter her rear passage. She began to slowly ride up and down George's shaft.

She felt Julia pull away from her. Two hands were soon gripping her hips. She felt something at her back door. Harry had stepped up behind her and was pushing his pulsing dick into her ass. She let out another groan as she felt the head pop into her, followed by the rest of his massive dick. 

She opened her eyes and looked right into the smiling face of George. She felt the two men start a slow rhythmic thrusting into her. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would do something like this.

She started grunting like a wild pig with the effort. Finally, she gave up and just let the two men thrust in and out of her at will. Harry was really pounding away at her ass, his pelvis making a slapping sound each time he struck her ass. George just remained buried deep in her cunt, letting Harry's dick provide the friction for his enjoyment.

Suddenly, she felt Harry grow even larger in her ass. He grunted as the first spurt jetted deep in her bowels. She swore she could taste his salty spunk, but she knew it was her imagination. Shot after shot filled her. Harry's orgasm seemed to set George off as he too began to shoot in her cunt. 

Together, the two men emptied themselves in her. She was a cum receptacle for their combined juices. There was so much of it; it started flowing down the insides of her thighs.

Finally, Harry gasped and fell back from her, pulling his shrinking dick from her ass with a plop. She sagged down on Georges shoulder again. She felt Julia's tongue begin to lap at her exposed ass and downwards to George's shriveling dick. She felt Julia form her lips around her asshole and start sucking, drawing the cum in her ass into her mouth.

She slid from George's lap and collapsed beside him. She watched as Julia hungrily attacked her gaping cunt to get every last bit of cum that had been deposited there. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost consciousness. 

* * * * *

The next morning, Harry and Rachel motored back to their boat. Neither had said much since awakening on the settee. While Harry secured the dingy to the davits and raised it from the water, she busied herself with a quick breakfast for the two of them. As they drank their coffee after eating, Harry looked across the table at Rachel. "Rachel, we have to talk." Rachel didn't like the sound of this. "What about, Harry?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Well, as you know, I am planning of heading to the Keys. From there, I don't know where I'll be heading. Could be quite some time before I get back this way."

Rachel brightened, "I know. I can't wait!"

"But, what about your school? You don't need to be stuck with an old fart like me. You need to go out and experience the world on your own."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "You don't want me? I love you! Don't you know that?"

"You love me?"

"Of course! Can't you tell? I'll do anything to be with you, stay with you."

Harry was silent for a few moments as he searched her face. It seemed hours before Harry spoke. "Well, if we are going, we had better be on our way."

Rachel leaped from her chair and threw herself into his arms.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Harry was at the wheel as Rachel lounged with her back to the cabin. They were under full sail making about six knots. Their heading was southeast with a destination of Tampa as their first stop. It was a beautiful sunny day with temperatures in the low eighties. They were still in sight of land and occasionally modified their course to dodge fishing boats. 

Harry looked at her in her string bikini. What a sight! "You know, Rachel, I am old enough to be your father, maybe even your grandfather."

She scowled at him from behind her dark glasses. "Don't start that again, Harry."

"No, no. I just meant that every once in a while, I may not be able to keep up with you."

A wicked little grin crossed her lips. "Then maybe I'll just have to inspire you."

"Oh?"

Wordlessly, she untied her bikini top and bottom and let them fall away. Slowly, she began to dip her fingers in her wet cunt and then rub her clit. Her nipples hardened, her breathing became erratic. Her eyes never left Harry's as she drove herself up the ladder towards an orgasm.

Harry had become instantly hard watching her. Suddenly, she arched her back and let out a loud moan. He saw the wetness coating her hand as she rubbed herself off. Slowly, she settled back down. Again, the wicked smile. "So, is that inspiration enough?"

Her eyes wandered down his body to rest on his raging hard dick straining for release from his shorts. She stood up and walked over to him before kneeling in front of him. She undid his shorts and worked them down his legs. Looking up at him, she said, "Fuck my face, Harry. Do anything you want."

Harry growled as he grabbed her hair in his hand and forced her forward. With his other hand, he guided his seeping dick to her waiting mouth. The purple head disappeared between her lips and he began thrusting in and out of her mouth. On each outstroke, he felt her tongue swirling around the head. 

