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A Little TLC

By: GoddessHathor



It's been a long, frustrating, tiring day. You sit through a long dinner with the boys, wishing you could just get back to the hotel and a nice hot shower, but they keep talking and joking around. Finally, the check comes and you see the end close at hand.

You drive back to the hotel and say your goodnights to your coworkers, thankful to be back at the hotel, and even though you are tired, you wish you weren't going back to an empty room.

You open the door and trudge inside, dropping your laptop case and keys on the table by the door. As you come further into the room, you smell jasmine and lavender. A new smell...wasn't there when you left that morning. Puzzled, you come further into the room and notice a few candles burning around the small space. You see a bottle of chilled wine and two wine glasses sitting on the nightstand. A smile comes to your face as you realize you have a visitor.

Just at that moment, the bathroom door opens to reveal me, dressed in a black lace teddy with a matching sheer black thigh length robe and black thigh high stockings.

I flash you an evil, yet excited grin, and whisper, "Surprise, Handsome!"

You cross the distance between us in a heartbeat, wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight. It feels so wonderful to be in your arms again after so long.

I reluctantly break loose and take your hand.

"You need a night of being spoiled." I lead you to the bed, where I have spread out a few towels to cover the bedspread.

I slowly undress you, letting my fingers trace over your skin very lightly as I lift your shirt over your head. My hands travel down your exquisite body to your jeans. I remove the rest of your clothes without touching you anymore...after all, you've got a long night ahead of you...I want you to enjoy every minute of it.

I direct you to the bed and tell you to lie on your stomach. You look at me questionably, but do as I say. I reach to the nightstand and grab the jasmine scented massage oil from the drawer. Next thing you feel is the coolness of my hands as they slide over your back, rubbing in the sweet smelling oil. I work the strained muscles in your neck, rubbing hard to work out the kinks, moving down to your shoulders.

You close your eyes and sigh. Music to my ears. That sigh tells me you are relaxing. I can feel it in your back, your muscles relaxing, the tense knots disappearing under my fingertips.

I move down your back, carefully, not so much kneading as caressing, letting the oil work into your skin as I move lower to your ass, rubbing the oil between the muscular mounds, causing you to gasp and tense slightly. I smile and repeat the motion, now causing you to groan. A new sensation, but one that is very pleasurable.

It is hard for me to move on, but my plan has a long way to go and I can't be distracted, even though I can feel the heat building within me.

I move down your legs, working the muscles hard again. I memorize each muscle as I work, all the way down to your toes. You start laughing and jerking your legs when I reach your sensitive feet. I make a mental note about ticklish feet with thoughts to future torture and smile.

Once I have massaged every inch of your back, I ask you to roll over. You do so very eagerly and groan, "I thought you'd never ask!" As you situate yourself on your back, I'm overjoyed to see the reaction my attention has drawn. Your beautifully hard cock is standing straight up, almost begging for attention.

Again, I have to be strong and not ruin my plans. I start at your chest, working more oil between my fingers, moving down your arms, your stomach...another mental note...your sides are ticklish too. I work the oil down your stomach to the base of your cock, very careful not to touch the hardness, even though I'm aching to taste you. My fingers slide around your cock, never touching and around to your hips. I then notice that you were holding your breath and released it in a long, disappointed groan once you realized what I wasn't going to do.

I jump up from the bed, wipe what's left of the oil off my fingers and pour us each a glass of wine. I tell you to sit up and offer you the wine. I'm having a hard time standing because my legs are shaking so bad. I don't think I've ever wanted you as bad as I do right now.

I take a huge gulp of the wine, hoping it will calm me down long enough to get through the evening. I ask you to sit and relax while I disappear into the bathroom. You hear the shower start and see steam come wafting out of the bathroom door. Next you see my hand and arm appear from within the bathroom as my finger is motioning you to come to me.

You saunter into the bathroom, hard cock leading the way. It's hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand and not stare at your incredible nakedness. You see the tub filled with hot, steaming water and settle into it, letting the water cover you. You lay your head against the back of the tub and close your eyes, feeling totally relaxed. I wash your hair, your face, and your body in a continuation of the massage. You are almost asleep when I smack you on the stomach playfully and tell you to get your lazy ass out of the tub before you DO fall asleep!  I pat you dry and lead you back into the bedroom. I turn the covers down and you crawl into bed, lying on your back.

I crawl in next to you and lay my head on your chest, listening to your heart beating. You wrap your arm around me and give me a squeeze. I hear you whisper, "Thank you," to the top of my head. I lift my head to look into your eyes and slowly lower my lips to yours. "It was my pleasure," I as my lips touch yours in a soft kiss.

I lay my head back down as my hand caresses your chest and stomach. I hear soft, heavy breathing from you, knowing you have fallen asleep. I smile. The plan worked!

I lift my head and look at you. You look so relaxed, and happy.  I can't help but watch you. My fingers trace your eyebrows, your temple, moving to your hair, your cheek. I can't help myself.

I finally drift off to sleep in your arms, knowing that it will only be a short catnap before I'll be awake again.

I wake up an hour later. I slowly sit up, so as not to disturb you. I move the covers off of you so I have access to your whole wonderful body.

Your cock is soft but still unbelievably tempting. I gingerly move down between your legs and move my tongue over your cock, pulling you into my mouth. Instantly I can feel you getting hard and it's a wonderful feeling! You shift slightly and let out a little moan in your sleep. I smile and continue rolling your semi-hard cock around my tongue. My lips are touching the base of your torso, as you grow larger, and larger. The head of your cock is moving on its own, deeper down my throat. I don't gag; I just relax and let your cock and my tongue do all the work. Your hips are moving in your sleep, slightly pumping your cock up and down. You taste so incredible. 

You groan louder as your cock is now hard as steel and filling my throat. You think you are having a great dream, until you come fully awake and realize its no dream. You gasp when the realization hits you and instantly grab my head and start pumping hard. A shockwave of pleasure hits me when you do, making me throb with wanting you. You feel the pleasure building, can feel the heat rising from deep within. You are thrusting hard and fast in my throat, my groans of pleasure encouraging you. One last thrust and you feel the explosion, can feel my throat constricting around you as you explode deep inside me. I swallow every pulsating drop, sucking on you to draw even the last drop, not wanting to waste any of it.

As soon as the room stops spinning, you immediately start apologizing for being so forceful. I just smile. You watch me slide my hand between my legs. I bring a glistening finger to you lips and rub the moisture along the inside of your lip.

"Does it taste like you need to apologize?"

I lay back down with a cat-ate-the-canary grin on my face and say, "You know, you better get some sleep. You have to be up early." You scowl at the top of my head. I can't see it...but I know its there. "I told you, you are going to be spoiled tonight." 

With your body still throbbing, you fall back to sleep. I listen to your heart beat return to normal and eventually slow as you fall into a deeper sleep.

About ½ hour later, I move down to your cock again, sliding it back into my mouth and bringing it instantly back to life. Within minutes you are hard as steal again and I am smiling. This time, the torture starts!

You awake again, groaning in the sensation my tongue is creating. This time, though, I won't let you control it. I will make you give in to the pleasure and enjoy...if it takes all night!

You try to grab my head, but I pull off and out of your reach. "Uh-huh...not this time. This time will be long, slow and agonizingly pleasurable!" I move off the bed and reach back into the nightstand. It's dark. You can't see what I'm pulling out of my drawer of tricks this time. Until you feel the silky material against your wrist.

You lay calmly as I tie both of your wrists to the bed, giving it a tug to make sure you can't loosen it. I take a quick peek at your face to make sure you are ok with this and I am greeted by an ear-to-ear grin.

