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A Dinner

By: candycane



It had taken all afternoon to make Scott a special dinner. When he got home from playing hockey, there I stand before him wearing a short, tight fitting low cut, red dress. I greet him with a kiss. "How are you feeling," I whisper softly to him. 

"Much better, now that I have you in my arms," Scott whispers back, as the scent of my perfume fills his senses. The warmth of my body against his, makes his cock begin to stir. 

"I have a bath all ready for you," I say, as I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom. I start to undress his slowly. As I remove each article of clothing, my fingertips brush against his bare flesh and feel like little shots of electricity. I was wishing that it was my tongue, but that will come later. 

Scott closes his eyes and enjoys the sensations that my touch gives him. When he is naked, I stand back and admires his body, knowing this is one great day. I take his hand and lead him toward the bathtub. Scott steps in and slowly sits down into the warm scented water. He has his eyes closed as he relaxes in the hot tub. My eyes scan his body, as my heart begins to beat faster. He is so handsome just resting in the water, that's when I realize how lucky I am. I can see he is beginning to get excited, I have to admit I was to. I am really lucky. 

"Mmmmmm, this feels great! I'm glad you thought of it , but aren't you going to join me?" 

"Not this time, I took mine earlier." 

"Please?" 

"No ... I want to serve you right now," I whisper as I set the towels on the counter and kneel next to the tub. I begin to lather up my hands and start to wash his body. Smiling at Scott, I start with his back, then move my hands up and around, slowly washing his chest and stomach. I tease his nipples until they are hard and I hear a faint moan escape his lips. Then, making my way down to his growing cock, I know he wants me to touch him. But ... I completely ignore his prick and begin washing his thighs and calves. I see that the teasing is getting to him and I laugh to myself because I know he will pay me back for this one. By the time I get to his cock I hear another moan. My slippery hand slides up and down his stiff prick, bringing him to full attention. 

"Oh, that feels so good," he moans softly as he sits up and places his hand behind my head and draws me near. Kissing me passionately, moaning as he places his tongue into my mouth, our tongues begin to dance. His kisses make me forget everything, sending shivers up and down my spine, adding fuel to the fire that burns between my legs. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him, wanting him so much. My whole body is a flame with desire and passion. Before I know what happened he has me in the tub. He starts to kiss up and down my neck as he whispers into her ear "Fuck me baby, I want to feel your cunt swallowing my cock. I want your pussy to squeeze my cock." As he whispers I struggle with my wet dress, finally raising it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. 

I slide my body into the water, spreading my hot pussy-lips with my 

fingers. Scott guides his cock into my hungry cunt. It was my turn to moan as his stiff prick slides into my tight pussy. I start to move up and down his hard cock, my cunt squeezing hard, my juice flowing freely. Scott's faces is buried between my tits, his fingers pinching and his teeth are pulling my nipples. I lean back holding onto the sides of the tub, slamming my cunt down over his cock. Water is splashing from the tub onto the floor as we go faster and deeper on each stroke. Scott reaches down and rubs my ass, fingering my hole as he sucks my nipples. 

"Oh ... I'm cumming," I scream, drenching his cock, riding faster as I feel his prick throb. My cunt spasms around his cock and he can't hold back any longer. Scott pulls me down on top of him, my tits crush into his body as he kisses me as his cock explodes deep inside my raging cunt. Holding me tightly, my cunt milks him dry. 

"Oh, that was fantastic, I don't think I've ever felt more satisfied," he moans, as we slowly come down from our sexual high. The water is slowly getting cool as I realize that I forgotten about dinner. Scott has that effect on me when we have sex. I forget everything but the two of us. 

"OH NO ..... ," I say as I jump out of the tub and to run to the kitchen. Opening the oven door I discovers the dinner is burned! Standing there, tears running down my cheeks, Scott comes up and wraps his arms around my waist. Leaning into his body, my head buried in his chest, he softly runs his hands through her hair. I look up into his eyes. "I wanted this to be so special. I ruined it." 

"Hey, it's not all your fault. I think I had a hand in it ... or a cock," We both laugh and Scott softly kisses my tears. "Lets order in a Pizza. That way we can continue with the special dinner I ruined," he whispers. 

Scott calls Dominos as I prance nude into the other room, returning, wrapped in her silk robe and carrying his. I toss it at him, sit on couch and wiggle my finger at him. He comes to sit next to me and wraps me in his arms, relaxing as wait for the food. 

After the pizza arrives and we eat, we were both satisfied ... but just with food. The rest of the night was just beginning. 

"Lets go to the bedroom," Scott whispers. He lifts me. I struggle just a little as he carries me into the bedroom, gently laying me down on the bed. "Mmmmmmm, I can't get enough of you," he whispers as he lies down and starts to kiss my cheeks, my mouth, down my neck, until he reaches my tits. Slowly he teases my areola with his tongue before biting the tip of the pink center. Circling the nipples until they are hard and erect he slowly takes one into his mouth and sucks it while his thumb and fingers gently tease my cunt. Arching my back, my hand gently holds his head to me. 

"My God, your driving me insane," I whisper. Scott looks up and smiles. "Paybacks are a bitch," he says, slowly making his way down to my stomach, nibbling my bellybutton and finally sticking his tongue inside my hungry cunt. My stomach begins to quiver as I push his head farther, but he grabbed my hands and holds them at my sides. Looking up Scott says, " ... tease me will you!" 

Still holding my hands he places little kisses all around my pussy-lips. Scott drags his tongue slowly down the slit, probing blowing gently over the cum from our previous romp, creating a cool tingle. He's driving me nuts I want his tongue on my clit so bad. I can feel his cool breath against my cunt as he begins to lick clit, slow at first and then with greater speed. I move my hips wanting more. "Oh, Scott ... Don't Stop." 

Scott sucks hard on my clit, my hips were bucking against his face as I cum continuously. Finally he released my hands and I grab his head and pull 

him closer. I felt his fingers move into my wet cunt, spreading my lips so his tongue can sink deeper into my open cunt. I pump hard and fast, riding his tongue like his prick. I felt the third finger and I scream, " ... turn around ... I want your cock in my mouth!" 

Scott turns so I can take his cock. I wasn't playing this time. I devour Scott's cock, taking his stiff prick deep into my throat on the first stroke. I can hear him moan as he feels the back of my throat. He starts pumping my mouth like he was fucking my cunt 

I suck deep as I feel Scott's thumb enter my ass, rubbing his two fingers through the tender membrane. "Oh ... I'm cummming," I yell as my mind screams, my body shakes and his fingers slide on my running cunt. I drenching his fingers, as I suck hard on his cock, lost in the world of ecstasy. 

"Oh ... please ... fuck me now, I moan. I need your cock!" 

Scott turns, reaches down to help me guide his hard prick into my dripping cunt. I gasp as his hard throbbing cock enters and he slowly slides deep inside. He places my legs on his shoulders as his cock pounds deeper. As he begins to pump faster and harder I move my hips in rhythm. I can hardly catch my breath. 

"I'm cumming," I shout as he thrusts into me hard and deep. Shaking and trembling, my juices coat his cock as my pussy pulses around his prick, squeezing tightly as waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I feel his cock swelling, knowing he is close. I reach down and massage his balls. 

"OHHHHHH, my God, I'm cummming," he groans, as he pumps faster, spurting his hot thick juice deep inside my cunt. Our cum mixing, our bodies clinging, I feel him cumming. I cum again ... and again. 

After laying for a few moments of ecstasy, his first words were, " ... what's for dinner tomorrow?" 

"Your next meal will be me," I whisper, " ... again ..."

A Dinner



CHAPTER 1

The classified ad read. "Roommate wanted. Female to share expenses. Call 800-555-1212. ad# 2343"

"Hello, Fast Rents, can I help you?"

"I'd like some more info about 2343 please."

The agent asked for her email address and sent over all the information requested. The room that was available was located just outside of town in what once was a very exclusive area. With the new expressway completed, it would take only twenty-five minutes to go back and forth to work. The e-mail also contained a picture of the room which was bright and spacious with a double bed and a large walk-in closet which was to die for, but the French doors opening to a private veranda made her mind up for her. 

Zva e-mailed the agent and requested an appointment to see the room in person. The only time the leasing agent had available was three o'clock the next day. She took it even though it meant losing time at work. 

The room and location was all that she hoped for and more. She agreed to rent the room and signed the lease that afternoon. 

She watched as the woman who took her deposit turned her blue Honda Civic around in the front of the three car garage and left. 

Thankfully tomorrow was Saturday. She moved everything she owned in two trips. It would be good to sleep on a bed and not an old classmate's couch in the basement. Even though the couch wasn't very comfortable, she still greatly appreciated her friend letting her stay there. The room that she originally planned on renting prior to her arriving in town was rented to someone else. She still fumed over that one. She signed a six-month lease for the room and headed to the place only to find out they decided at the last-minute to give the room to a relative.

Fresh from the shower she headed for the kitchen. Kitchen privileges would help save her money. 

A man was sitting at the counter so comfy eating a sandwich.

"Oh!" she said, surprised to find anyone in the house. The leasing agent led her to believe that the owner was out-of-town for a while, and she wasn't exactly sure when she'd be back.

He looked up and gave her the male once over, smiling.

"Hi, I'm Mark. You must be Sandra's new roommate." 

Extending his hand, she took it not quite sure why.

"I'm Zva. I didn't know there was anyone else living here."

"Oh, there isn't."

"Sandra's my sister, and she travels a lot. So I check in every so often to make sure that everything's ok."

That meant that he had a key and could come and go as he pleased. She felt a shiver run up and down her spine. It was then she realized he was eating her food. That ticked her off. It was bad enough that he suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but now he simply helped himself to her food. She held her temper and smiled sweetly instead.

"So, you live near here?"

"In Brentwood two towns east of here," he answered. "Oh, here's my set of keys. I won't be sneaking in on you or anything like that. I will be back next week to repair a small plumbing issue in the basement. So, if you're not going to be here just leave a key under the blue rock out front, and I'll leave them on the table when I'm done. Ok?" 

"Sure"

And just like that, he jumped off the kitchen stool, waved, and left. As the rumble of his car's engine faded, Zva berated herself for overreacting and getting herself upset for no reason. *****

"Hello, Fast Rents, can I help you?"

"This is Mark Simpson. Please tell Gale to remove ad.1243. Mrs. Weston has decided not to rent out the second room. However, she is pleased with your choice of a roommate and a check will be forthcoming."

*****

Zva was just getting home when Mark walked out of the front door and pulled it shut. She watched him walk down the steps, and she waved. He saw that she had packages and offered to help her. 

"Here, let me help. Give me your key, and I'll unlock the door."

Once he was inside, she felt rude not offering him some kind of refreshment. 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Mark started showing up more often always working on something in the basement. Each time he came, he stayed longer and longer. The one thing he did each and every time was to make sure that she realized that he was leaving the keys, but he was always arranging to come back so she would always end up simply leaving the keys under the rock for him. 

One day he had just finished mowing the lawn, and they were sitting on the back deck. He sucked down a beer as she sipped on her ice tea.

"Mark, wasn't there a lawn service the first week I moved in. Why are you doing it? May I ask?"

"So I can visit you, why else?" He smiled sweetly at her.

He had been nothing short of the perfect gentleman, but still like the first time they met another cold shiver ran down her spine.

"Next time why don't you bring your girlfriend, and I'll cook dinner?" Zva offered trying to sound casual.

"I never said that I had a girlfriend."

"Stop it! A good-looking guy like you? You have to have a girlfriend."

"You think I'm good-looking?"

She blushed and hated herself for saying it, knowing that he saw it to.

"Let's see tall, thick dark brown hair, sharp brown eyes, and muscular. It's quite obvious that you're good-looking?"

"Dinner for four?" He asked. 

"No." She answered rather quickly, too quickly. Calmer she added. "Dinner for you and a guest, I love to cook."

"You're on. When?" 

"Well, how is next Friday evening at around 7:00?"

"Great! My friend Rose is flying into town." Then he was gone.

The week flew by, and Zva was now getting excited about the dinner arrangements. She made sure that everything was cooked to perfection, and she really got into it. 

It was Friday evening, and she just finished the table settings. Sandra had some expensive china, and it looked beautiful next to her own European lead crystal and the fresh cut flowers in the Japanese vase. The lasagna was in the oven and the fresh bread ready to pop in next to it when they arrived. The wine was on the counter and the beer was cold in case Mark preferred that. All that remained to get ready was herself.

The pink sweater fit like a glove, and the slacks she chose had style, but still were comfortable to move around in. One more clip in her hair and the phone rang. She glanced at the clock. It was 6:30.

"Hello, Zva, it's Mark. I'm so sorry, but Rose's plane was delayed in Dallas. The flight was rescheduled, and she won't be in until around midnight. I was really looking forward to the three of us getting to know each other better. Lasagna is my favorite meal. Now I guess it's bologna sandwiches for me tonight after all."

She ignored it when that cold chill did its thing along her spine. 

"Don't be silly. It's all ready. Come on over."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. See you in a few."

She heard the car in the driveway and headed to the door, opening it before he could knock. If she had been interested, man he looked delicious. He wore a suit but no tie, and his shirt was unbuttoned showing just a hint of masculine chest hair. She had to stop herself from nuzzling up to him when she caught the scent of his cologne. 

It was slow going at first. However, by the time the meal was well under way they were laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Why no foursome tonight? You're not bad looking yourself, you know?"

"Thank you. It's personal, and I rather not talk about it. Ok?"

"No, it's not OK." 

It was the way he said it, rough and demanding. She popped her head up, trying to decide if she needed to be afraid. All she saw was his soft brown eyes filled with concern, and the smile that made you want to smile back at him each and every time. 

"Rose is one lucky woman," she thought. 

Then she listened as he teased and coerced her to tell all.

There were no tears this time. No self-pity because she finally moved past that. It took years, and it had been rough emotionally.

"Steve and I planned the most perfect wedding, a future filled with happiness was just around the corner. Everyone was arriving. Everyone was laughing and joking, but the groom was late. The groom never showed. They found him and he could not say why he did not show, but they all knew. There would be no ramifications for his actions. She had to identify the body he had no family left. A delivery truck ran a red light. He died instantly they told her.

"Finally five years later, when I thought I was ready, I dated this jerk from my office and he tries to rape me in the car on our very first date."

"Man that's rough, I'm so sorry." He offered.

"Oh, wait it gets better." Smiling she said. "I can laugh now but then," a deep sigh. "I go to my tenth year class reunion and this guy I meet there and I start seeing each other. We dated about two-weeks, and I'm real shy and real skittish, so I'm holding back the sex. I mean, I figure Zva your thirty-two it's time to give it up, right? So, I plan this romantic dinner and buy sexy lingerie, the whole nine yards. Hey it's my first time and I'm nervous. The door-bell rings and who do you think is there? His wife, that's who."

"Oh, Zva, Zva honey." He's laughing, she's laughing. Then he adds. "It's the wife classic part that's funny, not the way men seem to keep betraying you. I'm sorry I laughed, That must have hurt you real deep." He put down his glass and stood.

"It's getting to be near mid-night, and I need to get Rose."

Zva sat in the dark for two hours before getting ready for bed.



Chapter 2

She never met Rose and wondered what type of person she was. Even though Mark did not talk much about her, she found herself feeling a hint of jealousy.

She watched Mark as he lugged stuff downstairs into the basement. Apparently the little plumbing issue turned into a major one, and she found him there so often in fact that he no longer played the 'leave the key game.' Sometimes they'd talk and other times he simply ignored her.

Today, he banged around downstairs until late into the night.

She just arrived home from a movie as she saw him come up the stairs and close the basement door.

"Mark, do you know what time it is?"

"No, I guess I lost track. Can I use my sister's bath to clean up before I go?"

"Sure. Are you hungry? I can fix you something?"

"Great. Anything, thanks," he said as he headed down the hall toward Sandra's room.

They shared the snack and talked some more before Mark looked at the kitchen clock.

"Oh my is that clock right? I better get. I'll be back tomorrow, and if I can get here early enough, I'll be done."

Zva turned and looked up at the clock realizing it said 2:30.

"Mark, you can't drive all the way home at this hour and be back early in the morning. Why don't you just spend the night in Sandra's room? I make a mean breakfast."

"Are you trying to seduce me, Zva?"

"No!" she snapped.

"Easy, girl, I was just teasing. Remember it's me, honey. I understand. OK?" Smiling he added. "I better get going."

No, Mark, I'm sorry. I'd like you to stay, please. It was just an old reflex. Forgive me."

After getting ready for bed, she locked her door and couldn't help it as she moved a chair and forced it under the door-knob. Surprising even herself, she slept well.

Breakfast turned out to be a Southern style feast of eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, and biscuits.

She giggled as she watched Mark practically lick his plate clean. She liked him and really was trying not to be so edgy around him. She knew he sensed it, but, like the nice gentleman he was, he never mentioned it once to her relief.

Right after he helped clean up the dirty dishes, he headed back into the basement, and she drove to the store for groceries. She noticed that his car was gone when she got back from shopping. As she put her groceries away in the kitchen, that tingle up her spine took her breath away once again.

Chastising herself to stop it, she walked down the hall and stood in front of the basement door. With her right hand she slowly turned the knob, and taking a second breath she pulled. It did not open as she expected. That was when she noticed it also had a deadbolt lock on the door. It was not so noticeably since it was nearer to the top of the door than the center where they usually were located. Reminding herself that it was none of her business, she returned to the kitchen.

