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The Encounter

By: rha spike



She sits across the room as we finish our drinks, shooting fleeting glances at me and nervously moving her feet. The light from the window is soft, filtered, kind to her face. She is lovely.

I deliberately look her over through light but awkward conversation that always seems so necessary at times like this. She tries to take it in stride. The little lines around her eyes and the softness around her jaw are all that give away her age: probably early forties. She's tall, five-ten, maybe more, with frosted blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Decent, married, not the type to do this sort of thing at all. If I had to guess, I'd say that she had rarely, if ever, strayed from the marital track. Maybe once or twice, earlier, back when she was the knock-out that she obviously had been --- and still is to those who can see it. Maybe not all of the heads that turned her way were turned away. But not for a long time, now. And here, presented to her out of nowhere, is a chance for adventure. 

Women like her, who are often overlooked, are easy to attract, especially if you are twenty-eight, six-four, have passable looks and are well-off, as I am. They provide fantastic, fiery sex and are grateful beyond words for not being dismissed as out of the game due to age. Personally, I've never understood the yearning after cheerleaders and coeds that seems to be the only taste my contemporaries have. Women like the one sitting across the room from me now have so much more to give that there's no meaningful comparison. 

Nothing is said about the outcome of our encounter, but we both know where we are headed. We consented to it silently this morning in the biography section of the bookstore, confirmed it by mutual eye-contact over coffee and croissant and now, in the early afternoon in my apartment, we slide ever closer to it over early-afternoon drinks. A bit early for me, I admit, but she had nervously requested "something strong" so I fixed us both Bloody Marys.

I purposely took the easy chair across the room from where she sits on the couch. It had confused her at first, put her off balance a little. She is recovering quickly and expertly as we drink and converse, politely if inanely. She looks around at the room, at the furnishings, at me. And I look her over deliberately.

A well-preserved figure under quietly expensive clothes: a generous curve of breast beneath the jacket, long, tapered legs, a fullness in the thigh of which I am, perhaps, overly fond. A flush rises on her cheeks as I look straight into her eyes. Finally she puts down her glass with a little thud of finality and returns my gaze levelly. The moment has arrived. She's regained her self-possession and is telling me that she will not be played with like a hapless mouse, that she's here for the purpose we're both aware of, telling me to make a move or end it. I like her instantly, and very much, for that.

"Come over here," I say firmly, "here next to me."

She rises from the couch and crosses uncertainly to the chair. I take her hand and pull her down till she kneels by the chair. She sighs a little as I caress her hair and cheek, her breath a little ragged with nerves. I tilt her face up until I am looking into her eyes.

"I'd like very much to be with you," I say. "Will you? Will you say yes?"

"Yes." It is so soft that I see her say it rather than hear her. I place her hand, palm down on my thigh and squeeze her fingers around it a little. She squeezes a little on her own, so I move it to the bulge growing hard along the inside of my leg and hear a sharp intake of breath. Her fingers explore the length of it and her breathing deepens. Her eyes close and a soft sound escapes her when she feels the size of it, the promise.

I unzip and ease it out into the open, place her hand around it. For a moment, I think she might lose her nerve, that this is too much, but she is not deterred. She only gasps and opens her eyes. She gazes at it for a long moment, sitting there in the sunlight that filters through the windows. The shadows move across her face as the breeze stirs the branches of the trees. She raises her eyes to mine again.

"Go ahead," I encourage her.

Slowly she bends it toward her face. Her tongue slips out and touches it carefully. Then, with a small, eager sound, she covers the head with her lips.

Ohhh! The warmth of that eager mouth! The lips pull and the tongue slips deliciously around the head and under the ridge of it. Waves of lust flood me and I barely restrain myself from grasping her head and thrusting hard and fast until I come. But I steel myself and contemplate the red spots of excitement high on her cheek bones. I want her complete surrender; I want her to beg me to take her again and again. After a few minutes I reach down and stop her. 

With my lips near her ear I whisper, "Go into the bed room. Take off all of your clothes -- all of them! Lie on the bed and wait for me --- on top of the spread where I can see you."

She rises and passes out of my sight behind the chair. I sip the rest of my drink and force myself to wait five more minutes. When I enter the bedroom she is as I had ordered: naked and lying diagonally across the bed. I am thrilled to see that her thighs are full and round with mature, ripe female flesh, soft and yielding. The light fuzz where they meet matches her hair. Her breasts are smallish but a firm, delightful and satisfying handful, pointed, with large pink aureoles and sharp little nipples standing up now, stiff and inviting. She is a prize worth winning! 

I cross and stand a few inches from her feet so I can se the full length of her. Her eyes fasten on my cock, heavy and half hard, still protruding from my fly. I take a chance.

"Would you like to know what will happen?" I asked.

She looks up at me and nods. I wait to judge her reaction, see how much she can take. When the tip of her tongue snakes out to wet her lips and the flush mounts higher on her neck and face I know she wants it all.

"I'm going to come in your mouth." She gasps and closes her eyes, her hands convulse on the bedclothes. "Then I'm going to eat you till you come in mine; after that, I'm going to fuck you hard and long."

Her stomach tightens and her back arches off the bed. Her hands clutch the bedspread and those voluptuous thighs move against each other, one on top of the other, down again. She opens them and for a moment I can see her soft blonde bush, damp now. When she looks back at me, I strip quickly, letting her watch, then circle the bed. Her head swivels as I walk; her eyes never leave my cock. I grasp one wrist and pull till her head hangs off the edge of the bed and her face is directly under my erection. She strains toward the taut, round head as I lower it to her mouth; her lips part and her tongue begins again to make its little trails around the crown.

"Suck!" I order in a soft, commanding voice. 

I feel her shiver. Her lips close and her mouth works and her tongue lashes insistently back and forth. I look at her body while she works on me. Long and spare, still with a neat nipped-in waist. Not too many kids. Long from hip to knee, providing gorgeous thighs of alabaster flesh laced with delicate blue veins. I long to spread them and bury myself in her even as my climax rises toward her sucking lips. I force it back in exquisite torture. My hand starts to drift toward her breast but I restrain it. Up to this point I've touched only her hands: to help her out of the car pull her down beside me in the living room, and position her on the bed. I want to come in her mouth before so much as kissing her. 

It isn't long. The cum boils up and shoots into her mouth. She utters a muffled cry and grasps the shaft but she swallows and sucks and swallows some more. A little escapes her lips and trickles down the side of her face. When it's over, I walk around the bed till I am between her legs. I lower myself to the bed and push her magnificent thighs open with my hands, then pull them close around my face, soft and fragrant, warm and velvet. Her slit is drenched and her rank aroma drives me wild. I dive into her tongue first and hear her suck in her breath. Her hand grips my hair. I lick and probe. She moans and rolls her head above me, raises her legs and locks her ankles behind my neck. I catch her clit and tongue it, glance up to see her belly flutter and convulse. I settle in, making long slow strokes on her clit and gradually increase the speed. She moans out loud now, her thighs open and close around my face in soft, damp ecstasy.

Soon, her voice is higher and tighter, her movements more urgent. I snake my tongue deep, curl it, probe, twist, withdraw and lick her labia with rough strokes. I nip her clit again between lip-covered teeth, lash it with the tip of my tongue. Her movement urges me on, undulating hips, thighs scissoring against my face, hips bucking gently up and down. I flatten my tongue against her clit and lap hard and fast.

"Oh, God!.......Yes!" 

She is close. Her voice is ragged and hot with need and desire. I grip her ample bottom. My fingers sink into the delicious warm flesh and grip hard. My tongue thrashes her oily little clit.

"AHH!!! YES!! ..... There!....Right there!! More! More! ... ...Uh-huh! Uh-huh!! Please, don't stop!! .... Please, Please! PLEASE!!" 

I don't and she erupts in a long slow orgasm that arches her off of the bed and stiffens her, quaking, with her luscious bottom in my hands.

She descends, gasping and, to the bed. I move up beside her and squeeze her breasts softly while she sobs quietly on my shoulder. She sobs with release, not regret, and soon stops and lies quiet. I slide my hands to her thighs and caress slowly and firmly, feel her deeply, squeeze her hard, enjoy to the fullest the soft, warm, luxurious flesh of her legs. She holds my shoulders and kisses my neck and chest, mewing and purring quietly, letting me have whatever I want. I move down in the bed till my face lies on her thigh. I slide my hand up her leg.

"This is what I like best," I say, kissing her thighs, "this soft, warm flesh high up on the inside of your legs. It's very feminine. It pleases me." 

I force her thighs apart, lower my head, suck in some of that lovely flesh, licking and biting gently, smelling her excitement, hearing her soft moans. I push two fingers deep into her still-wet cunt and she catches her breath a little, then melts her body to mine. I move my hand in and out of her, listening to her breathe and sigh. I keep it up for long, slow minutes, enjoying the hot slickness of her labia. She starts to clutch my arm and whimper a little.

I raise back up and pull her against me. She places her face against my chest and sighs. 

"You have a lovely cunt. I love to feel it wet and pulsing around me. Does this feel good?" 

I stroke her clit with my fingertip and she nods and sighs against my chest. 

"Uh-huh.... do it some mo...more." I finger her faster and deeper and feel her squirm and tremble with the returning desire. I guide her hand to my already stiffening cock and hear her throaty growl as she begins to stroke it.

"See what those sexy legs of yours do? It will be hard soon," I say.

"Can I help?"

"If you want to."

She slides down and covers it once more with her warm, generous mouth and sucks softly and lovingly. Ahhh, she can give so much! I reach down and take her face between my hands. Slowly, I slide my cock in and out of her mouth. The eye contact she makes sets me on fire.

"Move around," I say, and pull on her waist. Soon her cunt is directly above my face and she settles it smoothly onto my mouth. After several long, lovely moments of pushing my tongue deep inside her, licking her labia and nipping her clit, I pull her around again, place her beneath me and plunge into her to the hilt. She cries out and clutches me with arms and legs. Our mouths come together in a hot, passionate, open kiss that never seems to end. 

"Here, taste your lovely moisture," I say to her and she laps at my face and mouth, licking and sucking and making little passionate sounds with her lips.

We fuck wildly and intensely for several minutes, then settle into a long slow climb to the peak. 

Our bodies, oiled with sweat, slip and slide against each other. Her breasts flatten against me, then pop up as I draw back to take one in my hand and squeeze and twist. I roll to the side and she mounts smoothly to sit on top of me. Her hips gyrate wildly. She leans forward, her hands on either side of my face.

"Fuck me now," she whispers, "Fuck me hard, hard, HARD!"

I brace my heels on the mattress and pump my hips hard. Her face goes slack with passion, her eyes close and she stiffens, then erupts with a rush of breath and a low moan. I grasp her waist and turn her under me, slowing the stroke as my own orgasm approaches. I come deep inside her and relax, trembling, on her breast.

Later, when we dress and prepare to drive back to her car, she turns to me at the door and says, hesitantly but firmly, "Can I come back sometime?" The need and hope in her voice and eyes are an aphrodisiac that will last until she does.

"Sure. Call me next week. I'm home most evenings." I grasp her bottom and pull her tight against me for a long, lingering kiss. Then, I write my number on a slip of paper and she puts it in her purse. 

She hesitates a little, then, "I like the way you talk to me. No one's ever talked to me that way before. It's supposed to be dirty, but it's exciting; it .....it makes me want you....very badly!." She was taking chances now, too. "And I like the way you ... just... use me...push me and pull me till I'm where you want me. It's exciting to be turned and twisted and pushed around a little. No one's wanted to do that for a long time. It's not supposed to be smart to say this, I suppose, but I want you to know you can have me whenever you want....do whatever you want to me." She is trembling with the effort it takes to say these things, to conquer the fear.

I pull up her skirt and slip a hand inside her panties to cup her bottom and squeeze hard. "You are gorgeous. I love your bottom and your sweet breasts! Next time you come, wear your prettiest underthings. I'm going to take photos of you."

She calls exactly one week later.

"I'd like to see you," she says breathlessly, a bit hesitantly. It occurs to me that she's not as confident as she had seemed at the end of our first encounter. Doubts. Maybe she thought I had just been playing games with an older woman, taking her to my bed out of amusement or desperation or even cruelty. How many hours had she spent wondering about making this call, about whether she could afford the rejection that she feared?

"Good," I reply immediately, "I can't wait for you to be here again."

"All right!" A rush of relief fills her voice, " ....about noon?"

"Fine. Can you find the place all right?"

"Yes.....see you soon."

"Don't forget... your prettiest underthings."

"Oh! . . . Oh, Yes, all right!"

When she arrives, I let her in and start to take her in my arms for a kiss. She stops me playfully and pushes me back at arms length.

"Go sit," she says, "my show first. Then, you can have me any way you like!"

Catching her mood I play along, sit in my chair and watch as she crosses the room and stands in front of me. She's wearing a nice little suit with a pleated skirt that ends just above the knee. She drops her purse to the floor and slowly raises her skirt till I am staring at those long, perfect legs clad in dark stockings with lace tops held up by a black garterbelt with little roses on it. The tops of her gleaming, ivory thighs contrast boldly with the stockings and the black lace panties that cover the neat triangle between. 

"Do you still like my legs? Like them like this? Do you want to touch them?"

"You know I do!"

Slowly she approaches, the skirt held up to her waist. Her eyes glitter and her half-smile trembles as her breath quickens. She's not just nervous; she's scared to death. She's planned this and it must seem an incredible risk to her.

"Here, touch me. Put your hand high-up, inside, where you said you liked it best. I love it when you touch me there!"

She takes my wrist and guides my hand to her leg, high up above the stockings. I help myself to what she offers. I squeeze for a while then drop my hand down, start at the knee and let my hand glide up the smooth, warm nylon to the lacy tops. The stockings are firmly packed and feel hard to the touch. Then, my hand slides off onto the slight bulge of smooth, soft flesh that's heaven to touch and the warmth springs up my arm and explodes into my chest. Again she touches my wrist, moves my hand to the soft springy mound beneath the panties.

"Just a few strokes . . . Squeeze a little . . . Oh-h-h, that's heaven! Are you getting hard yet?"

"Yes." I grasp a handful of her thigh and knead it, pull it close to my face and kiss it.

"Take it out and show it to me," she says, pulling away.

I unzip and pull out my swollen cock and let it lie along my lap.

"Stroke it for me," she says, "I'll sit over here and watch."

She moves to the couch and sits with her back against the arm and her legs in the seat, skirt still high. I can see the soft under curve of her long, beautiful thighs and the roundness of her bottom.

I stroke and wave my cock. She watches, her eyes narrow. One of her hands drifts to her crotch and starts a slow movement; the other opens the buttons of her blouse, slips inside and begins to fondle her breast.

"Oh-h-h, I've thought about this for a whole week," she whispers, her voice husky and heavy with desire.

"Take off the blouse, I want to watch what you're doing." Her smile widens as she shrugs and throws her shoulders back to let the blouse fall off of her shoulders and down her back. The movement causes her tight little breasts to lift and point to the ceiling. The pale sunlight that filters in through the curtains outline her nipples, pink and stiff.

"Come to me!" she says.

I cross the room and stand beside her. My hand drops to her breast and she plunges her mouth down on my cock with a cry of release. I mash and twist her tit till she cries out, then stop, worried that she is hurt.

"No! Do it some more! Hurt me a little! Please!" I resume my energetic fondling and she sucks me with mounting desire. She plies me with deep, rolling sucks that turn her lips inside out and hollow her cheeks. 

She raises her head once more and says, her voice tense, "Fuck my mouth! Fuck it with that big cock! Like you did last time.....Mmmmmmm!"

I catch her face between my hands and move my hips in and out, watching my cock disappear, then reappear, slick with her saliva. I don't hold back. I gush into her mouth and coat her lips and chin with thick gouts of cum. She whimpers and cries and sucks until I am soft in her mouth. 

She returns from a quick visit to the bathroom completely dressed and made-up, her hair perfectly done.

"So, where's your camera?" she asks.

"I set it up in the bedroom but we can begin in here if you like."

"I'd like to pose for you as you're sitting in your chair."

I get the camera from the bedroom and sit in the chair.

"Wait," I say, "let me adjust the track lighting. You can stand there in front of the fireplace."

It turns out to be a good session. She poses standing before the fireplace with her skirt waist-high; on the couch with her blouse off of one shoulder and breast; on her knees between my legs with my cock in her mouth, her eyes looking lustfully into the lens. 

Later, I pose her on the bed in various stages of undress, in stockings and garterbelt, with and without a bra and panties. I take a beautiful bust shot of her looking across her shoulder, her breasts bare, her nipples stiff and outlined sharply against the dark background. The stockings and belt come off. I photograph those lovely thighs from the back, her bottom a gleaming round moon above them, and from the front, pressed firmly together, her pale blonde fuzz a nest at their apex. She lies on her back, those gorgeous thighs spread wide and raised, her fingers between her cuntlips. One of my favorite shots is of her lying on her stomach smiling back over her shoulder, legs slightly spread. The camera is behind her and the angle emphasizes the round luxury of her thighs and bottom.


The Encounter



With the camera on the tripod, we pose together in several positions, on her knees before me (click); her hand pulling on my cock, the head in her mouth (click); astride me, her hands behind her head, her breasts pointed, her mouth open in lustful passion (click); lying on the floor smiling up into the lens, my cock poised on her lower lip (click).

When I can take no more, I throw myself on her and find her more than ready. She wraps her legs around me and I fuck her furiously, clutching hard at her bottom, causing her breasts to fly beneath me. I plunge and buck in her hot wet cunt. Her moans and gasps are music. We burn each other with our passion and when I come I shower her with semen up and down the length of her body. 

Later, I lie beside her, fondling the ample gifts she offers freely. Her breasts flow through my hands, her thighs are hot and soft. Her lips and tongue sweet when I kiss her.

"Roll over," I command, and she obediently rolls face down beside me. I slip down her body and bury my face between those heavenly thighs, kissing and sucking the flesh, mashing her bottom with my hands. I roll her onto her back and kiss all the way up her body to her breasts.

"Hurt me a little ....like you did before.....just a little ... OK?"

I twist her breast and pinch the nipple till she writhes and whimpers.

"M-m-m-m....OH! I like that! ....now here." She guides my hand to her bottom and rolls onto her stomach again. I grasp and pinch deep. She shifts her hips and moans a little. I grip and pinch harder.

"Hit me! ....Go on.. Spank me a little!"I let go a couple of soft smacks that nevertheless leave handprints in her pale flesh. Her writhing and moaning drive me crazy with desire.

"Harder....C'mon...Harder...I want it! ....HARDER!

I give her a couple of whacks as hard as I can, then shift my position to gain more power. I am getting into it. The smacks ring against the walls.

"YES!YES!YES!", she screams, "More and faster!" I lay on with a will, pummeling her bottom and the backs of her wide, sensuous thighs. Her flesh turns pink, then crimson. My arm tires and I pause to slip my hand high up between her thighs. She's drenched with passion.

"OH! .... Fuck me now!! .......Like this! God!! I'm so hot!! C'mon!!!" She's on her knees and elbows. I'm behind her in a flash positioning my cock at her entrance and hauling back on her hips to slide quickly in to the hilt. I plunge and buck in a frenzy of passion. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, pinch and maul her tits, slap her thighs and bottom unmercifully. My cock is as hard as iron and I piston it in and out with a full stroke. Her flesh trembles and shakes with each blow of my hips against her big, soft ass. 

Tight, high sounds give away her mounting pleasure. Finally we slam to the bed gripped by the intensity of mutual orgasm. She cries softly in my arms for a short while, then kisses me softly, turns her back and snuggles into me spoon-fashion.

For the next hour or more, I lie behind her, my cock buried in her cunt, her warm soft bottom against my groin. I caress her breasts and stomach and thighs and stroke slowly and gently in and out of her till our passion rises, subsides, rises again and is finally completely spent.



The Encounter



"Mmmm .... I think this is the one," Airy mumbled as she fumbled with another key, trying to unlock the door to Tori's and Sam's apartment. 

Now you have to understand, that I was really ecstatic at my luck ... another boring night and nothing to do, I had gone to the movies figuring to kill some time when these two chicks came in and sit down next to me. The movie was just getting started and I could see they were in a hurry to get a seat so they could watch the movie.

I had the aisle seat so they had to cross over in front of me and there were only two seats open in the row I was sitting in clear at the back .But as luck would have it they were not shy and soon there was a lot of chatter, quiet chatter,going on in the back row. 

Seems this chick Samantha knew the guy next to her pretty well and the one next to me was no shy-ann either. Before long we were joking and acting as if we had known each other all out lives, well maybe not that long but it was easy conversation.

And it was still early when the movie got over so I asked if she would like to grab a bite to eat, which she and her friend and the guy she was talking to agreed. So, we went to an all night cafe, one of those Denny's type places and ate. And when we were leaving it seems that Samantha decided to go with the other guy and told Airy she could crash at the apartment if she needed to, which she seemed to think was a good idea cause she took the keys that Samantha offered her.

She turned and put her finger to her pursed lips, as the door opened.It wasn't to hard to figure out that silence was of the utmost. On the way home she had opened up a little more and told me that she and her friends were BI, which didn't bother me in the least, I accept people for who they are and I was too horny to argue, cause she had made a point of rubbing the inside of my leg at the restaurant and smiling at me in that knowing way that tonight could be a special night if I was game. And boy was I game ...

She was one of the hottest babe's I had been out with in a long time. And I hadn't even started out with her in the beginning. Just another boring night that had taken a turn for the better there in that darkened theater.

She was about 20, close as I could guess and full-figured. Big all the way around but not too big. I liked what I saw and she could tell by the look in my eyes that I was her's for as long as she needed me.

She tip-toed down the hall and closed the door on one room and led me to the other bedroom and closed the door behind us and lit a candle on the night stand, before turning to me and wrapping her arms around my neck and planting the sweetest kiss on my lips. Her delicate tongue probing my lips. I was so hot by now I was peeling her clothes off as she was peeling mine off.

We both knew by the others actions that the minute we got behind closed doors it was going to be wild abandoned sex. She practically pushed me onto the bed as she unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my legs, stepping out of hers as she did so and I could see her nicely trimmed bush through her almost transparent panties, and her breasts were the most beautiful I had seen in a long time which I had no trouble seeing in the candle light through the matching cami top she had on.

I couldn't wait to get them off her as she practically ripped my bikini briefs from me and squealed ecstatically as she saw my clean- swollen throbbing cock. 

"I love it," she squealed again, diving for it and devouring it easily, swallowing my meat like a half starved animal and I thought for a moment I was going to explode right then and there ... and ... damnnnnn ... I did ... and she swallowed hungrily as it exploded in her mouth again and again.