I tie a second scarf as a blindfold around your head, making sure my nipples touch your lips as I lean over you. Your lips instantly close around the already hard nipple, your teeth and lips tugging gently.

Now you are totally at my mercy, lying naked and bound in front of me. And I realize that if I don't do something soon to ease my own need, the next touch anywhere on my body will result in an explosive orgasm. I straddle your hips, your cock nestle up against the hot wetness of my pussy. You can feel how much I need you and smile. I lean forward and slide my tongue along your lips. Your tongue reaches out to meet mine, but I stop you, telling you that you can't do anything...nothing...no matter what you feel. You agree and my tongue returns, tracing the outline of your lips, sliding along the inside, around your tongue. I gently suck on your tongue, using the same motions as if I was sucking on your cock. I can feel your hips moving, can feel your cock throbbing hard against my clit. I start rocking my hips as I explore your mouth, rubbing your cock against my sensitive clit.

As I kiss you deeply, I move slightly forward and the head of your cock slides easily inside me. I don't move. I just enjoy the feeling of you inside me, knowing that you are the only one who can make me feel this way. I slowly lower my hips until you are completely filling me. You gasp against my mouth and I see your arms fighting against the bonds. You try to move your hips, but again I tell you no. I'm enjoying the feeling of you inside me, I want to make it last. I finally begin to move, riding you slowly, raising myself until you are completely out of me, and then lowering myself again. Each time you enter me is like a small orgasm building to a huge explosion.

I sit back and watch you as I ride you. I watch the muscles in your arms straining, trying to get loose, I watch your mouth open and close with each down stroke, watch you bite your lip, watch your Adams apple move frantically as you groan.

I can't take anymore and start moving harder and faster, riding you hard until I explode around you. You can feel the spasms on your cock as I cum, almost making you cum.

I move down between your legs once again, knowing that now I can take my time and truly drive you crazy...at least until my need overtakes me again...which it will...

Your cock is glistening with my wetness. My lips slide over the head, my tongue enjoying the taste of the two of us together. I take all of you, making you tense. Once my lips touch the skin around the base of your cock, I stop and hold you there, making swallowing motions so my throat is constricting around you, then slowly slide back up again.

While I'm tormenting your cock, my hand is massaging your thighs, moving to your balls and gently massaging them as well. You feel me get up off the bed and ask me where I'm going. I giggle when I hear the note of frustration and worry in your voice.

I rub some of the massage oil on my hands and move back to the bed. I take you in my mouth with force, making you inhale sharply, and fuck you hard with my mouth and throat. My hand slides under you and massages your ass. You still for a moment when you feel my fingers slide easily between the mounds of your ass.  I feel your hesitation and whisper, "Trust me."

You instantly relax and let me continue.

As my mouth and tongue are sliding on your cock, my fingers are gently rubbing between your ass cheeks. I find the sensitive opening and circle my finger around the rim. I can feel your cock grow even harder in my mouth as the incredible dual sensations overcome you.  I slow my mouth and tongue because I can sense that you are extremely close to cumming and I'm not finished yet!

I pull off of you and just let my tongue move on your cock, circling the head and then licking from top to bottom and then back up again. My finger still gently caressing and adding gentle pressure.

I'm watching you the whole time, though you are so lost in the feeling, you wouldn't notice even if you weren't blindfolded. This is what I wanted. I wanted you to let go and know that its ok. It's more than ok. It turns on every switch I've got, until I am throbbing so hard, I can feel my juices dripping down my leg.

I let my tongue circle around the head of your cock one last time before I thrust you deep in my throat in one quick thrust. At the same time, I slide my finger inside you, causing you to buck your hips hard off the bed, which pushes you even deeper in my throat. I hold you there, not moving my mouth or my finger, letting you get used to this new feeling before I move.

Your hips lower slightly and I hear an animal growl come from deep within you, your cock throbbing hard against my tongue. I slowly slide my finger out and once again circle the rim gently. I swallow your cock once more, knowing that you are ready to explode. I slide my finger inside you once more and this time, slide it in and out with the same rythym that my mouth is moving on you. I can hear the material of the scarves ripping as you tear your arms free and instantly I feel your fingers in my hair, pushing my head hard down on you.

I'm groaning against your cock, the vibrations causing even more sensations to drive you wild. You are grunting with each thrust of your cock, a gutteral, animal sound that hits the very center of my being, telling me that you are out of control, letting the sensations drive you.

You thrust hard one last time as I feel your cum shoot down my throat with incredible force. You are holding my head so hard and tight against you that I can't breath, but I don't care...I just want more of you....

I feel your grip loosen and your hand drop to your sides. I slide up your body until we are nose to nose and I'm looking into your incredibly beautiful eyes. You don't say anything, but your kiss tells me everything. I lay my head on your chest and smile, satisfied with how my plan worked.

Then a smile comes to my lips as I think how much fun I'm going to have waking you up for work in just a few short hours.....

A Little Too Much



There was a bang and the front door opened. Michelle staggered through the door struggling now to keep her balance in her knee high boots; she was laughing and obviously very flirtatious now she was drunk. She staggered to her couch and sat, her tight skirt working its way up her thighs more and more as she slouched there.

"You opening that bottle of wine then?" 

She cast her eyes over to Mark who was sneering at her and seemed to be finding her state very funny.

"Yeah, go on then we can have more."

Mark moved into the kitchen and opened the new bottle of wine. All night he had been thinking how good Michelle had looked, always wondering what it would be like to touch her. As he poured the glasses his mind was racing with the image of her slouched there drunk and openly flirting with him; maybe he would have a go...

Mark wandered back in the front room, wine glasses in his hand. He sat down close to Michelle who was lying there, legs slightly open, giggling and altering her top, revealing more cleavage. Mark could help looking as she did this, loving the view he got. She glanced over and caught him looking

"Oh, you like what see?"

"What?" replied Mark starting to turn red.

"You like my tits? You can't take your eyes off them, they turn you on?"

"I, I, hey what are you doing?" 

Michelle's hand had wandered onto Mark lap and was rubbing his crotch stroking, feeling his cock grow to her touch 

"You like this don't you?" 

She reached down and started to unzip his jeans, pulling out his cock, which was now almost fully erect in her hand. 

"What you doing? We can't do this here, lets move into the bedroom." 

As Mark started to stand Michelle pushed him back down and lowered herself down; her lips tenderly touched the top of his cock, slowly taking him in her mouth. "OOOOHH god that's good!"

Mark thought he was going to explode as she slowly sucked him off, taking his full length deep in her throat; just as he was about to cum she stopped. 

"HEY what you doing? You can't just stop like that!!!" 

"Yes I can. It's not right what we was doing; I won't do it." 

She slowly sat back watching him put himself away and watching his face slowly return to his natural colour. As the night went on the atmosphere grew less and less tense, Michelle still flirting, drinking another three-quarters of a bottle of wine. It was only when Mark went to use the bathroom did the real fun begin, well at least for Mark!

As Mark returned to the room after relieving himself, he sat back down and waited for Michelle to pass him back his wine 

"Oy, come on I want my drink!"

There was no answer. Mark leaned over and prodded Michelle in the ribs, knowing she was ticklish there; still nothing. He leaned over and looked; there she was, eyes shut, completely out of it. Mark looked and slowly he laid her down on the couch. As he did so he could see more and more of her thigh. He couldn't help but run his hand up.

"Michelle, Michelle?" 