*** Snuggled down under the warm blanket Zva finished her report to the corporate office. She hated this part of her job. The squealing was the part that kept her without friends. She infiltrated the office staff and looked for the culprit, the thief. Sadness washed over her remembering Kathy. She liked her, and they did become friends until Zva discovered the person stealing was Kathy's nephew. Kathy had no idea that her nephew was stealing from the company, but she blamed Zva for destroying her family. After that incident she was pretty much alone. No it was safe to say that she was completely by herself. No one would have anything to do with her.

Now this job was about to wrap up. She would be sent to a new branch of the company to investigate. It suited her just fine not having a permanent location. Permanent represented something she still was not ready to face.

She e-mailed her report, turned out the light, and drifted off to sleep. 

The noise of the phone woke her.

"Hello."

"Hi, it's Mark. Listen I got to get a few things I stored out of the basement, and I was wondering if you could be a lamb and help me .They are not heavy, but some items are bulky and an extra set of hands would really help."

"Sure when?" 

He set it up for four o'clock Sunday. She told him she'd fix them a bite, and after she hung up, she realized she should have told him to bring RoseRose too. She quickly hit recall and discovered the number was blocked. That seemed odd. Oh well, she moved to the bathroom to get ready for work. This was her last day at Frank's Clothiers and Sons. 

When she asked herself just how close Rose and Mark might be, reverting to old tapes of past behavior patterns, she decided it did not matter. She was not going down that road ever again. Her last thought before getting out of the shower was all guys are nice in the beginning.

Mark coming on Sunday gave her something positive to focus on. She threw herself into getting ready. Dinner would be Mexican frijoles, black beans, salsa, and wedding cookies for dessert.

He showed up right on time. He always did to the minute she realized as she smiled opening the door for him.

He had two dozen red roses, and they were for her. The gesture left her speechless. 

"I hope you like roses. "

"Mark, they're lovely, thank you." 

She did not know what else to do, so she gave him a peck on the cheek. Only he saw it coming and moved so that her kiss landed smack on his lips. The roses she held between them stopped it from becoming more than a simple kiss. To grab her and plant the type of kiss he wanted would have destroyed them. She felt it and it confused her. Silently, thanking the flowers for their buffering of the kiss and then blushing, she turned and he followed her inside.

Unexpectedly she turned and caught him ogling her. Then she watched as a frown formed on his face.

"Don't ever wear yellow again. It doesn't suit you," he said in the authoritative voice she remembered from the first day they met.

She responded with an uncomfortable giggle, and said. "Thanks for the fashion tip. I'll have to remember that. Do you want to move your stuff before or after we eat? I cooked Mexican and hope you like it."

"I'm game if you are. Let's get it over with now, OK?"

Together they walked down the hall, and he took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. She listened to the tumbler release with a click and for some reason jumped as if startled. She saw him reach along the right wall for the light switch and heard the click. Nothing happened.

"Oh, man I forgot the last time I was here the bulb blew. There's another switch at the bottom on the left about shoulder height that will turn on the other light . I'll hold this door open and you can turn it on."

Cautiously, Zva felt her way down the steps and slowly edged herself down into the basement. 

"What is it that always seems to unnerve people when they enter a dark basement," she said hearing him laugh.

With fingers spread wide she felt for the light switch and clicked the room into lightness. Unbelieving eyes looked toward Mark as he closed the downstairs door and placed a padlock on it.

"Mark!"



Chapter 3

"Mark!" she repeated. The cold chill again ran up and down her spine.

"Mark, where is the stuff that you want moved?" She said stupidly while he watched, trying to get her to focus on what was in the room.

Large frightened eyes watched as Mark placed the padlock key deep into his pocket and turned towards her. He was smiling, and it was not the one that made you want to smile back at him.

"Mark, I want to go back upstairs now, please. Why did you me bring me down here?"

He walked over and sat in one of the two chairs near the middle of the room. He still had not spoken a word.

"Mark!" She yelled. "What's going on here? Are you going to murder me?" 

She began to cry. 

"Zva, sit down in this chair."

"I don't want to. I want to leave."

"You're not going anywhere until we have a little talk. Sit!"

The way he said sit scared her. He watched her lose control. She screamed and sobbed unsure of what to say or do to convince him to open the door. Neither worked. Now he listened to her begging and promising things she had no intention of keeping.

"When you're finished with all your tantrums, sit down and we will talk."

After ranting and raving for another twenty minutes, all of her energy was expended, and she finally relented and sat in the chair in front of him.

"That's better. Now if you'll listen, you'll learn the rules."

"RULES?"

"Yes, Zva, there are now rules so listen carefully because the rules if followed will make your life here easier."

As she started to stand, he stood up first and yelled at her. 

"Sit down and shut up!"

She reluctantly sat down whimpering. He noticed she was trembling, but he did not care.

"Rule number one: no pleases and no begging. Rule two: you will not speak unless given permission. Rule three: do not make me repeat myself. There are more rules but you need to master these first. Oh, and, Zva, when you break a rule you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Mark, stop this right now. Please unlock the door. You've carried this joke far enough. It's no longer funny." 

"This is not a joke! You did not answer me, and you spoke out of turn and you begged. That's four infractions."

She jumped up again and swung at him. He saw it coming and dodged her blow. It took another fifteen minutes for her to return to the chair.

"Sugar, that's twenty-three infractions. Are you done? I believe it will be to your benefit if I commence with your discipline now, so in the future you will understand where you stand."

He rose and headed to a large cabinet. Once there he opened the door and revealed items that scared her. He knew that because when he turned around, she bolted for the door and frantically tried to open it.

"Let me out of here!" she wailed as she sank to her knees.

He slowly walked over to her holding a paddle in his hand. 

"Come here."

"No. If you think I going to let you use that on me, you have another thing coming. Now open this door."

A sick smile covered his face which scared her even more. He then clinched his teeth in anger. However, when he spoke, it sounded melodious and sweet.

"Rule number four: you will never demand anything from me or tell me what you will or will not do. So, that's twenty-five infractions. Do you care to made it more?"




A Dinner



He took a step toward her while she stepped back whimpering. He watched as she realized she now stood against the wall, and there was nowhere to go.

She was trapped, and she knew it. There was no escape from this madman. He pounced and in an instant she was hanging on his hip as his arm held her around the waist.

She was screaming, crying, and begging. Generously he decided not to count her infractions. They were coming too readily to count anyway. He dragged and half carried her to one of the chairs and put his foot on it causing her to be half over his leg and then he began to strike her bottom. After two swats he stopped.

"Zva, you need to keep count because if I ask you and you are wrong I will start all over again."

He stopped again after five. 

"How many? If I ask again that will add another infraction and a second one for defying me. How..."

"Six"

"Wrong now pay attention! You've forced me to start over!"

He let her go after she received the full thirty-two counts after starting over twice.

She rolled off his lap and onto the floor and bellowed in her pain.

After a few minutes he moved over to her and squatted down next to her. His face was just six inches from hers.

"Rule number one: no begging. Rule two: you will not speak unless given permission. Rule three: do not make me repeat myself. Rule four: you will never demand or tell me what to do. Breaking a rule will result in punishment. Do you understand now?"

Two large light brown eyes full of yet to be shed tears looked at him. He did not show any pity. He waited. When he shook his head back and forth to indicate his dissatisfaction with her, she shook her head and whimpered, "Yes."

"Good girl, don't be so slow next time. You had me worried for a minute."

"Mar...."

He put his figure to her lips stopping her. "Rule two."

He watched her process the information as she slumped to the floor, agonizingly surrendering to his control.

"Zva, you do want me to be happy, don't you? Well, even if you don't want to you need to make me happy."

She was not looking at him so he said her name a little firmer than before, "Zva, are you going to break rule three?"

"No, I need to make you happy."

"See, that was very good, and, Zva, I don't like the color yellow on you. You know what you need to do to make me happy? So get on with it. I'm waiting."

She was about to resist and tell him to go to hell. That was until he put his figure to his lips in warning. He could not hide his smile as he watched her trembling fingers undo the six small buttons of her blouse. The smile deepened when his eyes took in her yellow bra. 

When the blouse was off, he reached for it, and she hesitated for a moment but then released the garment into his hand. He savored the fear in her eyes as he rent the offensive yellow top in two.

Looking up once the rags were tossed aside he waited. She was again sobbing uncontrollably. She knew what was coming next.

Mark gave her a few minutes before he said, "Zva, I won't wait forever. You know what to do!" 

He rose, with the intent of moving to a more comfortable place to sit, but she did not know that, and his movement was the motivator. Slender fingers slid the straps off her shoulders as she began to remove the offending item.

Mark decided to settle in the green leather love seat. He sat on the edge of the seat with legs bent and feet firmly planted on the floor. His tongue was warm as it crossed over his lips in anticipation. He gave her no instructions yet. He wanted to see how much she would do on her own.

His patience was soon rewarded, still sore from the paddling and drained of spirit from the whole ordeal, struggled to stand, and walked to him handing him her bra.

For protect from his roving eyes, she placed her hand over herself.

He stood, towering over her. She quaked with fear. His voice was now soft. He spoke and reached as if in slow motion for her hands.

"No, put you arms by your sides. There is no reason to hide those beautiful breasts. This way we can enjoy them together."

Without warning he rubbed her nipple with the back of his hand. Hearing her breath catch in her throat, he treated the other nipple to the same touch. There was no denying she was terrified, but she remained still before him.

Mark began to wonder if he underestimated just how afraid she would be of him. He needed to control not traumatize her. Foraging ahead, he pulled her close to his body backing up to the loveseat at the same time. His fingers around her upper arms let him experience her dread of him. Her tremors matched her heartbeat. He could sense the blood pounding as it drummed in her ears.

Sweet and tender described his thoughts as his tongue traced circles around the pink bud just before he consumed her breast. She groaned. He did not care. Her nipple now pert and almost red from his attention throbbed when he moved to repeat the process on her neglected tit. She made no sound as he attached himself this time.

A full ten minutes later he released the sucking tension from her breasts.

"You're every bit as delicious as I thought you'd be. However, now I'd like to see more of you. Remove the rest of your clothes, Zva."

She did not respond. He was just about to threaten punishment when he realized she would not obey because she couldn't. Empty eyes stared at him. He knew she didn't see him or hear him.

Standing, he swept her into his arms and placed her on his lap and began to hug her to his chest.

"Zva, shhh, honey it's gonna be alright. You'll see. Just be a good girl, and we'll go nice and slow, OK? See this room. I did not do this room for this. My sister and her husband are into this stuff. All I did was to install the bathroom because you need to be comfortable when I am away. And I need to know you're safe. I'm going to take real good care of you."

He rocked her like a baby and continued to talk soothingly to her. 

"Look at them. They are really beautiful tits, you know."

He began to gently take her left breast in his hand. While he massaged it, he continued to calmly inform her of the change in their relationship.

"Zva, honey, you're able to follow the four simple rules. So you don't need to be in so much fear. Just follow them and everything will be fine. Now tell me what is rule number one?"

"No begging.'' 

He wasn't sure what she said. She whimpered through it. He just was relieved she responded, so he told her good girl.

"Number two?"

"Don't speak."

"Good girl."

"Three?"

"I don't remember." In fear of reprisal she began to sob.

"No, no, don't cry, honey. It's OK. You're doing fine. Three is don't make me repeat myself. What is three again?"

"Don't make you tell me twice."

"See, you did it and four?" 

"Don't tell you what to do."

"Well, I'm impressed! You have had a very stressful evening. Would you like to go back upstairs now?"

"Yes, please, thank you."

"Zva, ask me nice, and I might just do it."

"Mark, please take me upstairs with you."

He pushed his hand deep into his pocket and handed her the key. He figured she'd fly to the door. She didn't. She stiffly removed herself from his arms and hobbled to the door. Her movements made her acutely aware that she was still in a lot of pain from the paddling. He really hoped this would be the last time. The extent of regret he felt as she suffered at his hand surprised him.

She was half way up the stairs when he called after her. 

"Zva, go to the kitchen and wait there for me."

Hearing her footsteps walk across the wood floor upstairs, he immediately flew up behind her and watched to see if she would try to flee. She didn't.

Waiting long enough to see what she would do, he entered the kitchen. Seeing her standing there in front of the range topless and vulnerable, he smacked his lips. His first urge was to throw her on the floor and fill her with his cock. Recalling slow and steady will win the day, he held himself in check.

"Sit, you're hungry," telling her as he went to the cabinet that held the glasses. Taking two glasses down, he moved to the fridge and pulled two beers from the bottom shelf. Snickering to himself he remembered that she dislikes beer. Well that was to bad for her.

The plates were already on the counter so he filled them both with food and placed the first one in the microwave to heat up. In his peripheral vision he saw her jump when the bell went ding. Placing a fork and the now hot food in front of her all he said was, "Eat."

Eventually, he joined her, opened both beers, and poured them into the glasses. She was just picking at her food so to encourage her he said, "Clean your plate completely, and I don't want to see a drop of beer left in your glass, understand?"

This time there was only a few second delay before he heard her whisper, "Yes, Mark."

She finished everything before he did and sat back in the chair. 

The last bit washed down by the last gulp of his beer was followed by him leaning into the table holding her eyes to his. 

"Well, we're both tired, and it's time to go to bed. Zva, do you sleep downstairs on the loveseat or do you sleep up here with me. If you chose me, know I will restrain you so I don't have to worry about you trying to escape during the night."

"Downstairs please."

"How disappointed you make me. So be it. Give me the key." 

Smiling he felt the cold metal as his finger closed around it and slipped it into his own pocket. Standing, he walked behind her chair and pulled it away from the table. She followed his lead and stood. He now stood so close she could not move away from the table.

"Mark?"

"Shhh, before you go downstairs you still have one request of mine you haven't yet completed. Do you remember what it was?"

His warm hand stroked her arm, and the other twisted her hair. He nuzzled her ear and with a rush of hot breath across her neck she heard him.

"Do it."

One sob, that was all, and she unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Rough fingers against soft flesh as he placed his fingers between the band and the soft material, and slid her lace panties from her.

Inspecting her he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Yes."

"Good, it will help you to remember what will happen if you don't follow the rules. Go downstairs, now." 

He delighted in her indecision as to whether she should take her clothes with her. She was dying too, but apparently thought better of it when she straightened herself up and moved down the hall to the basement.

************

Mark striped and lay across the bed wishing he had taken more liberties with her. He couldn't remember being this hard before. It was almost painful as he took a line from his sister's favorite movie, 'tomorrow is another day.'

Zva did not even bother to open the convertible loveseat. She just curled up into a ball. Hugging herself she fell into a fit filled slumber. A few times her own sobs would wake her. Still too numb to process all that had happened, she just stared into the blackness of the night. Why was he doing this to her? Where was his sister, Sandra? Was there a sister? She never met her. All of these questions and thoughts consumed her as she tried to figure out how she allowed this to happen.

She heard him walking across the floor, but he didn't come to her. she wondered what time it was. Somewhat rested, she assumed that it was morning for she did not lull back to sleep. Now ready to handle the events of the previous night, she wondered why he had not forced himself on her. He certainly had the power to.

Light subtly filled the room. He must have hit a switch for the two recessed light fixtures flickered on. She made a beeline for the bathroom. 

There was no door which was something that she did not noticed yesterday. The room was designed in a el shape so there could be some privacy. Alighting from the bathroom, she saw him standing there. 

She froze on the spot and began to throw wicked looks his way. What she did not do is open her mouth. This make him smile.

"Zva, how do lovers greet each other in the morning?"

"We're NOT lovers."

"Task, Task, do I need to repeat the question?" 

"No! With a kiss," she said hesitantly.

"Good girl, come greet your lover in the correct manner."

Hesitantly, she moved into his arms and felt them as they embraced her tightly, too tightly. Instantly his mouth found hers and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. If she wanted to breathe, she had no choice except to respond. His mouth assaulted her mouth while his free hand attached itself to her still naked breasts. Forcing herself to let this happen, she relaxed her body into his. His reaction was immediate. Releasing and taking one step back, he eyed her from head to toe.

"Good girl, see how nice that can be. I will expect you to greet me every morning like that. Oh, and, Zva, so you won't have to fret about us being lovers by the end of today, we will be. Come on, I'm hungry, and you need to cook me breakfast."

Mark purposely strolled to the steps and, when at the top of the stairs, he turned off the lights. Darkness closed in around her, and she had no choice but to move to the light at the top of the stairway.

He told her what to fix, and she obeyed. She was not sure if he would let her eat, but he did. After his second cup of coffee, he announced that it was time for a shower. She responded meekly to his enthusiasm as he pulled her down the hall to the master bedroom.

Jets of hot water pulsated from the massaging shower heads, all three of them. As if Zva did not have a care in the world, she stood there letting the water do its magic.

"Ouch!" she squeaked aloud when she forget and turned her backside to the strong flowing water. Readjusting it to a soft mist, she again presented her rear to the water. That's when she saw him standing with his eyes glued to her. She turned back to face the stream and closed her eyes trying to make him disappear. He didn't. What he did was disrobe and join her in her revelry. Firm soapy hands glided across her bosom. He forced her to lean against him, bending her back causing her breasts to strain up and out and soon captured by his hands. 

"Take hold of the shower head and don't let go." he said, freeing her from the awkward position.

With hands stretched above her, he explored her body leaving not a single inch of her flesh untouched. She let a few whimpers escape, but remained standing, submitting to him. She couldn't help but feel aroused as his hands explored her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs and hated herself for reacting this way.

"Good girl, now let's change, and I'll hold the shower head and you wash me."

She picked up a wash cloth, and he stopped her. 

"No, Zva, use your hands like I did."

She timidly touched him and began to do as he asked. She washed him all over except for his large cock which was now fully erect.

He reached for her hand and forced her to take hold of it. 

"You want it clean when I slide it in you, don't you? Then you better clean me good." 