Ohhhhhh.... Goddddddd," I cried ... probably too loudly ... but I was in heaven as she sucked every drop from my balls ... squeezing them again and again until she was certain that she had milked me dry.

"Now we can get down to some SERIOUS fucking she said as she stood on the bed and slipped her remaining garments and grabbing the headboard with both hands lowered her nicely trimmed beaver to my mouth, which I welcomed with my lips parted wide, my tongue lashing out and licking her swollen clit voraciously.

"YESSSSSSSS," she screamed, as my lips wrapped around her clit and began sucking like a starving baby suckling at its mother's breast. And I knew that if there was anyone awake they heard her scream at least four apartments away, but I didn't care maybe I had shot my load but I was still horny and I was not going to deny her in her moment of need.

"OHHHHHH... MYYYYYY ..... GODDDDDDD," she screamed again, her body going rigid as she ground her pussy into my face and I sucked her clit harder and harder....

"YESSSSSSS.... YESSSSSS ... FUCKK!!!!" she screamed as she threw her head back ... and rode my face like a bull rider in the rodeo.

It was precisely at that moment that I heard the bedroom door squeak and a gasp came from the doorway ...

"YESSSSSSSS," Airy screamed once more and then her body went limp and she leaned forward against the headboard, exhausted, her legs wrapped tightly around my head as I swallowed her cum and allowed her spent clit slip from my mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, babyyyyy," she moaned, not moving, but I could tell that she was definitely satiated for the mo ... DAMNNNNN my mind screamed as I felt someone's hot mouth engulf my erection.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

"You are TOO fucking much," Airy moaned as she dismounted my face and I saw the blonde for the first time, sucking on my cock as if she hadn't had a thing to eat for a week. I could see lust burning in her eyes as she went down all the way and I felt the head of my cock disappear somewhere in her throat and I moaned with the ecstasy. My God but she was good.

"Jesusssss," I moaned as she squeezed my balls, sucking my cock like a sugar daddy.

Then Airy moved to the foot of the bed and coaxed the blonde onto the bed and lay down next to me as she pulled Tori's pussy down to her face ... 

"Yummmmm," she purred as she slid her tongue into the smooth lips and began licking her delicious juices.

"Yessssss," she squealed as she tasted the cum filling that Tori had therein.

I turned on my side and pulled Airy to me as I licked her clit to erection again. I could tell that she was extremely turned on again but I had no way of knowing the prize she had found within Tori's pussy. Not that it would have mattered to me anyways as I was concentrating my efforts on her now throbbing clit and her hips were humping my face again.

Several minutes went by and I could tell that Airy was getting pretty excited. My cock was so hard and her cunt was pretty well sucked. 

"FUCK ... I need that COCK in my pussy," she gasped as she rolled to a kneeling position ... and Tori relinquished her prize gladly as she moved to the head of the bed and mounted my face doggie style as I felt Airy sliding her pussy down the length of my hard cock.

I was in FUCKING HEAVEN by now. This was WAY TOO FUCKING much!!

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that a boring night was going to turn out this way. Airy was like a bull rider. Hanging on for dear life and not going down till the sun comes up. I knew I was in for a long night now.

Since I had already unloaded in her mouth earlier, I was none to quick to cum a second time as she rode me for what seemed an eternity. Screaming again and again as she orgasmed. She'd had so many orgasms that I could not even begin to count ...

And I knew she could feel my throbbing member getting ready to explode as she screamed, "YES BABY ... CUMM FOR ME ... FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR DELICIOUS CUMMMMM."

And just as my cock exploded inside her..."YESSSSSS.... GODDDDDD.... YESSSSSS," she screamed as she drove her pussy down hard on my cock, orgasming as I filled her luscious pussy with my love potion. And at that moment Tori ground her pussy down on my face as I sucked her clit hard, her love juices flooding my mouth till I had to swallow before I drowned.

"GODDDDDD," I moaned gasping for air as Tori dismounted my mouth, and I felt Airy squeezing my balls, milking me completely dry.

No sooner had she dismounted my cock and Tori was into her like a hungry kitten at the milk dish, licking and sucking as Airy dove for my cock, licking it clean and sucking like a newborn calf on my wilting member.

Once everyone had been licked clean Airy got up and went to the night stand and pulled out a harness and slipped into it as I watched her pull a dildo from the night stand and mounted it on the pink plug. This was one of those special deluxe harness with the plug on dildo's that don't slip at the wrong time.

The dildo was large and long. About 9 inches I guess. I glanced over to Tori and saw the glazed look in her eyes as she awaited satisfaction.

It was cold I am sure but Tori was anxious and didn't care as Airy mounted her doggie style from behind and she smiled from ear to ear as Airy began riding her like a champion stud.

Tori was moaning incoherently as Airy slid the dildo into her again and again and after about five minutes I could see Tori rocking with Airy's rhythm. Pushing back harder and harder as Airy fucked her closer and closer to orgasm, and when she reached her peak...

"OHHHHH GODDDDDD... FUCK ME AAIIIIRRRYYYY.... ", She screamed as Airy grabbed her by the cheeks and began slamming that dildo into her in long hard strokes, driving her up the bed till her head was jammed against the headboard. 

"YESSSSSSSS,' she squealed as her body stiffened, bridging the gap between reality and total release. Airy held her there as she continued slamming the dildo into her for another thirty seconds, driving her completely into oblivion, which is when she collapsed, unconscious,a smile on her face that would not fade even as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Airy smiled at me as she dismounted Tori's limp body, a loud slurppping sound emitting from her VERY well fucked pussy as the dildo slid out.

Releasing the straps at her hips the harness fell from her as she held the dildo in her left hand and held it out to me."My turn," she said.

Well, my cock was well fucked and limp and not up to the task so I figured what the hell, taking the harness from her, "You sure this thing isn't a little big," I asked as she helped me with the harness.

"It's just the right size babe," she said as she rolled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, inviting me to plunder her with the dildo.

I crawled between her widespread legs and felt a little ashamed at having to ram that huge thing into her, but she was hot and needed more than I could offer at the moment. So without too much ado, slipped the head of it into her beautiful pussy.

"Yes ... baby ... fuck me with that cock," she moaned as it slid in further and further, till, to my surprise it was complete buried in her. I was mildly surprised that she could take it all, but then realized that it was not the first time she had experienced it.

"Fuck me Brian!! Ride me like a stallion," she moaned as I leaned forward and began fucking her with that cock. 

It slid in so smooth and easily, not to my surprise now, and soon our rhythm was picking up speed and she wrapped her legs around my hips and began pulling me into her harder and harder until she began thrashing around on the bed, like a wild animal.

"God, that feels good ... your balls slapping my ass like this..." she moaned as she spiraled up that staircase to orgasm.

"HARDER..." she screamed as I began slamming it into her like a battering ram.

"YESSS ... YESSSS," she screamed at the top of her lungs as she approached the peak of orgasm.

OHHHHH ... GODDDDD.... IMMMMM ... CUMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGG," she screamed as her body stiffened, her legs locking around my hips trying to hold me close, her body convulsing as I strained against her love lock and continued slamming it into her.

"IEEEEEEEEEEEE," she squealed for almost ten seconds and then collapsed, exhausted and just as unconsciousness as Tori was. 

I was pretty well wore out myself as I slipped the harness off and lay down next to Airy and was soon sound asleep.

That was a BIG mistake, which I learned upon waking shortly after 9 am, my cock firmly entrenched in Airy's mouth as Tori was mounting my face . . . . .



The Encounter



This is a continuation of the story, Choices, previously posted.

We were going back to the same hotel. I was still unsure of how to feel about it all. After all, this was where my wife had publicly given herself to a stranger in front of me. She says all she did was orally satisfy him, but I could never be sure. I tried to check, afterward, when the two of us had gone back up to our room. But, other than her very, very wet pussy, there was no evidence. Still, it was so exciting. To wonder what had happened after they left my sight.

We talked about it the rest of the night. How exciting it was for her to show off for me, and how exciting it was for me to see with her with another man. She had gotten the idea some time ago, when while making love, I had brought up the subject of her being with another man. She’d done it for me, and found out how exciting it had been for her as well.

This time it was starting in much the same way as last time. Only this time, I would arrive on time. I get to the desk to check in, to find that my wife has already checked in. I get my keycard and head for the elevator to take me up to our room. I enter, and hear my wife rummaging around with something in the bathroom. I stand and look at her as she walks into the room taking in the outfit she has chosen for tonight. She has on a simple long black dress, with a deep plunging neckline in front. Her breasts are on display, yet bounce when she walks. Not a push up bra this time. Perhaps she resurrected that shelf bra I always wanted her to wear, but wouldn't. The dress also had a front slit over her left leg that went nearly to her hip. Each step in those knock me down and fuck me black pumps, would expose her whole leg, far above the tops of her thigh high stockings. A flash of color at the top told me she was wearing bright blue panties tonight. This was a woman ready to hunt.

"Well, you finally made it I see." She said. 

"And on time too" I replied. 

"Not really. You see, I'm changing the rules again and you'll just have to deal with it," you announced. "I'm heading down to the lounge. You wait here a half-hour, then you can come down and watch me. What you're wearing is fine." And she was off. 

I can come down and Watch Her? It's starting all over again. My dick began to fill with blood as my mind filled with lusty images of my wife and what she might do this time.

At the assigned time, I left the room and went down into the lounge. The same group was playing that had been here the last time. I checked the bar, but couldn't find her there. Looking over at the booth she had occupied the last time, I found her. Damn she works fast. Or, maybe this had been pre-arranged. I grabbed a booth, which provided a good view. Wondering if I should just leave. But my lust got the better of me, and I ordered a drink when the waitress arrived.

She was all over this guy. She glanced over to see that I had arrived and that I could see her. She pulled her new partner out onto the dance floor, her dress parting at the slit as she straddled his leg. With both of her hands on this guy's ass, pulling herself onto his leg, she began to rub her pussy against him. There were no subtleties this time. This was an all out seduction. As if this guy needed anything more that an invitation. No, this seduction was for my benefit.

One of her hands came out from behind her partner's back and disappeared between their bodies. The smile on his face told me she had made contact. His smile soon changed to one of surprise. As they turned slightly, while still attempting some semblance of dancing, I could see only her wrist, her hand deep inside his fly, rubbing up and down. This went on for some time, with my wife occasionally looking over at me to make sure I was watching. And, when she caught my eye, would blow me a kiss, and pull on her partner's dick just a little harder.

A little while later, I could see her pulling him, by his dick, back to their booth. When they got there, she sat down on the bench seat with her partner standing right in front of her. Looking over at me once again to make sure I wasn't missing anything, she pulled his cock out of his slacks. She spent the next few minutes licking up and down its length as though it were a candy cane. Then, looking directly at me, she slid her mouth over the crown and continued downward until her nose was pushed against his body. A moment later, as she pulled her mouth back up, she resumed eye contact, and actually winked at me.

Shoving his cock back into his pants for him, she stood and indicated he should take his seat. She walked toward me. Her makeup was a mess, with smeared lipstick and a huge grin on her face. I was preparing myself for some kind of confrontation, but instead of stopping, she simply dropped a piece of paper on my table and kept walking.

With trembling hands, I unfolded the paper. A simple message greeted me inside. It said, "If you want to see the rest of this performance, you must follow my instructions exactly. First: Go immediately to our room. Second: Take off all of your clothes and put them in a drawer. Third: Go to the closet, and put on the clothing you find sitting on the chair. Fourth: close the closet door and wait. Fifth: When we enter the room, and while we are in the room, you are not to make a sound or otherwise draw attention to yourself. If you do, you will be forced to leave. If you agree to these conditions, go now!"

I'd had an erection since I first saw her with him. It had been leaking pre-come the whole time. As I finished reading her instructions, an orgasm overcame me and I flooded my shorts with what felt like more cum than I'd ever produced before. It had happened without ever touching myself. Still lightheaded from my orgasm, I arose and stumbled my way across the room to the elevators. I felt somewhat normal by the time I had gotten to our room, but still fumbled the keycard a little when trying to open the door. Entering the room, I proceeded to do as the note had told me.

When I got to the closet, I noticed the louvered double doors facing the bed. I opened them, and saw on the chair, what I was supposed to wear. A pair of panties, lying atop a pair of stockings. I had worn her panties a couple of times before and found it exciting. In fact, the night of the last encounter at this very hotel, she had had me wear them. The stockings were something new though. Perhaps to remind me to stay in the closet and not make any noise. Being found by her lover would indeed be humiliating.

I struggled getting each stocking on. Remembering how my wife put them on, helped a little, but it was quite different from putting on a pair socks. Once I had them on, I picked up the panties and slid them on up my now silky legs. What an incredible feeling, enhanced by the thin strip of cloth on the thong panty nestled snugly in the crack of my ass. I suddenly noticed, that sometime during these activities, I had another erection. Just after sitting on the chair and closing the door, I heard noises out in the hall, and then the door to the room being opened.

In spite of hiding in a closet, I could see fairly well. They came in with my wife hanging on for dear life. The festivities had apparently started before they had gotten to the room. Her dress was completely unbuttoned. Her bra still in place, but probably only because it was her shelf bra and her breasts were offered up as though being held up by two lacy hands. They were shiny around the nipples, her new friend has obviously been enjoying them in the elevator. Her dress fell off her arms and onto the floor as she moved toward the bed. 

He turned her around to face him, and pushed her backwards. She fell to a sitting position on the bed, and as she looked up at him, found his cock pushing her lips apart and he entered her mouth. "You have a soft mouth slut. One that my dick loves. Now suck me!" 

Slut? Who the Hell did this guy think he was? Downstairs she was the instigator and looked to be in charge. Now, here she was, moaning around a hard cock pushing into her throat and being called a slut. And, she was apparently loving it. It was the first time I had seen her with another man. My feelings were all over the scale. I was devastated with feelings of inadequacy, jealous that she would do this, not only to me, but also in front of me. Turned on beyond belief. I had had a massive orgasm not long before without being touched, physically, yet here I was with yet another raging hard on.

He was now holding her head in his hands and pushing and pulling her mouth from the top of his dick to the bottom. I could see her throat swell as he pulled her face up against he abdomen. This wasn't simply oral sex, this was face fucking. And, she was loving it. Suddenly, he pulled her to him, to bury his cock in her throat and held her there. With a final thrust forward, he began to spill his seed into my wife's throat as she struggled to swallow and breath at the same time.

When he finished his orgasm, he pulled my wife up on her feet and smothered her mouth with his. Her arms went up around his neck pulling his face closer to hers, his hand firmly on her ass. Suddenly he pushed her backward so that she fell back on the bed, her legs dangling off the end. He reached forward, and grabbing her panties, ripped them off her and tossed them aside. I was so startled to see her panties flying toward me, I nearly broke my silence. He then pushed her legs apart and, falling to his knees, buried his face in her very wet pussy. Shrieking for joy, she reached down and put her hands on the back of her lover's head. It looked as though she was trying to push his head right into her hungry pussy. She climaxed very soon, but he kept on, working her like a fine instrument that only he knew how to play. He would alternate sucking, and then nibble on her clit, while pushing two or three fingers into her. I couldn't help but look down to see the reaction this was having on him. His cock hard again, was leaking onto the carpet below him. From the sounds she was making, and the way her body would jerk uncontrollably, my wife experienced several orgasms. She had been multi-orgasmic as long as I had known her, but this was something far beyond the norm, for us.

After twenty minutes, or so, of this kind of treatment, he stood up, and grabbing her by the hair, pulled her head back to his cock so he could enjoy more of her cocksucking talent. She dove for his cock with no further coaxing, and buried it in her throat. As he, once again, began fucking her mouth, she moved one of her hands down to her pussy, and after thoroughly coating her middle finger with her own juices, moved it back to her lover's ass. She started to ease that finger into his tight hole. His groan as it entered was encouragement enough for her to begin fucking it in and out of his ass while his cock was working in and out of her throat. What was so surprising to me was that this was something I had always wanted her to do for me as she was sucking on my dick. Something she refused to do for me, she was now doing for someone else, knowing I was watching every stroke. My cock began to twitch. I looked down to dimly see, the tops of my stockings were becoming soaked with my pre-cum. Just then I exploded into my panties. The dark spot getting larger and larger, as some of the cum leaked through the fabric to sit on top. Another orgasm with no stimulation other that what I saw. Amazing.

The sounds of my wife's blowjob were interrupted by her lover announcing, "You've drunk enough of my cum my little whore, now it's time to fuck that delicious pussy of yours." Not willing to let his dick go, he had to push her mouth off. 

He picked her up and threw her fully onto the bed, where she immediately spread her legs and started begging him to fuck her. "Please lover, please fuck me now. I want you in me. I want your cum inside me." 

With that, he moved up onto the bed, between her legs. Putting his hands under her ass, he pulled her up and toward his cock. He actually, pulled her all the way onto his erection and began the same kind of motion while in her pussy as he had with her mouth. It was an incredible thing to watch. The gyrations she had gone through while he ate her, were nothing compared to what she was doing now. Not satisfied with him controlling all the action, she was pushing herself onto him as well. Trying, it appeared, to get as much of him into her as possible. His staying power was incredible. They continued the pace for the next half hour until slammed himself into her and announced he was coming again. 

This sent her over the edge yet again, as she screamed through another orgasm. "You", she said, "are the best fuck I have ever had." Not the best thing to hear your wife say to another man.

"Not bad bitch", he said. "Now, get down here and suck my dick clean." It was like she had been given the keys to the candy store. She was on his dick in a flash sucking up both of their juices. "Enough. Get me a scotch from the mini bar, and a cigarette slut." 

"Right away lover." 

She ran to the bar, put ice in a glass, and opening a bottle of scotch from the minibar, poured him the drink he had ordered. She took a cigarette from the pack on the dresser, and lighting it, handed him the drink and put the cigarette in his mouth. She then knelt at his feet while he enjoyed the break in the action. No words were spoken and he smoked the cigarette and finished his drink. Finally the tension got to be too much for her and she moved in between his legs, and once again welcomed his dick into her inviting mouth. Slowly this time. With as much eroticism as she could muster, she tried to get him hard again. 

"You know", he whispered, "if you get it hard again, I'm going to use the only unused hole in your whore body." I could see her shiver with excitement as she nodded her head rapidly up and down. Never letting his dick fall from her mouth.

"It's Time," he announced. "Get up on the bed on your hands and knees, it time to fuck your beautiful slut ass. 

She practically threw herself on the bed this time, and quickly got into the position he had demanded. She was so hot, she began to rub her own pussy, telling him "yes, fuck my whore ass. I want you to slam your cock all the way in, and come in my ass. Do anything you want to me, please, just keep fucking me." 

He dipped his dick back into her pussy long enough to coat it with the residue of their last coupling. Then, with the tip of his dick resting against the rosebud of her anal passage, he told her, "If you want it in your ass, you put it in there. Go on slut, push your ass back onto my dick and impale yourself." 

She immediately began pushing back against his cock. We had tried anal sex a couple of times, but never got very far. She complained it hurt too much. And that was with the aid of lubricant. Here she was begging to get ass fucked with no lubrication other than their cum on his dick. When the head popped through her sphincter she yelped. Obviously in pain, I expected her to stop as she had in the past. A look at the determination in her face told be, this dick was going all the way in. She kept working at it, and when she finally felt his balls slapping her pussy, she grinned from ear to ear happy with her accomplishment. 

"Not bad slut", he told her. "Are you ready for a real fucking now?"

Her answer was to pull away from his cock until only the head was in, and then, without warning, shoved back hard to slam his cock all the way back into her ass. Just as they had done when he was fucking her pussy, it was not love making. This was pure animal fucking. She continued to have orgasms. Orgasms, from being fucked in the ass. This is not the woman I knew. She was under some other kind of control.

"OK Bitch, we're about to make it three for three," he said as he slammed one last time deep into her ass and shot yet another load of cum into her exhausted body. 

He fell forward onto her back with labored breathing. This guy was a machine, but finally showed some signs of mortality. A few minutes later he withdrew from her body and sat at the end of the bed. My wife rolled over to see where her lover had gone. She rolled of the side of the bed, and on her hands and knees, crawled to the end of the bed where her lover sat. 

Crawling between his legs, she looked up at him and said, "Shall I clean you up this time as well? Master?"

What the Hell was going on? She was actually going to suck his dick after it had been in her ass? How had she gotten this nasty? I couldn't believe it. But, when he nodded yes, her head moved forward and yet again sucked his cock into her mouth. She lovingly sucked and licked his cock for the next five or ten minutes until she was sure no evidence of its activity remained.

He then arose from the bed, and patting her on the top of the head, told her, "That was very nice my little whore. Perhaps I should keep you. You could make me a considerable amount of money with the talent you've shown me tonight." She shivered again in excitement. I was frozen to my chair, waiting to hear what would be said. Was I about to lose my wife?

"But no", he finally said. "I don't think so." 

I finally was able to start breathing. The look on my wife's face betrayed her disappointment. He dressed, and patting her on the head one last time, said "Good Night" and left the room. She lay back on the bed, resting. Then, sitting up, she came over to the closet and pulled open the doors. 

Looking down at my panty-encased dick, she started to laugh, saying, "I see you really liked the performance." 

I had to agree, I had already cum twice, my front of my panties were soaked as well as the tops of my stockings. She pulled me to my feet, and planted her mouth on mine. The mouth that had just cleaned her lovers dick after fucking her ass. It didn't taste foul though. Apparently amused at my surprise, my wife told me she had earlier used an enema. That this whole night had been orchestrated for my benefit. Apparently she knew me better than I knew myself. The panties, the stockings. Unlike the last time, I was to watch her being used. And used she was. She knelt down in front of me and began to lick up the mess on the front of my panties. 

"Hmmmmm, I do like the taste of you the best you know." As she said that, I once again exploded, this time into the confines of my loving wife's mouth.

Thanks to Loving Angel for her editing of this story and her encouragement.

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The Encounter



Sitting in the restaurant waiting for her friend to show up Lee wondered why it seemed her life lately had become a crazy mix of work, work, and work. Looking at her watch one more time she starts thinking about her life; it had been months, to long, since she had been on a date let alone had sex. Not that she wasn’t an attractive person, just a bit over the generally accepted weight of beauty. If she were to lose thirty pounds her body would be considered very sexy, with large breasts and curvy hips, but she just had been so busy with work she hadn’t really even had time to worry about it. 