No reply. Mark's hand moved up further; Michelle's legs dropped open. Mark could see straight up her lovely French knickers, the only thing stopping him from seeing her pussy. Mark had quickly decided there was no turning back now. He bent down in between her limp thighs, hands now firmly holding her tight ass cheeks, Mark slowly running his tongue down the inside of her thigh. Michelle laid there unmoved.

After much caressing and kissing of Michelle's thighs he started to rub her pussy through the lacy French knickers. It didn't take much; very quickly the moisture was easy to feel and there was a strong smell of her juices. Mark slowly moved the knickers to one side revealing her sweet pussy, running one finger up the side of her lips. Mark knew he would enjoy pounding her; he slowly pushed in the finger, sliding it in and out, finger fucking her pussy as she laid there completely out cold and at his will. Once he was certain she was wet and ready and was sure she was out for the count Mark lifted Michelle's limp body in his arms, enjoying the feel of power he had over her, and carried her into the bedroom. Her arm hung limp from her body, head flopped back, mouth slightly open. He placed her on the bed, her legs open.

Moving up to her chest Mark pulled off the tight fitting top revealing her large breasts covered by a matching red lace bra. Leaning over, the bra clip at the front was undone letting her tits burst free. It was now Mark could hold himself no longer; stripping quickly, he stood over her, his penis hard and fully erect at seven inches.

"I'm going to finish what you started earlier love."

With that Mark moved close pushing his cock into her unresisting mouth. Slowly at first he fucked her mouth, causing no response from the prone Michelle. It was only when he picked up the force did she gag a little. It didn't take long before Mark was ready to explode, pulling out just in time to blow his load over her lips and then onto her large chest! 

Mark was not for stopping with just a go in her mouth. While he was getting hard again he pulled off the tight short denim skirt and then ripped the French knickers off, which caused Michelle to flinch slightly. Her pubic hair was trimmed nicely into a small triangle above her pussy. Rubbing her lips quickly revealed that out or not she was enjoying this; she was soaking with juices. Now fully hard again, Mark eased into position, spreading her lovely thighs open and guiding his cock into her wet, warm pussy. He could feel how tight she was. Pumping her body, her tits bounced with the impact of his cock; her head rocked from side to side. There were little groans now coming from the unconscious Michelle as Mark moved his hands up, holding her throat as he pounded her pussy. He could feel her pussy tighten and her whole body stiffen; she was actually coming as he used her! As she came her eyes opened; she was breathing heavily as Mark's hard cock slammed into her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, GOD, FUCK ME NOW!!" 

Looking into her face Mark pumped her faster now, holding her throat. Her orgasm intensified and then as quickly as she started she was gone again, limp and only moving to the rhythm of the cock that was impaling her. 

It only took another 5 minutes or so of pounding her tight pussy before Mark groaned loudly as he shot his second load of cum into her tight hole; the second wave was aimed again at her tits. Content for now, Mark found the handcuffs that she had teased him about having on an earlier night out. Firmly securing her to the bed head with two pairs of handcuffs Mark went into the front room and slept...

To be continued...

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A Little Treat



Okay, I'm being bad with this one. This story crosses several genres, plus the occasional moral 'line in the sand'. It takes place in a fantasy world where, among other delusions, Sexually Transmitted Diseases are unheard of. My caveat to you is the obvious one: Kids, don't try this at home – or anywhere else.

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"... and you can reach me on my cell if you need me. Brenda and I are trying out a new club downtown. I probably won't be back until late, so don't wait up, okay? Just make sure everything is locked up before you go to bed. I have my key. Sleep tight, and I'll see you in the morning."

Those luminous emerald eyes, cat's eyes, beheld me once again. They captivated me so effortlessly, set beneath immaculately-groomed, pencil-thin, high-arched brows, framed by long, thick, curled eyelashes. I had watched her, sat by her side, as she made up those eyes. Three coats of Blackest Black mascara. Slashes of Jet Black liquid liner, above and below, extending beyond the corners of her eyes. Moss Green shadowed lids, fading to pearlescent white just below the brows.

Those provocative, smoldering eyes perched atop the highest, most prominent cheekbones one could possibly imagine. A darker, contouring blush below the bone, with pearlescent white above, enhanced their definition. The cheeks curved inward, then flared to a firm, sculpted jawline. Plush, bee-stung lips glistened in gloss-enhanced Raven Red.

That most perfect face was framed by a full, fluffy mane of thick copper curls which draped over her shoulders and softly caressed her mid-back. The long, graceful neck segued into the kind of 38-24-37 fantasy body porn stars pay thousands to achieve. That body was poured into a stretchy green satin tank dress which hugged her curves like wet tissue. The deeply-scooped sweetheart neckline with its built-in underwired cups revealed the chasm of cleavage created by her firm, round D-cup breasts. The little sheath's scandalous hemline paid lip service to covering the welts of her sheer black stockings and the garter tabs that held them in place. The stockings caressed her long, shapely dancer's legs from sheer toe to high on her firm, generous thigh.

That five-foot-six walking wet dream was now an even six feet, set high atop green patent ankle-strap sandals with Lucite platform soles and towering Lucite stiletto heels. The wet-look Raven Red finger- and toenails were a perfect compliment to those full lips. Oversized gold hoops dangled from her earlobes. Gold rings adorned several fingers on each hand, plus two toes on each foot. Conspicuously absent from the third finger of her left hand were the wedding band and matching solitaire, replaced by a simpler, less symbolic costume ring. The seductive scent of Obsession wafted about her, completing the picture.

"Of course," she purred, delicately tracing one elegant fingernail down my chest, "I would be happy to wake you and give you a little treat when I get in. Would you like that?"

As if there could be any doubt. I swallowed hard and nodded dumbly. She smiled sweetly at my response, delicately placing one hand to my right cheek and softly kissing the left.

"Okay, Baby," she trilled. "I'll see you later then. Take care."

She pivoted gracefully on her toes and strutted out the door, undulating her hips provocatively. Although her tush always swayed attractively as she walked, I knew she was putting a little extra wiggle in her walk for my benefit. I appreciated that, as the hardness in my jeans attested. She waved and smiled as she slipped into Brenda's car. Then, they were gone.

A little treat. I knew what that meant. Sometime in the wee hours between midnight and dawn, she would slip into my room, a little drunk and disheveled. She would climb into my bed, kissing me softly and stroking my face and hair to awaken me. Then she would kneel astride my face and lower her naked pussy to me. I would suck on her nether lips, swallowing the aromatic blend of pussy juice and thick, ropy wads of spunk she expelled into my mouth. Then, I would delicately lap inside her with my tongue, cleansing her slavishly. Once finished with this task – and having enflamed her libido once again – I would turn my attention to her hyper-sensitive clit. At the same time, I would use a finger to stimulate her G-spot and perhaps her anus. If she achieved anything less than six orgasms before she collapsed, sated, I considered it a personal failing.

Afterward, she would cuddle up beside me and tell me all about the man – or men – who had taken her that night, how big they were, what they had done to her, and how she had felt. All the while, she would be stroking my shaft, urging me on, until I exploded all over her hand and my abdomen. She would scoop up as much of my cum as she could and feed it back to me, then have me lick her hand clean. Finally, she would tuck me in, kiss me good night, then slink down the hall to her own bedroom. She had never slept with me, nor had sex with me in the traditional sense. She told me that would have been wrong.