She started to tremble. Was he really going to rape her? Would he take her against her will? He thought he was going to cum right then and there when her soft hands begin to surround his shaft. Drawing in a deep breath, he forced himself to pull away before he lost control.

She began to rub him dry with the fluffy blue towel.

"Kiss me, Zva."

She took a step back.

"Damn!" he thought. "Still a trace of rebellion." 

"I have some lotion that will help your posterior discomfort. One kiss, and it's yours."

He gave her one minute. If she refused then he would have no choice but enforce the rules, 'Ouch' which she spoke without permission and making him repeat himself twice. He decided mean-spiritedly that to coerce her was a form of repeating. 

He stepped toward her again closing the distance. His right hand tenderly lifted her chin. He saw and felt her swallow down her resoluteness. His actions did not stop with a kiss. He swept under her legs and lifted her up,, leaving her no other recourse put to hold on to him or fall. 

It happened so fast. She was free-falling as he tossed her high in the air and, she was about to panic when she landed on her own bed. Mark was there instantly kissing her. His body pinned her to the mattress.

The deep thrusting kisses broke only long enough for him to say, "Open your legs, and don't make me repeat myself."

Strong course fingers found their target and he entered her soft place. Surprisingly he found it warm and definitely moist. Tiring of pillaging her mouth, he moved his lips down to her breast, recalling the pleasant memory of the night before.

When he felt her hand push against his shoulder, he stopped and dared her with his eyes to continue to struggle.

"Be still. I'm not hurting you."

But he was, maybe not physically right this second, but inside she was in pain. How could she have found him attractive? Why didn't she listen to her body trying to warn her? Why...

"No..."

"Yes, let go. Don't fight me. I will make you happy. "

His finger would not stop going deeper, and soon she grew lightheaded and felt as if she was going to explode. She knew this is what he wanted, and she had no way to prevent it from happening.

"Cum, cum for me... be a good girl."

"Uurrrgh!" It was not going to stop and she went over the edge, twisting and turning trying to get away from his hand. Each eye had an unshed tear when it was over. Panting for air, she relished the sexual release she just experienced. Wrapped in a haze of confusion and mixed emotions, she tried to curl up into a fetal position. He would have none of it, and forced himself next to her as he stroked her back and spoke consoling words to her.

"Your body was made for this, for me to share this pleasure with you."

And again his fingers reached for that part of her that still had a remaining tingling sensation when she moved.

"Again Zva," he said.

"NO."

"Yes, again and again."

By the fourth time she just lay dormant beside him and let him touch her in any manner he chose. He forced her to climax four times against her will. She felt betrayed by her own body and wondered if she were a slut. Then out of the blue he got up and told her to get dressed. He thought she'd run for the chance to be free of him, but she rose slowly and gracefully flowed out of the room.

"Meet me in the living room in ten minutes," he said calling after her.

She met him at the appointed time. Mark smiled after ogling her up and down.

"No yellow! Good girl. I have decided to take you to lunch. I know a small place about forty minutes from here. Don't disappoint me by trying anything that might anger me. Understand?"

His reward was a silent stare as he moved to hold the door open for her to pass through.

*** Benny's Cafe was a quaint little bistro on a side street in town. The lunch rush hour was just about over. Delicious aromas filled their senses as they entered. Zva was not hungry two minutes ago, however, now she was salivating from the delicious aroma. The cafe's ambiance was Greek with a touch of French. The booths all ten of them were separated by live plants on stands and hanging from the ceiling, giving the illusion of isolation from everyone else. The decor was cast in shadows. It made you want to whisper, so not to break the spell.

Mark chose a table in the back. It had only two chairs, and he sat with his back to the wall. Before sitting, he moved her chair next to him. He wanted her close, so that he could touch her when he felt like it and restrain her if she needed it. He chose this table for a second reason. The back door was only four feet away if it became necessary to leave in a hurry. He knew he was risking a great deal taking her out so soon.




A Dinner



The waitress approached. 

"Well, hi Mark, you haven't been around lately. This pretty thing the reason why?" she asked, nodding her head toward Zva. 

"I've just been busy."

"What can I get for you today? There's still some of the cheddar soup left."

"Great, Claire, we'll start with two bowls of that, and for the lady, she'll have..." 

He was going to order something he knew she hated and demand that she eat it, but he looked at her and took pity.

"Darling, does the grilled chicken salad sound good to you?"

Zva saw that look and knew he was going to order something to annoy her, so when she heard what he asked, her head popped up surprised. She gave a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Mark, I would enjoy that."

"OK, the salad it is, and my love prefers the ranch dressing. We'll share a loaf of your famous dark bread, and I'll have the number three plate. Please bring ice water for the lady, and you know which beer I prefer." 

"Put your hand on the table," he said after the waitress left. 

He touched the exact spot he wanted her to place it. She did. His large rough hand covered it.

"Zva, this is a our first real date. I hope you enjoy it, so we can have many other dates together. I know you don't want to be at the house twenty-four-seven, do you?"

Her answer was crude so he ignored it. He'd take her hand and bring it to his lips every so often. Eventfully, she relaxed, and they talked about their first day of school, the prom, and favorite movies and books. It looked and felt like a real date. Only she knew there would be no sweet goodnight kiss at the door. 

She thought of trying to flee, but knew that she didn't stand a chance. Even if she got away, where would she go? Would the police believe her? No, her story would sound too absurd. Oh, by the way, this man kidnapped me yesterday and took me out to lunch today.

After lunch they drove back to the house. Mark parked the car in the garage and pushed the remote closing the door. Both sat silently as they listened to it close behind them. Mark spoke first.

"You did well at the restaurant. I am pleased. Keep behaving yourself and next week maybe we can go to the horse show in Brysonville. Would you like that?"

Not caring or waiting for her answer, he got out of the vehicle and opened her door, giving her no choice but to follow his lead.

Once inside the main house, he informed her that he'd fix them a drink. 

"Go in the master bathroom and put on the red nightgown behind the door."

"Mark, please!"

"If you prefer, I'll be glad to help you undress."

"No, that won't be necessary."

"Then go do as I told you, now, Zva."

Twenty minutes later she walked from the bath into the master bedroom. He was leisurely sitting at the desk.

His response was instant as his cock grew uncomfortably hard. She saw the bulge in his pants, and then he acknowledged it when he looked at his lap. 

"See what your presence does to me? There's no use trying to hide it. Come here."

A vision in red flowed across the room and stopped two feet from him. He handed her a glass for her to take and when she reached for it, he pulled it back a little causing her to stretch for it. He then moved it back a smidgen more. She recognized his game and stopped.

"Closer, Zva, come closer."

She took one step, and he reached the rest of the way and captured her around the waist with one arm, and handed her the glass with the other hand.

"Drink it all down, and drink it now."

The concoction was vile. She never tasted this stuff before. The heat had already begun to warm itself inside of her, even before she handed the glass back to him.

Putting the glass on the desk, he turned and slowly reached up as he stood and pushed the thin strap on the nightdress off of her shoulder. He bent over and placed his hot lips against her cool clean skin. As he inhaled the fresh fragrance of her, he began to trail kisses across her now bare shoulder and neck. A gentle tug and the material fell lower exposing her tit which he quickly drew deep inside his mouth. In reaction she moved her hands against his chest and started to push with the intent of breaking the contact.

The cool air hit her wet skin telling her he released her breast, even before she saw his head bob up.

"My intent this evening is to make sweet love to you on the bed behind us, and you are to accept me willingly. If you make just one more attempt to resist me or even ask me to stop, we will finish this downstairs. Down there it will not be sweet, loving, and definitely not gentle. Do you understand me?"

He watched her standing there eyes closed deciding if she had the strength to deny him. She knew he wanted her to submit, and she really wanted to thwart him, however, she wasn't sure she could withstand the pain if he took her to the basement. After awhile she shook her head, agreeing to surrender to him. He acknowledged her by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. 

It began with her feet. He opened the draw next to the bed and retrieved a small bottle of massage oil. A "pop" echoed across the room. When the plug was released from the vial, the room soon filled with a musky sweet odor. He watched her hold back a giggle as he sloshed the slippery liquid between her toes tickling her. He was about to tell her she would not be laughing in a few minutes, however he just smirked knowing she'd learn that for herself soon enough. 

"Relax, you're so tense," he told her as his strong fingers continued to rub and press against her foot. He continued massaging her feet until he heard the sigh of surrender. Mark was wise enough to know it was her capitulation to his ministrations, not to him sexually yet.

Although, he did take her sigh as a sign for him to stay the course and slowly moved up her legs, first the right one and then the left. After awhile he dribbled a small amount of oil onto the small of her back. After a few well placed hot kisses on her posterior, he placed his well lubricated hands on her backside and kneaded that part of her with relish. She began to squirm a little.

He drew himself flat against her side and snuggled close while he continued spreading the oil with one hand up her back, resting his head on the other one right up next to her face. Every minute or so he planted gentle kisses on her nose or forehead. When he grew tired of this he sat up and swatted her on her rear.

"Ouch!" She yelled in response to the unexpected sting.

"Turn over." 

She turned while large wide opened eyes watched his every move. He found they were not filled with fear as he expected, but a resolve to accept what she could not prevent from happening to her.

Well oiled fingers gently stroked her face, forcing her to close her eyes and savor the delightful sensations that danced across her skin. He now straddled her body. In contrast to the soothing touches, his fully aroused dick now lay hot against her stomach waiting to pounce. Still, he asked nothing of her.

Every so often his hands moved lower down her neck and found their way to her breasts. He saw her nipples stand at attention with the first swipe of his deft fingers working their magic. They were so excited they ached and pulsated, begging to receive the attention they craved. The man on top of her did not disappoint the rosy peaks. The left one received his hot moist mouth first. 

Zva moaned deeply, too deeply in her estimation, just right in his. He was merciless with his onslaught. The tit no longer ached, but it now hurt from his rough treatment of it. She winced when his lips snuggly attached themselves to the remaining peak. The wincing sounds were accompanied by increased squirming and a loud groan. It started as a groan and finished as a moan when he let go and attacked her mouth with the same fervor. 

He would only let her take small intakes of air as his tongue filled her mouth, demanding that she join him in this mating ritual.

She felt the heat of his hand as it neared her cunt, the one place that she did not want him to go, the place he soon would know, betraying her as it started to beg for his touch. She was wet, hot, and ready.

Two rough fingers rested at the entrance burning into her flesh, poised but withholding, waiting.

"Zva?" 

She was wet and felt wonderful as he searched for hidden treasures inside of her.

He moved to poise himself at the entrance of her cunt where only seconds ago his fingers had been.

"Zva?"

Her first movement. Soft fingers stroked his check and then ran across his forehead and into his hair.

He was right. She did not want this. She needed this! He won. She had no choice, but to surrender to him. She wanted him to take her, so that she could defend her wanton behavior. She wanted him to drive his cock deep into her. However, it was clear that this was not going to happen. He waited for her to tell him to do to her what she had continually denied him.

"Yes, Mark?" she moaned with lust burning in her eyes.

Mark's weight shifted as her lower lips accepted his prodding and opened for his entry, an entry slow and in control, done so that she would feel every inch as he claimed her body, done so that she would savor this moment while needing and wanting it to continue.

He was talking, but she realized not to her .

"You're delicious and luscious. Zva ,you're everything, no more than my wildest dreams. Sweet, sweet Zva, my love, my darling, let me love you forever."

His hungry cock plunged deeper and deeper with each new thrust. He was lost and out of control.

"Mark, please stop! You're really hurting me. Mark!"

He raised his head and at first stared blankly at her. Her words finally registered.

"What..." he said dazed. He stopped all motion. "Oh, Zva, I am sorry. I never did that before. I've never been carried away like that."

Hoping to appeal to his conscience, she said firmly, "Get off! You're hurting me."

He kissed her and resumed gliding in and out of her. This time tenderly. He would not stop.

"Rule four."

When she recognized he would now remain in control, she settled down hoping he'd finish with her soon.

After a few minutes, he did pull out and maneuvered so his mouth replaced his dick. She fought a losing battle as he brought her time and time again to her threshold of release and refused to let her orgasm

Again he entered her and confidently brought her to the edge and pushed her over. His laughter filled the room as it competed with her screams of ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed.

"I knew you'd come for me, baby. You're such a good girl."

And with one deep thrust, he fell over the edge and filled her with his cum, what he thought of as his fluid of love for her. After releasing her, he moved and sat with his back against the bed's headboard. Strong arms pulled her up into his lap. Two firm hands wrapped around her as he spoke softly into her ear.

"Zva, honey, I'm going to do something I've not done in a long time. I need to apologize to you. I told you I'd be gentle and not hurt you. I broke that promise to you, and I'm very sorry. Ever since the day I first met you, I have had this burning desire to possess you. In my dreams as a man in lust I rammed into you over and over again. That was a fantasy and somehow the fantasy and reality merged, and I'm sorry you had to experience that. I will never let that happen again between us."

She just lay against him listening, thinking, unaware of just how to reply, so she remained silent.

"Have I injured you? Do you need medical help? Tell me you forgive me."

"I'm sore, but I'm alright, Mark."

"You screamed my name you know, was it that good for you as well?"

Since her head rested against his chest, he could not see her blush beet red, however, he felt it and smiled.

Finally having found the courage, she said, "You know the answer to that question and still you will insist I tell you. You don't plan to ever let me hide inside myself do you? So, yes, Mark, I liked the things you did, and I had no choice, but to respond in the way I did. Are you happy now?"

"Mmmm..."

And he slid down the mattress taking her with him and repeated the actions that made her call out his name. To his delight Zva obliged him completely. She awoke to the most enchanting fanny rub ever. Her moans only encouraged more of the same from his warm hands.

"Zva, I need to go to work today, so after breakfast I'm going to lock you downstairs. I'll cut the day short and should be back around two o'clock."

"Mark, do you intend to keep my locked up like a prisoner forever?" 

He picked up on the quiver in her voice.

"Once I know I can trust you, we'll move in to my home in Brentwood."

"Please trust me now. Don't lock me up."

"Zva, there is no way I am going to trust you today."

"You don't understand. I now hate this house. I want out of here right now. Please you want me to make you happy. Is it wrong to request the same from you?"

"Deal! You stay locked up till I return, and we'll pack tonight and in the morning we'll go home."

The kiss on the cheek was totally unexpected but definitely well received by him.

She whispered, "Deal."

Zva wasn't sure what made her decide to see the strange turn of events through, but she did. Maybe it was the apology, or maybe the way he looked at her. He seemed so self-assured when he talked about them together. He never did harm her as she had expected he would. Probably the most persuasive thing was him telling her he wanted a normal life. The basement was there for his use, but it was not what he included in their future. 

He rushed through the day and unlocked the basement door at 1:45 PM Exactly. She stood and moved swiftly into Mark's arms.

"I haven't trusted anyone for a long time. Please be real, Mark," she begged.

"Darling, I am, I am."

"Then please take me home. And I fix us scrimp scampi with Angel-hair spaghetti and Garlic toast and a nice mixed green salad. Is that Ok?"

"I have the prefect bottle of wine , just as scrupulous as you are waiting for us at home. Let's go home." He said.



A Dinner Date



I opened your door and took your hand to help you from the car. We had chosen an Italian restaurant to celebrate the anniversary of our first meeting. We celebrate this day every year with a new fantasy, something we have talked about and planned, a new way to give the other pleasure. 

I ordered a bottle of white wine something smooth and sweet, to match my feelings for you. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have come to know you and to love you. You are everything I had ever dreamed about. The perfect woman for me. I smiled at you across the table and there was a twinkle in your eye as you thought about what the evening would bring. As we sipped our wine and talked of our love for each other, all the good times we had shared, all the adventures, all the wonderful sex. 

We laughed over the time we were having sex in the ocean and a little boy came up and asked what we were doing. I laughed until tears came into my eyes when you recalled the time in the woods, when you were on top of me moaning your eyes closed, riding me begging me to fuck you and you opened your eyes to see a group of boy scouts taking pictures and giggling. You were so overcome with lust that you couldn't stop and exploded all over me while the cameras flashed. God we have a good time together. Have I told you yet today that I love everything about you. "Everything you ask" a mischievous smile on your face. "Everything" I say grinning. 

You take off your high heels and lift your foot onto my lap and you toy with my cock through my pants. You lean over take my hand and say, "Sweetheart, I love to fuck you. And tonight I have something special in store for you." My cock hardens as much from your words as from your foot. 

"You are getting hard, do you want me to suck you?" 

"Here in the restaurant?" 

"Why not?" 

"What if someone sees us?" 

"So? Let them see how much I love you? Open your belt and zipper and slide your pants down." 

I smile embarrassed but eager to have you suck me. I look around to see if anyone is looking, and open my pants and slide them and my under pants down around my ankles. The table cloth is long but if someone were looking they would see my pants on the floor. 

I am startled by the waiter who says to us, "Are you ready to order?" You begin to laugh holding your hand over your mouth, knowing I am naked under the table with a huge hard on. I control myself afraid he would look under the table or call attention to us by his actions.

"I will have the chicken al fredo and the lady will have the shrimp fettuccini." 

You had your foot back in my lap and you were rubbing my naked cock up and down with your foot as the waiter took our order. "Thank you, sir. Enjoy." he said with a wink. 

I looked around to see if any one had noticed and saw no one looking our way. "Do you think I can make you cum before the waiter comes back with our food?" 

"I do not know, can you?" 

"Let's see!" 

You dropped your napkin on the floor and as you bent over to retrieve it you looked around the room to see if anyone was looking. There was a lady across the room that was staring at you, you smiled and slipped under the table. She looked surprised and then shocked as she realized what was happening. She poked her husband and pointed our way. I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. 