Looking at her watch again, sighing, she glances around the room, everyone seems to be here with a date or a spouse or a partner; and here she sits, alone as usual. As she looks around again she notices the sexy man in the corner looking at her. He isn’t alone, he has his back against the wall his date, wife, partner is facing him. His eyes are what caught her attention the first time, his arms, the second, but it was the strong long looking fingers that caught and held her attention. He was looking at her, but slowly running his fingers up and down his date’s hand, but staring at Lee. The intense look was rather unnerving, then he slowly looked down to her chest, Lee could feel that look burn into her chest, her nipples getting hard, her breathing picking up pace. Moreover, he knew, because a slow grin spread across his face, followed by a quick wink. Lee shook her head and let out a little laugh, it had been way to long since she had sex. 

Looking to the door, she notices her girlfriend finally has arrived. As her friend walks toward the table she once more glances at the man, he is still staring, and as he catches Lee’s eyes he licks his finger and slowly reaches over and runs his finger over his dates lips all the while looking at Lee. As her friend sits down, she notices Lee is a bit flustered and asks what is up…Lee laughs and says it has been to long since I have had sex. After enjoying their meal, Lee and her friend stand up to say their goodbyes, before leaving Lee glances across the room looking at the man one more time, not realizing that her look is hungry, wanting.

As she heads back to work, like a typical evening, going in after hours, she thinks I am going to have to do something about needing sex. As she enters the entryway heading into the office, she feels a hand grab her shoulder. Gasping and turning around she feels her mouth covered with a hard mouth, pushing with all her might gathering her breath to let out a scream she about chokes when she realizes who her ‘Attacker’ is, it is the man from the restaurant, still freaking she trys to push him back. Feeling his hands cover her breasts and squeezing her nipples, pulling on them even as he sucks her tongue into his mouth. Lee feels her body tensing, moistening, heating. Gathering her senses a bit she pushes against his shoulder and looks around, there is nobody around. The entryway to work is absolutely abandoned, and she relaxes into the kiss. 

Suddenly he pushes her against the wall and pulls her shirt up, biting on her nipple hard, making her scream, then pulling her breast out of the cup of the bra, asking forgiveness with his lips and tongue as he gently licks and sucks. Lee feels his hands slide down her back grabbing her ass as he pulls her into his body, feeling his hard cock pressing into her belly. She starts gasping, panting, her crotch is soaked, as he pulls her skirt up, she can feel her panties sticking to her pussy with moisture, then he slowly slides two of those long hard fingers up and down the wetness. Lee gasps and her head slides back, she reaches forward, pulling on his belt and pants, getting them unzipped but not unbuttoned, before he slides down her body and pulling her panties aside sticks his tongue into her pussy lips, and licking from her vagina to her clit, sucking on her clit, then slowly she feels him stick two fingers insider her, slow then fast pressing for that spot. 

AAaaa, god he hits it and she feels herself start to shudder, feeling herself coat his fingers, as he starts moaning on her clit she about falls apart, grabbing his shoulders she pulls him up begging him to put his cock in her, she reaches down and finishes opening his pants pushing them down so his hard cock can be free. She grabs his dick and pulls it towards her pussy, he again grabs her ass and lifts setting down on the bench in the entryway, he pulls her down on his cock, gasping as he feels the muscles in her vagina, clench on him as he pushes in and in. He almost cums as he feels her muscles spasming on him, and then she starts to move moaning and begging for him to fuck her. He can’t hold back anymore and starts lifting her hips with his hands pounding her down onto his dick while he pushes up, he leans forward bites a nipple and then pulls back as he can’t control a groan escaping. Lee feels her body tensing and then suddenly releasing in a shock wave of shudders and muscle contractions she lets out a scream, feeling her go over the edge the man, starts pumping faster as he feels his balls tightening finally he feels the rush of sperm leaving his dick filling her, as he experiences a powerful orgasm. 

Lee’s head falls forward and lays on his chest as he leans his head back against the wall. Slowly she starts to realize where she is, more importantly, that she doesn’t know who he is. He starts to feel her tense, and leans down, lifts her head up and grins at her. She feels him lift her off his lap, standing her on her feet. He reaches to her crotch and pulls her panties back over her sopping pussy, slides her skirt down her hips, and pulls her shirt down over her breasts without putting them back in her bra. He stands up zips and buttons his pants, winks and walks away.

Lee is in shock, she can’t believe what she has just done, and then she looks up, sees the video camera that she knows feeds to the guard's station, groans, turns around and decides to go home and finish her work in the morning. 



The Encounter



She anxiously awaits to here the rumble of his truck pulling into the hotel parking lot. She looks around the room and makes sure that her seduction is all in place. The lights are dimmed, a few candles are lit and glowing, bottles of Mountain Dew and water are chilling in the sink, and the soft instrumental music completes the scene. She glances in the mirror and touches up her lipstick and smoothes over her wayward curls. She lays out a fresh set of towels for him knowing that he'll want a shower once he gets there.

Finally, he arrives. She slowly opens the door allowing him entrance into the room. He walks by her with that sly smile of his as she hangs the Do Not Disturb tag on the door and locks it. He puts his weekend bag down as she moves to him. Welcoming her into his embrace she receives the first of many kisses yet to come. However, this first kiss is soft and gentle at first, but turns into the needy kiss of desire that both are searching for. He glances around the room and smiles at her as she tells him that his shower awaits him. She moves to the bed and turns the covers down while he reaches for the towels and makes his way to the bathroom.

The anticipation bubbles up within her hearing the shower turn off. She licks her lips waiting for the door to open and rises out of the bed to meet him. He stands before her in only a towel. Her nails run up his arms and shoulders circling her arms around his neck. His arms are around her waist moving up her back. It is so quiet…this moment that passes between them before he leans down and softly licks her bottom lip. She feels his hand moving up her back then his fingers in her hair. Feels his grip tightening in her hair as he tugs lightly, yet forceful, exposing her neck. She feels his most lips and tongue explore every inch of her neck. Her body starts to tremble as her hand move down his chest and around his waist. He slowly allows her head to lean forward as his soft lips touches hers. The most powerful kiss is soon to come; she knows this by experience now. That forceful kiss that she awaits now shows that his need is as much hers. She moans into his mouth letting him know that it is immensely enjoyed. 

Her hands move towards his chest again. Still kissing, lips never parting as their tongues do the most primal of dances. She lowers her hand and feels the hard bulge in front of her. She smiles into the kiss as she feels him react to her soft touch. She moves to find where the towel is folded together and loosens it and hears it fall to the ground. She takes a step back, kneels, and runs her hands down his stomach and they move around to grab his cheeks. She pulls him closer to her, yet to touch his throbbing cock. She lightly touches the tip of her tongue to the pink satiny head then blows lightly. She giggles quietly when she hears his OMG moan. He steps back from her and takes her hand and helps her rise. Giving her a quick kiss he moves to the bed and lays down pulling her to him. They lay there for a few minutes just kissing and caressing each other. He slowly unbuttons her nightgown and pushes it off her shoulders baring her breasts. He leans down to lick a hard nipple and her back arches against his mouth. She feels his hand move between her thighs, parting them slightly and glides his finger over her moistening slit. She inhales sharply and moans at his sensitive touch.

Not willing to be completely submissive yet, she rolls him on his back and puts some pillows behind his back. She slowly spreads his legs and moves between them. She leans down and kisses up the inside of his leg, nibbling here and there. Slowly making her way to his hard cock she hears him sigh, knowing that the stress of the work day is leaving his body and this makes her smile up at him. She uses the tip of her nose and moves along the velvety soft skin of his hard cock. Her warm breath blows across the now over sensitized flesh. Finally after a few strategic wet-teasing licks around the head of his cock, she buries it all the way into her mouth. She feels his body stiffen to this quick move and knows she is pleasing him. She proceeds to suck his cock like he has never had done before. She feels his hand in her hair, grabbing her locks, and guiding her mouth along his hard cock. Helping her to set the pace to drive him to oblivion. Licking and stroking his balls as well, nothing goes untouched. She feels his body tense and his balls tighten as his breathing becomes more erratic and knows he's about to cum. Her mouth covers his hard throbbing cock waiting to receive the benefits of her sensual torture. She watches his face and moans as his release makes him moan loudly and accepts his tasty gift as his body goes limp. She smiles at him and he takes her in his arms and holds her, running his fingers through her hair, relaxing as he recoups his strength.

Being so aroused from giving him head, she squeezes her legs together and feels her clit throbbing. Knowing how he likes to watch, she spreads her legs a bit and slides her finger down her body and over her pulsating clit. She doesn't touch it directly just yet; she moistens her finger with her wetness and then pulls her finger back over her clit. First rubbing it lightly in small circles her knees spread further and relax open on the bed. He takes his hand and rubs her hard nipples, pinching them a bit for shock effect as he kisses her deeply. She once again moans into his mouth urging his exploration further. She feels his hand move down her body and over her hand encouraging a more rapid pace. His hand caresses her lips as her hips grind against his hand. She feels his fingers part her lips and slide against the wet, soft skin. His finger teasing her pussy and sliding it further down. He moves away from her making her whimper only to find him moving between her knees. His hands move back up her legs and she feels his finger press against her hard, swollen clit. The shock of pleasure makes her arch her back off the bed. She feels his hands wrapping around her hips as his head is buried between her legs now. His limber tongue begins to caress all the sensitive areas there. She even feels him biting and sucking on her clit. He once again pulls away as she is about to reach that first mind wrenching orgasm…her breathing is labored and makes a soft purring noise. 

Her eyes are closed trying to recover from the loss of his touch. Only to be replaced by his hard cock rubbing now against her clit. Getting his cock slick with her wetness, he slowly slides it inside of her. Her legs wrap around his legs as she lifts her pelvis off the bed trying to take him deeper. He resists her now taking charge and he begins to move his hips, excruciatingly slow at first. She feels his cock filling her pussy as she tightens her muscles around his hardness. They both moan as they slowly move together as one.

Before long she slides him out of her and she turns around. He slides his cock back into her very wet dripping pussy. Now she begins to grind against him. She looks back in time to see him pull a finger from his mouth and gently begins to play with her ass. He grabs a handful or hair and pulls back hard as he slaps her in the ass for shock value. She is about cum at that moment, but that very moment is intensified as she feels him insert his finger into her ass. She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit with her finger while the rest of them rub his balls on each inward thrust. Both feel the orgasm mounting and the pace quickens until both scream out in their release. They both collapse on the bed, both breathless and spent.

Now comes her most prized time with him, when they are both sated and relaxed. They talk about everything and nothing, caress each other, share soft kisses, snuggle, nap, and get recharged for round 2. 



The Encounter



Dave occupied a table near the bar, with the other regulars, nursing a pint of ale when Miss Blue Dress entered the tavern.  Her erect nipples danced beneath her knee-length, azure blue, button-front shirtdress as she wended her way to the bar.  She smiled at the lascivious men who “accidentally” collided with her, allowing them to ogle her breasts or fondle her behind.  Dave watched as she slithered onto a barstool and leaned seductively against the bar.  Miss Blue Dress was precisely what Dave was looking for.

He stood up casually behind her and furtively slipped his hand beneath her arm, clasped it tightly over her breast, and firmly squeezed the ample orb.  He expected the usual punitive slap for his untoward behavior; instead, she moaned softly while she undid the top button of her dress exposing more of her ample cleavage, confirming her interest in spending the evening with him.  He brazenly slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress and massaged the inside of her thigh while he whispered into her ear, “Come home with me.”

“How can I refuse?” she replied as she poured herself off the stool.

Dave held open the door while she alighted on the passenger seat of his Lotus.  “Where are we going?” she inquired as he ignited the engine.

“It’s a surprise,” he smiled as he accelerated away from the curb.  “Tell me about your first time,” Dave commanded as he shifted into a higher gear.

“My first time,” she softly intoned, “doing what?”  She unbuckled her high-heeled sandals and kicked them off.

Dave sped the roadster onto the motorway out of the city, “Tell me how you lost your virginity.”

“I went for a walk in the woods,” she said while brushing her fingers through her hair and shaking it loose into the breeze.  “He was a stranger,” she uttered as she slipped her index finger inside her bodice and teased her nipple.  “I was young,” she moaned as a damp circle appeared on her blue dress.  “End of story,” she declared while turning her attention to her other nipple.

Dave pulled the roadster to the side of the motorway, grabbed her throat, and turned her head.  “Tell me everything,” he demanded of the recalcitrant female,  “leave nothing out.”

“I went for a walk in the woods on a hot summer day,” reiterated Miss Blue Dress as she freed another button and gingerly exposed her glistening nipples as Dave re-entered the expressway.  “My destination was a secluded pool at the bottom of a waterfall where I could rinse off the sweat.  I left my clothes piled upon the rocks and, covering my breasts, waded into the chilly water.  The icy bath hardened my nipples as I entered the water.”  Dave glanced at her as she fully exposed her alabaster orbs.

“I was floating peacefully in the pool when I heard something in the water.  Startled, I stood up to look around.  Before I could escape, his hands were around my ankles, pulling me under the water.”  Dave exited the motorway, steering the Lotus onto a secluded country road while she continued her tale.  

“We surfaced in an underground cavern.  I fought to escape while he dragged me across the cavern floor; he wrestled me down onto a dimly lit mossy bed.  While I lay there pinned, he smothered my mouth in a violent kiss as I squirmed beneath him.  He dragged my arms down to my sides and lowered his head toward my crotch.  I could feel his hot breath as his agile tongue flicked at my privates.  His mouth covered my mound as his hungry muscle snaked its way into me.  I began to writhe from the sensations that his suckling created and attempted to escape, but his claws firmly grasped my wrists and I could not slide away.”

“I grabbed handfuls of moss and arched my back as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.  He slipped his hands up to my elbows while he greedily lapped the fluid gushing from my throbbing slit.  While he tightened his grasp, I separated my thighs, welcoming his second assault; his tongue descended deeper into me.”  She undid the lower buttons of her dress, parted her skirt, and slipped her hands between her silky thighs.

“His hands encompassed my breasts; he squeezed the nipples while he dragged his tongue lasciviously up my body.  His grip tightened on my breasts while his sandpaper tongue scraped across my nipples.  His cavernous maw descended upon a breast; his hand slipped aside as he swallowed it entirely.  His lips and teeth gripped tightly as his tongue massaged the nipple until the breast swelled from the attention.  My heart raced as he engulfed the second breast and I began to undulate uncontrollably beneath him.”

She undid the remaining buttons; her blue dress fell to the side exposing her quivering body.  Startled by her sudden revelation, Dave veered slightly into the other lane.  “He clamped his hands upon my shoulders; his manhood dripped hot fluid as he stroked it against my belly.”  Dave turned off the highway onto a dirt road leading into the woods.  “His grip tightened, his fingernails dug in as he pulled his body forward.  I could feel his hips rise; the tip of his huge throbbing rod fell between my legs and pressed firmly against the threshold of my innocence.  His hips fell and in one violent thrust, he forced his enormous tool through my virginity.  A stranger raped me of my childhood, took pleasure in my pain, defiled my purity and I could not stop it.  I did not want to stop it; it had infected me and I wanted more.”

“He became more aggressive, driving his pelvis faster, his hardened manhood deeper; I spread my legs wider to accommodate.  I held my breasts toward his face, eager for the embrace of his lips, the rasping of his tongue across my nipples; his teeth scraped against my skin as he eagerly suckled my weeping mounds, and it excited me more.  I gasped for breath as we climaxed; the spasms of ecstasy were intense as his scalding fluid jetted into me.  The ferocity of his passion continued to grow each time he resumed his lusty assault until, finally overwhelmed, we collapsed from exhaustion.” 

Dave pulled over to the side of the road, killed the engine, crawled onto her exposed body, and opened the passenger side door, pouring both of them onto the side of the unpaved road.  Dave rolled them over into the cool grass and fervently assaulted her breasts; her milk had sweetness to it unlike any he had tasted before.  Dave grabbed a breast, squeezing it while he tasted more of her milk.  She undid his trousers and massaged his stiffening rod until it could no longer be contained.  He gripped her shoulders and suckled, while his burgeoning cock massaged her mound, encouraging her to spread her thighs.  She cried out and arched her back when he drove his engorged pleasure stick violently into her. Dave aggressively consummated his passionate pursuit until exhaustion overtook him.

Dave awoke the next morning to rain pounding the tin roof of his carport; there was no sign of Miss Blue Dress except for the milk stains on his shirt and the constantly throbbing bulge inside his trousers.




The Encounter



It is hot, too hot. The quiet hum of the window air conditioner is welcome on any other night, but tonight Kathy can't sleep, and the hum is annoying. Her mind keeps racing back to earlier in the afternoon at her office building. She just wants to go back a few hours and relive her naughty encounter in the private room. Now all she can hear is the hum that goes on and on, and on, never stopping. All she can feel is the stale manufactured air that is required to make it livable in her part of the world. If only she could turn back time.

Just after lunch Kathy decides to take the stairs back up to her office and the seemingly endless mound of papers that inhabit her desk. Her office is on the fourth floor; plenty of exercise indeed. There is a mysterious man in a black over coat and scuffed up black boots leaning against the door jam of the stairway door. He has a rain hat on, not a cowboy hat but a weathered leather hat that looks like it has seen many years of rain and sun. He is exciting looking to Kathy. "Why doesn't a man like that ever ask me out," she wonders quietly and with a longing stare. As she approaches where he is standing he gets out a plastic card key and inserts it in a slot. Kathy doesn't have time to catch the door before it closes, and the mysterious man in black disappears.

She first smells it as she approaches the second floor landing. It is a musty smell of cigarettes, coffee, and Egyptian spice. It stirred something deep inside her and she can feel wetness begin to form in the crotch of her panties. This is confusing to her. How can a smell do this to her? As she approaches the third floor landing the scent is stronger and her desire increases. Soon she is walking up the stairs in a trance like motion, wanting only to go to the source of the smell. She passes her own floor landing and continues up the stairs. She is a zombie, a slave to the erotic smell that is guiding her.

On the fifth floor landing she begins to hear music. It is a gentle sound with slow rhythmic bass that seems to be acting as a metronome to her stair climbing. Up and up she goes, the sixth floor, then the seventh. And the smell is stronger now. Kathy continues to climb the stairs, following the mysterious scent.

Upon reaching the seventh floor Kathy sees one door. But this is no ordinary door. When Kathy reaches the door it opens as if on some secret command. She steps through and the door gently closes behind her. She is in a large room with all kinds of medieval looking apparatus positioned about. Immediately Kathy's eyes are drawn toward a woman who is being flogged by a small looking man. He has on nothing but a g-string as he firmly swings his flogger, sometimes hard then soft. The woman strapped to the x-frame is blindfolded and shudders every time he strikes her. Kathy can't take her eyes away from the scene and the wetness that had started on her accent of the stairs starts to increase. She feels her legs become week. Her legs are giving out.

He catches her just as she starts to fall. He is strong; Kathy can feel the muscles in his forearms bulge as he carry's her. He walks toward a table that is in the center of the room that has cuff restraints fastened to each end. Kathy is in a daze of aching desire and fear. The man lays her gently on the table. He begins to take her clothes off. When she is at last naked he restrains her, she has her arms outstretched above her head and her legs are spread wide. She is immobile. She can't move, and she is blind-folded. Her sense of smell is stronger now. The music playing only adds to her sense of belonging to the room, to the restraining table, and to the mysterious man. Kathy can hear soft moans coming form another part of the room.

Kathy hears the crack of a whip. It frightens her. Her body wants to jump in surprise but she can't move, she is frozen, waiting for something to happen. The crack of the whip explodes right in front of her face. It is so close that she can feel its wind as it whips past her senses. Now there is a gentle feather being drawn across her body. She is ticklish; but the feather brings her just to point of not being able to stand it, then stops just before she has to squirm in spasmodic convulsions. Kathy wants to move but can't. 

Now there are hands on her. They are gloved hands that gently caress her breasts, stopping to pull firmly on each erect nipple. And there are other hands beginning to explore her body. Some are feminine hands that massage her gently, some are ungloved men's hands that pinch her and make her wince in pain. Soon there are several hands on her at once, exploring every crevice of her body with every hole is being probed. The whip cracks again and Kathy can hear some one cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You must be clean shaved before we can continue," exclaims the mysterious man in black. Kathy becomes even more excited. She has never been this wet, never been this erotically turned on. Kathy is shaved clean. Now she can feel several mouths on her body. Her clit is hard with desire. She can feel a pierced tongue flick across her clit, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. Kathy can't stand it anymore, she must have something inside her. 

The mysterious man in black goes to the head of the table and puts his erect penis in her mouth. At first Kathy is surprised. She has never performed oral sex. This man tasted sweet though, and she can feel him tense up as he thrusts into her mouth. Then his penis is out of her mouth, and she whimpers; she wants the prize of his cumm, even though she has never tasted it. 

Next a female squats on top of her face. Now she must lick her, she has no choice but to feel the juices of a woman run down her face and neck. Kathy likes this, likes the fact that she can give pleasure to a woman. And Kathy can feel the woman's cunt tense up as she thrusts her tongue deep inside her. The woman cumms, and cumms, and cumms, then leaves. Kathy is alone again, in her blindfold.

"Are you ready to cumm now?" The mysterious man in black has a condom on, and all others have left the table. 

"Yes please," whimpers Kathy in a barely audible voice.

"Perhaps I should tease you a little more first." Again the crack of a whip. Only this time Kathy can feel the edge of the whip gently tickle her as its end crashes against her thigh.

"Please," whimpers Kathy.

"Say please master, may I come."

"Please master may I cumm?"

Again the crack of the whip, this time the pain of it is a little more intense, Kathy tries to jump, and then squirm, but can't. She is wetter than she has ever been. The pain of the whip only adds to her pleasure. 

"I didn't hear you slut." The crack of the whip echoes through the room. Little welts are beginning to form on Kathy's thighs.

"Please master."

Finally he is inside her. She cumms almost instantly. His big erection seems to go deep inside her as he slowly moves in and out of her. With each inward thrust she cumms. Kathy keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming…

Kathy is asleep in a room that she has never been in. It is a cold room. It is an unfinished room on the floor right above her office. She is sleeping on an old mattress that is laying in the middle of the room. There is trash strewn about, old MacDonald food wrappers, empty beer cans, used syringes. Horrified Kathy can't remember how she got there. Looking down at her watch she notices that it is just before two pm. Where had the last two hours gone.

Now sitting up Kathy begins to remember a dream. But it seems so real? She can remember a nice smelling mysterious man, and a table. And her groin area is sore. But this room is nothing like the room from her dream. Where is the music? Where is the man? It all must have been a dream. Kathy must have come up here to get some fresh air while having her lunch. She has been overly tired lately. Convinced that she had only been dreaming she gets up and begins to head back to work. 

Alone at her desk Kathy's groin is itching. She can see a hint of redness on her thighs. Lifting her skirt, Kathy realizes that her panties are gone and she has little red welts in the inside of her thighs. 