Cuckold. The word echoed down the long, dark passages of my mind as I gazed at the empty spot down the street where I had last viewed Brenda's tail lights. I knew what the word meant; I had looked it up on the Merriam-Webster web site. I had certainly read about it in high school English and American literature. Cuckold. That didn't apply to me, did it? I mean, sure, she was cuckolding my father, gone on another of his seemingly-endless business trips. But a mother can't cuckold her own son – can she?

We were not one of those laughably dysfunctional families you see on television. My father was the CEO - and best salesman – of a medium-sized manufacturing company. He was a good, if not overly affectionate provider. He and his wife had a nice home in an affluent suburb, a stable relationship, and one child – me. My family belonged to a posh country club and had a lifetime health club membership. Mom and I used the latter regularly to keep fit and toned. My father did not use it at all, and it showed. 

My parents had met in college. Well, he was in college. She was dancing at a local gentlemen's club to put herself through Cosmetology School. He and a group of his fraternity brothers had visited one Saturday night. He saw her. She danced for him, first at their table, then privately in the Champagne Room. He bragged about the family firm and that his future was pre-ordained. Sparks flew, and yadda-yadda-yadda.... 

She got knocked up. Even he didn't know how old she actually was until then. Mom called it 'plausible deniability'; no one would have to know she was jailbait as long as he slipped that ring on her finger. The couple had danced around the subject of her background when he presented her to his parents. Dad graduated and went to work for my grandfather in the 'family firm'. They all lived happily ever after – sort of.

After my birth, Mom took enthusiastically to her dual roles of mother and trophy wife. Apart from her fitness regimen, she sweet-talked her husband into paying for a few surgical 'tweaks' over the years to keep her looking as good – or better – than she had when they first met. The new boobs and buns came early on. Even her staunchest critics agreed they looked really good. She was never adverse to flaunting them, either. You always hear men talk of their wives appearing ten years younger than their actual age. By the time she reached her thirties, with the right makeup and clothes, Mom could still pass for a sensual, exotic twenty-year-old. Even her name – Marilynn – evoked images of wanton lust and desire.

She wouldn't have minded that image a bit. She was always uninhibited, on the exhibitionistic side – at least, when my father wasn't around. I grew up believing it was perfectly natural for a boy to view his mother naked, fresh from the shower, as she painted her fingernails and toenails, did her makeup and hair and dressed for her day. That was what she wanted me to believe. She and I had always been that close – much closer than I had ever been to my stiff, aloof, overly-formal father.

What is it about corporate life that seems to lobotomize otherwise healthy, well-adjusted males? Once he became entrenched in the fast track, my father suddenly decided he had a certain image to cultivate and maintain. By extension, his wife did too; she had to become the perfect little corporate spouse. Mom loved my father, but that oh-so-proper image chafed at her spirit. She and I used to talk about it. She told me how much she wished she could just cut loose and be a shameless hussy once in a while, but my father would never understand, much less approve. In fact, he bought the clothes he wanted to see her in on the occasions when they went out together. It was always tasteful and elegant – in an understated way. Apparently, their sex life took on a similar tenor.

Of course, he was on the road a lot. At first, it was two- or three-day trips to places like Grand Rapids, Milwaukee, Corning, and Hutchinson. As the business grew, the destinations became glitzier – and farther away; Los Angeles, New York, London, Bonn, Vienna. He took his wife on some of them (Mom loved Europe), but mostly he went alone – and for a week or more at a time.

That was when Mom got her ya-ya's out. She wanted, needed to be seen, admired, desired for the sensual woman she was in her heart. She had a wardrobe my father didn't know about; lingerie, corsets, shoes, boots, and clothing she had purchased and wore to express her inner self when my father wasn't around. She kept in contact with a coterie of special friends, especially Brenda, a similarly desperate housewife. They would go out in the evening and vent their pent-up frustrations on an evening of drinking, dancing – and more. 

I grew from adolescence into my teen years, then through High School. Mom felt more comfortable sharing that side of herself with me, knowing I would never betray her confidence. What red-blooded boy wouldn't be enthralled by the presence of a drop-dead-gorgeous woman in such close proximity – one who delighted in flaunting her sensuality for such an appreciative audience? It was exactly the kind of attention she craved, even from so young an admirer.

She enlisted me as a co-conspirator in her little tease, asking my opinion of this or that outfit, shoes, even makeup and hair style. I was soon taking a more active role, fastening the band and adjusting the straps on whatever lacy, racy bra she chose to cradle her magnificent mammaries. Mom favored a garter belt and stockings to pantyhose, relating that it made her feel much more feminine. After rolling her stockings up her long, shapely legs, she would allow me to fasten the welts to her garter tabs. On those wicked occasions when she wore seamed hose, I had the pleasure of massaging the stockings around her gorgeous gams to make sure the seams were straight. She would do her makeup and hair – far more provocatively than anything she affected in my father's presence - while I watched, then slip into the dress or blouse and skirt she would wear that evening. I buttoned buttons, zipped zippers, and fastened belts where required.

As if that wasn't enough to get a boy going, the high heels she wore really did it for me. There was nothing subtle about the skyscraper five- and six-inch stiletto-heeled pumps and platform sandals she favored when she really wanted to express her 'inner slut'. That became a high point of our little game. Once she was dressed and made up just so, she would seat herself in her favorite chair in the living room and lit a cigarette, something she only did when she was 'being bad'. While she smoked and gazed bemusedly at me, it was my delight to slip the shoes or boots she had chosen on her feet, then buckle, tie, or zip them snug. As my reward, she would strut about the living room, doing a little 'show' for my appreciation. The sight of her was always as intoxicating as the heady scent of her perfume. My physical reaction kept pace with my emotional one – a fact that was not lost upon her.

All the while she taught me things, life lessons about women's wants, needs, and desires, what they find attractive in a man, how they like to be approached, and how to please a woman both emotionally and sexually. Our special intimacy evolved from that. I asked her one night if she had ever shared her 'special treat' with my father. She just smiled a bit ruefully.

"No, Sweetie," she replied, cuddling a little closer. "It takes a special kind of man to share that level of intimacy with a woman. I love your father to death, but he just isn't that kind of man. You, on the other hand..."

She kissed me softly on the lips.

"... are adventurous, sensitive, considerate, and giving, yet strong and emotionally secure in yourself and your relationships. That makes you everything a girl could ever want. Don't ever lose that."

Thanks to my mother's teachings, I was much better informed about women and sex than any of my friends. Through high school and into my first year of college, I had a series of girlfriends and was intimate with a few. I was developing profoundly in a physical sense, and my sex partners were wild about it. They were cute, and the intimacy was nice, but they were... girls. Compared to the vision of Womanhood I saw at home every day – well, there was no comparison.

Mom did not comment openly about my 'development', but there were little signals she was anything but oblivious to it. When I stood behind her, fastening her bra strap or zipping a zipper, she would back up just a bit. The ever-present bulge in my pants would invariably find its way into the cleft between her butt cheeks. She held it for a moment or two, then moved away. It was such a subtle move, it could have been coincidental, but it happened more than once. Likewise, she sometimes brushed the crotch of my jeans with her hand when reaching for something. She might smile apologetically, but there was a look in her eyes that suggested it hadn't been so accidental – and that she was seeing me in more than a motherly light. 

My nineteenth birthday dinner, celebrated at the country club to which we belonged, was as bland as Dad wanted us all to be. It was held on a Wednesday night, two days before my birthday, because my father had to leave on a business trip the following day and would be gone through the following week. 

I had received acceptances from a half-dozen major universities. We weren't hurting for money; I could have gone pretty much anywhere. It had been my choice to attend a very prestigious local school – and continue living at home. Dad was actually enthusiastic for a change. He could not fault the credentials of their School of Business and had arranged for me to intern as his 'Personal Assistant', thus preparing myself to "hit the ground running" after graduation. 