By this time you already had me in your mouth and were teasing my cock head with your tongue. Licking under the rim of my swollen head you licked across the pee hole and tasted my pre-cum. You squeezed my cock at the base with you hand and pulled up drawing another big drop to the surface, which you quickly swallowed. As you sucked me, licking my shaft, swallowing me deep in your throat. I looked at the couple. All he could see was your feet and my pants, I am sure he knew what was happening. 

I looked over and could see he was saying to her, "Why don't you ever do that to me? Do you know it has been ages since you have sucked me in the bed let alone at a restaurant. There is a woman that loves her man."

My mind floated away from them lost in your mouth, your wonderful tongue, your soft sensuous lips as they sucked me deep into your mouth up and down. Caressing the vein in my hard cock with your tongue biting softly on my cock head you urged me to climax, but I tried to maintain control. You did everything to my cock that you knew I loved and it was everything I could do not to cry out. You were determined to make me cum in your mouth. You sucked me long and deeply urging my cum to the surface and I could no longer resist and exploded in your mouth. You sucked me and drank my cum, licking every drop from my hole licking my shaft searching for all of it. I let my head fall back and I moaned softly from the pleasure.

The man was looking at me with admiration, his wife with disgust. When you were satisfied you had gotten every drop of my cum, you slid out from under the table, saw the man looking at you, winked and smiled at his wife. As the waiter approached the table, I leaned over and wiped some cum from your chin and licked it off of my finger. The waiter smiled and gave us our food. Looked at you and said "Did you enjoy it as much as the kitchen staff?" I was now the one to laugh, I did not think about the kitchen because I was watching the man and woman. You smiled at the waiter and answered, "No, I enjoyed it much more because I was doing it." 

The waiter filled our wine glasses as he discreetly pointed to his shoulder and nodded toward your shoulder. I looked over and saw a big stream of cum running down toward your partially exposed breast. I leaned over and scooped it off your breast with my finger and touched it to my lips tasting it and swallowing my own cum. 

You winked at the waiter and he walked away smiling. I tried to pull up my pants but was still very hard and fumbled with the zipper and belt. We enjoyed our food and laughed about the other couple, the waiter and our adventure. After dinner I noticed the man looking at me and at you. I knew he was imagining you sucking him, having given up on his wife. An idea came to my head and I whisper it in your ear. You glanced at them and nodded your head in agreement with me. The waiter took our plates, poured the last of the wine, and asked if we wanted desert. I said I had something in mind for desert and he dipped his head in agreement. 

I pulled you toward me, kissed you deep and said, "Now it is my turn." You started to take down your panties but I said "No let me do that." I looked at the man and caught his attention, I mouthed to him to follow me. He smiled and nodded he understood. I dropped my napkin on the floor bent down and looked his way, he was following my direction and reaching for his napkin. I slipped under the table and watched as he did the same. I lifted the tablecloth and you secured it under a water glass realizing what I was doing. He could see everything I was doing and raised his table cloth as his wife asked him "What are you doing?" 

"Something I should have done along time ago. I am going to eat your pussy." 

"Don't you dare!" 

"Try to stop me." 

You were giggling and trying not to look as the lady glared at us. I smiled at the man and leaned into you crotch breathing you deeply, enjoying the scent of your wet cunt. I watched out of the side of my eye and saw him do the same thing. She tried to keep her legs closed and told him to stop but he persisted and forced her legs open and licked her pussy through her panties. She was shocked but excited at something she had not felt for years his hot breath and wet tongue on her pussy. 

I slipped your panties down and looked at your delicious wet pussy already tasting your pleasure. I glanced at the man and saw him watching me as he ate his wife's pussy. He followed my lead and pulled her panties down. I could see she was beginning to enjoy this and I was happy I was able to help restore some pleasure to their life. 

I licked you sticking my tongue deep inside of you forgetting about the other couple and concentrating on your hot wet cunt. I savored the taste of it licking deep inside your wet pussy, tasting your pleasure, licking your open gash, flicking across your clit with the tip of my tongue. I wanted you to cum for me, in my mouth, I wanted to drink your juices. All I could think about was your hot wet cunt and how I enjoyed eating it. 

You looked over at the lady and realized she was lost in her husbands tongue bath. You reached under the table and pulled my head into the valley of your thighs opening your legs wide to give me total access to your dripping wet pussy. I feasted on your cunt oblivious of everything but your pleasure. I wanted to drink your cum, suck the juices from your pussy, to have you cry out with pleasure. I did not care who watched or who saw what we were doing. I only wanted you to cum. I sucked your clit, reamed your pussy with my tongue. Licked the depths of your cunt. 

I heard a loud moan and thought you were about to cum, but it wasn't you but the lady across the room. I watched with fascination as she pulled her husbands mouth against he pulsating pussy and rubbed her cunt all over his face. She was cumming as she had not in years. I was so excited at her pleasure, that he had watched me and followed my lead, that I ate you with renewed vigor. You finally gave into the pleasure and spurted your juice all over my face. I ate you, drank your cum, licked every drop of your pussy juice as I listened to the other man slurping up his wife's pussy juice, enjoying it as much as I was. 

I could see his wife leaning back in the chair a smile on her lips, her legs spread wide enjoying her husbands tongue as he lapped up her cum from her thighs. She looked over and smiled at you and mouthed a "Thank you!" 

"No problem, my pleasure." 

I reached up and pulled the tablecloth down and continued to lick you in the privacy of my world. When I knew you were clean and there was nothing left to lick, I crawled out from under the table. 

You smiled at me and said, "You have pussy juice all over your face." 

I licked my lips and smiled, and you said, "Lets go home I want to fuck you." 

"Great idea, I think we will too. Thank you for showing us it is never too late to enjoy sex." 

We looked up at the couple standing next to our table and said in unison. "Our pleasure. Enjoy the rest of your evening." 

I noticed they were holding hands and looking at each other with a desire they had not felt in years and I smiled at you and said "Happy anniversary. Are you ready?" 

"Yes, lets go fuck the night away." 

I motioned to the waiter to bring our check and he said, "The couple that just left paid your bill, sir. Great show, we all enjoyed it." 

"Our pleasure!" 

We laughed and headed for our home to fuck each other while knowing that another couple was enjoying new found sexual pleasure because of us. "Do you know how much I love you?" 

"Yes, I do. You just showed me." 

I put my arm around you and cupped your breast in my hand, pulled at your nipple and whispered in your ear "Do you think she is sucking him in the car on the way home?" 

"I hope so he deserves it." 

"Yes, he earned it." 

You reached your hand down to touch me through my pants and said, "Get in the car I want to suck you again. I still haven't given you that something special I promised."

I took your hand and we ran for the waiting car!



A Dinner Date



I could not believe how nervous I was as I stood outside your door working up the courage to knock, for this was the night that I had been waiting for, the night that I was finally going to get to take you to dinner. Finally my palms sweaty and my mouth dry I knocked on the door then began to fidget (kind of like a pee pee dance) until the eternity elapsed and you finally opened the door. I know that my mouth had to drop open as I gazed at the beauty standing there before me, and the back light with the door frame, framing you, gave it even more of a portrait image of you in the snug fitting red dress, low cut and short skirt but not to a point where it showed you to be anything but a true lady. 

As you smiled at me, I reached out and handed you long stem red rose, feeling bad that it in no way could compete with your natural loveliness.

Hand and hand we walked to the car and I opened the door for you I longed to take you in my arms and kiss you, but nerves would not allow it, so instead I turned the radio of the car on as we drove to the restaurant. As the radio played soft music we drove in silence to the restaurant.

When we walked in the restaurant I had the strangest feeling that every man in the place was staring at you and looking at me with envy because I was with you. We followed the matradi to the table and I could see why, as it was difficult for me to keep my hands under control and not reach out and squeeze those soft cuddly butt cheeks as they wiggled and jiggled provocatively before me. When we came to our booth, a corner booth over looking the lake, you slid in and I slid in next to you and we ordered iced tea to drink.

As soon as the waiter left I looked at your lovely face and marveled at how it's beauty was even greater then that of the sunset that we were able to see thru the window. I placed a finger under your chin and gently turned your face and then leaned forward and softly place my lips on yours ... immediately tasting the sweetness and softness that was there. When the waiter came back we had not yet even looked at the menu's, and as we giggled like a couple of teenagers while the meal was decided upon and the waiter once again went about his business.

I placed an arm around your shoulder and pull you tighter to me, my lips begin to kiss the side of your neck and move up your hair line to your ear then suck in your ear lobe and gently bite on it ... then as you turned to me, I kissed your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and then finally placed them on your lips. This time my tongue darts out and runs across your lips seeking an opening and once found slide thru them and begin to dance with your tongue. At the same time my other arm goes around you and you turn in the booth slightly so that I can hug you close to me and I feel your soft breasts as they press against me and I let my hand slide around and gently cup one of them ... when all of a sudden ... there is that damn waiter again.

The rest of the meal goes by rather quietly as we periodically kiss but nothing more then that, and then during our coffee they start to play some nice soft dance music. I cannot resist but to take you in my arms as we sway too and fro across the floor oblivious to anything going on around us until we realize that the music as long since stopped and we are still dancing.

At that point we decide it is time to leave ... having made enough of a public spectacle of ourselves.

Once we get back to the house, we stop in the living room, and with the fire place going and the tune to Moon River still in our heads, I take you in my arms and we begin to dance once again. I hold you close to me my hands fall to your soft butt and gently massage your soft cheeks as I pull you tighter to me ... then my hands move up your back and start to pull at the zipper ... you lean your head back and look at me as I pull it slowly downward with that wonderful sweet smile on your face. I place my lips on yours and kiss you very deeply and very passionately as the zipper slides to the bottom of the run. I then move my finger tips inside your dress and let just the tips gently touch you, making small circles on your bare back as I work my way back up your spine then when I reach the top I pull forward on the dress and the sleeves slide off your shoulders and you lower your arms allowing the dress to fall from your arms and you stand there with me holding you and dancing with the front of your dress down and your soft lovely breasts separated from me by only a thin bra. With you close to me, I put my arms around you and begin to unhook the clasps that hold it closed ... and once open it slides off your shoulders and you slide it off as my hands reach up and gently cup them and massage them feeling the nipples begin to stiffen against my palms and my kiss becomes more passionate as my tongue begins to slide in and out or your lips as though it is making love to your mouth. 

At this point you break the kiss and look at me and smile and take my hand a lead me off to the bedroom. Once here you slide your dress off and standing there in front of me with nothing on but your panties I realize what God meant when he talked about angels, cause I see one before me. 

I move over to you and take you in my arms and begin to kiss you then as my finger tips slide up and down your spine I begin to kiss down and over your shoulders then across the front of your chest and then run my tongue down your cleavage and then suck at your soft breast sucking the stiffened nipple between my lips as my tongue darts back and forth across the tip.

Reluctantly I release the nipple and begin to lick and kiss my way down your soft tummy until I am kneeling before you and I have my tongue in your navel. My hands are on your soft butt gently massaging the cheeks as I kiss the front of your panties and then slide my tongue between your legs feeling the warmth that is there and noticing that your panties are slightly damp. Then I move my tongue along your inner thigh as I hook your panties with my thumb and begin to slide them down. Slowly pulling them lower and lower and as they reach your ankles I assist you in stepping out of them and move my tongue and lips to your soft legs and begin to kiss and lick my way back up, slowly I kiss your soft calfs, then the knees, and then begin to lick and kiss at your soft inner thighs until I have reached the top and I run my tongue along the perimeter of that downy soft bush that hides and protects your honey box. 

Then noticing little droplets of moisture on the tips of the hair follicles I flick my tongue at them tasting your sweet nectar. I slide my tongue deeper into that soft bush and find a warm damp slit and let my tongue slide inside you tasting the sweetness that awaits further within and noticing the heat that is coming from you increasing.

Slowly I push my tongue deeper and deeper inside you wanting to find the source of that sweet nectar but instead find your magic love button and begin to stroke it gently with my tongue ... slowly and deliberately I rub it back and forth and then in circles and then faster and harder as my hands grasp your butt and pull you tighter to my face.

Feeling you squirm I push my lips tight against you and begin to suck so as not to allow a single drop of that sweet nectar escape as my tongue continues to work back and forth on your love button.

Then suddenly the is an eruption of fluid from within you, and I suck eagerly as it flows and I feel you spasm around my tongue and I hold you tight my tongue deep with in you still tantalizing your love button and enjoying the flavor of that sweet nectar.

As the spasms subside I lick you clean then stand and take you in my arms once again and kiss you so very deeply and passionately.



A Dinner Date



You invite me for dinner at your place. I come from work. Your boyfriend answers the door and I am a taken back, but you say he is here to do our bidding. 

He is wearing nothing but what looks like a cooks apron that covers the back and from the neck to the knees. I am a little unsure of what is going on, but you insist it is OK. Your dressed like a professional with a skirt showing your great legs and look great with your long brown hair, you look hot. 

He takes my jacket, and asks if I want a glass of wine, I say sure. He returns with wine for the two of us.

We talk shop, the regulatory environment, and a case that was in the headlines that week. You boyfriend seems to be doing something somewhere. We get closer and we kiss softly and he returns while we are kissing, I pull away, and you pull me back, and we kiss for another minute, tongues intertwining, chests heaving, temperatures rising.

He tells us dinner is served. We sit down and enjoy a very nice meal, he clears the plates after each course and makes sure our wine glasses never empty. The meal is perfect, like you. He brings dessert, and I notice the back opened a little, and realize he is wearing nothing under the apron. Now becoming curious as to what his role is other than your live-in boyfriend.

We retire to the living room where we talk a little more, and we kiss passionately. You tell me that boyfriend is here to serve our every whim. He is to take orders from either of us, but more me. Interesting, I think. 

So you tell me to test him. I say boyfriend vacuum the dining room, and he goes and does it. WOW! While he is vacuuming we start to kiss and hold each other closer. The kisses start ever so slowly, and then we increase them to a slow simmer, sucking at our tongues, and kissing you all over your face, holding each other tight. I can tell your getting excited as you can see my excitement building. Boyfriend comes back saying nothing as a good boy should. I ask if I can be the 'master' and you say yes, please. I tell you to stand up, and you do, I tell boyfriend to remove your blouse and he does, and he folds it neatly on the chair across from us, and I tell him to remove your skirt which he does, and folds it nicely. You are in all black, from your heels, thigh highs, boy shorts (WW602's), and your bra. It is low cut lacy thing that makes you look absolutely delicious. 

You look so good, I would like to bend you over and fuck you right then and there, but hold off. 

You get back down on the coach with me and we kiss some more, your nipples are visibly hard. Your squirming in your seat.

You show me how good boyfriend is by telling me to stand, which I do. You tell him to remove my shirt, which he does. You then tell him to remove my shoes, socks, and pants which he does, and you see your effect on me as my boxer briefs are noticeable tented. I sit back down on the couch with you and we start to neck more and I start to touch your breasts. 

You tell me to stand facing you and you tell boyfriend to remove my boxer briefs, and my cut cock springs out hitting boyfriend in the face. This turns you on a lot. I sit back down and we kiss some more as you explore me a little. I tell you to stand and tell boyfriend to remove your bra, as your beautiful chest springs forth with big erect nipples, your breasts standing there so nice and firm. He removes your panties, and I tell him to smell the crotch and tell me if they are wet, which he does and confirms what I thought. You are phenomenal, I want you over the couch this second, but must hold off. You have beautiful legs, perfect beasts, and a delectable looking shaved pussy.

I realize that boyfriend is having a tenting problem, and you say that is OK. 

We make out as he stands there watching. You tell him he is not allowed to touch himself. We kiss, and I start tweaking your nipples, and slowly massaging your breast flesh. I go and kiss your breasts, and slowly suck in your nipples. They are so hard. While kissing your chest I take one hand and slowly rub your crotch, making sure not to get near your lips or clit.

You start to moan a little. I start to move down kissing your belly as I go down to your pussy, I can smell the sweet nectar. You smell is fantastic and taste even better. I slowly go down, and start to kiss and lick your lips, as I stick 1 finger into your pussy. I slowly start licking up to your clit, and you start to moan ever so softly, as I move down. I take my hand that was in your pussy, and let you taste your nectar, and you moan audibly as you suck my finger like a little cock, my cock that you want to suck empty. I slow down, because I want you to want me badly. I lay back and you start to kiss me and work your way down my chest, you know my nipples are VERY sensitive, so you lick and suck them softly, as you work your way down to my pulsing cock, which you engulf like a popsicle on a hot summer day. You suck me and play with my balls. You lick the underside of my ball sac, as you lick your way up my cock and flick your tongue on the hole at the top as you work it baby. It feels absolutely fantastic.

Boyfriend is still standing there with a very noticeable hard on, but that is his problem. I pull you up to me as we kiss for several more minutes. 

I tell boyfriend to lick and suck my cock to make it wet so it slides into your pussy easier and he hesitates. I look at him and say prepare my cock for your girlfriend and he reluctantly kneels in front of me and sucks my cock and licks it wet for your waiting pussy as we kiss. This site sets off a mini explosion in your pussy watching your boyfriend prepare my cock.

I turn you around, as u try to reach for my I tell you to stop, and hold your hands down, you are now on all fours, doggy style and you try to lean up against me but I say stay where you are. My cock is grazing between your legs, feeling the juices of your womanhood, you start to go a little crazy trying to reach me. 

I then tell boyfriend to hold your hands down. As I start to put my cock at the mouth of your pussy, your WET HOT pussy. It is dripping moisture. I slowly enter a little, and you push back. I tell boyfriend to hold you still, as I slowly enter you again, and stroke it in and out only an inch or so. You start to moan. I tell boyfriend to rub your breasts while I am entering you, and he does what he is told. I slowly slide a little more in and then out. you start to moan.