M.B. Driskill



The Encounter



I had walked down the familiar path to the water's edge many times. I have come down here to clear my head. To find some of the tranquility that had become a stranger. This night seemed no different.

The moon was full, surrounded by thousands of stars on this cloudless night. I watched a small breeze as it rippled the mirror-like surface of the bay. Warm air swept past me as I sat down on the old familiar driftwood log. I leaned against a large boulder, closed my eyes and listened to the motion of the water against the rocks; the rhythm soothed me.

Some time had passed before I opened my eyes and noticed that the moon was no longer visible. Dark clouds had completely covered the sky. The air was heavy and still. I tried to estimate how long I had been asleep, but I was not sure.

Surrounded by clouds and a gray mist that appeared from nowhere, I lit up a cigarette. For a moment, the flame of the match blinded me. A sudden burst of wind extinguished it. I sat there quietly until my eyes readjusted, and I listened to the loud thunder of my heartbeat.

This is ridiculous, there is nothing here, I told myself. My heartbeat returned to normal. I glanced around; the red glow illuminated the ground in front of me. I took another draw from my smoke. I neither saw nor heard anything except for the strong wind that whistled through the trees.

I got ready to leave when I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I ran for cover behind the boulder and waited to see what would happen.

It did not take very long. 

Just beyond the edge of the clearing, I could see a beam of blue light. It appeared to be some kind of lantern. The light source approached, and I could see that somebody held it. Whether it was male or female, I could not tell. The fog hid its identity.  

It came closer to where I hid. I could see that a long, hooded cloak covered this figure. I stood still. My heart pounded loudly, I was sure it would give me away.

All of a sudden, the clouds had moved and the moon was again bright. The glow now illuminated the vicinity. The figure stood alone in the clearing, as it lowered the hood of the wrap to reveal the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. 

Bathed in the moonlight, the vision astounded me. Her black hair was straight, the length reached just below her shoulders. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce the darkness as she scanned the area. She now stood in the exact spot as I had earlier. 

While the woman surveyed the area, she turned her head and gazed in my direction. My chest tightened, I could hardly breathe. Without speaking, she beckoned. I came out and walked towards her. I stared up into her eyes. I did not know why I felt no fear. There we stood. There was no need for verbal communication. Somehow, her thoughts entered my mind; I understood her very clearly. She told me how she had watched me (how many times had I thought myself to be alone!) and observed my nocturnal habits.

She then reached out her hands, and waited patiently for mine to join. Her strong, soft hands pulled me closer towards her and slipped my arms around her waist. The heavy covering she wore hid a lithe body. My head came to rest upon her small, firm breast. I tingled with excitement. She removed her cloak and laid it on the ground. I sat down and leaned back as she loomed over me. Her soft, thick hair tickled my face.

She leaned down further and our lips met. Our tongues began to circle. While her hands roamed all over my body, mine felt pinned beneath me. I struggled to free them, but it was no use. She unbuttoned my shirt and moved her mouth to my breast. She flicked her tongue over my rock-hard nipples, going from one to the other. Waves of delight ran through my whole body.

Again, our tongues played together, and then her mouth was upon my breasts again. She sucked and nibbled as she made her way down. I anxiously anticipated her next move. She did away with my jeans. I grinned at not having worn anything underneath. 

Her fingers caressed my clit, and then suddenly entered me. I opened my legs wider, which gave cause for her to stop. She glanced at me to confirm my notion, and then continued. It was then clear that to move again, would result in her stop her actions. 

Once more, I felt her hand between my legs. Her mouth sucked my breasts, alternating between them. My arms were no longer pinned, yet I knew to move them would be futile.

She eased herself lower; her tongue took the place where her fingers had been. Her hands caressed my breasts and belly, intermittently. Her tongue flitted about as I squirmed with ecstasy. She brought a hand down to join her tongue and inserted her fingers deep inside me. A moan escaped from my lips. 

I was now involved with the rhythmic movements as she caressed my breasts; her tongue as she flicked and her fingers as they probed; as if we were one. I felt close to a climax, long overdue. 

I felt free to move, now. I reached out; my hands reached out and grabbed her thick hair. I knew she would not stop again. I squirmed and quivered; the still air echoed with my moans of ecstasy. My back arched over the ground. I clenched her hair in my fists as I exploded in fierce orgasm. My body trembled for a few minutes as the throbbing sensation quieted.

I released my death grip of her hair as she teased; her tongue flitted over my swollen clit. She raised her head and left a wet tongue trail up to my breasts before we kissed again. I looked into her eyes and saw a gentle passion. I put my arms around her. 

I heaved a long sigh and closed my eyes. As we lay there together, my brain mused over the evening's events. Never before had I orgasmed so powerfully, so completely. This was definitely a night to remember.

I looked forward to making love to her. However, when I opened my eyes, she was gone. 

At first, I thought this had just been a dream, for it was dark and the moon was faint through the clouds. Yet, I was still unclothed, the slight breeze chilled my exposed flesh.

Uncertain as to the events of the night, I began to trace my steps as I finished dressing, thinking about her. Would I ever see her again? I glanced around as I searched for a clue to validate my thoughts. 

Suddenly, a burst of blue light came down from the heavens. As quickly as it had come, the light disappeared. I looked upward, and saw the flashing lights as they soared across the sky, leaving behind an experience to last a lifetime ...



The Encounter



I guess my story starts when my wife and I stopped having weekly sex. This it seems marked our decent into trying to spice up our marriage again and led us to where we are now.

First off my name is George and my wife's name is Sabrina. Sabrina is a small woman with red hair and pail skin and I'm about average build with slightly graying hair. Sabrina is attractive enough, all 125 pounds of her, especially her large natural breasts and apple ass. We live in a large city in the northwest and are both over 40 years old with 2 kids ages eleven and thirteen.

It all started when the kids went to their grandparents in Colorado over the summer. Sabrina took the initiative to dress in a maids outfit one evening to surprise me. Well the surprise was on all three of us, me Sabrina and a salesman visiting our small business here in town. Tom was floored when we walked in silently and Sabrina appeared in the scant maids outfit then ran for the bedroom red faced. Of course this prompted an honest conversation later that evening over drinks once we coaxed Sabrina from the bedroom any way. "Just trying to spice things up while the kids were out of town" Sabrina said, still a little red faced but much more relaxed now that 3 drinks had been by her lips. I had only met Tom earlier that day and perhaps that's why it was so easy for both of us to break into the conversation, after all he was a trustworthy stranger, what more could you ask for when discussing such things.

Tom suggested what his wife and he did, a little creative swing once a year, just to take the edge off. Sabrina was silent for a moment, which I found interesting before she shrugged of the idea as a good way to end a marriage. What was odd is the look on her face as she thought about it; perhaps it was time I thought to myself.

That night the mood in the bedroom was totally different with the thoughts of the evening on our minds and good sex was had by both of us.

A week later out of the blue I brought it up as Sabrina stood in the same maids outfit at the beginning of another romantic evening. Scared I waited for the same response and to my surprise she said, "OK let's talk about this."

As we talked I admitted I was turned on by Tom seeing her all but naked in the little maid's outfit and that perhaps we needed to try new things. Sabrina agreed to my astonishment and the subject was dropped with the idea we would both think about it then talk in a week or two.

Mean while business was booming and Tom was scheduled to come back in town that very week and I met him after work for a few drinks as well as to discuss business. As the evening drug on Tom asked how things were going with or search for excitement in our marriage. I responded by telling him we had come to an agreement to have some fun but no direction was set thus far. Tom looked at me in silence then said, "You know I have some friends from Corp net, they all travel together and when they come into town they always look for a female companionship." " My wife has considered several times to meet up with them, I don't know if I am up to that sort of thing, but if you are and she is, give me a call I'll hook you up."

I was silent accept to smile back and begin a deep contemplation of the whole situation.

That evening I brought up the subject with Sabrina, and to my total amazement she said, "If it's what you want I'll do it, but you have to be there to, after all it's supposed to be for both of us." "Also I wonder what they would want me to do for entertainment, and if they wanted to touch would that be OK?"

I smiled and thought for a moment and pictured Tom touching her in her maid's outfit and said, "Yes that would be OK."

The next day I called Tom and said, "OK she'll do it, do you think they'll mind if I am there?" Tom said he would check and have them get a hold of us on our personal e-mail at home, I gave tom our e-mail address and wondered if we would even hear from them at all.

Two days later we got an e-mail with a picture of three men all smiling in their best suits standing in front of what looked like a convention center somewhere. The man writing said he would like to get a picture of my wife if possible for him and the rest. I coaxed Sabrina back into the maid's outfit and snapped a few photos and sent them off. Ten minutes later we got a return e-mail that said when they would be in town and mentioned they liked to tip the entertainment and would do so well if she was good. A day prior to the men flying in my wife received a private e-mail marked for her eyes only and giggled while reading it. I asked what they wanted and she said quietly, "it's none of your business, you will see soon enough." 

The next day at work I couldn't think even half straight and was surprised I wasn't sent home early. When I got home Sabrina was already in the shower and I waited impatiently for her to step into the living room. When she did she was dressed in a long trench coat with a larger than life smile on her face. She just said, "Ok stud let's get going and no peeking on the way."

The Hotel was in the downtown district and lavish by anyone's standards. As we entered I headed for the desk, my wife tugging me away saying, "I know the room number hun, and we don't even know their names, silly."

"Ok, here it is room number 344, OK honey, you said you were ok with this right?" my wife said. "Sure, I'm looking foreword to it sweetie, you get in there and show them how sexy you are."

Sabrina knocked and a man I recognized from the pictures appeared at the door. He asked us in and we met the other two men. I could tell Sabrina was very nervous, all red faced and not willing to take off her coat "until the entertaining began" she said. I was sure for about fifteen minutes she would want to leave but after a few drinks she became more relaxed and the introductions began to pour out between the three men and us. After a little while all three men started complimenting her on how beautiful she was and they couldn't wait for her to start entertaining. That said and to my amazement my wife stood and removed her coat. I know my mouth fell as she now stood in front of three strangers and me her husband with no more on than a black matching thong and bra. As she stood facing the men, her back to me, the thin strap of the thong disappeared in her apple ass never reappearing below. The bra I could see as she moved just slightly to the side had literally no chance of keeping her breast contained and I would later learn that was part of the plan. The men all ogled over her and the compliments began to fly as well as another couple of drinks for Sabrina. My wife gobbled down two more drinks as she walked here and there while the men all kept their eyes peeled on her every move.

I was totally turned on by what was happening and a bulge grew in my trousers as I as well watched her strut around.

One man now piped up out of the group and said, "Can we see you closer, right here in front of us?"

Sabrina approached the men never taking her eyes off of me, searching for my approval of her being in such close contact distance with the men. As she walked in front of me she smiled as she looked down to see the bulge in my pants, then turned toward the men, her back now again in my view. As Sabrina stood fast right in front of the three men on the sofa Jim, who appeared to be the ring leader in the e-mails and here tonight said, "We have 3,000 dollars cash, that's a thousand each and it's yours to have if you will do what ever we say, and you are not obligated to have sex with anyone here." "We have done this before and we always add more tips through out the night." Sabrina's head turned around with a question mark in her eyes wanting me to make that decision. I though quickly, ANYTHING, shit who knows what they will do, but it's what we agreed on, and the money Hmm just a nice bonus.

I quickly smiled and said, "OK." Jim swiftly arose and handed me thirty one hundred dollar bills then turned to rejoin his friends. To my surprise he instead walked up to my wife's back, directly in front of me and put his hands on her shoulders, moving her towards the sofa and his two friends. Sabrina again looked at me as she was led closer to the sofa and I smiled back shaking my head in approval. 

Now my wife stood just inches from them as Jim released her shoulders and took his seat again. I can't explain the sight of your own wife for the most part all but naked standing just inches from three men on a sofa, in a hotel room, my head was streaming the information but parts of my mind were all but blocking it out as I watched the men began to reach for my wife's pail legs.

"We want to see that beautiful ass of yours, turn around for us Sabrina." "Oh yes, what an ass, look at that, back up as close as you can get, yes that's it now bend forward for us, Some one get a chair from over there."

A man rushed over to the dinette and retrieved a fancy armed chair and placed it as Jim had asked directly in front of my wife who was now staring intently at me as she reached for the arms, almost as if she was pleading for me to whisk her away from here. "George you have a beautiful wife here, you really do." As Jim spoke he started to push Sabrina's legs a little at a time from each other, little by little until her legs were in a wide spread position so as each outside man could now place her calf in between their two legs, holding her in place. With Sabrina in this position I couldn't see the man in the middle but I could see her breasts began to pour out of the small top through the slats in the chair as well as her face that now was showing new signs of both confusion and lust. "We're going to touch you now Sabrina, is that ok?" My wife just shook her head yes and began to bite down on her lip nervously. 

I could see my wife move about just a little as the two outside men began to move up her legs with their hands, caressing her ever so lightly. Again she jumped just a bit as I assumed the man in the middle had begun to explore her ass with his hands. In moments my suspicions were confirmed as I could now see his hands travel ever so often to the outsides of her ass cheeks within my view. Sabrina and I both jumped just a little as someone slapped her ass, then again, then again. The two men on the outside began to move their hands forward to her large hanging tits, removing each one easily from their flimsy confines of the skimpy bra. Looking back at my wife's face, her eyes were now closed and a soft moan began to come from her throat. "Oh yes, pull that over to the side for me and hold it there." A long silence followed and Sabrina said, "Oh my, Oh my, oh godddddd" as all three men stared intently at whatever the man in the middle was doing. "Hey George, could you get some drinks for all of us and make your wife's a triple." I rose slowly not wanting to take my eyes off the site and walked to the small bar to retrieve the drinks as asked. As I made five drinks, a triple for me as well, there was no noise from the room as I kept my ears pealed. Minutes later I heard a Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Humph, Humph, Oh god, Fuck. And then Jim's voice, "Oh ya that's it, how does she taste."

Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap, "OH...  "Oh my, oh my, god" came from Sabrina as I now hurried back with the drinks. When I walked in the room with the first two drinks the man in the middle had planted his face dead in my wife's ass and was obviously going to town with his tongue. The other two were pulling her ass cheeks out to the sides so as to make more room for him to get in deeper. Leaving the middle man on his own the two outside men took their drinks and I went back for the final three. Once back in the bar area I could now hear a rhythmic sloshing sound coming now from the room as well as my wife moaning quiet a bit louder. I knew instantly what the noise was as Sabrina could get very wet and noisy when highly aroused and someone's fingers were in her pussy for sure working her real good. 

Returning to the room I could see the man in the middle still with his mouth buried in her ass but as well he was fingering her with his hand below his chin. The two outside men were now reaching around to her swinging breasts and groping at will as she shook in her first orgasm. Trying not to drop the three drinks I sat one on an end table never taking my eyes off the spectacle in front of me and took my wife and mine around the front of the chair she was leaning on. Sabrina's forehead was covered in sweat, her hair slightly clinging now around her ears as she looked up to me ashamed and humiliated for climaxing in this position with these strangers. Feeling now was the time to show my support I knelt in front of her and took her mouth to mine and began to kiss her. "Give her the drink, she deserves it George" one of the men said and I did so as they took a brief break at their assault, all drinking quickly and tossing their glasses out of the way. Sabrina rose slightly and guzzled the strongest drink of her life as the men talked quietly in the background. "We brought some toys with us Sabrina, lots of toys, we hope your ok with that." "We want you to do a table dance, at least that's what we call it, here...  we'll show you."

The two outside men jumped up and escorted my wife by the waist away from the sofa as the other moved the chair and brought a smooth coffee table over and placed it jus a foot from the front of the sofa. He then grabbed a duffle bag that had been off to the side the whole time and pulled out an enormous rubber cock with a suction cup below the fake balls. The man spit on the suction cup then pressed it hard down on the table, directly in the middle. While the other two helped Sabrina out of her thong and bra then led her back to the table, She looked at me in fear as the one man smeared a thick jell over the cock and then took two pillows from behind the sofa and placed one on each side of it. "Oh it's awful big you guys, I don't know if I can do it or not" my wife said as the two men lifted her over the cock and slowly settled her over it. As tall as it was her knees were not very far apart on the pillows and the men gathered around and took a hold of each pillow and her waist and began to push her down on it.

"Oh god, Oh god Oh God God God God, FUCK it's big" came from her mouth as they slid her down on it, the whole time moving the pillows further and further apart. Once Sabrina was half on the cock the men quickly produced from the duffle bag four fuzzy Velcro cuffs and secured her wrists to her ankles. Then a number of other toys were thrown about on the table and one man remained on each side of her taking a hold of her knees as Jim came up behind her and knelt near her ass. Now there was a visible sweat showing up on her body as with her eyes wide open in a stare she waited to see what was next.

Reaching around her Jim placed a blindfold over her eyes and said, "George we need your help now, get in front of her on you knees and put this on." He handed me another blindfold and said, "if you take it off the deal is off and the money stays."

I knelt in front of my wife and put on the blindfold. Immediately my senses were heightened and as I drew in close to my wife.

I could hear her rapid breathing as well as smell her arousal and feel the heat from her body.

Not being told not to I reached forward; I put one hand on each of her hips. She jumped just slightly not knowing who's they were and settled quickly. Slap slap slap slap slap slap rang through the room as I felt the hits through her hips, first on the right then on the left and so on. " This is called an oversized vibrating egg, it will be deep in your ass," Jim told my wife. We fell slightly together as Sabrina tensed and said, "Fuck it's going in my ass, Big big big big slow slow slow." I could feel her ass being spread by a number of hands and her ass cheeks putting up a fight, more then more than she was whimpering out loud then silence as she shook lightly uncontrollably as she now rested her head on my shoulder. Suddenly I could feel her tense and then I felt a slight buzz in her hips where my hands were placed, as obviously Jim had turned it on now. "Ok there we go, now for the table dancing part."

I was trapped in a dark erotic world now as I felt her move and jerk about ever so slightly. I could hear the men move about and feel her soft skin being pulled about as I held onto her hips. "Oh, Oh, Oh, UmmmmPH," came from her mouth near my ear and I was overtaken by curiosity and asked her, "Please tell me what they are doing honey, please."

My wife then lifted her head and spoke in a raspy gutter tone that I will never forget, "Oh... Hun They, they oh someone's, Oh god,... someone's," she shook a bit and groaned and said, "Ok, Ok it's in, Oh honey they are stretching my ass hole with something, OH, SLOW, Please, please... Fuck... Hun... nnnnny" My wife shook and breathed hard as I felt her hips being pulled outward, knowing the final effect on her pussy as it stretched to accommodate the large and long rubber cock. 

"I... I... I can... Feel it, god so deep in my... belly, fuck hun so deep" Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, came from in front of me very close as my wife said, "No don't hurt em like that, hun their slapping my tits" Slap, slap slap, slap slap.

"They're pinching my nipples now, oh god, STOP, STOP, hurts so so bad" "we've got a present for our little slave girl" Jim interrupted, "These bands will hold those big tits out where we can have a good time with them, you'll see."

"Someone lead Hubby around to her back side and let him feel what we've been up to."

I was led around and knelt behind her and began to feel her ass that to my amazement was hot to the touch. Sabrina shook from my cool hands as I continued with the only eyes I had to inspect the condition, or perhaps better yet the predicament she was in. as the men busied them selves, I assumed with my wife's tits I began to roam her ass with my hands, first up to find a strap tight around her waist and from it two thin ropes running down the crack of her ass. I followed them down and right away ran into a large but plug with a hose and a pump ball coming from it. I traced it's perimeter to feel it's size and was astounded at tightness of her ass ring gripping onto it's large girth, as large as my cock for sure. As I continued to trace around it I found a wire coming out of her ass next to it and remembered the egg that must have been buried even deeper in her. I then noticed the butt plug buzzing just slightly as the end must have been right against it. The two thin ropes were tight over it and continued on below as I now followed them. My wife spoke, her voice low and shaky, "Do... Do you like... Oh god what are they doing to my,... what you see honey, please tell me." I responded, "Yes, oh god yes your ass hole is all stretched and hot."

I felt lots of wetness everywhere below and for a minute lost track of where the thin rope went until I realized what the men had done. The men had pulled my wife's pussy lips out to the sides and ran the soft thin rope over each then tightened it down, pulling her lips wide apart and leaving only wet soft skin from the inside of her pussy exposed beneath her open V.

Three inches of the monster cock was still exposed below her as I felt its girth and position carefully. 

Reaching around the front I found the size of the cock along with the two thin ropes made her clit stand out at serious attention and it was then I realized how easily it would be to make cum, time and time again as I had heard the men talking about earlier.

Another man's finger pushed mine away as Sabrina jumped to attention as I heard, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, "Oh my... Tits, oh god my fucking tits, Groannnnnnn, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, hunnnnn,... I'm CummmmmMmmmIiiiinnnnnN."




The Encounter



Sabrina shook wildly as I placed my hands back on her hips, now wildly gyrating in circles as the large rubber cock moved forth and back creating an obscene slurping noise only slightly drowned out by the creaking of the small table.

After 5 minutes and longer than I had ever seen my wife Sabrina have an orgasm she slowed and slumped back towards me as I held her there and from curiosity ran my hand below to see if she had fell any deeper onto the large rubber cock.

To my amazement she now was taking all but an inch or so to the balls section inside her pussy and it was also obvious she had squirted around the devise and onto the table. " Ok hook on these and turn them on" "Hmmmmmph, Hmmmmmmmph" came from my wife as the men did something to her up front. I slowly ran my hands around the front of her sweaty torso and up to her breasts. For a moment I didn't know what I was feeling until I remembered a picture on the Internet of a woman that had gotten her tits tied at the base with rope and her breasts looked like two balloons all swollen and hard as rocks. Sabrina's were all that and more, like two melons pointing straight out in front of her. And as I reached to the tips I could feel a clamp with a ball hanging down at the end of each distorted nipple. "That's it George, hold those as I turn them on."

Suddenly they began to vibrate and my wife lurched a bit from her slumped state as I felt each of her breasts began to vibrate in each hand. "Ok hubby it's time we had some real fun with her, take off the blindfold and sit in the chair."

I stood and headed for the chair amazed at the woman slumping over the cock covered with sweat, hair all matted.

The woman could not be my wife, but yet she was. Seeing the swollen state of her pussy below as I sat down was more than it seemed as when I touched it. Her lips were puffed out strong to the sides and her ass was bright red from slapping.

"Ok unhook her wrists, bend her forward and place her hands on the sofa" Jim said as the men worked quickly to do as told.