Why do business people insist on using those old, tired clichés?

After dinner, we adjourned to the bar for after-dinner drinks (Dad thoughtfully ordered a Coca-Cola for me). I endured The Speech – you know, the one where the father tells the son how proud he is that his son is now a man (yeah, Dad; here I sit, nursing my soda, feeling really manly). I was waiting for him to launch into "Son, one of these days, all of this will be yours." I looked at him, then at the handful of stodgy old "regulars" who didn't seem to have anything better to do on a weeknight than come to the club and drink. I wanted to puke. 

Through all of it, my mother beheld me with a knowing smile. The way she gazed at me led me to think she had something to say other than my father's banalities. She would never say so while my father spoke because he hated to be interrupted almost as much as he hated to be corrected. I was looking forward to his departure the next day, so she could share her thoughts with me unhindered.

After a long, frustrating commute, I escaped the expressway madness Friday afternoon, thankful the week was over. I was actually feeling pretty good about being nineteen. It wasn't quite the defining moment eighteen had been, but I would have some time off from work while my father was out of town. There was at least a possibility I could convince my mother to go out with me for a pizza or cheeseburger, just the two of us. That would have meant a whole lot more to me than the stuffy, formal 'event' of two nights previous. 

I came home to discover her dressed to the nines and seated on the couch in the living room. Her sinfully-short black lambskin microskirt was a personal favorite of mine. She had mated it to a matching black lambskin halter-necked vest that revealed the deep valley of her cleavage and most of her back. Her makeup and hair were wickedly overstated in a way that proclaimed she demanded to be the center of attention. She had gotten her nails done, too; fetish-length, gently-curving Raven Red talons with flashy gold nail art that would have given my father fits. The open-toed, stiletto-heeled sandals she wore put her matching sculpted toenails on prominent display, painted the same deep red as her talons and plush, kissable lips. There were drinks on the coffee table before her and she was smoking a cigarette. This was sensory overload! 

I immediately thought Brenda was there. She and Mom often had a drink or two before going out. Any disappointment I might have felt for my own tentative plans was overshadowed by my wish that Mom go out and have a good time.

"Mom?" I inquired hesitantly.

She smiled coyly and shook her head.

"Call me Marilynn," she replied in a seductive purr. "Only my son calls me 'Mom'."

I was confused. If I wasn't her son, who was I?

"Do you have company? Would you like me to come back later?"

She shook her head again and softly patted the empty space next to her.

"Not at all," she cooed. "I've been waiting for you, Michael. My husband is out of town on business tonight. I wanted to spend a little quality time with the other man in my life."

Dazed, I took my seat next to her. I had seen that look in her eyes before – many times. It was that hungry, predatory look she had when she described the men she had had sex with. I was no rocket scientist, but I could see this little scene was not about mother and son. My cock was suddenly getting very uncomfortable in my tight jeans. She raised the two glasses from the table before her, offered me one, then snuggled up next to me. Her drink was scotch on the rocks; her favorite. Mine appeared to be Coke. Oh, joy. One sip told me it was far more than that. 

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, the world I had known did not exist. I was submerged in an alternate reality, where this gorgeous creature and I were meeting for the first time. She refreshed our drinks frequently and smoked while engaging me in conversation that only a man and woman might share. All the while, she gently stroked the back of my neck with her ultra-long, curving crimson talons. The erotic sensation sent chills down my spine.

My beautiful companion revealed intimate details about her former lovers and her relationship with her husband, adding what she had liked and disliked about each, as though I was hearing it for the first time. She asked me about the other women I had been with, expressing no shock to discover I was no longer a virgin.

"I would expect a good-looking guy like you would have to fight them off," she purred, with a seductive smile and wink. 

As she spoke, she devoured me with her eyes. I was already six feet tall, just like my father, but a lot leaner and more muscular. She paid particular attention to the prominent bulge in my jeans. She cocked her head to one side and glanced at me askance, smiling coyly.




A Little Treat



"My, my," she trilled melodiously. "Is that a really, really big mouse in your pocket, or...." 

Mom – Marilynn – knew damn well she could make me hard simply by walking into the room. Her tease made me that much harder.

"You are being rude," she admonished quietly.

"I am?" I replied.

"Yesss," she sighed, glancing at the huge bulge in my jeans. "You haven't introduced me to your friend."

She reached over with both hands, unzipped the zipper and, with difficulty, extracted my rampant rod from its denim prison. Her eyes went wide in disbelief.

"Oh, my... God," she spoke in a near whisper. "I knew you were big, but this...."

She raised her head slightly, gazing at my now-trembling lips through heavy-lidded eyes.

"I think it's time your friend and I got better acquainted," she expressed in hushed tones. "Perhaps on a long-term basis." 

"B-but what about... your husband?" I queried, instinctively staying in character.

"Baby," she sassed, brushing my lips with hers, "he is putting my feet to sleep. He hasn't even touched me in a month. A woman like me has needs and he isn't satisfying them. As far as I am concerned, I am trading up!"

In all my dreams, all my fantasies, I never dared hope it would be this good. The smell, touch and taste of her overwhelmed my senses as she embraced me and attacked my mouth with her probing tongue. She shifted one hand to my exposed shaft and began softly stroking its length. Pre-cum oozed from the tip like a leaky faucet. I slipped one hand up her sinfully-short skirt. Sweet Jesus! Her shaved, pantiless pussy was hot, wet, and completely open to me!

It was instantly clear there would be no foreplay, no gentle caresses this time; we were both too far gone for that. The only 'pillow talk' we would exchange would be the gutter variety. In our frenzy, we were barely able to get my jeans down around my ankles before I was on her, then in her. Her eyes opened as wide as saucers as I slammed my meat into her soaking snatch. The only sound she made was a loud grunt as the impact of my initial thrust expelled all the air from her lungs.

"So fucking hot," I murmured. "So fucking wet. It's like I am nailing a steam pipe."

"Oooo, yeah, Baby," Marilynn cooed. "I am on fire. Fuck me. Rape me. Use my worthless cunt. Make me your whore. Ram your great big fuckstick into my slut hole until I choke on it. Stretch out my cooze until I can't even feel another man! You are all the man I could ever want. Harder. Harder... you... bas...tard...fuck... me...HARDERRRRRRRR!!!!!"

The possessed redhead's body bucked violently beneath me. Her eyes lost focus, staring straight at the ceiling, but seeing nothing. I knew she had been close but had had no idea she had been on a hair trigger. The ecstasy of watching Marilynn plummet into oblivion, knowing I sent her there, pushed me over the edge with her. I flooded her love cave with wave after wave of molten lava.

"Don't stop, Baby," she gasped. "Don't ever stop! I need more of you. I need all of you, everything you have to give."

I didn't stop. My cock was possessed, had a will of its own. It just kept slamming into her pussy, squeezing white cream from our previous orgasm out the sides. I came twice more while we banged on the couch. She came... I dunno, maybe six, seven times. Finally, I shed my shoes, socks, jeans and briefs, then carried her limp form into the master bedroom and lay her carefully on the bed. I allowed her a few minutes to recover her senses while I lit some candles, then refreshed our drinks (I could tell by the smell she had dosed my Coca-Cola with dark, sweet rum; I made another).