I tell boyfriend to get under you to put his mouth near on your clit. He gets some pillows, and does what he is told. I tell him if he does a good job we will let him cum ---- maybe. He positions himself under your clit, and I tell him to lick your clit and to play with your breasts. He is in a 69 position, the tent is under your mouth, and his apron. You now have sensations running up and down your body, from your breasts to your clit to your pussy, and I am in total control. I am slowly sliding in and out of you. You start to feel your 1st orgasm build up, and I slow down and I tell boyfriend to stop. We wait a moment and I start sliding my cock into you again. I slide deeper and every time I am fully against you, my balls are hitting boyfriend in the forehead. I tell him to start playing with your clit again and your breasts. Your on all fours, and feeling these multiple sensations. 

You start to buck a little as I slide in and out of your VERY WET, and PIPING HOT pussy. I pick up the speed a little more. Boyfriend is going a good job on your clit licking it and sucking it the way you like. He does after all have a little more experience with your amazing body. You start to buck again, harder, and harder, and I start to speed up, I grab a hand full of your hair, and pull your head back a little, not to hurt you, but to control you and us a little as you start to feel a mighty earth shattering orgasm build up in your pussy as it radiates outward like blast of shuddering energy. I start to pump a little harder and tell you I feel my cum moving up, and you start to push back harder, and I start to pound you now harder, and you start to cum, and it is a powerful orgasm, and I tell you I am going to cum, and I start to squirt my hot juices into your pussy, your orgasm is mind blowing, and you cum and cum and cum, shaking as the feelings overcomes you, as I do fill every crevice in your body with my hot juices.

You suddenly realize that boyfriend is also cumming with no assistance or touching. You are not touching him, and he is not touching himself. Just the thought of our fucking is getting him off, and that causes you to cum with another shuddering orgasm. You can't hold yourself up much longer and collapse on your boyfriend, my dick still in you. Boyfriend stops, licking because he has to move his head a little to breath. 

We are in this position for a few minutes as we work to recharge our energy banks. I pull out of you and leave a cum trail on boyfriend's face. You get off him, and curl into my arms and we sit still for a few minutes enjoying each others breathes, and we tell boyfriend to sit to the side. I then move you so your back is on my chest, and your legs are to the side. We kiss and hold, and I ask boyfriend if he liked what he saw, his girlfriend getting properly pleasured. He answers in the affirmative. I tell him to get two warm wash clothes, which he does trying not to drip his own cum on the carpet. I then tell him to wash you off which he does. I then tell him to wash me off, which he does. 

We tell him to remove his apron and clean himself off, which he does hesitantly exposing himself to me, and he sits on the chair across from us. We kiss and cuddle for what seems like a minute and it turns into an hour. We need to go to work the next day. I get up, barely able to stand and get dressed, kiss you a sweet goodbye, and say goodnight to boyfriend reminding him he is to do what he is told when he is told to do it. You get up and realize you barely can stand, but you bring me to the door nude, we open it and you give me a long passionate kiss good night.

Next time we will turn up the heat. But how? 



A Dinner Date



Taking my girl out for a sexy dinner date.

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A Dinner for Two



It is a couple of weeks later. You are still excited about the Lido and tell me you have gotten wet and hot every time you have thought about. Herby hasn't figured out yet why you are so hot and horny recently, but he is certainly enjoying it. Although he is well aware of your tendency to show off your body, he is still somewhat surprised when he comes home to find you fixing dinner, wearing an apron……and nothing more. You just tell him that you figured your love life was losing something and you decided to perk it up a bit. He just smiles as you put your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, his hands moving to your ass and giving a pleasant squeeze. You return the favor by reaching between you and caressing his cock through his slacks. "After supper, you get your favorite dessert…me", you tell him throatily. "And I will suck your cock till it is completely dry. You will sleep like a well-fucked man tonight, because that is exactly what you will be. In fact, while we are eating, I just may slip under the table and have a taste of dessert early." He says he needs a shower and goes back to the bedroom. You can hear the shower running and him quietly humming some tune. You smile and turn back to your cooking.

A few minutes later, the food is ready and you are setting the table for the two of you. He comes in quietly and reaches from behind you, his arms around your waist and starts to nuzzle your neck. You can feel his mouth kissing you on the neck and his tongue reaching to your ears. He moves his hands up until they are cupping your breasts and your ass is pulled closer to him. You can feel his cock rising as he slides it between your ass cheeks. You turn around and find that he is wearing a short robe and slippers. "I thought I would dress like you to make things more accessible for you." You give him a quick kiss and tell him the supper is ready and to have a seat.

You sit opposite each other. Your apron strings come loose and your lovely body is revealed even more to his gaze. Of course he is very familiar with it, but it excites him even so. And you notice that his robe has come open as well and you can see more of his bare chest. You get up, supposedly to get some more wine, but walk to the kitchen behind him. When you return, you slip to your knees and crawl under the table with the glass of wine in your hand, being very careful not to spill it. You slide between his legs and gently part them. Oh yes, he has been getting excited. His cock is quickly filling and will be at full staff in a moment. You decide to help by taking hold of his shaft and bringing the wine to the level of his cock. He cannot see what is happening by you sense he is enjoying it as he leans back and spreads his legs even more. You pull his cock down a bit and then dip it into the wine, then start licking the wine from the cock. The sensation of cold followed the warmth of your mouth is fantastic. He comes to a full erection immediately. While your face is impaled on his cock, you move the tablecloth onto the table so that he can see your eyes watching his as you lick and suck on his turgid shaft. His hands move to your head and hold it while his hips begin to move with the rhythm of your face. You like this being fucked in the face and suck even harder, as your head moves faster on his cock. The hard head of his cock is reaching deep into your mouth, even reaching down into your throat. You relish the feel of his cock going deeper on each thrust. Then you pull off.

When you come up from the table, you tell him that was just an appetizer. Yu take him back to the bedroom and have him lie down. Yu spread his legs again and engulf his cock in one swift motion, taking his cock to the very base. There is nothing left outside, but his balls. You are looking up and enjoy the look on his face as he feels the head in your throat, with the tight constriction as it goes down the airway. You pull back and take his balls in your mouth while your hand has a light grip on the shaft. You are sucking on the balls while you gently stroke his cock. "You need some dessert, also," you tell him and straddle his face so that he can taste your cunt. He begins to eagerly lap the juices flowing from your cunt. His mouth takes your clit and sucks gently, then rubs it with his tongue. This really gets you hot and your mouth is covering and going up and down on his cock. He reaches up and slides a finger into your tight hot cunt. Your hips move against him and he is almost smothered by the tightness of you legs around his face. But what a way to go!!

By this time, you are ready to cum, but don't want him to cum yet. He sucks harder and your body stiffens as your mouth moves away from the cock as you feel the flow of the orgasm go through you. Gawd, that feels good. After you have calmed down a bit, you turn around and tell him it is his turn now. Your legs are spread across his waist and you reach down to find his cock. "I want to feel your cock in me. I want to feel it get even harder, then start to throb while I am squeezing it with my cunt. I want to fuck you till you cannot stand it anymore." And your hand guides his cock into your cunt. It slides in easily as wet as you are from your cum. You impale yourself on it till there is nothing left to put inside of you. Then you start milking him. He doesn't have to move yet he can feel his cock getting hotter. It does not take long before you can feel him throbbing, so it is time now to fuck him. Your hips move up and down on his cock, with your eyes glued to his face, your boobs in his face and he is holding them and sucking on those hard nipples while your cunt is bouncing on his cock. 

He stiffens and you know he will explode in a moment your cunt moving faster on his cock. When you feel the first jet of his cum, you pull his cock deep into your cunt and start to squeeze him hard. You want all that cum inside of you. When he finally takes a breath from the exertion, you lay down on top of him and tell him you love him. And you really do. With him it is love, with anybody else, it is lust and sex, physical only. You roll off and tell him you need something to drink. He starts to get up and you tell no, you'll get it. One hand slides to your cunt, to catch any dripping from there and your mouth moves to his cock, to clean all his juices and yours from him. You bring your cum filled hand to your mouth and, while looking him in the face, you lick your hands clean of his cum. "Would you like a kiss?" you ask him. He just brings your face to him and you each kiss deeply, tasting the juices of both of you on your tongue. That was good, you both agree.

And that was only the beginning of a night of lust and love.



A Dinner Invitation



With a frustrated sigh, Keely shut the bathroom door and banged her head lightly on it. "Stupid." she thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, she was as aroused as she'd ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms she fumbled through her purse for her keys and un-clipped her keychain vibrator at the third attempt, silently thanking God for small miracles. "I can't even control my own hands anymore." She murmured to herself. 

Smiling slightly, she dropped her damp skirt and inched her naked bottom onto the cold black marble counter top. Leaning back against the mirror, she spread her thighs and ran her fingers over her dripping clit and closed her eyes as her body trembled at her own touch. She was close...really close to stepping off the edge of bliss. Turing on the vibrator and feeling the pulsating beat dance up her fingers, Keely felt her body flood with more juices. Bracing a foot against the rim of the sink, she slipped the vibrator into her open, dripping body. Sinking the vibrator back and forth, she fingered her clit and thought of her date . . .

*****

It had all started with the dinner invitation: just a simple, "Will you have dinner with me sometime." It was an invitation that should have never been given and never been accepted because of their working relationship. Keely knew that any relationship between them had to be nipped in the bud. Keely smiled wickedly, she liked playing with fire and for once- she was going to play and had accepted the invitation.

Waiting for him to come into the living room from the kitchen, Keely thought of the man who she hoped would become her lover. Tall for his Asian descent, Kevin carried himself with a strong sense of pride and joyfulness. Those months of working with him as her manager, slowly built the tension so tight that a knife couldn't cut it and had fellow employees looking at them with knowing grins. Catching him walking into the room, she watched him move toward her, the dimmed lights making his ink black hair shine with an iridescent blue hue. Her eyes roved over his body taking in the button-up black shirt that hugged the slim muscles of his chest and arms and the tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and outlining the long, muscular thighs and calf of his legs.

"Madam, your whiskey-laced tea." Keely chuckled as Kevin handed her a glass coffee cup, his palm and long fingers dwarfing the small cup. "Thank you, Kev." Playfully Keely lowered her eyes and peered at him from beneath her lashes, "Now, if I'm guessing right, I think you've been avoiding this question all night, but I need to know why you invited me to dinner tonight."

Kevin looked at her, really looked. Her shoulder-length, reddish brown hair fell gently around her sharp cheek bones that told the story of the Native American blood that flowed in her veins. The backlight from a lamp cast a soft glow around her face giving her a classic sexy look, but behind her tiny, silver glasses, her dark grey eyes held his, waiting for his answer. "I think you know Keely. You know I've asked Amy about you . . ."

". . . and I've seen the women you date." Keely cut Kevin off, it was rude, but she wanted answers, and not the answers her friend could give her. "I'm not like them. Kevin, I know you've talked to Amy, she's told you many times that I'm not someone who takes sex, dating, and all the other stuff that goes with it lightly. I know that she's told you how I feel about myself, which means you know that I'm really insecure about myself and how I look."

"How you look! My heavens Keely! Your body's perfect!" Keely raised and eyebrow and looked at his whiskey brown eyes. She knew he was telling her the truth; one of the knacks she acquired over the years was the ability to read people's eyes, and his were just devouring her. Softly he said, "You have a body that a man can fall into Keely, soft and rounded. Those women you have seen me with . . . they mean nothing." Kevin sat on the couch next to her and leaned his head back against the soft, buttery black leather, "Not anymore."

Keely looked though the sliding door of Kevin's apartment and stared into the darkened sky beyond the pool. She knew he wasn't lying; she just couldn't bring herself to accept that someone as good looking and sought after, as Kevin, would want to become her lover. Still looking out into the distance she took a sip of her laced tea, and nearly killed herself as she chocked, sputtering her tea all over herself as Kevin's quiet words washed over her musing form. Turning her head sharply, her eyes grey clashed with his. "Did I hear you correctly!" 

Kevin smile. "Yes you heard me correctly." He paused and watched hungrily as her fingers bushed over the drops of tea that had landed on the curved, swollen rise of her breast. Licking his full lips, he groaned softly, not noticing as Keely's eyes glanced to his suddenly flushed face. Slowly she, dipped her fingers into the deep cleft of her breasts made by the confinement of her bra and smiled, reflecting the wickedness and passion her body was starving for. Watching his eyes fix on the fingers that rested between her warm breasts she whispered his name softly, "Kevin?" 

Kevin jerked his gaze to meet her eyes and realized that they were focused on his that flushed face, he repeated; "Have you ever played "I want you to . . .?"

Keely's mind reeled. She not only knew the game really well, but she knew, personally, the author who originated the game through one of his own erotic stories. As if through a fog, she heard Kevin's voice washing over her, "From your look, I can guess that you do know the story, where it comes from, and its meaning."

With a trembling hand, she set what was left of her tea on the small coffee table and looked directly into Kevin's eyes and read the promise of what was to come. "Yes. I know the game and the story very well. Mr. Smith is quite a pleasurable writer. He's a very good friend of mine. We met when I commented him about one of his pieces. From there on it's been a great friendship" 

"You know him?" 

Keely looked up and raised her eyebrows, her gaze never leaving his face as he shifted his body toward hers. "What's wrong with that?" she asked quietly, tracing one of the leather buttons on the couch's seat.

"Nothing. I've always wanted to meet him. His stories leave something to the imagination." 

Keely bowed her head and chuckled. She knew how well his stories could lead to the imagination and hoped that she and Kevin could sometime act them out.

"Well then." Kevin mused aloud in the heavy silence of the apartment, amazed that Keely knew Mr. Smith and his writings.

"Kev . . ." Keely scooted closer to him on the couch, her knees touching his thighs as she faced him. Her eyes betrayed her uncertainty at the reaction she got from Kevin about her online friendship. 

Kevin smiled and reached out to trace Keely's full lips, with his broad tipped fingers. "I was just surprised that you would know someone though e-mail, but you've never met him in person." Trailing off, her leaned forward and kissed her small pert nose. "Now, back to the original concern of tonight, I'm going to make you see that I want you and only you. Do you still want to play?" At her small nod, Kevin's smile broadened into a grin. "I want you to kiss me Keely. Kiss me with all that passion you've been storing up for me at work."

Keely blushed. She couldn't help it, she thought she had kept her desires in check at work, but apparently Kevin, and others, had noticed. Shifting once more on the couch, Keely rose over his lounging form and pressed her lips gently against his warm firm lips and felt them soften as her tongue gently ran a warm, wet line across the seam. With a growl, Kevin deepened the kiss, his mouth opening on hers. Slipping their tongues into each others welcoming mouths they explored, tasted. Shifting her mouth, Keely coxed Kevin's tongue deeper into her and then returned the favor to him. Soon, their kiss spiraled deeper and deeper into heated passion, their mouths and tongues dancing a duel of possession that was as old as time.

With a quiet moan, Keely lowered her upper body against Kevin's, her hips pressing into his side, her soft, lush lips closed firmly against his to stop his thrusting tongue from taking possession of the kiss. Chuckling, Kevin pulled back and rested his head against the back of the couch, his heaving breath mixing with Keely's in an attempt to breathe. Slowly he ran his hand down her smooth hair, wrapping his fist around it once he reached the layered ends.

Keely shifted her weight as Kevin's hand tightened his possession on her. Grinning, her straight white teeth gleaming, she straddled his thigh, her skirt rising to expose her long sleekly muscled thighs. "I want you to kiss my neck." Kevin arched a black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Tugging on her hair to bring her head softly to the opposite side of his tilted face, Kevin's firm lips caressed her jaw down to the dancing pulse in her throat. Taking a deep breath, Kevin inhaled her own feminine sent and perfume before he traced her vein with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he clamped his lips and teeth over the vein and felt Keely's responding exclamation of "Oh!" along with the deep grind of her hips against his leg as he suckled the soft, giving flesh.

Letting go of her hair, his mouth lifting from her neck, he shifted their bodies and lowered her onto her back; the leather of the couch sinking as his weight settled over hers. Just as slowly as he lowered their bodies, Keely's hands rose in panic and shoved at his broad shoulders. 

"Kevin . . .?" her body tensed under his in fear of not knowing what was going to. 

"Sh . . ." Kevin met her grey eyes and held her gazed. "All you have to do is say 'Stop' and it all ends." Keely nodded and tilted her head back as Kevin lowered his lips once again to the vulnerable skin at her neck.

"You know Keely..." Kevin whispered as he nibbled and sucked on her ear, "I've wanted to this for the year and a half I've known you. I've always wanted you, even before you became a manager and you turned that saucy I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think attitude on me." Pulling back from her sweet neck Kevin looked into her closed eyes. "You're mine Keely. Mine." Kevin lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck and shoulder muscles, branding her as his and only his by marring the soft, white skin.

Keely arched off the couch, pain mingling with the pleasure of having his teeth press into the soft skin, her hips ground into the hard thigh that pressed her deeper into the couch as she felt his firm mouth suckling her. "Ah . . . shit . . . Kev . . ." she murmured as she pulled away from his mouth. She was trembling and her neck felt like it was on fire. Slowly his words came back to her "You're mine--. . ." Keely laughed and basked in the pleasure of his words even as her fingers came to rest on the tender spot. Just from the low throbbing sensation she felt, she knew she'd have trouble hiding it when she went into work.

"I want you to give me permission to do what I want to your body Keely. I want total control." Kevin raised himself from her body and sat at the base of her feet, waiting for her answer and her surrender. Keely smiled to herself, a pleased happy smile . . . she was getting what she had wanted ever since she first saw him. Lowering her fingers to the buttons of her blouse, she flicked them open to reveal the black cami, lacey black bra, and creamy white skin underneath. Sitting up, never breaking his gaze from hers, she shrugged off her shirt, tugged the cami over her head and reached to her side to undo the zipper of her skirt.