All at once I could see her swollen melons tied roughly with light rope around the bases and the vibrating ball were still attached with clamps smashing her nipples all but flat. Sabrina said nothing as the men put her in the new position, her ass high in the air now with the plug still in place. Next the men all undressed and Jim slowly removed the large but plug as my wife moaned out loud as he did so. "We're gonna fuck yer ass now Sabrina" Jim said as he moved in behind her.

My wife said nothing as if knowing it was going to happen regardless weather she wanted it to or not. The large cock was still buried home and was now bending sharply forward as Jim slowly pulled on the wire attached to the egg. The vibrating egg slid slowly and no sooner than it did my wife grunted out loud as Jim pressed his cock deep in her all in one stroke. "That's it slut, take it all, that's right, oh god her ass is tight and I can feel the other one totally." " MMMMPH, MMMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH" came from my wife on every stroke as Jim plowed home slapping his balls against the rubber monster below, his thighs slapping her red ass cheeks. Sabrina's tight red balloon shaped breasts swayed forth and back coaxed by the weight of the vibrating balls still humming away endlessly.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, FUCKIN... IM... CUM... IN... GUHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr" came from Sabrina as she shook uncontrollably to another orgasm as the other men pawed at here body. Jim groaned and slammed home hard for a few more minutes as cum began to run down my wife's inner thigh, and then he slowly withdrew.

The next man was rougher yet and had a really long penis, causing my wife to yelp with every stroke. He raced on while pulling her hair, slapping and squeezing her tits while moving his torso in a circular motion. As he slowed then sped, grabbing again for her hair the third man crawled on the sofa in front of her and pinched her nose shut with his cock in front of her face.

As she gasped he slowly pushed hi cock in her mouth while holding her head with his hands, going deeper and deeper as she began to choke. Sabrina at one point went through a shaking stage where I was sure she was climaxing again but in a different way due to the lack of oxygen. "Cough, Cough, GURGLE, GURGLE" came from my wife as the man in her throat said, "I'm cumin bitch, deep in yu" and reached and took a strong hold of her red tit balls, squeezing for all he was worth. This coaxed the other man to come either by my wife's muscles or the excitement of the moment and he to reached forward and began groping her tortured breast as the little vibrator balls now slapped each other and the tit flesh on the sides as the men both rode her hard.

When they had slowed to a stop my wife Sabrina was still shaking in what could have been a pain induced orgasm that wouldn't stop and Jim said, "OK time for hubby to have some fun" and asked the men to pick her up off of the big cock. They then brought her to me, one on each side holding her under her legs and Jim said, "Ok off with the pants boy, if you want a ride now's the time" not being able to resist I quickly stripped and sat back down, my hardon standing straight up in the air at attention and waiting.

The men placed her over me and my cock slid effortlessly into her pussy. Sabrina never opened her eyes she just placed her lips on mine and whispered something I couldn't make out. Jim went to the table and retrieved a long white plastic vibrator, looking very traditional accept for the fact it was very long. As my wife rocked on me I first heard the thing buzzing loudly behind her then all at once I could feel it going into her ass through the thin layer of skin that separates the two.

"Bring those others over here" Jim said and the other men retrieved some other items I could not see over my wife, who was now beginning to pant a bit. I groaned and jumped as Jim first put one, then two, then three smaller ones next to my cock in her pussy. Sabrina wailed and moaned as I could feel each one being turned on, one by one.

I came and came and came some more until my nuts hurt, all the time Sabrina was bucking and thrashing on my lap as the long vibrator was maneuvered in and out and around in her bowls.

"This is another Kodak moment, get the camera" Jim said as I then realized they had been taking pictures the whole time most likely. A man took pictures as the other tow got rougher with Sabrina's pussy and ass using the dildos like mad men as my wife continued to moan, groan and pull her arms tight around me.

After this ended the men removed the ropes from her tits and all the dildos from her pussy and ass then hauled her over to a man on the floor laying on his back. The man was stroking his prick back to a semi hard state when the other two placed her on him. The man quickly penetrated her by holding her tight to his chest and thrusting into her pussy. Jim came up behind and straddled her ass then slowly pushed inside her asshole, my wife protesting and cussing. The two began to rock slowly, then faster, then faster and so on until Sabrina was kissing the man she was facing and began to hold his head tightly, again climaxing very slowly. About then the third man pulled Sabrina's face up from the long kiss and pressed his cock at her wet lips, Sabrina quickly opening it for him, extended her tongue as she looked in my eyes with a stare of lust I had never before seen. All three men came eventually in that position and soon she rolled off onto the floor, cum dribbling over her chin as she lie looking at the hotel ceiling.

Jim walked towards Sabrina with something black in his hand and kneeled down next to her and placed on around her neck a thin black collar, and then gently kissed her. 

The men sat and drank for a while as one by one they led my wife around the room with a silver leash, sometimes fingering her as they talked, once in a while asking her to get them hard again with her mouth. At one point they each one by one took her to the bedroom to fuck her in private, one man could be heard every where in the room as he pounded her and slapped her ass. The other two took much longer with her and each took a variety of toys with them to the room. 

"No, No, No, No please stop, oh fuck just fuck me, please, EEEEeeeee, shit not another one, I can't take it, please... Oh FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK,... I'm Cummmmmmmmmmennnnn" came from the room as I sat and listened and waited while Jim was with her. The last man was very quiet and all I could hear was Sabrina moaning endlessly.

I was in total shock from the whole evening, as I had just witnessed the roughest, nastiest porno of my life and my wife, Sabrina was the star.

Sabrina was quiet as we drove home early the next morning and said not a word until we got home. Once home she asked if I was ok with what had happened and she said she was sorry it got out of hand. I told her I had the time of my life and I loved every minute of it. Sabrina looked at me with a tired look and said, "They said they would be in Atlanta next month, you know we never travel, perhaps we should."



The Encounter



I'm a nervous wreck. My palms never sweat, but of course they are now! I don't know why I am feeling this way. We have been talking online for a long time and have become close friends. No admissions of love. Actually, it's been quite the opposite. Both having been hurt in the past, neither really wants to risk it right now. We, have, however, had some rather racy conversations. I think it only added to our friendship. We have an understanding with each other and feel safe in that. I had vacation time available and asked if you wouldn't mind if I came out for a visit. Just to make sure we behaved and didn't give in to our body's desires, I brought along my 3yr old. He would be a distraction for sure. I wanted to go site-seeing and you were more than willing to be my host. I booked my flight, nice hotel room and a car for the trip. I planned on staying a week so we could deepen our friendship and I could see as much of the area as possible.

So, here I am getting ready to disembark the plane. I grab my son and our two carry-ons and head down the taxi-way. I've been going over in my head exactly how to greet you. Do we wave, shake hands, embrace? What would be proper? I decided to let fate guide me and walked with new confidence towards the area you would be waiting. I'd only seen a couple pics of you, but I made sure you knew exactly who to look for. I grabbed my son's stroller that was waiting right at the exit and adjusted him and our bags then headed towards the luggage area. As I came down the escalator, I spotted you immediately. The look of concerned concentration and intuitive depth emanated from you. Butterflies filled my stomach as I approached you. You turned slightly to the left missing me by a millisecond. I snuck up to your side and said just loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey handsome, wanna go get a room and mess around for a while?" A redness started to rise in your cheeks when you turned around and saw me. Your face immediately changed into a huge beaming smile. You quickly grabbed me and embraced me. I only wrapped one arm around you as I was holding my son's stroller with the other. You planted a quick kiss on my cheek then knelt down in front of the stroller. In the back of my mind, I swear you tried to cop a feel, but I told myself it was my imagination. We are just friends, after all.

"Well, hello there little man. I have a lot of fun things planned for you and your mommy." You gave his hair a little tussle and stood back up. "How many bags do you have?"

"I have two suitcases and his car seat." My mind was still racing and my body was reeling from your embrace. Yes, this was going to be a fun week.

We walked over and grabbed out luggage. The whole process took over an hour due to a mix-up with car seats. We then walked over to the car rental booth where I picked up the keys. 

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes! Our layover wasn't long enough for me to grab anything. I practically had to run to my connecting flight. All I've had are a couple bags of peanuts and some soda."

"Good, I know just the place to go. Go grab your rental car and meet me at the QT down the street. We can drop my car off at my place, check you guys into your hotel, and then go eat. Sound ok to you?"

"Sounds perfect." You leaned over and kissed my cheek and shivers ran down my spine. I tried to act nonchalant but I think you caught that. I watched as you strode away in the opposite direction. My mind again racing to the possibilities that this week would bring. I snapped back to reality reminding myself we were only friends. I went to my awaiting car and drove down the street to meet you at the QT. When I pulled up I saw you leaning against your car, arms crossed in front of you, chatting with a woman. Immediately a swell of jealousy rose in me. It nearly prompted me to get out of the car and make a complete ass of myself. "Dammit girl, get a hold of yourself or you won't even have a friend at the end of this trip." I pulled up beside you and waved. You flashed your big beaming smile and the woman standing there raised her eyebrows, turned and gave you a friendly sock in the arm. I saw you chuckle then you gave her a quick hug and walked over to me.

"Well, little lady, ready to get moving?"

"Sure am. Lead the way oh great navigator of the city." You chuckled then brought my hand up to your lips and gently kissed it. I hadn't even noticed you had taken my hand in yours. I looked up into your eyes and thought I saw something there, but I didn't want to read anything into it. You fancied your self a proper gentleman so I just chalked it up to that. You let loose of my hand then headed towards your car. Yes, this definitely was going to be a fun week. 

I followed you to your place so you could drop off your car. You ran inside to quickly grab something. I saw someone peeking out the front window and wanted to hide. Thankfully, you came out and hopped into the passenger seat. I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the city. We had light conversation as you interjected directions once in a while. You directed some of your conversation to my son. It seemed to flow so naturally from you. Part of me expected you to reach over and put your hand on my leg. Actually, part of me was hoping you would, but friends don't do those sorts of things. As soon as I pushed the thought out of my head, you rested your arm on the back of my seat while letting your hand hang over and softly caress my shoulder. At a red light I looked over at you. You slid your hand caressingly against my cheek and gave me a soft smile. My mind started reeling again. What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? Should I be feeling these things? 

"I'm so glad I am here, safe and sound. I think this is going to be a wonderful week." You dropped your arm into your lap.

"Yes, I am glad you are here too. We are going to have a lot of fun, that's for sure." You directed me into a parking lot of a restaurant. The smells coming from inside made my mouth water. I started to open my door and you grabbed my hand. 

"You aren't allowed to open your own doors. If this weren't a rental, you wouldn't be driving either." I took my hand off the doorknob and patiently waited for you to come around and open my door. Once opened, you reached in and took my hand, lifting me out. Still holding my hand you pulled me to you and slid your other hand around my waist. I slid my arms around your waist. We stand there a moment staring into each other's eyes neither one speaking or moving. You lean in and kiss my forehead. "Let's get you guys fed."

The restaurant was great. The food and service were wonderful. Amazingly, my son was on his best behavior. I kept watching the two of you interact and saw how naturally it all came for you. When the check came, I reached for my purse. You looked over at me with a look like you were admonishing a child. I quickly put my purse down and allowed you to pay for the meal. We went back out to the car and you started directing me to my hotel room. I suddenly realized you didn't have a way home. I figured you had planned on taking a taxi.

"I'm sorry Ma'am. We accidentally overbooked. I don't have the room size you requested, but I can give you a different one and reduce your rate some."

"Well, as long as I still have room for myself and my son, I will just make due."

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I think you will find this room very accommodating." The agent handed me two room keys. Just as natural as can be we both grabbed one and headed towards the room. A bellhop was there to help with the luggage leaving your arms free. You reached over and slid an arm around my waist.

"I would hold your hand but I fear it would compromise your stroller steering ability." I giggled finally started to feel at ease. We reach the room in no time. I open the door and am taken aback by the site. I had booked a modest room and this was a beautiful suite. The bellhop off-loaded the luggage, graciously accepted his tip and quickly departed leaving us alone. I released my son from his stroller and let him run around in the adjoining bedroom. Once again you grabbed my hand and pulled me to you.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

"Is that appropriate for friends to do?" My body is screaming FUCK YES but I am trying to remain sensible.

"I don't think one kiss is going to hurt." You reach up and caress my cheek then slip you hand to the back of my neck. I tilt my head up as you come closer. Our lips meet and I melt into you. My arms slide around your waist and I start running one hand up your back. I can feel your other hand sliding along my back as well. I part my lips slightly and you gently probe my mouth with your tongue. I open wider and start kissing you back with an urgency that needs no words. I feel your hand slide down and start caressing my ass pulling me even tighter against you. I can feel that you are becoming very aroused. As much as I want you, I have to stop this before we go too far and I end up regretting it. I reach behind me and grab your hand and break the kiss. I look into your eyes and they are on fire with passion. You lean in for another kiss, but I put my hands on your chest.

"I would love nothing more than to rip off your clothes and have my way with you, but I don't think it would do anything except relieve sexual tension. It might even cause more problems than either one is ready to deal with."

"You are right. I'm very sorry that I got out of hand. I just wanted to kiss you so badly and..." I place a finger over your mouth.

"Hon, you never know. We may enjoy each other in every way before this week is over, but right now I don't think it's the right thing."

You drop your hands from me and walk over to the phone. You ring up a local cab company.

"I will be here around 8am tomorrow, is that ok?"

"Perfect! We will be ready for your arrival." With that you gave me a quick kiss and headed out the door. It was late so I gathered up my son and we sat on the couch and watched some TV. Once he fell asleep, I quietly slipped out of my clothes and into this huge soft bed. As I lay there, I though about calling you and asking you to join me. I was still turned on from earlier and had planned on relieving the tension, but quickly fell asleep.

I have very vivid dreams, but the one I was having at that moment was the end all to dreams. I could literally feel your hands and mouth exploring my body. In my half awake state I could hear myself moaning. I tried to go back deeper into my dream because I didn't want those feelings to leave. I slid my hand down between my legs and felt the wetness there. Trying to stay in that half-awake state I started to pleasure myself while imagining it was you. Only then did I realize it wasn't a dream. I opened my eyes to find you laying next to me. You brought my hand up and licked my fingers. You leaned in and kissed my lips gently then moved to my neck and finally my ear.

"If you want me to stop, I will," you softly whisper. Unable to control myself any longer, I whisper back.

"Please make love to me."

You kiss back to my lips and we devour each other with passion beyond anything we have ever experienced. You hands exploring me like you've known the path for years. My hands slowly exploring your body. You break the kiss and move down, caressing my breasts and tummy. Your mouth follows stopping at my breasts to savor them. I moan lightly and run a hand in your hair. Your hand slides lower, running on the insides of my thighs, careful not to touch my center. I lift my hips but you quickly move your hand. You want this to be exquisite in every way possible. You don't want our first time to be rushed, no matter how desperately we want each other. After suckling on my breasts a little more, you slowly move down. Leaving little nips and kisses along the way. You are very careful and purposeful in where and how you touch. My body is absolutely on fire wanting to feel you in every way. You move slowly down my body planting kissing down my left leg and up my right. Your hands administering ministrations of their own. The sensual nature of the entire encounter driving me to the brink. I try to move myself I such a way as to get you to brush against my core but you are wise to my actions and are able to counter every move. You kiss your way back up to my lips. I can feel your hardness against me. I know you want me as bad as I want you.

"Tell me what you want, dear."

"I .. I... want.. you."

"Tell me exactly what you want." You reach down and with the most gentle touch caress me. I try to move against your hand but you are quick to move. The ache inside me is so strong I am at a loss for what to say. Finally, I am able to find my words.

"I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want to feel your fingers exploring my depths." At that you needed no more urging and quickly moved down between my legs. I spread my legs open and close my eyes. You gently reach in and spread my lips open. You slide your tongue fro my opening up to my clit. You gently scrap it with your teeth. Shockwaves run through my body as I moan with pleasure. With just the tip of your tongue, you lick my clit. Slowly and gently you slide two fingers inside me. You feel me contract around them as you slowly pump them in and out while your tongue and mouth continue licking and sucking my clit. I start moving my hips feeling my orgasm building. I reach down and grab your hair pushing your face into me. My legs wrap around you and I scream out as wave after wave of orgasm racks my body. As it starts to subside, you lick up my juices then start to kiss your way up to me. I start licking your face then whisper that its your turn. 

"We will save that for another time. Right now I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me. I need to be one with you." With that you slowly slide into me as if you always belonged there. Our fit is perfect and we start moving in sync with each other as if we had been lovers for many years. You plant kisses on my neck and suckle my breasts. Your moans start to get louder and your pace quickens as our coupling reaches it pinnacle. I pull my legs up to feel you penetrate me deeper. The feeling of you inside me is almost more than I can take. I can feel another orgasm building. You can tell by my sounds and movements that I am getting close. You hold on as long as you can.

"Oh baby, I can't hold it anymore." With that you release inside me. This sets me over the edge and I reach orgasm with you. You pump a couple more time as my convulsions milk you. You prop your self up on your elbows, looking down at me, still inside me.


"Good morning, my love."



The Encounter



Justin checked his watch and let out a loud sigh. It was almost 6:00pm and Gina still wasn't there. He grumbled to himself for the umpteenth time about having a partner for this latest project. He had been working at this company for a little over five years now, and had proven how capable he was. The only reason this green-behind-the-ears yuppie was getting to work on such a high profile project was because her father plays golf with the boss. He had been ready to spit nails all day. Gina left a message saying she would meet him in his office around noon to discuss some ideas and to get a "feel" for the project. It was now well past 6:00pm. Justin thought about skipping out. 

"How embarrassing for Daddy, huh princess?" Justin mumbled as he swung himself around in his leather chair.

"Princess....wow...I don't know many people who have such intimate pet names for their computers...you two must be close."

Justin swiveled around to face his office door...there was Gina. He could feel his face growing redder as the seconds ticked by. She extended her hand and forced a professional smile across her lips. Justin coughed out a hello. He truly did not know what to say. And there really was no way to explain that comment. There were a few more seconds of awkward silence before Justin was able to right himself. He smiled back and offered to get her a cup of coffee.

"Oh...um...yes...thank you. And black is fine." Gina replied, her face already buried in her black leather briefcase. She looked up in time to watch him head for the coffee maker. The crisp smile remained on her face, but inside she was ready to scream. She had begged her father not to interfere in her job search. And although she was more than grateful for this opportunity, Gina knew Justin viewed this as a babysitting job and nothing more. A few tears threatened to well up in the corners of her emerald eyes, but she blinked them away and plastered that smile back on just as her partner returned.

Justin returned to his position behind the smooth mahogany desk, cup of steaming coffee in hand. They both took the opportunity to sip their beverages in silence. This also gave Justin a chance to really look at his new partner for the first time since she surprised him. She had thick, shiny auburn hair. It almost glistened under the office lights, and framed her round face just right. Before he could study her eyes any further, Gina was sliding a pair of glasses over her nose. Justin glanced back at his now half full cup of coffee before returning his gaze across the desk. He could tell she was attractive, no matter how she seemed to want to hide it. And there was something else about her...something smoldering beneath the skin that he could not get a fix on right away. Gina broke the lull of silence by asking where the wastebasket was. She was finished with her drink and ready to move ahead. Justin took the cup and abandoned his inspection to concentrate on the task at hand.

"I want to apologize for being so late," Gina said after taking a deep breath. "I was in a bit of a fender bender today and spent most of my afternoon dealing with that. I should have called to tell you I would be very late. I do appreciate you hanging around to wait for me."

Wow, Justin thought. If he did not already feel like a heel, he sure did at this point. "I should have been nicer," he reprimanded himself. "I am such a jerk!"

"No problem Miss Batten," Justin replied politely.

Gina continued with her small presentation, occasionally handing Justin graphs and typed notes. After about twenty minutes, she closed her note pad and settled back in her chair. Justin was still pouring over the reports and graphs, so Gina leaned back and waited for him to finish. For the first time since she had entered his office, she began to take notice of him. She guessed he was five or six years older than herself. He was moderately tall, with short, dark hair and amazingly clear blue eyes. She could tell he was active in some sport, at least enough to stay decently fit. Justin flipped a page of the report and tried to concentrate on the words in front of his eyes. But he knew Gina was looking at him, and suddenly he felt a nervous lump form in his throat. He did not even know this woman, nor had he really had a chance to look her over. But he was nervous nonetheless. 

"Um...Mr. Phillips...er...Justin,"

Justin looked up from the report he was not even reading. "Yes...sorry...wow, this is good Gina. This is really good. There are people who have been here for several years that do not do reports this thorough...myself included. "

"So you like the ideas?" 

"Very much so. And I am sorry for the welcome when you got here. I will be honest...I was not sure this was going to be a good idea, but seeing your ideas...wow."

Gina smiled shyly as she removed her glasses. The more she looked at him, the more attractive she found him. "Oh well...this guy is so out of my league."

Gina stood up to hand Justin one last pie chart. Her eyes were deep pools of sensuality, framed by long, thick eyelashes. Justin was almost mesmerized and had to blink a few times to bring himself back to reality. They chatted for a few more minutes about company expectations and when would be a good time to meet again. 

"I don't know about you, but I am a little swamped. I am a free lancer of sorts and have a few other projects on the pipeline. Which is why I am a little miffed at my father for setting this up. I can swing by the day after tomorrow...say noon?"

"Sounds good to me. I can go over all this information again tomorrow. Then we can brainstorm a little better. I will work on my notes as well."

Gina nodded and was readying for departure when she stopped suddenly.

"Oh crap! I had a report about our client's competitors I wanted to give you...nothing big, just some more background. I think I left it in my study...wow this sucks! I can have it sent over tomorrow by messenger. I am so sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Whenever is fine. Oh...how are you getting home? Since it seems you are without a car...and I am still feeling a bit guilty..."

"Oh you don't have to do that...although I definitely appreciate the offer. I called a car service before I walked in the building." Gina could not help but smile. She dropped her head a little, and suddenly felt like she was back in junior high. Instantly Gina chided herself for the flirtatious gesture. "He is not thinking about you that way!"

"Thanks again Justin," Gina called out as she made her way towards the elevator. 

Justin watched her walk away, noticing the pair of lean calves peeking out from beneath her black skirt. He had been so irate about having to play babysitter, he was completely caught off guard by this intelligent and beautiful woman. And it must have been his imagination that she had flirted with him...he must have misread that smile. 

Justin returned to his office to clean up before leaving for the night. Gina was definitely not like most of the women who worked there. She did not play that bashful, eye-batting card that Justin had gotten accustomed to seeing. He knew he was attractive and viewed as somewhat of a ladies' man around the office. A few of the secretaries liked to walk around in short skirts and revealing tops. As much as Justin enjoyed the view, he had to admit it was refreshing to see a woman show some class. Hell, she didn't even remove her coat! 