He knew he couldn't last. He pulled back on her hair till his dick popped from her mouth. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

She complied instantly. He began to stroke his cock in his hand as he rubbed the sensitive underside on her tongue. He watched with eyes wide open as the head seemed to swell up to the size of a plum. His toes curled as the first rope of thick white cum shot from the slit in his dick to splatter against the roof of her mouth and cover her tongue. A second, third and forth rope shot out to cover her face and drip down on her breasts. 

Finally, his orgasm began to subside. Rachel wrapped her lips around the head and sucked the last vestiges of cream from him. Smacking her lips, she smiled up at him. Harry stood on shaky legs as he gazed down on her cum-covered face. 

They heard a horn close at hand and looked up to see a boatload of fishermen waving and smiling at them. Rachel beamed and waved back. This was going to be quite an adventurous trip.



Rachel Ch. 07



Rachel Ch.7 - At The Hotel

I’d arranged to meet Pete in his hotel room at around seven. He said that he’d make a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant for eight o’clock. All afternoon I planned what I was to wear, and imagined how I could continue with my exhibitionist exploits. I hoped that he wouldn’t have had second thoughts about what had happened.

I managed to find the hotel easily. Despite its grand name ‘The Excelsior’ was just a Georgian town house that had been converted into a hotel. From the outside it was small, but very smart looking. I made my way up the steps to the entrance and went inside to the small lobby area. On my way to the stairs to Pete’s room I paused for a second to check out my reflection in a long, gilt-framed mirror near the entrance to the restaurant. The ‘classy’ black dress I was wearing was quite short, but still respectable. The dress moulded my curves, accentuating my breasts and rounded hips. The neckline of the dress plunged into a sharp V shape that showed off my pale, deep cleavage. There was no need to worry about a VPL – I was only wearing a bra underneath the thin, silky material.

I stood outside the door to Pete’s room on the second floor. The corridor was fairly short and narrow, with only two or three other rooms off from it. I decided to give Paul a surprise and slipped out of my dress and took off my bra. Standing naked in the narrow corridor I knocked on his door. I hoped he would answer quickly, I felt vulnerable dressed in my high heels with the dress just draped over my shoulder. As I knocked again, louder this time, I prayed that he would be there. Seconds passed and I began to feel more nervous, contemplating whether to put my dress back on. If someone else were to come out of their room I wouldn’t have time to cover myself. The mild panic I was experiencing had an exciting, sexual edge to it. Finally Pete opened the door, his expression was priceless, and he almost pulled my arm off getting me through the door.

Pete joked, ‘You little tease – come here to be spanked!’

I feigned mock horror and tried to run away towards the window. He quickly grabbed me and pulled me on to the bed. His kisses were hot and fervent, his hands massaging my breasts as I held him. I knew he’d fuck me there and then, but I wanted to prolong the experience, ‘That’s enough for now Pete. I want you to order some room service – any chance of a bottle of Champagne?’

He almost sulked as I gently pushed him away, but replied, ‘Sure I’ll ring down for some now.’

As he got dressed for dinner I watched him, sitting on the bed with my legs crossed. He talked about how well his meeting had gone that afternoon, although he did admit that he had found it hard to concentrate when he started to think about our love-making in the morning. As he started to knot his tie, there was a knock on the door. As I dashed to the bathroom I winked at Pete and told him to answer it.

‘Room service, Mr. Middleton. May I come in?’

From my vantage point in the bathroom I could see Pete nod his head, and the young waiter carried the drinks into the room. As he placed the ice bucket on the table and arranged the glasses, I took a deep breath and casually wandered into the room from my hiding place. I’d knotted a towel around my waist, but remained topless. The waiter turned and gasped as he caught sight of my breasts. I made no attempt to cover myself, but just asked, ‘Pete, could you give this boy a tip please.’ Pete smiled and rooted around in his pockets. The boy remained open-mouthed as I nonchalantly stood next to him and began to pour the drinks. Pete almost had to shake him to give him the tip, and then had to guide him back outside into the corridor. The boy took one last look over his shoulder before the door was closed and then Pete and I collapsed on to the bed laughing.