"Don't. Please, leave it on." 

Her hands fell away from her side. Under his intense stare she began to wiggle and squirm. "Kev . . ."

He chuckled and moved to her side. "Take this off." His hands reached out and grasped the black cami's hem and together they raised it over her head, revealing the lacy black bra and the hidden destined pink nipples. "Lay back Keely, I think it's time to show you what I want." Keely smiled and lay back on the couch, the black leather caressing her naked back.

Kevin looked down and let his eyes feast on her perfect body. Her pink nipples stood to attention behind the lace, waiting to for the homage he would pay them, her belly, slightly round, dipped into the covered waist and gentle "V" between them. Kevin laughed and traced a finger around her navel and the silver Playboy Bunny ring that pierced it. "I heard that you had this done. Did it hurt?"

"Only afterwards." Keely laid her hand over his, stopping the circular motion of his fingers. "That tickles." Kevin smiled as he lifted her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Kevin felt her fingers tighten briefly before they began to rub light circles over the muscles through his shirt. Stretching out beside her, Kevin pressed an open mouth kiss on the now deep purple teeth mark he left behind.

Keely arched her neck back into the couch's pillowed arm as Kevin's mouth ran a hot, wet trail down her upper chest. "I've wondered what you've tasted like," she heard him murmur against her breast before his mouth closed hot and insistent over the black lace and her nipple. Suckling her deeper, Kevin felt her hips twist and press and thrust into his. Flicking his tongue across her nipple, he heard her whimper as her fingers dug crescent moons unto his back through the cotton of his shirt.

Kevin grinned as he looked up into Keely's passionate face. "You taste like the sea." Finding the clasp of her bra in the valley of her breasts, he flicked it open. Looking down, he sucked in his breath. "My god Keely . . ." he muttered. Her breasts were lightly tanned at the top from her summer in the Arizona sun, but the rest of her was creamy white, her areola, a light dusky pink. Her nipples were the just perfect and very hard. With a groan Kevin lowered his head again and flicked first one nipple and then another, moving his dark head between the tasty fruit. Clamping his teeth once again over the tight buds, he felt her fingers slide into his hair as he bit down gently. Hearing Keely's slight cry of pain, he closed the warm, wet cavern of his mouth over her breast softening the love-bite he had given her. Feeling Keely's covered hips push harder into his jeans-covered cock, he suckled her deeper, groaning softly as her hips continued to thrust into his. 

Keely bent her legs slightly and pushed his hips away from her with her hands. Confused, Kevin pulled away from sucking her breast, at her frustrated whimper. With jerky movements, Kevin watched as her fingers grabbed the edge of her skirt and her hips arch as she tugged her skirt up her thighs.

"No, no, no . . ." Kevin said as the skirt reached a little higher then mid-thigh, and reviled the white thigh-hugging garters. Catching her hand he brought it over her head and held it with in his loose grip. 

"Keely, that's my job." Keely whimpered, low and deep, and opened her eyes to stare into his. She wanted to press herself against him, first her skirt still stood in her way and now his hands held hers captive, preventing her from lifting the offending skirt. 

"Please Kev, oh please." Keely's hips arched into his, asking, demanding, hell, pleading for what he could give her. Kevin kissed her breast one more time and ran his hand down her thigh and then back up it. Stopping he fingered the white garter.

"Black and White . . . Purity and Evil . . ." Kevin shook his head, met her gaze once again and released the hand that he held between his fists, "Put my hands where you want them. If we go any further Keely, you must put my hands where you want them." Kevin watched as her hand hesitantly came up to rest on his. With a pause, she grasped his hand under hers and moved it to the junction of her thighs, raking her skirt up past the garter belt so her pussy was exposed. Kevin's gasped as he saw that Keely was naked under her skirt, her pussy, partly shaved, sported a black triangle of curly soft hair, which glistened, wet and inviting.

"You're naked!"

Keely laughed low and huskily at his exclamation and the shock that masked his passionate face. "Please, Kev." Keely repeated as she arched her hips into his hand, brushing his still fingers against the dampness. Recovering from the unexpected, but wonderful, shock at finding her naked under the skirt, Kevin ran his fingers over her swollen lips, slipping his fingers between the warm folds, closing his eyes as he felt the inviting heat.

"You're so wet. Oh, god, Keely, you feel so good." Finding the nub of her pleasure, Kevin flicked his finger across it. "Ah . . . Oh!" Keely cried out as his fingers moved over her, her breath now coming deep and harsh.

"Please, inside me . . ." Keely's breath heaved in and out; one hand gripping his arm, the other the back of the couch. "Kevin . . ." Keely plead slipped off into a high moan as he again as he flicked his fingers across her clit again. Keely's eyes opened and she strained her head off the pillow, "Please . . . put your fingers inside me." The tone of Keely's voice rose and Kevin smiled. He had never heard her beg for anything before.

His finger tips were now coated in her dew, sliding his fingers down, he found the entrance into her body. Sliding finger-deep inside her, he felt her body's muscles tighten around him. Thrusting her hips up, Keely forced his finger further inside her.

"Slow down, we have all night." He murmured but knew she didn't hear him. She was too far gone in her pleasure; her face was flushed, her body gleaming with the sweat from her exertions, his finger gripped tightly by her inner muscles. Smiling, he slipped his finger out of her and grinned when she whimpered in protest. Fingering her clit again he wondered how many of his fingers she could take. Slipping his fingers down again, he slid three into her and felt her body's giving response.

"Oh!" Keely's eyes opened, bright and glazed over, as his fingers pushed steadily into her tight body. Feeling his knuckles hit her lips he slid them back and then thrust them back in. Her body tightened and her thighs clasped his arm tightly. Her whimpers and cries mixed with the wet suction sound of Kevin's fingers in her body, causing her pelvis to arch upwards as her hips pistoned faster and faster into his fingers. 

"Oh . . . fuck . . . God Kev . . ." Keely's voice trailed off into a low scream as he lowered his head to take her breast into his mouth. Shifting his weight, Kevin thrust his fingers harder into her body as his teeth closed and tugged at her nipple. He knew she was close, so close that a few more thrusts . . .

Suddenly, like a knife, the classical shrill of his ringing cell phone cut through the tense, passionate atmosphere, causing both of them to freeze, their eyes locked on each other. His fingers still inside her, he looked at the chair where his discourteous cell laid. Keely's breath was low and harsh, her body shaking and trembling around him.

"Kev, it's work, you're on call. You have to take it." Kevin looked down at her in disbelief. His fingers were still inside her tight, trembling body and she was telling him it was work on the phone! Keely's muscles tightened around his fingers, her wet heat, her shaking body, still keeping him close to her side.

"Fuck." Kevin muttered violently, as he pulled his fingers from her dripping body. Keely whimpered her hand moving between her legs as his fingers left her.

"This better be good." Kevin bit out as he answered the phone. Turning to face her, he watched as her thighs pressed her hand tighter to her pussy. Trembling still, Keely sat up. She needed release, needed it badly, a few more thrust of his long fingers she would have cum like never before.




A Dinner Invitation



Testing her shaking legs, Keely stood, proud and half naked before Kevin. Dropping her gaze down, she stared at the bulge that waited to be released. Licking her lips, she wondered how he would taste.

"He's how much under?" Keely sighed; this was going to be a long conversation if an employee was under by the five hundred dollars that Kevin sputtered out. Smoothing her skirt, Keely grabbed her purse and headed toward the bathroom thinking that this night was completely ruined.

*****

Kevin sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. The conversation he thought would take so long turned out to last less then ten minutes. Smelling her scent on his fingers, Kevin looked around the living room. He knew she had gone to the bathroom, but she hadn't come back. Eyes narrowed, he padded softly across the living room to the hallway where the bathroom was, taking off his shirt along the way. Pausing before the door, he eyed it hesitatingly, unsure whether he should open it or not. 

"What the . . ." He muttered as he heard Keely's low cry and slowly his brain recognized the restrained signs of a passionate women climaxing. "Keely?" Kevin twisted the door's silver handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open and stopped dead. In the far corner of the room, Keely's head was arched back; her legs, still clad in the white garters, were spread open on the black marble counter, her fingers furiously working her clit and a small vibrator into her open wet body.

She was so enthralled with herself that she didn't hear him open the door. Moving quietly, Kevin unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; his cock straining to be free of the Levi's and black boxers. Never breaking his gaze from watching Keely, he dropped his pants and began to stroke himself.

"Now that . . . you're out . . .of . . .your . . .pa . . .pants . . .I.." Kevin froze and Keely's panting dialogue broke off as she moaned long and deep, her hands moving more quickly over her clit. "I . . . I want your cock . . . Now." Keely slid the wet vibrator from her body, her sexy, spicy sent filled the bathroom; Kevin moved toward her body, kicking off his pants as he neared her.

Once in reach, Keely focused her dazed eyes and reached for Kevin's twitching and long, veined cock, and grasped it in her small fist. Pressing his lips to hers, his body shuddered and shook as she slowly started to pump his cock. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he pulled Keely's hips closer to the counter's edge. Taking his cock from her pumping fist, he rubbed his cock over her pussy lips and clit, feeling Kelly shudder at the feel of the broad blunt head as it moved towards the entrance of her waiting body.

"Fuck Me." Simple, powerful, and demanding. Kevin's groan of satisfaction from being inside her was drowned by Keely's scream as he thrust into her. "Fuck, you're so tight . . . ah . . . shit . . .Keely." Kevin's body trembled, his legs shaking, with the effort off supporting his body. Feeling her inner muscles tighten around his cock, milking him closer and closer to climax, he gritted his teeth and grunted. Slamming himself to the hilt, Keely's hips ground into his. With one hand gripping the shower door handle, the other the mirror behind her as she screamed and shook as her climax came over her. Feeling her hips lift, press, and grind hard into his, Kevin lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth suckling on her deep and long. Feeling her body's muscles relax, he flicked his tongue across her erect nipples and felt her inner muscles clench him tight once again.

Kissing his neck where the shoulder met it, Keely moved her hips against his. Kevin stopped thrusting, his cock completely covered by her dripping pussy, waiting for her numb, still trembling body to relax it's hold on him. Unconsciously, she tightened her inner muscles, milking Kevin's waiting cock and making him growl in frustration. Chuckling slightly, she pressed a kiss to his neck and took a deep breath of his sweaty skin; slowly she felt her body relax from the climax's grip, tingling as her senses came down from their powerful high. Not wanting to loose the feel of him inside her, she tightened her legs harder around Kevin's hips.

"Finish. Fuck me and fuck me hard." She whispered as she locked her feet in the small of his back. She was ready for the bruising ride he was about to give her---and the next orgasm. 

Groaning, Kevin surged back, his cock nearly sliding from her body before he slammed back in. Over and over he pounded into her. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, primitive groans of satisfaction, the tightening of muscles and bodies, Kevin knew he couldn't last much longer. Feeling Keely tighten about him once more, he thrust into her dripping body again and felt his body tighten. Pressing his mouth to her arched neck, he trembled and locked his knees as his orgasm began to pump through his body. Panting, he bit Keely's neck and pushed his hips harder into hers as his body fought not to spill his seed to soon. Reaching down between their meshed bodies, he thrummed her clit and felt her locked feet press his hips harder into hers. 

"Keely, cum."

She opened her glazed eyes and met his as he pressed her clit back and then up. Her animalistic scream mixed with his shout of pleasure, as her legs tightened even more about his hips and her small inner muscles milking his cock as he shuddered in release, his seed spurting deep into her body. Relaxing is head into her breast, he felt her short, buffed nails dig into his upper arms as both of their bodies shuddered and trembled.

Now limp, his body still shuddering as it came back to reality, Kevin rested his head against her breast, kissing the side of it, before licking it, tasting the sweat that dewed on her skin.

"Thank you." Keely whispered as she un-wrapped her aching, quivering legs from around his waist. Her body was just coming back to earth from the three orgasms that she had had that night and a pleasant tingle worked it's way up her body from her toes, making her smile sleepily.

Kevin looked up into her still glazed eyes and smiled. "My pleasure, my beautiful, passionate Keely." 

Standing on shaking legs, Kevin pulled out of her body. Picking her up, he carried her from the bathroom and down the hall. "It's not where I planned to have sex with you for the first time, but I'll never forget it." Kissing her forehead, he laid her down on the deep blue feather comforter.

"Can I ask you something?" Sitting besides her, Kevin racked his fingers over her belly and up her chest. Keely arched a brow, giving her silent assent for him to ask his question. "Why didn't you wait?"

Keely laughed and rolled over on her side burrowing her head in the pillow. After a few minutes of laughter to herself, she rolled back to face him, her sleepy grey eyes still holding the laughter that she had released into the pillow.

"You left me on the brink of complete sexual satisfaction and you didn't think I wouldn't get myself off?"

"Well," Kevin's hand paused under her breast, his voice disbelieving, "You told me to answer the phone."

Keely laughed impishly at his sour expression. "Don't worry, we have all night, plenty of . . ." Keely's voiced trailed off. She didn't know if they had all night. Hell, she wasn't certain that Kevin like her finishing with out him.

Smiling, Kevin climbed into bed besides her, his limp cock growing hard once again. "Yes we have all night as long as I get to watch you masturbate again, if we get to finish playing 'I Want You To,' and if you'll have dinner with me . . . again."

Keely's fully-bodied laugh filled the masculine bedroom at his demands. Slowly, she brought his head down so her lips could caress his. After all the night had started with a dinner invitation, so why not end it with another one?

*

As a side note:

Mr. Smith (thewritemike) is a real person, as is the story and game of "I Want You To." I use the reference to his story with his permission and for this, I thank him. However, everything else is a figment of my imagination and my desires and is in no way connected and meant to represent anyone. 

This story is dedicated to Jon, who told me to write everything down that I want. To Mike, I thank you for all the hours and love you have put in this while correcting it!



A Dinner Party



Christina drummed the desk with her fingers, looking around the office for a distraction from the papers in front of her. Concentrating on Friday afternoons often proved a challenge, particularly with a case as boring as Thompson vs. Thompson. If she were to have an affair, it would at least be exciting - nothing like the clumsy fumbling that leads to most divorces. Perhaps in the office, with an attractive client - she could imagine standing up to lock the door, and slowly returning, stopping to remove her shirt and expose the curves of her breasts to the startled man. She would straddle him, allowing her skirt to rid up her thighs and revealing the white skin at the top of her stockings...

Caught up in the fantasy, Christina absent-mindedly slipped her hand up her skirt and under the fabric of her underwear. She gently stroked herself as she imagined strong hands pushing up her bra and the feeling of a man's lips on her nipples, sucking, toying and occasionally biting gently. Opening her legs wider, she began to trace small circles around her clit, increasing the pressure as she pictured revealing the client's cock and taking it into her mouth, feeling it grower stiffer and longer with each caress.

Sitting on the desk, Christina would wrap her legs around the stranger and guide him to her pussy. Slipping two first one, then two fingers inside herself, she could almost feel him thrusting deep into her, fucking her hard and fast with his thick cock. Christina, now fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other, let out a quiet moan as she felt her orgasm building. 

A sudden knock on the door brought an abrupt end to the fantasy. She barely had time to straighten her clothes before her colleague Sarah appeared in the room.

"Sarah! Hi!"

"Hi Christina, I hope this isn't a bad time?"

"Not at all."

"Can I be really cheeky and ask you to fill in tonight at my dinner party? A couple just cancelled - Simon from downstairs has agreed to come put I could really use another girl."

Christina knew Simon - she'd had her eye on him for some time. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

"Yeah of course - what time?"

"Seven-thirty at mine. Don't dress too formally!" 

Flashing Christina a brief smile, Sarah left the office. Seven-thirty! That barely left enough time to get home and back into town to Sarah's. The orgasm would simply have to wait.

xxx

Back at home, Christina applied the finishing touches to her outfit. It was a warm evening, and her favourite summer dress seemed appropriate. Looking in the mirror, Christina was pleased with the effect. A brunette in her early twenties, the dress suited her perfectly, highlightng her slim figure and pert breasts to good effect. Ordinarily, a couples' dinner party wouldn't have warranted this much effort but Simon's presence was not to be overlooked. Tall and well built, he had caught Christina's eye since joining the company, and his engaging conversation had kept it here. Grabbing a bottle as she left the flat, Christina set out for South London.

xxx

Christina was disappointed. Sarah had placed herself next to Simon, and she was stuck between Sarah's boyfriend Mark and a consultant named Lucy. Even worse, she was still aroused from the office fantasy. She hadn't felt this turned on in weeks but there was nothing she could do. The frustration wasn't helped by the fact that Sarah was obviously flirting with Simon. Mark seemed too preoccupied with dinner to care.

Halfway through a mouthful of linguine, she felt Mark's hand brush against her leg. Startled, she turned only to see him engaged in conversation with someone at the far end of the table. Then she felt it again - but this time it was more than a brush - his hand lingered on the naked skin above her knee, stroking it with almost imperceptible softness. She was amazed that a man like Mark should have such a delicate touch, and said nothing. Slowly, he became bolder, allowing his hand to wander up Christina's thigh to the hem of her dress. Christina was too horny to stop him - every time his fingers glided over her leg she felt herself getting wetter. In an effort to encourage him, she opened her legs slightly and was rewarded as his hand pushed up inside her dress and onto the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Opening her legs wider, Christina felt herself bump into Lucy. Turning to apologize, she was unable to say anything before she felt a small hand on her other thigh. Lucy simply smiled and began to caress her. Christina was too turned on to care that this second hand belonged to a woman - all touches left her craving more. Lucy and Mark worked their way towards her pussy agonizingly slowly. Christina bit her lip to stay quiet but then saw Sarah stand up and start to undo her dress in front of Simon. This seemed to be some kind of signal - suddenly everybody seemed to have their hands all over everyone else.