"I think I would liked to see that view," he mused to himself aloud.

"You and that computer really have something going on don't ya?"

Justin almost jumped out of skin. He spun around to see Gina standing in the doorway.

"We have to stop meeting like this," she commented as a sly grin crept across her thick rose petal lips.

"You really have some timing, " Justin stammered as he scooped papers into a folder and slid it into his open briefcase. "And I never seem to hear you coming."

Gina laughed. "Maybe I should start wearing a bell around my neck."

The image of a cow bell slung around her neck caused a sudden stirring in Justin that made his jump a little. He closed the case and switched off the desk lamp. The room was now only semi-lit and Justin was glad Gina could not see his flushed face.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, attempting to remain casual.

"Well...I was on my way to the reception area when the service called to say their driver was stuck in traffic and is over an hour behind schedule. And as much as I would love to hang around here for two hours...I was wondering if that ride was still available."

Justin felt calm and collected by the time he reached his door. Gina was leaning against the door and made no attempt to move, despite how close he was moving towards her. It was not a suggestive stance...she was tired and using the large door as support. Funny enough, this seemed to further excite Justin. "Sure, I can take you home..."

Gina flashed him a thankful smile. She snatched her purse off of the ground and stepped out of the doorway so Justin could close the door. He breathed in extra deep, hoping to catch a whiff of her perfume. Nothing. No lingering scent meant no perfume. He could not help but be impressed by that. She wants to be taken seriously.

"Don't tell me you have something going on with your door too?"

Justin jerked his head toward a snickering Gina. He did not realize he had been standing there so long. This time, he could not hide his blush.

"I don't even want to know," she chuckled. "Just lead the way!"

The parking garage had quieted down, with only the extreme workaholics left in the building. Justin and Gina trekked across the now empty spaces towards a dark blue SUV. Justin jogged the last few steps to unlock the doors for himself and his guest.

"Thank you," Gina murmured at the propped open passenger door. She pulled her coat closer and slid into the tan leather seat. She closed the door and laid her briefcase on her lap. Gina could not believe the butterflies in her stomach...I don't even know him!

Justin climbed into the driver's side and started the vehicle. He glanced at his passenger and smiled before pulling out of the parking space. They rode the short distance to the garage entrance in silence. Justin's mind swirled with comments, questions, light conversation he could make. He reached to adjust the radio volume and accidentally brushed her hand. A shiver ran down his spine, and Justin was floored by the electricity he felt. At the moment, it took all of his will power to not touch her again. 

Gina felt his hand and gasped in her mouth. She wanted to look at him, to see if he had felt that too. "I just met this man! An hour ago I could not stand him!"

Justin's voice brought her back inside the car. "Um...which way?"

Gina cleared her throat and hoped she sounded relaxed and nonplussed. " You will want to make a right and stay straight for about 10 blocks. Make a right onto 17th street...my building is on the corner."

Justin nodded and began his journey. He was very relieved when Gina commented on the weather and the insanity of recent gas prices. They talked some more about their project for several more blocks. They were nearing her street when she received a phone call. She nodded a few times, a scowl forming on her face.

"Just great," she muttered, hanging up the phone. "This is just great."

"Everything okay?"

"It's fine...I just...a project I was working on just had a rather sizeable hiccup. This is something I have spent the past three months putting together...and now my client has decided to completely change the campaign angle and asked...no wait...demanded I be in San Francisco in 48 hours to brainstorm. Like I can't brainstorm here, you know?"

Gina suddenly realized she was ranting to a complete stranger. She closed her mouth and could feel herself blush. "I am so sorry. It has been a long day. I'm sorry."

Justin smiled at her sudden timidity. "I know how you feel. Don't worry about it. However, I can see you will be otherwise engaged for the next several days..."

"I will call Mr. Carlton in the morning and let him know...I am really sorry."

Justin was not quite sure what to do. He had been fuming all day, wishing he could have this account all to himself. And now, he was sad Gina would not be around.

"Don't worry about it," Justin repeated. "Would it be okay though if I could pick up that report you were telling me about? I mean...since I am already here?"

Gina nodded and directed him to a small parking area. They exited the vehicle and Justin followed his companion through a side door and into the elevator. They rode in silence again, a feeling sadness now being felt by both. The ding sounded as the doors creaked open. Gina was the first to exit and led the way to her door. She was talking now, trying to fill the space with idle chat about the building and some of her more interesting neighbors. Arriving at her door, Gina unlocked and pushed it open. Her fingers scrambled across the wall to the light switch. Justin was ever the gentleman, waiting in the hall until she beckoned him inside. He closed the door softly and quickly surveyed the quaint apartment. It was simple and tasteful, a mixture of antique furniture and a few newer pieces like the plasma TV and leather sofa. Gina shrugged her coat off and piled it in a nearby chair. Her once crisp navy shirt was now wrinkled. She did her best to smooth it down before turning around to Justin, offering him a seat and reaching for his jacket. He obliged and sunk into the soft leather armchair. 

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Gina called from the kitchen.

Instead of answering, Justin jumped up and followed her voice. He found Gina face first in the fridge. "Are you thirsty?" she hollered again.

"Just a soda," Justin replied in normal tones, a smile spreading across his face. 

Gina backed out of the fridge and tossed him a can. "I knew you were there."

She flashed him a smiled and Justin felt his heart jump. He could believe the effect this woman was having on him. He hoped she felt the same. 

"Would you like ice and a glass?" Gina queried as she poked her head in the freezer. "Although I gotta be honest, I think I am a little short on the ice."

Justin set his can on the counter and walked over to the freezer to lend a hand when Gina turned around. Justin tried to stop himself, but their faces were still a few inches apart. Neither spoke for what seemed like eons. Gina let out a small sigh, and that was all Justin needed. He cupped her face in his hands and drew her lips to his. He could feel her surprise, but kissed her anyway. Her resistance only lasted a few seconds. She sighed again and kissed him back. Cold air from the freezer was spewing into his face, but he paid little attention. His hands left her face and encircled her waist, pulling her closer and deeper into the kiss. Gina wrapped her arms around Justin's neck and almost growled in response to his touch. She pulled her mouth away just enough to catch his lower lip between her teeth. Justin responded by pushing her further against the freezer and devouring her mouth again. Gina let her hands slide down to feel his shoulders and arms. Her mind was screaming at all the different feelings and sensations. He released her lips and nuzzled into her neck. Gina felt his lips touch her skin and moaned. Her hands traveled to his chest. Justin shivered at her touch. He continued to kiss her neck, making his way to the top button of her shirt then stopped. The cold from the freezer was beginning to register. Gina looked up, her fingers poised over his shirt buttons.

"Hey you..." Justin cooed. He brought his hand to her face and swept aside a few strands from her brown sugar colored eyes. 

"My back is freezing!" Gina half-whispered back.

Both fell silent for a few more seconds, neither really knowing what to do.

"I am sorry if..." Justin started to say. Gina stopped him with a finger touching his lips. Her other fingers clawed softly down his chest. Justin closed his eyes, not wanting her hand to leave his skin. "We're going to thaw out my ice cream if we stay here..."

Justin opened his eyes as Gina took his hand and slowly led him out of the kitchen. His senses felt completely overloaded. He could not believe he was here, with this amazing woman leading him to her bedroom. He leaned into her as they reached the bedroom door and inhaled her hair. It smelled of strawberries and vanilla. Gina giggled and playfully pushed him away from her. 

"Stop trying to eat my hair!"

"You smell incredible...and I don't even like strawberries."

Gina giggled again as she opened the door and pulled Justin inside. She spun around and he pulled her close again, assaulting her lips again with a passionate kiss. This time there wasn't any resistance as he probed her mouth with his tongue. Gina moaned as Justin's hands returned to caressing her body. She fell deeper into his kiss as she worked desperately on removing his shirt. Justin broke away and pulled the shirt off over his head, revealing toned arms and a slightly chiseled stomach. A tattoo of an eagle's head adorned his left arm. 

"Your turn beautiful," he said with a wink.

Gina stepped back a few feet and began to slowly unbutton her top. Justin became entranced, and she licked her lips hungrily watching him watch her. The blouse slid off her shoulders and exposed a simple black lace bra. The skirt was next and Justin could barely contain himself at the sight of her matching lace panties. 

"Sorry there aren't any garters or thongs..." she murmured almost shyly.

Justin's eyes were glazed with desire. He did not hear her at all as he advanced towards Gina, backing her into the closet door with a small thud. Before she could say anything else, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and pressed his now throbbing groin into her waist. Gina almost screamed at the intensity of his actions. It had been a long time since any man had responded to her in such a way. She wanted him out of his pants, but also wanted to return feeling of overpowering lust that now seemed to engulf her body.

"Justin...stop..." she commanded, her voice noticeably quivering.

Justin pulled away, suddenly worried that he had gone too far. He was momentarily worried that he had hurt her somehow, until he saw the seductive look in her eyes. She pushed him back further until the back of his knees hit the side of the bed.

"Lay down."

Justin obeyed, becoming more aroused by the aggressive turn. He reached for his belt but she stopped him, shaking her finger. "Tsk...tsk...that is for me Mr. Phillips."

Gina paused for a moment to look at the man stretched out on her bed. Her mind was racing with reasons to stop, but logic had lost its grip the moment he first kissed her.

She crawled very slowly on top of Justin, never taking her eyes off of his. She pressed her lips against his neck and heard him sigh. Gina worked her way down his throat, making sure her mouth barely touched his skin. She could feel his breathing change and she knew he was fighting very hard for control. Gina continued gently kissing Justin's shoulders and arms. She paused at the sight of the tattoo...she could not believe how it turned her on. Gina traced over it with her fingers before moving to the other arm. Justin was almost mad now with desire. Her lips were so soft and delicate, but her eyes flashed excitedly. Gina now found his stomach, and alternated between light kisses and nibbling as she slid her body along his. She reached his belt, and with her eyes on his face, used her teeth to retract the strap and undo the belt. Justin almost fainted and he tried to concentrate on taking deep breaths. He heard the zipper and lifted his hips as Gina yanked the trousers onto the floor. She was back on him and he could not stand this anymore. Justin grabbed Gina and threw her onto the bed next to him. He pounced on top of her, his teeth and mouth sucking at her chest while his hands worked on unhooking her bra. She was in a daze as Justin unclasped her bra and yanked it off. Her hands instinctively flew to cover her now bare breasts. Surprised, he looked up as if to question her action. 




The Encounter



With a quiet snick, Crystal closed her dorm room door behind her. It had been another long day of classes, and yet another day that others ignored her. Not that she blamed them that much. Crystal was nothing special to look at, with a plain face, long, mousy brown hair down to her waist, narrow hips and buttocks, and small breasts. The combination ensured that she remained a virgin, even at age 19, on her second year at college without a close friend or boyfriend. Her only boast, if she had the guts to boast anything, was her legs. She had long, smooth, blemish-free legs that she oiled and lotioned often. Crystal's roommate, in an attempt to draw her out of her shell, exclaimed more than once, "You have an awesome pair of legs, Crystal. If I were a guy, I'd probably get off having those long, creamy legs wrapped around me. Oh, shit! This is college, right? Maybe I would even get off with those legs wrapped around me!"

Crystal had felt too uncomfortable to answer her roommate as the more attractive Spanish girl revealed what might be a hint of lesbianism. Tory was a year older than herself and had already lost her virginity in high school. There was more than once that Crystal had abandoned all thought of her sanctuary when she heard Tory moaning away with some guy. The fourth time, she had actually stood there with her ear at the door, listening to Tory moan and the guy grunt, her own fingers working her to orgasm while she listened to her friend getting laid. Unlike Tory, who obviously had some good looks and the sense to use them, Crystal had no delusions about her lack of them. Other than masturbation, which never involved shoving fingers inside of herself, Crystal had no sexual outlet. Tory had offered her a large dildo one night, to which Crystal had politely refused.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to put anything inside like that," Crystal had hung her head, her face blushing brightly with embarrassment. 

Tory had replied, "You'd be surprised how good it can feel with a big vibrator in your puss. Let me know if you need help, okay?" 

This night, as Crystal tossed her textbooks on the cluttered desk and plopped onto her bed, kicking off her plain black shoes, her drab black skirt flowing up momentarily before fluttering back down over her legs. Crystal was tired, and she had a few hours with which to nap before her next class, so she set her alarm and fell asleep with her clothes on. Surprisingly, less than an hour later, it was more the feeling of a presence in her room than the stealthy rustling of something slipping into the room that woke her, but when she opened her eyes in the near dark of the room, she realized that something covered her eyes. It wasn't a blindfold of fabric, but of something large, and round that wrapped around her head. She tried to lift her hands to remove the object, but her arms and legs were bound by what felt like the same round object that blinded her. Her grogginess faded, and fear took its place. What if she was bound by some drunk college guys as a joke? Or maybe it was more than a joke. Her mouth went dry at the thought that maybe, despite her unattractiveness, she might be molested or...even raped. She opened her mouth to scream, and she suddenly felt something enter her mouth before a voice could be uttered.

The object was long and round, and very hard, yet pulsating, throbbing against her thin lips. A slightly bulbous tip rested on her tongue, but the object was wide enough that her mouth had to stretch a little to contain the object. To Crystal's panicked mind came the image of the vibrator that Tory had offered her, and she thought it might be similar to that, though this object was warm, not cold plastic. The next image in her mind was of a large, erect penis. She'd seen a few when she'd snuck a video from Tory's dresser, a porno with pictures of men with impossibly large penises buried in women's mouths or between their legs. In contrast, the object embedded in her own mouth seemed to be as large as the penises on the box. She'd watched it for only about five minutes before playing with herself right into an orgasm. Feeling guilty, she'd put the video back and hadn't seen it since. Presently, in addition to the object (penis?) in her mouth, somebody had his hands or something wrap around her small breasts, squeezing and playing with them through her black blouse. The thing in her mouth began slowly moving out an inch, and then back in, maybe three inches total in her small mouth at any time. 

She struggled, trying to free herself, but the person or persons didn't respond with words, just continued to push the thing in her mouth and play with her little breasts. Whoever was doing this was pretty strong that her struggles seemed to have no effect. Another object began caressing her legs, lifting her long skirt as it did so, stroking up her calves to her knees, and then to her thighs, one on each thigh. He felt one of hands rip off her blouse, uncovering her gray bra and pale skin. The hands, when they touched her skin around her breasts, seemed less like hands, than like something else. Her fear intensified with the loss of her blouse, and she bit down on the object in her mouth, terrified now. Though, any man's flesh was sensitive and easily cut, this object was not so sensitive. In fact, it made no move to retreat, no howls of pain as her teeth clamped down, but instead it pressed even further into her mouth, almost five inches at once, and she gagged as it reached the back of her tongue, right at her throat. She gagged on it, and it stayed still, continually triggering her gag reflex, and she forgot that she was going to bite it off if necessary. It then moved back out of her mouth a little before plunging back in over and over, a bit like on the video when the women let the men put those monstrous penises in their mouths, and she realized that the object tasted slightly salty and throbbed continuously in her mouth. 

One of the (not hands) things wormed its way under the front of her bra and lifted it up, and then it was suddenly unattached, accompanied by a loud snick of cloth being cut. Whoever this intruder or intruders were, they had a knife or a pair of sharp scissors, which made them armed. The bra was pulled away from her and discarded, and then the things wrapped around her small breasts again, now playing with her hardening nipples as well. She whimpered around the thrusting object in her mouth, feeling her body begin to respond a little by moistening between her legs. Then the skirt was lifted again by the objects on her thighs, another loud snick-snick, and the skirt was pulled from her, revealing her plain, gray panties. One of the objects on her thighs moved up and brushed her between her thighs, making her jump and instinctively try to shut her legs and deny it, but instead, whatever bonds held her ankles pulled her legs further apart in response. She felt exposed to whoever these sick bastards were, and she shook with anger as much as terror. Then, to her dismay, her panties were yanked forcefully down her legs and off, and she was totally naked before them. Suddenly, only seconds later, the thing that covered her eyes was removed, and she found herself boggling in disbelief at the monstrous...thing that held her captive. 

It was enormous in total size, with more than twenty long, thick tentacles that writhed and wiggled. Each tentacle was capped by a bulb at the end, and looked very similar to impossibly long, large penises. Tentacles held her wrists and ankles, and two of them wrapped around her breasts, the tips teasing her nipples. Two more caressed her inner thighs, and yet another was moving in and out of her mouth. The beast, whatever it was, watched her from two large, black stalks with similar black eyes atop each stalk. She cried out in horror around the tentacle jammed in her mouth as more tentacles leisurely fondled her body, the tips glistening with clear liquid. One of the appendages between her legs was now directly caressing her moist vagina, making her shudder. As she stared on, some kind of orifice opened under the monster's eye-stalks, and something gray and wet slithered out, until it was almost as long as one of its tentacles. This could be its tongue, Crystal pondered wildly as it moved over her legs, licking, tasting, up more and more, until it rested at the opening of her vagina. Without a hesitation, it stroked up and down the inner lips, teasing her clit, startling a muffled cry from her, and lapping at her more, and her vagina responded more, getting wetter, the wetness now almost dripping down her buttocks to the bed. The tongue captured the escaping wetness, and delved its tip just between her inner lips, seeking more of the interesting liquid. The tentacle plunging in her mouth had gone even deeper, and she found she could breathe a little better if she did so through her nose. When she tried it out, her head cleared a little as the oxygen made it in. 

Unable to make an effective struggle for freedom, she gave in, hoping it would finish quickly without ripping her in half. She sagged back against the bed, and as its tongue delved a bit deeper inside her, she even lifted her narrow hips in response. The long tongue moved within her, mimicking the actions of its tentacle in her mouth, only not as deep, maybe a few inches, and it wiggled within her, immediately stimulating several spots as sensitive as her clitoris, and she actually found herself enjoying its attention. Within a minute, she was brought to a powerful orgasm unlike any she'd ever given herself. She cried out, and her body spasms shook her. Her vaginal walls contracted around the tongue, and her wetness flooded it. It caught as much as it could before the tongue withdrew back into its mouth. Before her orgasm ended, she found herself lifted by the tentacles until it was positioned directly before its eye-stalks, right over its mouth, which opened again. The tongue returned to her vagina, resuming its manipulations, quickly making her climax a second time, and then a third before her second had even ended. She writhed in pure pleasure, and her cum dripped out and down its tongue into its waiting mouth. She was trembling by the time her fourth orgasm hit, and she felt so drained that she sagged in its grip. The tentacle that plunged halfway down her throat began throbbing much harder, and it withdrew enough so that the tip rested on her tongue for a few seconds before something thick and white spewed forth into her mouth, spurt after spurt splashed her mouth, flooding it quickly, and she tried to swallow it so that she could breathe, though most of it poured from her mouth onto her breasts, stomach, legs, and even into the monster's own open mouth. Finally spent, the tentacle was removed from her exhausted and cream-covered mouth, and she gasped for breath. 

The tongue was removed, disappearing for the moment into its maw, and a few seconds passed as Crystal was held suspended in the air. She panted, her chest heaving, as she wondered if this meant that it was done, and a feeling of disappointment at the thought shocked her. She didn't have long to ponder this before a tentacle grazed against her drenched opening, making her jump in surprise. The tentacle was almost as large as the one that had been in her mouth, and it wiggled against her inner lips, spreading them. Was this the moment that she'd anticipated? The bulbous end of it pressed uncomfortably against her opening, pushing its way inside her, stretching her wide as the head slipped in. She cried out in pain at the intrusion, but it stopped just past the head, waiting as she grew used to the girth. After more than a minute, it suddenly plunged in almost seven inches, and she screamed with the pain. She looked down in shock at the tentacle buried deep in her, and shuddered as she saw the small tendrils of blood tracing down the length. Its tongue snaked out yet again, this time lapping up the virginal blood, moving at her entrance to get the rest, and the tentacle began moving, mating with her in slow, short strokes. She cried out in pain with each stroke, but then, incredibly, the pain dulled, and the underlying pleasure was noticeable. 

Her cries became less and less those of pain and more of pleasure. Another tentacle moved to her mouth, and she opened it, allowing it entry. She even attempted to bring it pleasure even as the other one inside her began thrusting deeper, filling her in a way that the women on the video could never even dream of being filled. She sucked on the tentacle in her mouth, sending it deeper in her throat, moaning around the huge appendage. A third tentacle snaked its way near the one buried in her vagina, to the puckered entrance of her anus. It was thinner than the other two tentacles by half, but still quite large for what it intended. It spurted a bit of its stuff into her anus, and then began wriggling in, stretching it wide to facilitate its entry. Within a few minutes, all of her orifices were packed full of tentacle, and she was used for almost ten minutes of one orgasm after another, almost one continuous orgasm before, simultaneously, all three tentacles loosed a torrent of its stuff in her vagina, anus, and mouth. Once again, she struggled to swallow all of it, an impossible feat, and seemingly gallons of it exploded from her mouth, covering her in the milky, thick stuff. Then suddenly, other tentacles shot more stuff, bathing her in warm goo, the stuff all over the place. The tentacles in her holes withdrew finally, and she felt so empty even as more of its stuff poured from her stretched openings. She drifted into unconsciousness, thoroughly used, and was vaguely aware as she drifted that its tongue was cleaning her all over, even snaking deep inside each hole to collect the stuff it had spewed in her. It even cleaned the floor and bed of its remnants before placing her gently on the bed. She managed to slip under the covers before the world was lost to her for hours. 

When she awoke, it was almost midnight. She jerked awake with a start, feeling incredibly sore. 

"What happened?" she mumbled, and then her eyes opened wide as she remembered the monstrosity that had violated her so completely. She reached between her legs and touched the entrance to her vagina. It had regained its former tightness, but was so sore it hurt to even touch it. She felt reamed out. She realized dimly that she had missed her third class. A key rattled in the lock, and Tory strolled in. She looked at Crystal, who sat up in her bed, naked, her breasts bared just over the blanket. She shot her a confused look, knowing that Crystal never slept in the nude.

"Are you okay?" Tory asked, throwing her handbag on the small table in the corner of the room. 

"Huh?" Crystal managed to get a foothold in reality, "Oh, sure." Crystal's mind whirled over the events of the evening. Where had it gone? It had definitely been too enormous to get through the door. Wherever it was, it had hopefully been satisfied with her. Maybe it would come back. She shivered, pleased by the idea. Maybe it would even come back while she and Tory were both here. Tory could then get screwed better and more completely than she'd ever dreamed. Those thoughts brought on wonders about Tory's thinly veiled suggestions of a lesbian encounter between them. If she could be screwed so thoroughly by a monster, being with another woman seemed so much less taboo. Maybe...