She took her drink from me gratefully and sipped while I stood before her, sipping mine. We each placed our drinks on her bedside table. I gently removed her vest and skirt, noting we miraculously had not soiled either during our frenzied sex. I folded them carefully and placed them atop her dresser, vowing we would have use for this particular fetish outfit sooner, rather than later. I approached the bed and gazed down, seeing her as I had never seen her before. She was clad only in garter belt, stockings, and heels. Her long-lasting lipstick had held up well enough, as had the rest of her makeup. Her hair was a mess, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little time and care. There was a glow about her mere words could not begin to express. This was the woman who had given me birth. Now, she offered me re-birth – a life I had only begun to sample. She was equal parts Heaven and harlot, and she eagerly awaited my return.

Marilynn (she had been right; being with her this way, I couldn't conceive of her as 'Mom') reached for me tenderly, pulling me down into her embrace. We explored each other's bodies by candlelight, using little licks, nips, kisses and soft caresses to express ourselves to each other. Making love to her was easy. She had already given me the 'keys to the castle' by teaching me all the little tricks that turned her on – and turn her on, they did. I reduced her to a quivering mass of multi-orgasmic gooseflesh with only my fingertips, lips, tongue, and a bit of mutually-inspired pillow talk.

"Oooooooh, Sugar," she sighed, "that was good. You really know how to push my buttons."

"I had a good teacher," I replied, kissing the tip of her nose softly. "The best."

"...and don't you ever forget it," she responded with a wink and a grin. "Eat your hearts out, Bitches."

"Huh?" I responded, confused.

"My 'competition'," she explained playfully.

"No contest," I asserted with a smile. "There never has been."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I stared at the sheets we would almost certainly have to trash, gathering my thoughts.

"The others were just... babies," I asserted. "I was attracted to them in an almost clinical way. For most of them, it was their first time. I used what you taught me to make it a good experience for them. Usually, it was – for them..."

I gazed into the stunning redhead's eyes.

"You ruined me for anyone else," I avowed quietly.

The expression on her face was equal parts love and anguish.

"Oh, Baby, I'm so sorry..." she began.

I silenced her with a single finger to her lips.

"Don't," I cautioned. "I am not sorry. I have had the best. I'll leave the rest to someone who doesn't know the difference."

"I'm about to make every other girl on this planet hate me with a passion," she sighed.

"Why would they?" I asked.

"Because," she softly proclaimed, "as of this moment, you are off the market. I have decided you are just too damn good a prize to allow some other slut to get her hooks into you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you all to myself."

As if realizing the import of her own words for the first time, Marilynn gazed down at those same cum-stained sheets, shaking her head sadly.

"I feel like such a slut," she sighed. "My own s..."

I cut off her spoken thought with one index finger to her lips. Then, I placed that finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

"You'd better," I demanded. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Her eyes filled with shock. Her body jerked as if she had been physically punched. The shocked expression was replaced by a glimmer in her eyes, followed by that same heavy-lidded expression of lust I had seen earlier. Her hand slid down, grasping my tight butt and pulling forward. The alignment was perfect; my born-again joypole slid effortlessly into her bush with an audible squish. She sighed expressively, then looked me full in the face and smiled evilly.

"Say it," she hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want me to be."

It was my turn to grin as I pistoned my prick in and out of her snatch.

"I want," I began slowly, pressing a finger against her anal button, "you to be a nasty little slut, the lewdest cunt around."

She caught her breath with a little gasp.

"How nasty?" she inquired, moving her hips in rhythm with mine.

"Really, really nasty," I intoned. "I miss my 'little treats'. In fact, I want more than that. I want to take my slut to a bar, someplace as sleazy as she is. I want everyone who sees her to know she is available to all cummers. I want to see her take a cock in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth. I want to see her make all three cum inside her. I want her to come back to me dripping, weeping, gushing cum from every hole. I want her to confess to me what a sleazy little whore she has become and describe every detail of how they took her while I clean the cum out of her, then take her myself. I want her to confess to me she is addicted to cock, addicted to sex, addicted to cum, addicted to the thrill of being taken by other men, many men, as many as she can get. I want her to be nothing more than a shameless fuck toy, cum catcher, a receptacle for sperm."

My lover's eyes glazed over. Her cunt was flowing like a river. I wet the middle finger of one hand and slid it up into her anal blossom. She melted against me.

"Yes," she gushed. "YES! I am that slut. I want to be your nasty little ho', more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life. I'll take you to those places. I want you to see other men use me, defile me. I'll come home to you painted in cum, nastier than the cheapest, sleaziest whore who ever did the ho' stroll on the nastiest corner of the nastiest street in the nastiest neighborhood of the nastiest town on the face of the earth. I'll be that whore for you. You can drop me off on that corner, leave me there, watch me walk the street, watch me turn dates. I'll come home to you so full of cum, you will be eating it for a week! I'll serve you up a three-course meal; from my pussy, ass, and mouth. Just tell me I am yours, that I will always be yours, forever and ever, and I will be the filthiest, nastiest, cum sponge that... ever... ever... LIVVVVVVVVVVVED!!!!!!!"

My lover collapsed against me, spasming like an epileptic in the throes of a Grand Mal. Her eyes were rolled up into her head. She drooled a little from the corner of her mouth. The only sound she could make was incoherent gurgling. My cock was flooding her pussy like a firehose, adding to her sensory overload. She finally recovered enough of her wits to straighten up and gaze longingly into my eyes.

"No-no-no-no..." she stuttered ineffectually, "no one has ever gotten inside my head the way you do. You scare me, the way you do it so effortlessly."

I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"That came from inside my head," I admitted.

Her eyes opened wide in wonderment. She pressed her lush body tightly against mine and gazed longingly into my eyes.

"Tell me you love me," she intoned urgently. "Tell me I am yours."

"But what about..." I began.

"FUCK THAT!" she screamed. "Fuck ALL of that! The love of my life has sprung full-blown from my own loins. That is just as dirty, nasty, and perverted as I am, but it is God's own truth. I will continue to be your father's dutiful little trophy for as long as he wants me, but my heart and soul belong to you now."

She grabbed my rampant rod and squeezed – hard. All the while, she fixed me with a steely gaze.

"Tell me you love me, you bastard," she repeated emphatically. "Tell me I am yours, forever and ever, or so help me God, I will rip this magnificent ten-incher out at the root and feed it back to you right now."

In response, I placed my hand firmly over her hand and jammed forward, spearing the head of my cock between her pussy lips. She released her grip just as I thrust forward a second time, ramming it all the way home. She shuddered and sighed a small sigh.

"Does that answer your question... slut?" I inquired.

Before she could frame a response, I continued.

"I have always loved you, first as my mother, then as my mentor, now as my whore. You do belong to me; heart, soul, body, mind, every part of you. When you fuck other men – and you will fuck other men – you will do so as my slut. If my father demands you to honor your spousal obligations, you will fuck him as my slut, not as his wife. After you have had a man, you will drag your sorry slut ass home to me, dripping with cum, and confess how much you adored taking his cock, taking his seed deep inside you. You will admit to me how cheap, dirty, and sleazy it makes you feel to know what a depraved little cum sponge you are. Do you hear me, Whore? Do you? ANSWER ME!"

She couldn't. At that moment, her mind was somewhere in another plane of existence. Her eyes stared blankly at my chest as her body shuddered through yet another release. Moments later her body slipped off my cock and collapsed on the bed, still vibrating like a tautly-wound violin string. I straightened the covers as best I could, then pulled them over her supine form. I slipped in next to her and held her in my arms. I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

Was it a head game? Sure, and a very powerful one. But it wasn't just a head game. We played out our 'game' for real many times during my college days; in bars, clubs, even that 'street-walker' fantasy. Each time, my slut lover returned to me dripping with a man's creamy offering, confessing how much she loved being a sleaze and especially how much she loved having me to share a cum-filled kiss and mind-blowing fuck with afterward.