Christina didn't want to watch Simon as his hand's explored Sarah's naked body. Pushing her chair away from the table, she knelt in front of Mark and began to play with his growing erection through his trousers. Undoing the buttons, she reached inside and pulled out his cock and ran her delicate fingers over its long, thick shaft, teasing him by stopping to play with his balls. Eventually, encouraged by his reaction, she grasped him firmly and started to mover her hand slowly up and down his dick.

Preoccupied with Mark's cock, she didn't notice hat Lucy had knelt down behind her until she felt two hands tugging her underwear down her legs and exposing her pussy. Almost immediately she felt Lucy's tongue start to explore, encircling her clit and dipping briefly inside. Christina could feel Lucy moaning deeply as she went down on her - someone must have been fucking her from behind.

Christina could feel herself getting hotter and wetter - she had to feel a cock inside her tonight, even if it wasn't Simon. Standing up, she indicated to Mark to lie on the table. Hitching up her dress, Christina lowered herself onto his dick. Despite its size, it slipped easily into her warm, wet cunt. There was no staying quiet now - Christina moaned loudly as she fucked Mark, crying out in pleasure every time he slip deep inside her. With her eyes shut, she didn't notice Sarah walk over until she whispered:

"Thanks for being patient. I've got a present for you now."

With that Sarah reached round and begin to play with Christina's pussy, rubbing her in time with the thrusts. Sarah licked her other fingers and leant over and pressed them against Christina's arse. Too breathless to object, Christina was overwhelmed with pleasure as Sarah patiently worked first one and then two fingers inside her. Having Sarah play with her arse and pussy was almost too much - Christina could feel her orgasm building as her moaning became increasingly frantic.

"We're not finished yet." 

With that Sarah suddenly pulled her fingers out. Before she could say anything, she heard Simon's voice:

"I was hoping to get to know you a bit better tonight."

Christina felt Simon's cock slowly entering her. It felt so huge inside her, she could barely move. Eventually he started to slide slowly in and out of her, in time with Mark. The feeling of being fucked by two cocks was indescribable - her body tingled as the two mean thrust into her, harder and harder. She could feel her orgasm growing, and begged the two mean to come deep inside her. As they did, she felt herself convulse as waves of pleasure overcame her body. She shuddered again and again as the orgasm slowly subsided.



A Dinner Party



On my free nights and weekends I usually do go out with friends a lot. I do have a very good male friend who takes me out to dinner a lot, to the theater, opera, sometimes we dine with friends of his. There is a certain tension between us, but none of us has so far "crossed the line", so we are just friends.

I am in love with him, but rather having him as a friend than not in my life at all, I hide my feelings. Also he does not know about my sexual preferences and dark desires -so I do think...

One night he takes me out like so many times before to a dinner party by friends of his at a private home. We are 4 couples altogether.

After the meal when everybody gets up from the table, to sit down here and there in groups to talk, he stands right before me, looking at me with a smile I never before saw on his face. He comes closer, takes my head in his hands, runs his fingers through my hair, puts his lips on my lips and then he kisses me. Long and tenderly. Overwhelmed by my feelings I kiss him back, barely noticing anything around me. 

But then I do notice hands all around me, hands on my body. Hands, taking down the zipper at the back of my dress. Hands, undressing me. Hands, taking off my clothes, my underwear, my shoes. Hands taking my hands behind my back and handcuffing me.

Finally I stand before him all naked, my hands chained behind my back. He stops kissing me, and steps two steps back, still looking at me. I am trembling, the inside of my body is like fire. The smile on his face is loving and encouraging. His voice is soft and commanding: "spread your legs". I do take my legs further apart. "down on your knees" I go down on my knees, looking up at him. He is opening the front of his trousers, coming closer to me again. I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking it. After a while one of the other men comes over and wants to use me too, and I look at my love for guidance, but he only smiles very lovingly and as I understand his wish I comply.

With all the other men around I lose sight of my love, but suddenly they all step aside and I see him again. He has changed clothes, and also I notice that one curtain is shoved aside and shows certain furniture I never saw before. My love is wearing a pair of black leather pants and shining black leather boots, his chest is bare. From his waist hangs a single tail whip and a cat o' nine tails, in his hands he has a horsewhip.

To my eyes he is the most beautiful man in the whole world, he is so strong, so powerful, like a king.

His voice is very low but strong and commanding. "come". I understand that I'm not allowed to go up on my feet, so I go over to him on my knees. Again his voice is low. "lick my boots". I adore and love him so much that I feel in my heart that he deserves to be worshipped in this way so I comply.

Some of the other men and women come over and start fucking my ass from behind, using my body to their pleasure.

In a tender voice my love tells me that all of his orders have to be followed by a "yes Sir" -and that my failing to do so now earned me a punishment. 

I am taken to a big block of wood where I have to bow over. My feet are quite wide apart from each other and my body rests on the wood, my hands are chained down to the left and the right of the block. I cannot move, my legs are spread and my back is exposed to the whip. 

My love caresses my body with the whip -and all of a sudden he strikes a blow. He waits until I catch my breath and then the next blow comes. 

After a while he stops whipping me and comes closer. He caresses my buttocks until I yearn for him to fuck me, he slowly and tenderly starts caressing my pussy, taking his time, making me crazy. In the end I can't take it anymore and start begging him:"please Sir, fuck me, please" He laughs softly :"I can't remember having allowed you to speak -you just earned another punishment". But then he finally starts fucking me, slowly and strongly until I come.



A Dinner Party to Remember



Janet McCoy watched the attractive waiter leave with a wistful look in her eyes. It seemed that all the serving staff at this resort was attractive. "It must make them more money." She thought to herself. "If the guests were too preoccupied ogling the staff, they're less likely to notice the exorbitant prices." That last thought brought a wry smile to her face. 

Not that she cared; her entire stay and expenses at the resort were being paid for by her company.

Janet was business consultant at an international firm. She was in her mid-forties, had mousey brown hair that reached her shoulders and was quite short, barely reaching 5'5". Her eyes matched her hair, a pleasant hazel, and they were bright with a sharp intelligence. She had a respectable C cup, and worked hard at the gym to keep a reasonably athletic build, though on a trip like this she allowed herself a day or two free of the treadmill. She normally was stationed in a single office in San Francisco but a conference in Florida that applied to her particular skills had been too good to pass up and she'd convinced her company to foot the bill. She supposed she shouldn't be ogling anyone, she doubted her husband would approve. But she'd given up on his approval on sexual matters long ago. 

Slightly older than her, Janet's husband Miles McCoy owned his own car hire business. He was 5'9" with black hair, though it was starting to fleck with grey here and there. He'd been energetic and athletic in his prime, but was now starting to develop a slight beer belly. With it he'd apparently lost much of his libido as well, much to voracious Janet's dismay. She supposed that's why she hadn't thought to invite him. Maybe she'd seduce some hot young thing and have the time of her life. She sighed at that thought, because despite her disappointment with him in the bedroom, she considered herself loyal and would never cheat on him. Miles may be neglecting her a bit now but he'd been passionate in their youth when they first married and they had a good life together, even if the sex was non-existent these days. He was a good husband in every other aspect, caring, considerate. Emotionally intimate if not physically.

Janet was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice; it belonged to the woman with whom she was having lunch. Janet had met Rachael Corvin at the conference. Rachael was half Janet's age, in her mid-twenties, and while she ogled the male staff as much as Janet Rachael was almost certainly being ogled back just as much by passers-by. Rachael was a few inches taller than Janet, with long silken blonde hair that ran down her back (though right now she wore it up), light blue eyes and an ample D cup, which she seemed to have no problem showing off in her low cut, yet technically still respectable, blouse. She had a trim figure and while Janet knew she worked out as well, Janet suspected that Rachael didn't have to work at it as hard as she did. Rachael was sipping her drink through her full luscious lips, but she was no dumb blonde bimbo, her own blue eyes betrayed an equally sharp mind. Rachael was not attending the conference personally; she was here with her husband Derek, a fit but otherwise unremarkable yuppie type, who seemed less interested in his hot wife than he was in making excuses to be elsewhere drinking. She and Janet had coincidentally been sitting next to each other during one of the seminars, Janet had made a few cynical remarks about the man at the podium which amused Rachel and they discovered that they shared a dry wit and instantly hit it off.

Now it was two days into the conference and they were sitting together at lunch during a lull in the seminars. Rachael's husband had made some excuse about "networking" with some other guys, and Rachael had resignedly accepted it. Janet was glad, she didn't have many friends, certainly not ones that seemed to have a similar libido to her own and actually enjoyed discussing sex, and Rachael wasn't shy about it either. Janet wasn't sure how their conversation had drifted on to the topic of sex; maybe it was all the pillars of sculpted testosterone walking past them with alcohol-laden drinks.

"Oh yeah, I've fucked lots of guys. Sometimes Derek likes to watch but most of the time he doesn't know. I don't think he'd care if he did. I'm sure most of them think of me as some kind of conquest but I find it amusing how easy they are to control once you get their blood up. It's like their higher brain functions are no longer being serviced. How about you?"

Rachael clearly didn't share Janet's loyalty in marriage... But still it was exhilarating to hear about all of Rachael's escapades. It was strange that she enjoyed the scandalous company of one so much younger than herself. "Maybe I just want to live vicariously through this young little minx?" Janet thought to herself. If Janet couldn't have the sex life she desired so badly, she could at least hear about someone else's. Out loud she said:

"Oh, I haven't really been with anyone since I married Miles..." She let her tone drift off.

"Wow! All that time? Girl you need to get laaaaiiid!" Rachael said with a grin. God her teeth were perfect.

"I do get laid! Me and Miles are... Active." That last word hung in the air. Even Janet wasn't convinced. Birthdays and holidays were the norm, and even then getting less frequent over the last few years. He'd gone to bed early on her last birthday, leaving her horny and frustrated.

"Look, all I know is there's a hunger in your eyes whenever one of these hunks walked past."

Janet was silent at that. Was she that obvious?

"Black guys are my favourite." Rachael continued, "It's true what they say, once you go black..."

Their conversation continued on in that fashion. Janet was quietly thrilled at all of Rachael's raunchy stories and secretly wished it was her in some of them. They eventually finished lunch and Janet returned to her seminars. A few days later the conference ended. Rachael and Derek didn't live in San Francisco but Derek had fairly regular travel there on business, so they agreed that the next time he travelled out in a few weeks, Rachael would tag along and she'd come have dinner and stay the night with Janet and Miles. 

While Janet was at work a few days later she couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to Rachael's comments about black guys and her other stories. She knew a black guy at work, Jackson. He'd been at the firm for maybe a year? Janet hadn't really spoken to him that much or had need to other than a few civil greetings and small talk in passing. She knew he was single, she'd overheard several of the secretaries in the building gossiping about his precocity in the bed room. More than one of them had been seen sitting funny after certain weekends, much to their laughter. An idea grew in Janet's mind, a nasty, dirty idea. But she knew if she didn't do SOMETHING to alleviate her growing libido that she would burst! She called up Rachael a few days before she was due to arrive. They discussed last minute details, what would Rachael like for dinner, the usual natter. Then Janet worked up the courage to ask her:

"So, um, I've been thinking a lot about what you said about black guys and how you don't mind getting some... 'Enjoyment' when Derek isn't around. I know a black guy at work who's...Handsome. Would you mind if I invited him to dinner? If you guys hit it off maybe you could have some fun, if not then it will just be a nice dinner?" Janet gulped and waited several agonising seconds for Rachael to respond. What was Janet doing?! Why is it so important to her to set Rachael up with Jackson? What difference will it honestly make if two strangers get it on in her house? Hers and MILES' house?

"Oh Janet, you sly thing you! Are you trying to be my pimp?!" Janet heard 

Rachael laugh her infectious giggled down the phone. "Sure! Sounds like it would be fun!" Janet released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

Janet asked Jackson to dinner the next day. While she didn't spell out exactly what she thought might happen she did emphasise that her hot, young, blonde friend would also be attending. 

"No, yeah it sounds like might be fun. Thank you very much for your invitation, I'd love to come over." Jackson had a look in his eye for the briefest of moments, like he wanted to wink at Janet, but he didn't. Janet wondered if he got invited to "dinner" often? She wouldn't blame other people; Jackson was practically a god amongst men. At least 6', he wore a form fitting shirt and tie and you could tell that there was rippling muscle beneath. He had short black hair and piercing brown eyes. Either way she left him with her heart pounding and a building sense of anticipation.

The weekend finally arrived and Rachael arrived first via taxi. Between them Janet and Miles they had a decent income and were able to afford a good sized house. Enough for three guest rooms spread out over a wide area. 

Rachael was introduced to Miles and given the tour. Miles seemed bemused at this bubbly twenty something that didn't seem to share anything in common with his wife, but Janet had clearly missed her. Rachael was savvy enough to keep the conversation timid around Miles, but she was just as flamboyant and witty regardless. It wasn't long after that that Jackson arrived. If Miles suspected anything by his wife inviting this tall, handsome black man to their home he didn't show it. Janet had lied and said he was new in her department and wanted him to feel comfortable so he could come to her for anything. He'd dressed in a smart casual shirt and jacket and brought a nice bottle of wine. Janet introduced Jackson to Rachael and you could almost feel the electricity in the air. Needless to say they got along well, laughing at each other's jokes.

Miles may have been a bore in the bedroom lately but he was still a good cook. The food went down a treat and the wine flowed freely. A little too freely in Miles' case, as he said he felt unwell and excused himself to bed quite early on. Janet had 'accidentally' kept her husband's cup full so that he would go to bed early. Janet didn't need to worry about him seeing anything he was not supposed to as she knew he would be out like a light and would not notice her absence if she decided to stay up and "monitor" their guests... It wasn't long after that Janet excused herself, claiming that she too intended to go to sleep, and left Rachael and Jackson to get better...Acquainted. Janet did indeed go upstairs and get ready for bed, dressing herself in a light night gown. But instead of actually sleeping, she headed across the landing towards the guest bedrooms and hid herself in the closet adjacent to the rooms. She wouldn't be able to see anything directly but she might be able to get close enough to listen in.

After Janet excused herself and wished them good night, Rachael and Jackson were left alone. They shared a knowing look and held each other's gaze, but continued with their polite conversation for a time. Eventually Rachael casually mentioned:

"So... What would you like to do now? I guess you're tired, perhaps we should retire for the night as well?" She coyly ran her finger around the edge of her wine glass as she spoke, the prospect of getting fucked by this powerful man was racketing up her arousal, combined with the pleasant buzz she had from the wine. Jackson smiled, turning into a knowing grin and a raised eye brow. 

"I think you know exactly what I want to do now. Our hostess is no prude; she knew all along what was going to happen tonight!"

Janet heard muffled laughter from her hiding spot in the closet, and then shifting and Rachael and Jackson came upstairs, passed the closet and into a bedroom. They walked right past the closet, and she could see their silhouettes through the gaps in the door. She was afraid to make a sound in case she was discovered. Afraid! Why was she afraid? This was her own house! Janet thought admonishingly to herself. And yet here she was, cowering in her own closet like some child afraid of getting their hand caught in the cookie jar!

Rachael and Jackson disappeared into one of the guest rooms next to the closet and closed the door behind them. Into the same room together! This was it! Janet felt her heart begin to beat faster, her head become slightly lighter and the area between her legs get warmer with a rush of blood. She pressed her ear against the closet wall eagerly. At first she heard nothing and as the minutes began to lengthen still she heard nothing. She began to feel a bit silly, stood there with her head against the wall. What if they'd just gone to sleep? What if they'd drank too much? The idea of slinking out of her closet unfulfilled left a bad taste in Janet's mouth. But then she heard it, a moan. Soft at first, almost imperceptible but as the seconds passed there was another, and another louder and louder still. Janet was glad Miles had drunk so much, and that the main bedroom was on the other side of the house! The moaning intensified and there was definitely panting now. Janet heard a series of short hard smacks punctuated by squeals from Rachael and then she could hear Rachael rasping hushed yet urgent words between the moans and panting; "Shit! Fuck me! Harder!" A few moments later there was a repetitive slapping sound; Janet envisioned sweaty flesh writhing against each other and then a long drawn out "Oh gaaaawwwd!" erupted from Rachael over the sound of the slapping through the wall.

Rachael and Jackson continued on for what felt like an eternity, not that Janet was complaining. She'd reached down beneath her night gown and found her swollen, aching clit, rubbing it furiously to the sounds of her friends' carnal lust in the next room. Janet tried to envision what that black cock felt like, sliding into her pussy, filling up her friend and stretching her to breaking point and she began to breathe heavily herself. Rachael's moans had become cries by now, guttural, like the sounds an animal would make during mating, primal. Oh how Janet wished she could see! She had toyed with the idea of installing a hidden camera, but she didn't know how Rachael would feel about that and besides, Janet wasn't sure which room they would have used. 

After a short while the cries began to die down to softer moans, and eventually they stopped altogether. Janet heard the door open and she withdrew her ear from the wall and saw Jackson walking past towards the direction of the bathroom. He went in and shut the door behind him. Unsure of what possessed her, Janet decided she needed to see for herself the aftermath. At the very least she needed to check on her friend Rachael, just to confirm her cries weren't from pain! 