The Encounter



The night was cool and damp as it lay upon her porcelain figure her lips where a deep red and her sharp teeth stood out in the dark of the night. As she walked along the dimly lit street she felt the cool breeze play across her bare face and neck caressing her gently as a lover's hands would play across her skin. The sound of loud and anarchistic music drew her in from the night towards a small back door tucked in an alley.

She opened the door and was greeted by the sweet pungent aroma of cigarette smoke and cheep beer. The Antagonistic clothing and colors matched superbly with her short plaid skirt, and tight band tee that showed all of her curves and left little to the imagination. Fer flat soled converse high top shoes matched her deep green eyes, and the red satin thong she wasn't wearing matched her long red hair.

She walked past the bar and out onto the hard concrete floor where she pressed through the mass of writhing flowing bodies. She watched with the keen eyes of a huntress, sliding through the mass of dancing people as easily as the wind through the trees. There close to the stage there he was, six foot tall thinly built with a bright green mo-hawk that was the man she wanted. She stepped up to him his six foot frame towering over her by six inches. She smiled up at him her blood red lips calling to him. She placed her hand on his cheek feeling the warmth of his flesh flow into her. She felt a dampness begin to gather within her.

Her hand coursed up his chin drawing his face to hers, their lips touching in a moment of blind passion. As they kissed, tongues dancing, desire began to course through their veins bringing them closer together. His hands found their way to her face and coursed back through her hair tugging gently. He pulled her head back and began to kiss and caress her neck with his tongue. A soft sigh, to soft to be heard through the music that played loudly around them, escaped her lips. He felt the small burst of Ecstasy as she breathed against his neck. moving his hands he followed the curve of her back stopping for a moment in the small of her back to draw her even closer to him.

As he pulled her closer she could feel his pulsing sex held tightly by their faded denim prison. The dampness that had begun to rise within her swelled. Again his hand began its journey south ward and with large strong hands he gripped her tight ass through the thin veil of fabric, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Slowly they released each other and made their way to the back door, as soon as they had exited the building she turned to him pulling his mouth once more to hers she thrust him against the wall. Their lips never parting his hands began their journey anew, again he gripped her buttocks through the fabric of her skirt, skillfully he moved one hand up to her pert breasts and cupping them with one hand he gently rolled the hardened nipple causing her to moan into his mouth.

While his hands teased her her hands began their own work in this tawdry dance. She slid her hands up his tight abdomen feeling the finely articulated muscles. Her hands slid slyly down till they found the buttons to his jeans. In response he moved his hand under her skirt and dug his strong fingers into the supple naked skin there. The dampness that she had held within her sex suddenly exploded, frantically she worked at the buttons of his pants falling to her knees she took him into her mouth coaxing him to stand straight and true she heard the pleasure in his moans and felt it in his legs. Not wanting him to release just yet she stood again and guided his hands to her flower where they proceeded to play music that would have made Chopin blush. She gripped him tight as his fingers played lightly over her lips and found that spot that made her utter a sharp cry of pleasure. Knowing the time was right she reached between them and gripped him by the shaft. Slowly she guided him into her and watched as his eyes widened with pleasure as her tight spaces enveloped him. She sighed as he filled her completely.

With a guttural grunt he was inside her. Thrusting to the rhythm of his own heart beat, her cries of pleasure urging him to greater feats of lust. The course brick wall biting into her soft back in that pleasantly painful way. Her finger nails dug into his back drawing the slightest amount of blood as the tension built within her body, she could feel the pleasure building like a tsunami. As the pleasure mounted in her she could feel him ready to spill inside her the seeds of life that could never be.

As the waves of pleasure grew she suddenly bit into his neck her sharp teeth puncturing the soft tissue of his artery and spilling the warm blood down over her perfect lips and into her waiting throat. At the same time she felt him climax within her spilling his seed deep inside her her own climax pulling at him, coaxing more of him out as he began to fade.

AS the last of his life began to slip from him and his body began to go limp she gently tucked him back into his pants buttoning him up. She smiled as she looked at him her perfect man she turned his head displaying his magnificent plumage like the most lurid peacock looking for a mate. He lay dead in an alley with the light ocean mist falling on his face and a smile on his lips.

She walked away into the night smiling.



The Encounter



Today started out like any other day, on the weekend of course. I got up, logged into my computer and I started surfing the web. The usual: Facebook, E-Mail, ESPN, YouTube, etc.

I proceeded to go upstairs because my stomached stated it was hungry. I walked over to my door and opened it. Taking my first step out I hear a somewhat subdued moan from across the hall. I halted immediately, grinning slightly, I continued to listen. I heard more moans, the high pitched drawn out ones I usually hear from girls I'm drilling with my hard dick. I hear two more, each a little quieter, then nothing. Ruffling sheets and blankets come from the room and I realize someone is coming to the door. I quickly make as if I was already halfway up the stairs when the door opened.

"Andrew?" said a sweet and soft voice. I stopped walking up the stair and turned my hair back to see who's sexy voice called for me. I see my roommate, standing there holding a blanket over her body. I see her bare shoulder, thick, slightly curled, fluffy, brown hair draping on one of her shoulder. 

"Yes?" I ask, a slight grin came across but I quickly mask it. She takes a step forward, revealing a smooth, bare leg from underneath the blanket. I glance at it, then back to her deep blue eyes. Her skin was a bit matted with a small layer of sweat covering her forehead. She smiles at me.

"I didn't realize you were here." she stated, looking into my eyes with curiosity. 

"I just woke up a little while ago. I though you went with James and them to go camping or something." I replied.

"No, I have to work later today, so I had my girlfriend spend the night with me."

My heart sped up a bit, knowing that just a minute ago they were enjoying each others pleasuring. I wondered if either were giving oral when I heard the moaning.

"I--" I started to say something than she cut me off.

"We were wondering," she started another woman stepped out from the room and wrapped her arms around Kamille, she smiled. "if you were interested in a little experiment?" she finished, grinning a seductive smile.

I smile in return and turn to face her, taking a step toward the 2 of them. "What kind of experiment?" 

"Well, neither of us have really--" she stopped and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her. Her hand gently grabbed my shoulder as her other wondered down my chest, to my abs, to my thigh. My heart raced, my pupils dilated, my dick twitched in anticipation of what came next. Her hand continued down and felt my dick, just starting to grow, she smiled and grabbed it. She gave it gentle pumps as my mouth opened to draw in air. Kamille smile, as well as Shelly. 

Shelly wasn't under a blanket, wasn't covering her body with anything but Kamille. Kamille pulled me into the room, and by doing so the blanket fell away from her body revealing her large, firm, natural tits. Her body was agile, yet had gorgeous curves down her back and around her ribs. Shelly stepped around Kamille and grabbed my hand to pull me onto the bed in which they were just, "having fun" on. I looked her up and down. Seeing her tits weren't as large as Kamille's, yet still amazing. Her body was also curvy. Her back curved perfectly showing all that was needed. Her pussy shaved to perfection. They both laid down on the bed, leaning on their elbows looking up at me, each were groping my now throbbing dick. They smiled, and pulled down my shorts revealing what they had just made. They looked slightly nervous.

"We've never done anything with guys before, nothing serious. Just a little fooling around before we realized we weren't straight." Kamille said, then grinned at me.

"Mmmm, that's hot." I replied.

"So don't judge us, don't expect us to be amazing with you." added Shelly.

Shelly moved forward and started stroking my dick, Pre-Cum already streaming out getting her hand moist. I stared at enjoyment, then watched as Kamille moved forward and slid her lips over my hard dick. I felt her tongue slide against my head, she started to suck on my head. A wave of pleasure rushed over me.

This is so Fucking hot!!  I though to myself as I watched this super hot Lesbian suck on my dick. Shelly started stroking to the rhythm of Kamille sucking my dick. Shelly smiled and slid her hand over Kamille's body, feeling the curves. She slid further down reach behind and started rubbing her clit. 

I moaned, as she sucked my dick, I watched as Shelly went to work. I heard Kamille moan, I felt the low vibrations run up my dick. She sucked harder and faster, following Shelly's lead. Her hand stroking up and down, Kamille's mouth following. 

"How's that?" Shelly asks. 

I moan louder. "Oh my God! You're a natural! Both of you are!!" I gasp out.

Kamille stops, followed by Shelly. They grab me and pull me on top of Kamille. I raise my eyebrow, thinking only one thing, Sex.

"I've never had sex with a guy, I want to know." She states, then grins. "Be slow, until I say otherwise." 

I nod.

Shelly rubs Kamille's clit, then fingers her. Kamille moans in pleasure. I look down and see the wetness pouring out onto Shelly's fingers, It makes my dick throb harder. Shelly stops and strokes me with her juicy fingers. I moan slightly in acceptance. She positions my hard cock right at Kamille's pussy. I feel the wetness. Kamille places her hands on my ass and slowly pull me inside her. It's ultra tight and wet. I groan, but it goes unheard to Kamille's whale in pleasure. I smile, staring into her eyes. I'm all the way in.

"Oh my god! It feels amazing! I can feel your Cock throb in my tight pussy."

I pull back then back in. Thrusting slowly in and out of her tight pussy as she moans loudly with each thrust. "Faster!!" she yells at me. I oblige her. Thrusting faster and faster. Feeling her tight pussy get looser and wetter each time. I push all the way in and stop. She explodes with pleasure, moaning so loud Shelly puts her hand over Kamille's mouth. She smiles.

I push more, thrusting faster.

"Fuck." she says.

"This feels... Amazing!" I groan out. She starts panting and moaning faster and faster. She stops me and pushes me out. I feel her pussy tighten quickly, I then feel the gush of her pussy running down my dick. I look down and see her squirt all over my throbbing Cock. I moan out. "Fuck!!"

I stop and look at Kamille. She lay there, still squirting, twitching. Shelly moves forward and starts sucking my Cock. Tastinging all of Kamilles pussy juices on my dick.

"Mmmmm" she moans out, "Tastes so good!!" she exclaims to me and Kamille. I grin and moan. Shelly stops and pushes me on my back. She hovers over me, then slowly slides her pussy down my dick. She moans, then slams her pussy down and starts riding my hard. Places her hands on my chest and moves her hips forwards and back. I moan, throwing my head back. She smiles and moans with me. Her tight pussy starts pouring out as Kamille's did when she squirted. She stops and yells out with pleasure. I get on top of her and start fucking her like crazy, wanting to cum. I can feel every urge and desire to do so. She squirts again, I feel her pussy contract on my rock hard Cock. She push me away. 

"We'll finish you off our way." said Kamille grinning. She stands me up and they both kneel in front of me. I realize what's going to happen and Shelly grabs me and starts blowing my Cock. I moan, feeling Kamilles hand stroke with Shelly's mouth. They take turns blowing my dick. 

"Fuck this is insane!" I blurt out in excitement. They moan and smile.

"Cum for us! Cum for us Andrew!! Please! We want your cum!" They beg.

Kamille start suck me hardcore, letting my head press against her throat. That special feeling when she deep Throats. 

"Fuck!!" I groan. I feel my dick tingle. I start panting and moaning faster. Kamille sucks my head as she realizes I'm about to cum. She smiles and deep throats me, I feel my head push against the back of her throat. Shelly looks into my eyes.

"Cum for us! We want your cum! Please, Andrew, cum into her mouth. We want it!" Shelly begs. I feel the first pulse push my cum into her throat. I feel more and more.

"Ahh!! Fuck!! I'm Cumming!" I exclaim, moaning with each pulse. She slides back a bit and sucks on my head as Shelly strokes my throbbing shaft. I cum more, more than I have in a long time. Kamille pulls off my dick and Shelly goes on, sucking my head as I cum more.

"Oh god that's sooo hot!!!" I moan with pleasure. I finally finish my glorious orgasm and lay there as they both play with my dick as it dies down. They take turns sucking my head and stroking is it goes soft. 

I lay there, in her bed, think to myself.

I just get fucked by two Lesbians!!!  I grin. They both get up and start getting dressed. 

"I've got to work." Kamille states in a slightly saddened tone. "But we can play again!!" I just lay there and smile. 

I watch them get dressed and walk upstairs. I go to my room and watch them both walk to their own cars and drive off. Unable to stop thinking about what just happened. I smile and just lay down in my bed. I sit up and walk to my drawer smiling a bit bigger. I open up my drawer and pull out some lube and lay down, still grinning about the encounter I had just enjoyed.



The Encounter



Her hair was silky-soft and her thighs moist...

He came up behind her, his breath hot on the girls neck. His hands reached around to cup her breasts, twist and pinch her nipples

A plea escaped from her, "Please! Take me!"

"In time. We want to enjoy this" he growled in her ear.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, as if the waiting would cause her death. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, and knew he wanted it just as much, but where he found the patience, she knew not. She could only suppose it came with his age.

He could tell both girls were highly aroused. He could smell his beloved, her cunt was wet and filled the room with her musk. The girl between them had a lighter, sweeter scent, but it was just as strong

He nibbled on the back of her neck, which caused her to confess, "Please......I will do ANYTHING to make you mine!"

"Oh, we KNOW you will" he said. "By the time we are done with you, we will OWN you. Body and soul, girl"

She turned to face him, and in that moment, he could see how vulnerable she was. Then she kissed him with wild abandon.

Gripping her by a fistful of hair, he kissed her back before forcing her to her knees, but in that moment, an incredible frenzy was released, and she knew she could never go back to her "old self" again.

He wagged his cock in her face. "This was in her ass, just this morning, right before you got here" indicating his beloved "Worship it with your mouth, " he told the girl

"Rim my ass, slave." he told his beloved slave.

The girl took that cock and owned it.....sucking long, hard and deep, while his slave ... gently at first, teased his asshole....only to become more forceful. He groaned as his beloved slave wriggled her tongue deep into his ass while the girl took his cock down to the root, and almost too quickly for his liking, he exploded: his cock setting off the white milky juice that both the girl and his slave craved.

He grabbed both girls by the hair and mashed their faces together, forcing them to kiss, which they did so eagerly. He watched as the love of his life and the new girl, their new toy, passionately kissed and shared his cum

"Get on the bed, spread your legs wide." he ordered his slave. She submitted with a grin.....knowing that the former play had aroused him.

Once his beloved had followed his orders, he dragged the girl by her hair to the bed and bent her over it, shoving her face into his beloved's cunt. "Lick her, make her cum" he told the new girl He shoved his thumb in her ass , 2 fingers in her cunt and used the other 2 to rub the young girls clit The new girl moaned against the slave's cunt....the vibration from which only added to the pleasure.

The Master rammed his fingers in and out of the girls holes, his cock twitching as she squealed and moaned

Then his slave grabbed her by the head and forced her face onto her pussy, HARD.

The Master placed his free hand on the back of the girls head, helping his slave to force the girls face and mouth as deep into his slaves cunt as possible

His cock was growing hard again as he withdrew his hand and shoved his fingers in his slaves mouth 

And the slave promised all manner of things as she came. but with the final climax, she looked into her Master's eye and said, "I love you."

"I love you too, my beloved." he said to his slave, "but now I am going to fuck both of you." he told them

He threw the girl onto the bed, next to his slave, and mounted her, pushing his rehardened cock into the girl, as he looked into his beloveds eyes

His hand pinning both of them down by the throat

"That's right, Baby, fuck her! Fuck her good!" was his slave's choked reply.

norky_christopher: With a grin, he got off of the girl and entered his slave, pumping into her. "Mmmmmm, this feels so good." he groaned "I'm not going to stop fucking the 2 of you until i blow a load in each of you." he told them

Then fucking cum! the slave told her Master. I want you to cum.....RIGHT........NOW!

"Not yet, you dirty little slut!" he growled at his demanding slave, squeezing her throat harder

The sensation of being choked got her off, and she fired off another orgasm.

As his slave came against his cock, he pulled out of her and plunged back into their new little friend. He pumped in and out of her "Cum on your new owners cock, you little fuck toy." he ordered her.

She was overcome with sensation and inexperience, and she came right away. With a cry, she buried her face in the slave's neck.

He pulled out of the girl and rammed his cock back in his slaves cunt, pumping in and out of her HARD, pounding her cunt; fucking the woman he loved the most like he hated her. The slave grabbed hold of her Master's face, and with a determined look in her eye, she told him without words that she wasn't cumming again until HE DID.

"I'm going to cum in your sweet slave cunt." he groaned into his slaves mouth as he kissed her

"Please, Master.......Please?" was her only reply.

He cried out as he slammed his cock balls deep into his slave and unloaded his balls inside her before collapsing on top of her.



The Encounter



Author's Note: This is my very first submission to Literotica. Please leave any suggestions in the comments below. Thanks for reading! 

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She was panting. Not like in the soft porn that you find on late night cable television. No, she was panting like a dog in heat. Dried tears streaked the sides her eyes, and she blinked frequently to clear new ones from forming. Her chest heaved with each breath she took. She looked, red rimmed brown eyes tracking my every moment. I watched as she took her plump, cranberry colored lip into her mouth, biting it. 

She was exquisite. 

***

"You want another round?" she had asked, twisting so that the heavy tray burdened with empty bottles and cups rested on her left forearm. With her other hand, she deftly slid a small square paper napkin out of her ratty apron with a pen clamped to it. 

I looked up, slowly taking in her dainty ankles, shapely legs, and round hips that promised a lucky man a very healthy baby one day. 

A growl caught in my throat, but I suppressed it and coughed instead. Now was not the time to scare her. That would come later. 

I nodded, sharply and jerked my head towards my empty glass. She gave a tight smile and grabbed the mug, slinging it on the tray with a skill that only comes with years of practice. Turning around, she walked to the back of the bar, disappearing inside a swinging door that led to the kitchen. 

The moment she had disappeared from my sight, I got up from the table, tossing some money down before moving out the front door, as silently as I had come in. The wind whipped around me, causing my coat to billow out against the night. I should have been cold, but I lost the ability to be easily affected by the climate many moons ago. 

I quickly climbed into my old beat up truck and pulled around the back of the old, dilapidated building that served as the small town's only bar and grill. Idling the engine, I turned off the headlights and slid down in the seat, waiting. Time passed, and for a moment, I thought that I had been mistaken. She was not going to come out. The full moon taunted me up above. I licked my lips, nervous. 

Just as I reached to turn on the headlights, the rickety back door swung open and my angel appeared. She paused and adjusted her heavy bag with one hand, and began to sift through her phone with the other. I growled freely now and quietly opened my door. Sliding out, I walked up to her faster than she would have seen and sighed. She yelped and jumped, startled. Taking the opportunity, I reached in and clasped one hand over her mouth while pulling her body against mine. Gods, she was soft. She kicked and bucked against me, driving her firm behind into my crouch. Groaning, I lifted her up and carried her back to the truck, not breaking a sweat. 

We rounded the truck and I flung the passenger door open, reaching inside to grab an old bandana that was lying on the floor. After stuffing it in her mouth, I grabbed the small roll of duct tape I had in my back pocket and taped her mouth, hands and feet. Satisfied with my work, I dropped the roll and slung her into the car with little effort. Her eyes widened in surprise and then fear. Resisting the urge to reach out and stroke her cheek, I slammed the door shut and raced to the driver's side before she could blink.

The ride home was quiet. The only indicator of her distress was the heaving of her chest wracked with silent sobs. Guilt twisted my stomach. The need to make her feel better was almost overwhelming me. A woman that beautiful should never spill tears. My knuckles tightened on the steering wheel and I willed myself to focus on the road. My small cabin was twenty five miles from the bar, hiding in the woods from passerbys. My nearest neighbor was about five miles away. I loved the solitude and tonight it would be my ally. 

I slowly pulled the truck up the driveway to the front door. Killing the engine, I looked over at my prisoner. She looked back, her eyes pleading with me. Tearing my gaze from hers, I got out of the truck and moved to her side, unfastening her seatbelt and picking her up in my arms. She let out a muffled yell and then began to buck, attempting to kick at me. I paid her no mind, moving us both to the front door.

Once inside, I laid her down on my plush rug against the couch, closing the door behind me with my foot. No one would be disturbing us tonight.

The thought of her there, in my home, caused my chest to tighten. I stood over her and waited. Tears were coming in buckets now as her eyes darted around her environment and finally to me. Taking my cue, I moved to the bedroom and came back with rope I had procured the night before. She went still, eyes widening even more as I advanced towards her. I turned her and gently lifted her bound hands, weaving the rope around them once, then twice. I then intertwined the rope with the leg of my heavy couch, tying a thick knot. After tugging on it to make sure she wasn't going to move, I sat back on my heels to see my prize. 

She had gone completely still, her eyes closed, resigned to whatever fate awaited her. I chuckled under my breath. She didn't realize what she was about to endure. 

I grabbed the knife hiding in the ankle of my boots and in one swift motion relieved her of her thin work shirt and lacy pink bra. My breath caught in my throat. She was so beautiful. Two brown nipples stared back at me, perfectly placed on top of two large, soft mounds. My hands shot out and I gently took ahold of her treasures, kneading them while pinching them softly. She kept quiet, her eyes squeezed shut. Leaning forward, I took her left nipple in my mouth, drawing it up with a slight suction. My princess whimpered and squirmed against the rope. Ignoring the pressure of my cock pressed against my pants, I moved to the other nipple and gave equal worship while squeezing the first between my forefinger and thumb. It hardened in response and her breath became a bit shallower. 

Allowing her right nipple to pop from my mouth, I dragged my tongue against her warm, supple flesh. Around the rib cage, down the stomach, dipping it into her belly button. I heard her groan and smiled to myself. This little girl had met a big, bad wolf. And I was hungry for her. The knife appeared again and just as quickly with the shirt, her pants and underwear where gone too. I took off her sandals and tossed them across the room, making note of her pretty little toes.

My hands slid up her sides, clasping in the small of her back so that she was forced to offer herself to me. Placing delicate kisses underneath her belly button, I made my way down to a hip bone and gently bit it, allowing my lips to fall back down around my teeth. She groaned loudly now and lifted her body on her own accord.

"Easy, pet," I whispered. "In due time. Relax and enjoy this."

She whimpered, but settled down. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I flicked the hip with my tongue and then mimicked my actions on the other one. She tasted so sweet. My mouth was beginning to water in anticipation and the zipper of my pants were digging into me now. I moved down her mons and opened her, taking in her scent. A low rumble came from my chest and she stilled, frightened. Closing my eyes, I allowed the tip of my nose to touch her most intimate place as her smell wafted around me. The walls of my cabin seemed to disappear as I breathed in. And out. And in. When I exhaled with more force, she flinched from the sudden assault of warm air. Her reaction distracted her long enough for me to lick her clit once, then twice. 