I made her seduce my father on more than one occasion, while I awaited her in my bedroom down the hall. She invariably returned in an hour or so, having completed her task and sent him off to Dreamland, yet still had enough time to paint her face whorishly, don garter belt, stockings and heels, then slip down the hall and into my waiting arms. She railed at what a flabby, pathetic fuck he had become, and how glad she was to have a real man to come home to. The fact that she was cuckolding him while he slumbered just down the hall made her near-continuous orgasms all the more intense. My shoulder took a fearsome beating as I jammed her mouth into it to stifle her room-shaking screams of ecstasy. It was all I could do to prevent her from waking the dead, let alone her husband.

My father died of a massive heart attack about a year after I joined the company full-time. It was so tragic – and comic. He had suffered his coronary in a hotel room in Grand Rapids – while fucking the secretary of one of his oldest, most dedicated clients. That part got left out of the published obituary. My father had been unfaithful? My lover and I just gazed into each other's eyes and shook our heads in amazement. You never know.... Yes, she cried at the funeral. We both did. Bizarre circumstance aside, we both loved him. We buried him with his wedding band on his finger and hers in the palm of his hand. ...'til death do us part....

I had proven my worth to the company, first as an intern, then in the year I had been my father's right-hand man. That, plus the wealth of knowledge I displayed about company products, practices, and procedures – I was my father's son – was all the proof the board of directors needed. I made them feel as though my father had never left. For purposes of business continuity, I was appointed to take his place. They were duly impressed when the dutiful son elected to reside with his mother, the grieving widow, to see to her needs as well as those of the company. The directors were certain they had made the right choice.

There were a few changes in procedures at the top. At Marilynn's suggestion, I hired Brenda as an executive secretary. That has worked out well, both for her and the senior-level officers who share her. I made certain I had a cadre of top-notch sales people in my employ. That, plus teleconferencing, reduced the need for me to go out on the road, as my father had. When I did travel on business, it was always in the company of my own ravishing 'personal assistant', now on the payroll. The company long-timers forgave me this little bit of flagrant nepotism. In private, they congratulated me for my unflagging devotion to my mother. If they only knew....

We were married in a private ceremony, with only a few scene-related friends in attendance. Brenda was Marilynn's Matron of Honor. There had not been, and would not be a public announcement of our betrothal to our 'extended family' at the company. The Oedipal overtones would have been too much for the sensibilities of most. A few key players – those my wife and Brenda assured me they were in a position to leverage, if not trust – were briefed to smooth over any potential rough spots. We don't view it as a May-December romance. It's more like... May-July, as in the Fourth of July. The fireworks are still exploding every day. 

We exchanged rings in the traditional way, as a symbol of our utter devotion to each other. The company at large will assume Marilynn is still wearing her original wedding band in tribute to her late husband. If anyone asks me about the ring I wear, I merely state it is my own special token of devotion and let it go at that. There may be idle speculation, but even old company hands tread lightly when it comes to the CEO's personal life. Productivity and profits have never been higher, the board and stockholders are happy, and profit sharing has benefited every employee. I believe everyone will be content to let sleeping dogs lie.

Our 'reception' was held at a club that would not be found on either Cityscapes or the Michelin Guide. It was heavy on Industrial drum and bass, light on due order and decorum, and stacked to the rafters with over-sexed pretty people. Marilynn and Brenda certainly fit that description and dressed the part. The evening drew on and I let my bride know I was more than ready to get her alone. She and Brenda looked at each other and giggled. Marilynn pressed her body against mine, wiggled her pussy against my mammoth bulge and kissed me warmly. 

"You go ahead, Baby," she trilled musically, a twinkle in her eye. "I'll be along in a bit."

About two hours later, I heard the door to our hotel suite open and close. A moment later, both my bride and her Matron slinked seductively into the bedroom, coy smiles on their lips. I will swear I saw canary feathers on both. They approached the bed from opposite sides, knelt above my face and raised their skirts. Thick, ropy gobs of white goo oozed from their pussies and down their inner thighs.

"Are you ready for a little treat?" my bride purred, winking an eye. "It's kind of a... double-dipper."



A Little Trouble in Turkey



I walked down the lushly carpeted corridor looking for the room... 500... 501... aah... 502. Let's hope it's the right one, I thought... after all, the information had cost me a crisp, twenty pound note at the concierge desk... 

I reached out to knock, but then hesitated... Bob was going to either be delighted by my appearance or furious about it - I never quite knew with him. We had been together nearly a year and yet there was still so much I didn't know...

For the first six months I had known him as some sort of top civil servant - he had been vague about it, told me he was a negotiator within a contracts team that assessed and decided on contractors bidding for major projects carried out for Britain on foreign soil. 

He had played it down at first - said he was the lead 'schmoozer'... the one that clinched the final details over drinks and dinners with the key players, nothing more.

He was certainly a charmer and it all sounded pretty sophisticated and glamorous to me, but he'd made light of it telling me what a bore it was, dealing with dull, grasping businessmen in mostly middle-eastern countries. I had never pushed him for much more detail - I was a teacher and a quite well informed one too, but I never quite understood what high-flyers like Bob really did... 

He travelled a lot for sure and was away 4/5 months of the year, so when this latest trip came up I'd made a decision to go and find him... to turn the trip into a little holiday and maybe a chance for a touch of romance in the sun. 

So now here I was in Turkey, high up in one of Ankara's plushest hotels, wondering if I'd really done the right thing making such a rash decision. Would he greet me with his usual, randy enthusiasm or get cross and defensive over the fact that I had been through his papers to find out where he was going?

I looked up and down the empty, hushed corridor and straightened my clothes, having adjusted my hair and makeup in reception. I was more than ready for the option of the randy reaction I have to say... in fact I had stood in front of the mirror in the lift thinking I might even have overdone it. 

I was wearing a new, knee-length leather skirt he hadn't seen before, topped with a crisp, white cotton shirt and finished off with his favourite 'fuck me' heels (as he called them)... and just for good measure I had bought a pair of sheer black stockings at Heathrow just that morning and slid into them in the cramped loo on the plane... if there was one thing Bob liked, it was stockings... 

Yep, if anything I looked a little slutty... a bit of a MILF on the prowl... and the thought had made me laugh just as I reached the 88th floor. A year ago I hadn't even known what MILF meant... but Bob had soon fixed that since we seemed to have been watching an awful lot of his favourite porn. 

I reached into my purse, found the deep red lipstick I'd also picked out at the airport and in the purse mirror hastily added another layer of crimson to my lips. I quickly straightened my skirt, undid another button on my shirt, reached out and knocked softly, twice. Within seconds his voice came through the door, deep and firm; "Who is it?"

"Bob... it's me... It's Ruth..."

The door opened instantly and there he was, straight from the shower by the looks of it, a heavy, white towel wrapped round his middle, his tanned chest and dark, slightly greying hair still dripping... For a couple in their mid forties I always thought we made a good-looking pair. 

But he wasn't admiring the view as I was... he looked panicked and confused, stepping silently into the corridor and looking nervously each way to make sure no one was watching before grabbing my arm and pulling me roughly into the room.

"What the fuck?" was the greeting I got as the door clicked shut behind me. Not exactly what I'd hoped for... "Jesus Ruth... what the fucking fuck are you doing here?"