As quietly as she could she emerged from the closet. She tip toed to the side to the door frame where Jackson had emerged from, the door was still slightly ajar, and she peeked through. Janet thought she knew what to expect, but what she saw made her take a big gulp and feel a fresh wetness start in her genitals. There was Rachael, her sweet young friend, whom she had invited here tonight, lying on the double bed. Rachael was stark naked, face down and facing away from the door, spread eagle. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed posts with what appeared to be silk scarves. Despite their delicate appearance they were clearly tied very securely. Another silk scarf was around Rachael's head, thoroughly blind-folding her pretty blue eyes. But what drew Janet's gaze so mesmerizingly was the area between Rachael's wide open legs. Her round, pale ass cheeks were slightly red and large hand shaped marks were there from repeated assaults. Janet saw a small tuft of blonde wispy hair protruding from Rachael's pubic mound but otherwise her pussy was clean shaven. 

And what a sight her pussy was! Her vulva and labia lips were red and absurdly puffy, still spread wide, agape, from whatever gargantuan invader had just recently vacated her most private space. Janet could see inside Rachael's violated pussy, a sweet shade of deep pink, wet and glistening from her own free-flowing juices but also from the large load of white sticky semen slowly leaking from her entrance. Janet didn't think a man could produce that much semen in a single go! It was running down Rachael's mound and pooling on the bed beneath that soft, wispy pubic hair. The puckered bud of Rachael's asshole was also glistening slightly. Janet spotted a small tub of Vaseline on the night stand; she guessed Jackson had pre-lubricated her asshole before leaving for the bathroom. Rachael wasn't seriously going to let him fuck her up the ass?! From the state of her violated pussy Janet doubted anyone could take something like that up their ass.

Janet, still swallowing hard and trying to process the scene of her friend, so utterly vulnerable and obviously used, backed slowly away from the door. Before she could turn to face her way back to her hiding place, one large strong black hand reached around and clamped itself around her mouth. Janet nearly screamed but she heard Jackson begin to hoarsely whisper in her ear:

"I'm not going to hurt you. I know what you just saw, and I know what you want." Janet felt Jackson's other hand snake around the front of her body, underneath her gown and found her wet, aching pussy. His fingers probed her vulva lips gently, teasing out some of her wetness, coating his fingers with it. She felt her body responding to his touch and his hot breath in her ear, her nipples hardening against the soft fabric of her gown and then she felt something grow and harden into the small of her back. 

Without even seeing it she could tell his cock was huge!

"I've just fucked your friend, and now I'm going to fuck her again up the ass. You're going to watch and if you're a good girl I'll fuck you once I'm done with her." 

With that Jackson let go of her mouth and his other hand, disappointingly, left her crotch. She turned around and looked up at him, not sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Jackson had a shit-eating grin on his face, smugly sure of which she'd end up preferring. Her ire quickly disappeared as her gaze fell down across his trim, muscled abdomen to his crotch and her hazel eyes widened. His cock WAS massive! Not just in length but in girth! She suspected if she reached out and grasped it her demure hand wouldn't reach all the way around its base! Rachael had had THAT in her pussy?! And now she was going to have it pushed up her asshole?! Janet hoped Rachael had practiced with a horse dildo prior to coming over tonight! Not losing his grin, Jackson gestured towards the door; "Shall we?"

Janet gingerly entered the room, the scent of sweat and sex was strong inside. Jackson followed her inside and moved a cushioned chair that had been in the corner of the room to the center near the bed. 

"If you're going to watch you might as well have a good view." He chuckled to himself. 

"Rachael, Janet has decided to join us. You don't mind if she watches this next bit do you?"

"Oh no, sure baby she can help herself. It's about time she had some fun!" Rachael chimed from behind her blind fold. She still sounded slightly dazed.

Jackson grinned at Janet again, winked, and got onto the bed, on top of Rachael. Janet sat in the chair and parted her legs slightly, her hand already reaching down, her pussy ready for the coming show. Jackson was right; she would have a good view. Rachael's wrists and ankles were still tied to the bed, her legs wide open, her pussy still swollen and glistening from her last abuse. Jackson positioned himself over her, his longer legs either side of hers, half standing on the mattress using his arms to support his weight. His massive cock was now fully erect, it seemed even larger than a few moments before in the corridor, and was pointing straight towards Rachael's waiting asshole. Janet couldn't believe such a massive organ would fit into such a tiny hole, Rachael's puckered brown star so small and tight compared to the bulbous glans about to penetrate it. Jacksons cock was still slick and glistening with Rachael's juices from the pussy fucking, and so Jackson began to slowly, inexorably, lower himself down. 




A Dinner Party to Remember



Janet saw Jackson's large cock head touch Rachael's asshole. She heard her let out a slight sigh as she tried to relax against the coming onslaught. The puckered star would not yield, the glans of his cock laughably huge compared to what it was pressing again. Slowly, gently, Jackson lowered more of his weight down, letting gravity do its work. Janet saw Rachael's sphincter start to buckle under the assault. The tight ring of muscle was opening slowly but surely to the massive invader. Janet heard Rachael suck in a breath through gritted teeth, before forcing herself to let it out, deliberately. Jackson stopped, his glans barely half way past her anal entrance. Rachael breathed deeply for a few seconds, before Janet saw her nod and started to push back against Jackson. Before long his cock head was past the first hurdle, and Janet could see inch after midnight black inch of Jacksons cock slide up Rachael's anal tunnel. Rachael started to moan, softly at first. She was still breathing heavily in and out with the occasional squeak of pain, adjusting to the massive girth pushing its way insistently into her inner depths, but Janet was definitely hearing arousal in her voice as well now. After at least thirty long seconds Janet saw Jackson's heavy balls come to rest on Rachael's pussy. His entire dong was now firmly implanted in Rachael's rectum! His glans must surely be in her intestine by now! If she wasn't lying down Janet suspected she'd see Rachael's stomach would be distended by the invader. 

Almost as slowly as he'd entered, Jackson withdrew his entire length. It was just as obscene seeing it come out as it had been going in! Janet watched Jackson's wide long black POLE emerging effortlessly from Rachael's backside, hard and unyielding in the low light. And then, much more rapidly than at first, Jackson slid his dong back inside her. Janet couldn't see her face but she could imagine the look on Rachael's face, mouth open eyes wide as she felt him plunge back up her anus, her sphincter offering no resistance now, tightly wrapped around dark skin. This time there was definitely a moan from Rachael. Jackson took this as confirmation that he could increase the tempo, withdrawing his entire length to the tip and thrusting back in again faster than before, and again, and again. By now Janet was furiously fingering herself as her friends renewed moans and cries of pleasure and pain grew, watching Jackson's girth stretching her wide, disappearing into her bowels. Rachael moaned and cried out with each increasingly frequent thrust, she started speaking each time she could feel his whole schlong inside her;

"Ugh, shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Yeah! Fuck Me! Fuck my ass! I *pant* don't *pant* want to *pant* be able to *pant* sit for *pant* a week!"

This triggered something deep within Jackson as he now went full speed, jack hammering Rachael's asshole with as much force as he could. Rachael's cries became those guttural squeals again, both of them delirious with pleasure, two animals fucking their brains out, heavy balls slapping against her pussy, sweaty skin slapping against her ass cheeks, Janet catching brief glimpses of the ginormous cock vacating her anal channel before being thrust violently back into her bowels. Janet lost track of time, bringing herself to orgasm at the erotic coupling at least twice, but after a while Jackson buried himself as deep as he possibly could in Rachael's rump, let out a triumphant grunt and held himself inside her. Janet saw Rachael spasming and wriggling underneath him, pushing up her ass and gyrating into him, wanting him to empty himself as deeply within her as he could. Rachael's cries reached their own crescendo before subsiding. Janet could see Jackson's balls shrink and contract as they unburdened themselves into Rachael's abused asshole.

Slowly, delicately, Jackson withdrew his massive cock from Rachael's rectum. Janet watched in awe as his cock emerged, a thick line of semen drooling from its head, its destination buried deep within Rachael's assailed pucker. Her asshole was red and gaping, a black hole into her body left ruinously and ridiculously open by the invader.

Unfortunately (or fortunately for Janet, depending on how you looked at it!) Jackson was utterly spent after two rounds with Rachael. Both he and she were exhausted and Jackson promptly went to his own room to sleep. Janet was disappointed, but understood. Still, she had much unresolved passion and attempted to wake Miles to attend to it, but his snores were barely interrupted. Janet eventually fell asleep, horny and empty. 

In the morning they all shared breakfast and the usual pleasantries. Jackson thanked them for a lovely evening and drove home and Rachael (walking slightly funny, Miles oblivious to the barge pole of a cock that had been inside her pussy and anus just last night) got a taxi back to the hotel where Derek was staying so that they could fly home. Janet went back to work the following week and settled back into her usual routine. But nothing would be the same again. The dinner party had awoken something deep within her. She knew now the fleeting pedestrian sex with Miles would never satisfy her again.



A Dinner Surprise



Marcia came home from work to find Frank on the computer. "Hi babe," she said, as she gave Frank a quick kiss. 

"What do you want to do for dinner?" Frank asked.

"You," Marcia smiled.

"Seriously?" Frank asked with an anxious tone in his voice.

"Of course I want to do you babe. I'm not hungry for dinner yet, but I am hungry for you," Marcia said and again smiled playfully. "Let's spice things up a bit. You've always said you can be a little kinky, but I've never really seen that side of you. Let's do what I want to do for once."

"What do you have in mind?" he inquired.

"I want you to go into your room your room and take off all of your clothes, and wait for me on your bed" she ordered. "I'm going to call the shots tonight."

Frank nodded and quickly went to his room to strip. He felt his cock perk just a bit as he wondered what his girlfriend had in store for him.

Marcia soon showed up and handed him a blindfold to put on. "Put this on and wait patiently until I return. I'll be right back. You're going to feel better than you've ever felt before," she told him.

Marcia left the room to put on some black lingerie that she had bought. She returned to the room carrying a bag full of toys and set them near the bed. She climbed the bed and kissed Frank. "Here I'm going to handcuff your hands behind your back," Marcia told him. The smell of her perfume and the kiss turned him on even more, as his cock became rock hard. Frank had always wondered what it would be like to be handcuffed.

"You like that, huh?" she teased. "You'll like this even more." Marcia began licking the sides of Franks cock. Frank groaned and tried to angle his cock into her mouth. She continued to tease his cock and then licked his balls. Finally, she took his entire cock in her mouth. She could taste his sweet precum, as he was so hard. She began stroking his cock while she began licking his balls again. She licked lower and lower until she finally began licking his butthole.

"Marcia, what are you doing?" he asked worriedly. Frank was nervous, as he couldn't see what she was doing with the blindfold on.

"Shhh," she whispered and continued on licking his asshole. She penetrated his tight hole with her darting tongue. Then she quickly licked her finger and began sucking on his cock again. He moaned in pleasure. She moved her wet finger to his hole and slowly began to push it in. She felt his ass accept her finger and then she began to slowly work her finger in and out. Frank moaned even more. She got nervous that she was doing to good of a job and was about to get him off so she stopped.

"Honey, why did you stop?" Frank complained.

"I'm not done with you yet. Be patient," she ordered. She got off the bed and pulled a 7-inch dildo out of her bag. She covered it with chocolate syrup and then wiped her hands clean on the towel. She kissed Frank again. "Are you ready baby? Open up," Marcia directed.

Frank opened his mouth and Marcia inserted the dildo into his mouth. Frank tasted the chocolate so he didn't immediately realize what he had in his mouth. He loved chocolate so he sucked and sucked to get at the chocolate. Marcia slowly pushed the dildo deeply into his mouth. Frank started to gag a bit. He suddenly realized that he didn't have a chocolate bar in his mouth, but it was a dildo! He tried to scream, but couldn't with the dildo gagging him.

Marcia could tell Frank was unnerved. "Baby, baby, it's okay. I won't hurt you. Suck the chocolate off baby. You look so hot right now!" Marcia whispered. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you eat my pussy." She took the dildo away from his mouth. 

This whole encounter had her pussy soaking wet. Marcia put on her favorite strap on harness. She smiled as the harness's internal dildo slid into her pussy. She locked the outer strap on in place and generously covered it with lubricant. She climbed onto the bed and moved a pillow under Frank's ass.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Frank asked. He was growing increasingly nervous as he was still handcuffed and blindfolded. He wasn't happy at all that Marcia made him suck a dildo. 

"You'll be okay baby. Just calm down," Marcia instructed him. "The best is yet to come."

She then leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. She greedily swallowed the precum off of his cock. She then positioned her dildo and began to push it into his ass. "Relax for me baby. That's it. Good boy," she encouraged him. She waited for his ass to adjust before inserting it all the way.

She began to work her cock in and out of his ass. "Mmmm," Frank moaned. "Oh honey."

She continued to work his ass and then began to stroke his cock. Frank began to moan louder and louder until he shot his load all over his body. He nearly hit his own face.

"That away baby. Good boy," Marcia hummed. Marcia took off the strap on and climbed onto Frank's chest until her pussy was in front of Frank's face. Frank could smell the pungent aroma of her pussy. Frank pushed his nose into her pussy and began to lick her. Frank slowly increased the speed he licked her clit until Marcia began crying aloud. Frank licked as fast as he could until she finally screamed in pleasure.

Marcia waited a minute to recover before she finally uncuffed Frank and took off his blindfold. Frank saw the dildo lying on the bed.

"I can't believe you made me suck that dildo Marcia," Frank exclaimed.

"I can't believe how well you sucked it Frank. That was so hot. I just can't wait until you do it again. I love you," Marcia affectionately told him. They quickly fell asleep. 



A Dinner To Remember



scarlet knew she was asking for trouble but couldn't help herself, the thought of his hands on her drove her wild with desire but lately he had been distant and preoccupied so now she was taking action, goading him into reacting.

She stood at her open wardrobe still wet from the shower her towel at her feet, she chose the most revealing outfit she owned knowing that she would look like a whore but she have every intention of living up to the look if only with Connor.

scarlet knew he would be annoyed with her he always hated it when she behaved badly in public believing he had a reputation to uphold as an upcoming business man, but lately all he thought about was his work and she was growing desperate for his attention.

She slipped into the little black dress adjusting her cleavage to get the maximum effect from the cut of the dress and clipped up her hair, after applying her make-up she downed the rest of the glass of tequila that stood on the dresser and rushed to the awaiting taxi.

She found him quickly and easily in the busy restaurant, he was sat in his usual booth towards the rear of the building, he frowned to see her choice of clothing but said nothing, she quickly ordered a double vodka, knocking the drink back, and looking around to see if anyone was watching she quickly slid under the table, and unfastened Connors trousers.

'What the hell are you doing' he hissed embarrassedly as she quickly released his already stiffening cock, flicking the tip with her tongue she ignored his protests and continued to lick and suck his now hard cock under the table in the crowded restaurant.

He fought to control his breathing, clutching the edge of the table knuckles turning white as he nervously scanned the crowd to see if anyone was looking, then he suddenly spotted a regular and rather important client heading in his direction.

'hello Mr Atkins' Conner said fighting to keep his tone even hoping that the overweight balding man would fail to notice the sheen of perspiration he could feel breaking out on his brow or his fiancé avidly blowing him under the table.

Much to Connors dismay Mr Atkins caught sight of a movement that drew his eye to scarlet and a silent grin spread across the older man's face.

'Well' he coughed 'I'll let you get back to your .....Erm...meal please tell your lovely lady friend I said hello when she...when you... erm...see her next and I hope I get the chance to meet her properly soon'

Scarlet had to struggle to suppress a giggle as the pair of shiny black shoes and grey trouser legs walked off.

'Get back up here now' Connor hissed angrily as he fastened his trousers, scarlet slipped back into her seat wiping her grinning mouth on the back of her hand.

'Relax he was jealous as hell you could hear it in his voice' she giggled but Connor was furious.

'Were leaving' he snapped at her motioning to the waiter that they were ready to leave and paying the bill, he grabbed her by the arm half dragging her from the restaurant and around the corner to his car.

Once in the car he turned the stereo up loud his tight grip on the steering wheel beginning to make her as nervous as the speed at which he was driving his anger seemed to make the air throb and catch in her chest, once outside their house he walked round to the passenger side of the car and roughly grabbed her arm dragging her from the car and towards the house her inability to find her keys making still angrier. Once inside as she dropped her bag on the dining table she turned to speak but stopped when she saw the anger in his eyes.

Scarlet turned away searching in her bag for a packet of cigarettes, she didn't hear him approaching behind her.

He grabbed her roughly bending her over the table and pushing her dress up over her arse and pulling her thong to one side he roughly pushed two fingers inside her already dripping pussy.

'If you want to act like a whore then maybe I should treat you like one' he growled making her catch her breath with nervous anticipation.

she pushed back against his fingers groaning to feel them stretch her aching pussy, it had been a while since he had took her this roughly and she really missed it.

scarlet heard the soft sound of his zip then let out a groan as he roughly rammed his cocks full length into her pulling her up by her hair slipping his arm around her pinching her already throbbing clit.

'Tell me how sorry you are or i'll stop' he drawled in her ear as he began to pull out of her.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' she pleaded pushing back onto him 'I'll be good in future I promise please don't stop'

He bent her once again over the table ramming his cock deep and hard into her making her squeal with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she cum soaking his cock with her juices, now that his anger had faded some he pulled out of her and leant against the table.

'Now you can Finnish what you what you started earlier' he said

scarlet sank shakily to her knees taking his still hard cock into her mouth, she could taste herself on him as she licked his cock running her tongue up and down the length of him and flicking the tip with her tongue, teasing him until he grabbed her hair pushing his cock further into her mouth, she gagged struggling to swallow his full load as it shot into her throat.

She sat back on the thick carpet, smiling as he sank into one of the dining chairs, she was so glad she always knew how to get her own way.