‘You really are a massive tease Rach. That poor boy will have to go and jerk off in the toilets now to get some relief. I hope he doesn’t get the sack!’

Giving Pete my best ‘little girl lost’ expression I fluttered my eyelashes, ‘I’m sorry – I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra.’

While we drank the Champagne, I talked openly to Pete about my new-found exhibitionist streak. I could tell he was turned on by the brief descriptions of the experiences that I’d had. He kept kissing me as we chatted, and I could feel his erection through his trousers, straining to be released. Just before it was time for me to get dressed Pete offered, ‘Would you like to try something tonight then?’

I asked, ‘What like?’

Pete thought for a second, ‘Put your dress on with no underwear and accidentally spill some water on it while we’re eating. You can do a little show while you’re trying to dry it.’ I was immediately aroused by the fact that I now had a co-conspirator and quickly agreed to his plan.

During the meal I kept teasing Pete by dropping my napkin and asking him to pick it up. Each time he bent down I would angle my legs towards him and lift up the hem of my dress under the table so that he would catch a glimpse of my bare pussy. We’d just ordered our desserts when Pete winked and whispered, ‘Time for your show Rachel – give it all you’ve got!’ Without a second word he knocked over the pitcher of water in the middle of our table, sending its contents splashing across all over me. Reflexively I jumped up and shouted, ‘Shit, look what you’ve done!’ Pete mumbled an apology and offered me the only dry napkin on the table. I made a pathetic attempt to pat myself dry when one of the waiters came over.

‘May I help miss? Would you like a towel?’ I nodded, and he returned quickly with a large hand towel. I faced away from our table towards a neighbouring one where two businessmen were sitting. They were both captivated by my little cabaret and had their gazes transfixed on me.

I bent down slightly and started to try and wipe the hem of my dress dry. With each wipe I made sure that I lifted the hem a little higher each time. Soon it was lifted almost to my waist, giving the two seated men a very clear view of my pussy. They didn’t seem at all embarrassed to be staring so much and I made sure that I didn’t let on that I knew what was happening. Feeling bold I even dabbed between my legs with the towel – it was so wet down there, but I wasn’t sure how much was just water!

Next came the waiter’s turn. He was still standing attentively by our table. I turned towards him and carefully slipped out of the shoulder straps of my dress, letting them fall down the side of my arms. The neckline dropped a little and my breasts almost burst free. I started to wipe my neck and shoulders, trying to knock my dress a little each time. Soon my left breast was revealed, falling out of the thin material into plain view. I pretended not to notice and continued with my act. The waiter spoke up, ‘Excuse me miss. But your dress seems to have come undone a little’. 

I looked down and gasped, ‘Oops sorry – I’ll do it up now!’ 

The rest of the meal continued fairly uneventfully, but I’m sure Pete was rushing me so that we could get upstairs quickly. He signed the tab, tipped the waiter and then led me by the hand upstairs. When we reached his corridor I wriggled out of the dress and stood naked in front of him. I twirled round in mock-ballerina style, showing off my swinging breasts, bare pussy and naked bottom. He grabbed me by the waist and told me to bend over. I did as he asked, bending over with my hands on my knees. As I looked over my shoulder I could see his erect cock spring to attention as it burst free of his zip. He gripped it with his right hand and guided it towards my moist, throbbing pussy. At the second attempt he pushed inside me and began to fuck me with quick, hard thrusts. I pushed back with my buttocks, moaning loudly as I did so. He held me by the waist, almost picking me up off the floor as he pummelled into me. I couldn’t believe that we were in the corridor of the hotel, fucking doggy style where anyone could see us. We were both so aroused that we climaxed quickly; our cries of ecstasy would have woken the dead!

After a more tender, gentle bout of love-making in Pete’s hotel room I rang for a taxi. I didn’t want the potential embarrassment of us waking up together in the morning. Before our final hug of friendship we both agreed that our day’s adventures were just a one-off, maybe a chance to let of some latent steam that had built up since our time at college. Pete would return home to Dawn, his wife, and I would go back to my life. We did agree though that if he was ever in Brighton on business that we would meet up again…