"Nnnnnngh!" she cried and twisted. Not taking no for an answer, I began a slow assault on her. She tasted so damn good! Struggling to maintain control over my emotions, I licked the small nub, lapping up her juices. Small amounts of liquid were starting to pool under her and I tried to get at those, too, before plunging my tongue fully into her and licking with more pressure. 

"Nnnn-hhhhhmmm," she responded, crying. Her body betrayed her, though. Her skin was flushed and a bit of sweat had started to form on her belly. I felt her thighs tighten and sped up my pace. She gave a final cry and tensed. I was rewarded with a surge of juice that hit my tongue and dribbled down my chin. Finishing my meal noisily, I sat up and licked my chops. She had closed her eyes again and was breathing heavily. 

Looking back down at her, I reached out and caressed her cheek. Her eyes popped up, big and brown. I took off her gag, allowing her to swallow a few times.

"Please, stop," she whispered. "Let me go. I won't tell."

"You will be free soon enough, Princess," I replied. My eyes swept down to her breasts before taking her gaze again. "For now, let me love you."

"This is not love. This is rape. Please." Her voice broke. "Please let me go."

"Not yet," I whispered. "You and I have a destiny to fulfill." 

She sobbed loudly, but my mind had moved on to what was to come. Reaching down, I cupped her with one hand and slid one finger into her moist center. She was so tight. Closing my eyes, I wondered if she would be able to accommodate me. She had to. I moved my digit in and out of her, teasing. She moaned and moved her head to the side to avoid looking at me. I grabbed her left leg, holding it down, forcing her to stay open. In and out the finger went. All that could be heard was her quiet sobs, my hitched breathing and the sound of her wet folds opening and closing around my hand. 

The princess's nub was tight. I flicked it repeatedly, speeding up my finger. Her breathing became more labored and I continued my motions until she tensed yet again, this time moaning softly. In the middle of her orgasm, I bent down and bit her nipple, causing her to yelp while lifting her hips. She stopped mid-air when she realized that I had slid another finger inside of her. Rolling her head back, she looked at me. 

"Please," she whispered. "I'm a virgin. Don't do this."

"Don't be afraid," I answered. "My goal is not to hurt you tonight. I want you to enjoy this." 

She moaned sadly. "Not like this," she cried. "Not like this." I bent down and sucked a delicate earlobe into my mouth before replying, "Exactly like this." I moved quickly down to her center again and resumed my tasting of her. Fingers pumping in and out of her, I wrapped my lips around her nub before taking it in my mouth. I sucked in and out, forcing it to pulse between my lips. 

"Ugggh!" she yelled, straining against her bondage. More nectar coated my lips. When she came down from her ecstasy, her eyes widened with realization. I now had three fingers buried inside of her. I moved them very slowly, gently, allowing her to get used to the feeling. She laid still, looking at me. Finally, my zipper won the war and I pulled my fingers out to stand on my feet. She moaned from the loss and I smiled. 

I disrobed and allowed her eyes to roam over my body. I watched as she took in my broad, muscled chest and the long scar it bore. That scar had been given to me by the King himself before I had taken his thrown and killed him. The lovely brown eyes traveled down my taut stomach and rested on the large member hanging between my thighs. They widened even further, causing me to grin. 

"Don't worry," I told her. "You are ready." 

She began to cry again as I descended down on to my knees. I shushed her, stroking her hand with my left one, while stroking my hard cock with my right. Kneeling between her knees, I rubbed myself against her wetness before placing the head against her opening. I felt her thigh muscles instantly tighten. This would not do. 

I let go of her hand and used my free one to lightly stroke her thigh. I then lightly stroked her other thigh. I continued this for a few minutes until she had relaxed her muscles involuntarily. Satisfied, I placed the head of my swollen cock against her center and pushed. 

She opened her mouth to cry out and I claimed it with mine, kissing her so deeply I felt her gasp. At the same time, I used a hand to flick her clit while I steadily entered her, tearing past her barrier and burying myself deep into her. She broke away from my mouth and pressed her face against my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. I held completely still, giving her the time she needed to get used to the sensation. When her sobs had finally died down, I pulled myself out of her, inch by inch. Her body tensed and she moaned. I pushed back in to her and watched as the two big brown eyes popped open. Pulling back out, I reveled as her gaze glazed over and she moaned again. Loudly. 

Forcing my stare away from hers, I looked down at the two of us joined. There was a smear of blood on me. I looked back up and began to pump my hips. 

"Oh, God!," she moaned. I swore under my breath and picked up speed. She was so tight. So tight. Closing my eyes, I moved at a steady rhythm, enjoying her whimpers every time I buried myself to the hilt. She was moaning consistently, now, head rolling from one side to the other. 

"Is it good for you, pet?" I asked, my voice rough. "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes, oh God, yes."

"Then take what you need, pet. Take it." With that, her eyes closed and I followed suit, my hips pumping with an urgency now. I reached down and pinched her clit, sending her over an edge. She shouted and lifted her body against mine, pressing her breasts into my chest. I groaned as her orgasm caused her walls to close tightly around my cock. The blood rushed from my head. I was slamming into her now, all self-control lost. She moaned again as a second, unexpected orgasm rippled through her. I growled and slammed into her one final time, forcing my cum deep inside her. Breathing hard, I opened my eyes and watched as she did the same. Our breathing slowly returned to normal and I pulled out of her, moving to the side so that I could cuddle her.

The oracle had said that she would bear my child. That I was to take her as my wife, and to love her as long as I was able to take a breath. And I intended to do just that.



The Encounter



This isn't a fan fiction piece as much as a chronicle of a dream that I experienced. 





I find myself with a nondescript friend, we are chatting politely in the foyer of a mansion of imposing age and grandeur. The dark wood and heavy rugs cast seriousness on the party. Jasper Cullen is here, imitating his family and their guests, us. Some of his brothers have their girlfriends at their elbow, sipping champagne out of pretty glasses. A female vampire was getting close to Jasper; she touched his arm and smiled. I felt out of place but magnetized. My awkwardness was overwhelmed by curiosity, fueled these past days following the invitation of the mother figure who shared my class at university. Somehow she found trust in me after our working together over several projects and finding my passionate belief in what she was. 

I watch as the mystery girl brushes her hand along Jasper's side and giggles something in his ear; his shirt gathers and I see a sliver of ab. My body reacts as my eyes lock onto the sight, and there is a flood between my legs as the blood rushes to my most sensitive regions. His sense of emotion picks up on my intensity immediately. The lady-friend is discarded as his curiosity at my bold stare overwhelms her affections. His thick charm glides him through the guests to engage my friend in conversation, of what nature I couldn't say. He turns his attention on me and somehow extracts me from the party on a pretense. I feel the glances of his family and note their concern and surprise. Their reclusive member finds an interest, which I gather is most unusual. 

I am not sure where we are going, frankly I don't care. The concern of the coven transfers to me; I have yet to discern the words coming from his beautiful mouth. He glances at me with a gleam in his eye; a mixture of desires. Lust was apparent, of which nature I hoped for the one matching my own. He leads me to his quarters of the mansion, down long hallways and up a set of dark winding stairs that creak under my weight, the only sound in our thick silence. I am ushered through a nondescript door the heaviness of which I sense as it is pushed open. I peripherally take in the décor of his human years; war medals, uniform, sword and various sheets of paper contained in proper antique display. 

I am drawn intensely to this creature, but my curiosity of the most secretive Cullen isn't completely absent. He still hasn't touched me. Jasper had led me here by his magnetism alone. My brain is yelling at me that his motives can likely be thirst. Either my hormones or his gift are overriding my survival instinct. 

Having little contact with Jasper up to this point drives my desire further. I yearn to know him, to hear his voice address me. That glimpse of his solid, smooth body had changed everything in an instant. Like seeing a new color, I knew there was no going back to before. 

Cognitively, I was terrified. Somehow it adds to my arousal. If I were able to think clearly I would realize Jasper was able to hear my heart pounding, see it forcing my blood through the smooth muscle of my arteries to the sensitive regions that were now aching. He can smell my arousal and feel my breath against him. 

An eternity and an instant passed and we are locked by our eyes. A tangled electric current travels from his honey pupils through my being. His desire for me resonates not only through my body but vibrates through my being. My soul, my aura becomes almost visible with his pulsing stare shot through it. I briefly wonder if this is how he sees people, all shimmering aura around a transparent being.

My thoughts are a heart rhythm on a monitor. Steady, but an unconscious result of my being alive. I'm not aware of leaving my feet by the wall opposite his bed until I realize I am horizontal on the massive four-poster. The dark carved arms should be ominous yet they bring my senses to another threshold. Jasper is facing me, his head resting on his right hand; he is lifted by his elbow. From my vantage point below him I sense the coolness radiating from his body and realize in a small reflection somewhere in my brain I feel the same coolness in a handprint around my waist. I try and catch my breath after realizing it is my skin's memory of him moving me. Suddenly my green sweater seems to heighten the contrast of my red blood coursing under my heated skin. Jasper is maintaining a tense distance. I his eyes I read hesitance, second thoughts, and disbelief. Surprised, I note his uneven breath and checking my own, I am embarrassed to find that we match.

My boldness comes from a place I don't know exists, and I slide my hand under the hem of his button down, over his smooth cold hip bone, up the dip between his side and his stomach, left over his abs just above his navel. His breath whooshes over me, cooling my flushed face, smelling of sandalwood and sea air. I draw him into my being, absorbing and accepting him. I close my eyes and he is on top of me. His irises are boiling maple syrup and greet me when my eyes flash open. His lips part and a smooth rumble emanates from his chest. I don't stop my hand as it slips between buttons to find the source of vibration. I find smooth, full chest, masquerading as muscle I feel marble. A palm to where his heart would be, I feel stillness. 

His eyes question my consent; I throw my lips to his neck. I feel his surprise and restraint as I throw myself with all of my meek strength at him. I am once again on my side, writhing closer to him, his silky blue shirt rubbing against me. I cling to him. I pull at his jeans, bury my face in his smooth neck. I hear his teeth clamp. For the first time his hand reaches slowly for me. I feel the cold burn travel the same path mine did on his body. My shivering reaction fuels his same primal desires. He roughly pulls me atop him, some caution gone. His jeans I had been struggling with were nowhere to be found, along with the hesitancy he was forcing on my mind. We are of one goal now. 

Below me I feel silk, chaffing compared to the flawless ivory of his skin. His hands hold me, through my sweater I feel their strength, I am hovering above him. As I stare into his burning eyes he lets me slowly down to straddle his boxer-clad hips. Here I faintly register my skirt is gone. My heated and swollen lips press around him through our undergarments, I tentatively rub myself against him, bruising my pelvic bone against the marble replica of his male parts. I push off his chest to awkwardly attempt to force his erection through his shorts. He quickly lays me down and curves two fingers into the hem my lace thong, chosen with no thought of being removed, yet here they are sliding down my thighs. A sparkling clear thread of wetness connects them to me, I notice I can see through where they were rubbing against my pussy as they are completely soaked through. He is fixated, concentrating on that thread, visually gobbling its source. My panties are pulled free and he kneels between my parted legs. With my sweater still in place I feel extra naked, for the first time nervous. My sexcapades do not extend to this realm of beings. Suddenly, he is above me, his smooth cold lips are slipping over mine. I grasp at him, begging with my body. I know he is being careful, but my passion is overriding my sense. He tenderly bites my lower lip and I moan; the pressure creating a mirrored one building in my clit. He is holding himself above me, evading my yearning hips. Slowly, with a painful pace, he dives a hand under my sweater and removes bra and garment together. My hair veils my face momentarily, his hand returns to tuck it behind my ear. His cold body comes down on me, his hips pin me down. Goosebumps raise all over my skin. I writhe my upper body, my nipples hard and raised, painfully aroused. He is at once the source and soother of my painful urgency.

Our lips meet again, my moaning hits my ears. My wetness is saturating his boxers and gathering them into a tangled mess. He tilts off me, keeping our mouths together and removes them with one hand. That hand returns to my stomach, sliding down. His fingertips reach my clit, the jolt of pleasure arching my body upward and opening my mouth wider to accept his tongue. Softly, he drags upward, pulling my moisture onto my exposed clit, making it slick and raised into the air. The bud is pulsing with swollenness, his light touch building my desire and all of my focus is contained into that tiny spot. His fingers cover my pussy, fitting into the lips and cupping me. Nestled into my slit, he slides up and down and I am beside myself. Jasper I voice his name for the first time. Pleased, he pulls back and smiles as he pushes a finger inside me. The cool fullness makes me gasp and he gazes at me while exploring me intimately. His long digit rubs against the front of my pussy, finding that most sensitive place, pressing against it, drawing out more moans and another gush of wetness. I am more aroused that I thought possible; blinded by desire I beg. My shakey voice croaks out "Please, Jasper... Please..." the meek sound doesn't sound like my own. He draws out his finger with an agonizing leisure, and shifts his body above me again.

Caramel eyes locked onto mine, he pushes me legs wide, coming between them with a look of relief. I glance down at him for the first time. I have been so focused on my own pleasure I have not seen my ultimate goal. His proud cock exposed, hangs between my legs with an impressive stature and I am stunned. He catches my uncertainty and soothingly touches my cheek. At his position, I surge upward to find his cold tip with my swollen lips. I strain against him to accept his body inside me; I am nearly crying with need. The impressive head settles against my opening, and I am still. Jasper's eyes are closed for the first time, his head thrown back. His expression is indescribable. My moans and cries are silenced, I am focused on his angel's face and my mouth is open in response to his cold member sliding steadily into my depths. His eyes flash open when I tense upon him as his dick is buried halfway inside me, the stretching intense as my body tries to accommodate him. The fire in his eyes explodes as his cock is squeezed by my spasming pussy and he brings his mouth to mine to complete his sheathing inside me. 

I cry out into his mouth, feeling him deep, the cool stretching a glorious sensation. Jasper's sinuous hands explore me, his palm finds my breast and the swollen apex burns against it. His fingers pull and twist, the harshness taking away from the ache in my loins. I cry out and he rolls me over, grabbing my ass and roughly forcing me down, my back arching up and I brace myself on his chest. His hands take control, I am moving rhythmically on his cock, impaling myself on this monster. His groans are a growl, his eyes piercing me as is his body. His hands roam, finding their way again to my sensitive nipples. Jasper focuses on the pleasure this reveals; I slow my hips as he meticulously pulls them away from my body, pinching hard, forcing more blood to the tips. He grabs behind them to trap the pressure and I am whimpering. The discomfort is creating a tension in my pussy that squeezes down on his now rocking hips. He pumps me up and down, manipulating my nipples, rocking my upper body with his grip on the sensitive tips. Jasper squeezes, crushes down on them with a force I haven't experienced, the pain mounts and he doesn't relent. My desperation gives way and the pain leads to a euphoria, I explode in pleasure.



The Encounter



With a soft sigh Angela leans back at her desk resting her head in her hand cursor blinking on an empty screen. Tired of the same old thing, she'd almost decided to take a few more risks and see what the world had to offer. But sitting here wasn't getting her anywhere. Leaning forward she flips through her e-mails friends sending last ditch efforts to get her to go out and party with them. Not being much of one to go out, she routinely sends out no thank yous and apologies. 

Still today felt like a party day, at the very least she could get wasted and dance like a crazy person. Finally one of the invitations catches her eye and she responds to it quickly noting the time and place before she really thinks about backing out of it. Almost instantly her friend responds enthusiastically and says she'll pick her up at home in an hour. Biting her bottom lip she appraises the response and decides she probably ought to go home and change into something more party worthy. 

Sifting through her closet she decides on a black swing dress, with matching stiletto heels. Dressing just as carefully under her clothes with a red corset and thong. While she stands in front of the full length mirror deciding if the outfit is just right, she takes in the high gloss of her brunette hair and dark gray eyes, petal lips curling back off perfectly straight white teeth and the dark fringe of lashes around her eyes. Her makeup perfectly accenting her features, dress clinging to her athletic build until she takes a step then to swing lightly around her. 

Picking up a small sequined black purse, with money, credit cards, keys, and a cellphone she smiles content to be doing something out the ordinary. As the time to leave arrives she hears a knock on the door and rises to open it. Smiling as her best friend Beth slips through the door and into her arms whispering. "I'm so Glad you're coming Angel, This party will be perfect for you to settle back into the party scene." Chuckling in a contralto Angela murmurs back. "Thanks for the invitation Beth. I needed a change of pace and scenery. Shall we get going?" Nodding softly Beth glides gracefully down the stairs from Angela's apartment and Whistles for a cab. Neither wanting to drive with the possibility of getting drunk at the party. 

All to swiftly the cab arrives at their destination and they both slip out of the cab tossing the fare and tip through the window as the cab speeds off behind them. Taking Beth's hand for courage they both stroll up to the door and knock, waiting only a moment before it opens to admit them, the lights blinking in time with the rhythmic music pulsing around them. Making their way slowly into the room, Beth spins into Angela's arms and starts dancing with her. They move together perfectly and slowly Angela starts to feel more comfortable about being here. The ambiance on the place melting away all her misgivings, then they break from the dance to get something to drink. 

They each take a mojito and Angela leans against the bar nursing it while Beth slips through the crowd to dance alone enjoying her anonymity and maybe attract someone to dance with her. A wide grin plays over Angela's face as she watches her friend, the mojito making her feel light and tingly as the music ripples around her, caressing her senses. Taking the last sip of her mojito she feels a hand rest on her shoulder. Angela looks around somewhat startled to see the statuesque beauty standing before her. 

With her mouth open she stammers out an hello, her gray eyed gaze sliding instinctively over the woman in front of her. Taking in the warm glow of her wavy auburn hair, heart shape of her high cheek boned face, and mysterious hazel eyes lit with flecks of liquid topaz. Finding it hard to look away from her intent eyes, Angela takes note of the black silk dress that falls delicately over every perfect inch. 

Only the toes of her black heels poking out from under the edge of the full length gown. Swallowing hard Angela tries to find her voice again but feels her throat tighten when the voice of the angel before her breaks against the drum of her ear. "Angela, isn't it? I was just talking to your friend Beth over there." Her chin motioning slightly in Beth's direction. "I was curious, I've never seen her with anyone at these parties. When she took you out on the dance floor I was Mesmerized by your beauty and easy sensuality."

Stuttering, and blushing furiously. "Th.. th.. thank you very much, and you're right of course it is Angela, My friends call me Angel. I don't go out much but I needed to do something that was out of step with my usual habits. You seem to have the advantage over me. Would you mind telling me your name?" As her bell like laughter chimes in Angela's ears at the blush coursing over her features. She leans in her full lips brushing over sensitive skin whispering. "My name is Margret, but you... can call me Ms. Maggie." the last syllable punctuated with her teeth nipping Angela's earlobe. 

In a breathy whisper Angela responds. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms Maggie. How appropriate to make your acquaintance my first night out in a very, very, long time." Hearing Ms Maggie's soft chuckle, feeling her long fingered hand brush over her belly and slide around her waist drawing her out onto the floor in a slow dance. Their bodies pressed together as they move through the intricate steps of a Tango. Angela's mind spinning with the whirl of the music and the graceful press of Margret's body gliding over hers and teasing her into ecstasy.

As their dance and the music grinds to a close, Angela feels her eyes pop open reluctantly. Having completely lost herself to the sensations gliding through her awareness. Only taking note now that the floor had cleared for them, This causing a bright blush to tease over her face again. Margret's free hand gliding up Angela's arm and kissing her hard. Gasping as all the warmth and tingling pleasure slips up her spine and devours all her senses, the awareness of the kiss lingering and making her dizzy with need. 

Finally, Angela feels a stool beneath her and a cool mojito pressed into her hand. Margret standing beside her a hand resting lightly at her elbow. A lazy grin plays over Angela's face, pressing the straw to her lips she takes a long sip feeling it cool her body but heat her desire. Setting aside the drink Angela gently takes Margret's hand and stands feeling slightly more stable on her feet. Stepping towards her she presses soft kisses over her bottom lip whispering. "Ms Maggie... I would love to go somewhere a little more intimate, so that I might get to know you better."

Feeling the curve of a smile on Margret's face she feels her pull back slowly and draw her from the main room their fingers still entwined, and a rush of adrenaline growls through Angela the sensation almost taking her alcohol buzz. As the door closes behind them Margret presses Angela back against the door and kisses her slow and hard, tongue teasing between her lips to delve into the heated cavern of her mouth. Panting wildly, Angela's nails glide up Margret's back, feeling the slide of the silk under her fingertips except where it falls against Margret's warm flesh. Banging her head back against the door breaking the kiss Angela feels Margret's hands slowly crumple the short skirt of her dress in her hands while her lips and tongue tease down along her neck. 

As her nipples tighten to the teasing of Margret's lips, Angela moans softly her shoulders pressed back into the door arching her chest to those teasing lips and hands. A groan of pleasure escaping her when Margret's fingers tease over her abs, brushing lightly at her belly button then over her nipples. Biting her lip Angela stutters.. "Mm... Yes.... Ms.... Maggie....You're making me crazy." 

Suddenly Margret pulls Angela's dress off over her head and tosses it aside her mouth sucking hungrily on first the right then left nipple. Both hands cupping and lifting her Breasts, her tongue swirling in mad circles till Angela is almost whimpering with restrained bliss. The corset finally drops to the floor and Margret kneels before Angela kissing her moist Mons through the red thong. Tongue flickering lightly over her thickening clit the fabric desensitizing the slip of her tongue.

Rocking to the motion of Margret's tongue Angela tangles her hands in the dark auburn tresses and holds her against her sex. Feeling her thong slide down her thighs she kicks it away and slides her knee over Margret's shoulder Saying in a ragged whisper. "Oh God yes... Ms.. Maggie make me cum on your tongue." her hips pounding back against the door and forward onto Margret's tongue. Angela's Voice rising as the orgasm shimmers up her spine. A high Keening "Fuck" tears through the air as her orgasm rips through her dousing Margret's tongue and cheeks. 

Slowly Margret laps at Angela's lips and inner thighs cleaning up the remnants of her pleasure, then rocking back onto her heel's she stands and wraps Angela into her arms kissing her panting lips the taste and sensations far more intoxicating than the drinks. Totally lost in the Buzz of orgasmic bliss gently breaking the kiss by pulling back with Angela's lip still between her own she smiles and let's it slip free whispering. "Thank you Angel for sharing your pleasure with me." as she reaches for the doorknob. 

Angela rests her hand over Margret's and says. "Wait Ms. Maggie..." but before she can say more Margret presses a long finger to her lips with a soft Sh... "This was only an encounter my Angel...Perhaps next time there will be more between us. For now just enjoy the pleasure I've given you and remember. It's always inspirational to step outside our everyday patterns." With that she slipped through the door and was gone. Angela left scrambling to put her clothes back on her hair a tumbled mess.