For a brief moment I wondered if there was someone else with him, whether I had interrupted some secret tryst of his. But the bathroom door was wide open, revealing a soaking wet floor and nothing else. 

The large room was tidy - the bed unused, no sign of drinks or entertaining. In fact his laptop was open on the desk so he had clearly been working. He followed my gaze and hurried over to close it, his face dark. 

"I... I'm sorry Bob... oh God, I knew I shouldn't have done this... I just thought..."

"Who knows you're here?" he interrupted me, pacing up and down at the foot of the vast bed. 

"No one - I only decided to do this late last night. I told the neighbours I'd be away, that's all... why, what's wrong... oh shit... I knew this was a mistake..." 

His expression softened slightly and at last he came to me, his big, brown hands held my upper arms and he looked into my eyes, slowly shaking his head.

"Ruth... look... it's fabulous that you're here - really! I'm sorry to seem so shocked but... it's just that this is turning out to be a really awkward job... all sorts of problems. I'm about to have one seriously big and very crucial meeting and... well, I just didn't bargain for this!"

From his tone it sounded like he wanted me to leave and I felt crushed. I'd had a long and very sensuous daydream on the plane about this moment and I felt sad that it had gone so wrong. 

In my reverie I had arrived to find him smiling and flattered... we had embraced and kissed deeply... and I had sunk to my knees unbuttoning him, freeing that incredible eight, solid inches of gorgeous cock I knew was now nestling under his towel, just inches away. 

And sitting there in my economy seat I had become ridiculously aroused, thinking of taking him into my mouth... of working him as fast and furiously as I could to a sudden, unexpected climax... of swallowing his cum hungrily before kissing him wetly and leading him to the bed...

"Ruth... Ruth - are you even listening to me?"

I snapped out of the daydream again. He was still staring hard into my eyes but his body language had relaxed a little and as he moved a step closer, just the slightest hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. 

"Ruth... I'm sorry... look, it's fabulous that you're here, but my God it's bad timing... I have people coming here... very... serious people... I was just getting ready for them..."

I too took a step forward and our bodies touched. He was still holding my shoulders tightly, my arms hanging uselessly by my sides... and suddenly both my hands were against his hips. And as I moved them closer together I felt him stir. I raised my face to his and found his mouth, my teeth closing gently around his bottom lip, my fingers now already tracing the outline of his cock as it became firmer...

"Such a shame... it's all my fault... I'll make it up to you I promise..." I slipped the tip of my tongue past his lips..."Just tell me what you want me to do..." I whispered, now cupping his hardness with both palms. In answer he let his head roll back, eyes closing as he pushed his hips toward me and I did indeed sink to my knees, releasing the towel...

Bob was a big man... the biggest I'd ever had. I had been married for 20 years when I divorced at 39 and I'd had seven lovers by the time Bob came along. But nothing had prepared me for him... 

And it wasn't just about size either... Bob had a confidence, an arrogance about him that melted me... once he got started I was literally putty in his hands... he taught me about pure lust. And over the course of the past few months it had become even more than that - I had come to love him... perhaps a little obsessively... 

He had taught me so many things that I had never tried with my dull husband or any lovers since... how to take his whole length into my throat... how to savour and swallow his cum... how to enjoy sudden, brutal and brief sex in the middle of the day... 

He had even shown me how to derive the most exquisite pain and pleasure by letting him slowly force that beautiful cock deep into my arse... something we had now done three times (yes, I count), but only when I was hopelessly and happily drunk as a skunk. He had even made me come that way...

This time he was particularly brief and brutal. As the swollen head of his cock pushed past my tonsils he grabbed my head and began to thrust... I gagged momentarily but then adjusted to his invasion, making obscene, wet, gasping, sucking sounds as he rammed my head down onto himself until my lips were brushing against his pubic hair on each thrust. 

Within a short minute his breathing had reached a crescendo and he stepped back, his entire length plopping from my mouth just as he erupted... the first viscous rope of cum landing across the top of my head, the second hitting my chin and dripping down over my white shirt. 

Again and again he spurted as I felt the warm impact of each jet, on my cheeks, my tongue, into my hair, sliding down thickly onto my clothes, each spurt finding a target until he was emptied.

He stood there, his cock bobbing and still semi-erect, final drops of semen collecting at the tip, a smudged, crimson smear right down the side of it as far as his pubes... He was panting, weak on his feet, a bewildered look on his face. But then he straightened up... and he began to laugh...

"Fuck me Ruth... you really have got the hang of that haven't you? Jesus H Christ... that was amazing..."

Cum was all over my hair and still running down my face as I knelt there, into my eyes, down my cheeks and off my chin to drip onto my stockings. He gripped himself and moved to me, wiping the head of his cock through his own cum and spreading it over my nose, my mouth, my ears... and I helped him, twisting my face this way and that to get more of his cum... more of him... as three fingers of my right hand pistoned into my pussy while I tried, desperately, to orgasm and share his lust...

But then he was gone, walking over to the massive plate glass window overlooking the city, wrapping the towel back round himself as he spoke over his shoulder, still breathless.

"OK, this is how it is, and you need to listen carefully as there won't be time for questions."

The wave I'd been riding crested and broke in a split second... I withdrew the soaking fingers from my pussy's warm, sucking embrace. 

"In about 15 minutes a man will be knocking on that door. A very bad man. A very powerful, very desperate, very BAD man... do you understand?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. I simply nodded at his back as he moved right up to the window and stared out at the skyline. "Yes... I'm so sorry, I didn't..."

"Just listen! He'll be here very briefly - maybe 20 minutes, no more. As far as he knows, I am here privately, alone, with no one's knowledge at all... If he were to think differently it could put me into extreme and very sudden danger. Do you understand?"

I didn't of course. I didn't understand anything right at that moment, especially this new Bob that was standing right in front of me. But in that same moment I realised that this man I had placed my trust in was no civil servant either. 

He turned toward me as I struggled to get up. "You must be out of here within the next minute ok? We can talk about this later, but trust me - for now you need to get away from here. Just go - I'll call you within the hour."

Bob dragged me to my feet. I was in shock... how could this man I loved turn so callous? Who were these people that meant so much more to him than me? And where was I going to go in a five-star hotel with my hair, face and clothes covered in what felt like pints of spunk? 

But I nodded, compliantly. My suitcase was still downstairs, my mobile was charged up, I had tissues in my purse... yes, OK, I could somehow cope with this! 

And then there was a knock at the door... a very loud, very insistent knock. 

For the first time I saw Bob look truly scared. He stared at the door for a moment, then spoke very quietly, his tanned face now pale... "OK listen to me and do not fuck this up. Go into the bathroom and stay there. Make no sound at all, do you hear? Wait until you hear me call you before you so much as move. Is that perfectly clear?"

I nodded dumbly, suddenly feeling his fear. I had no idea what the hell was going on here but I could tell it was trouble and I took my own fear and disappointment into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stood there, breathing fast as I heard Bob let his guest into the room. He was greeted amicably by a loud male voice and there was laughter - evidently at Bob's state of undress.

I reached for the loo roll, planning to clean myself up a little, but they were now talking in hushed tones outside and it felt like every move I made was noisy. I stood still again, staring into the mirror at the gobs of cum that still clung to my cheeks, my hair... at the lipstick smeared round my lips. 

My new leather skirt was covered in cum too and felt uncomfortably tight round my waist... Slowly, silently I eased the side zip down and lowered it to the floor, stepping out of it carefully so as not to let my heels make a sound on the tiled floor. 

My thong - the tiniest, sheerest I'd ever owned - was already a soggy mess from my frantic attempt to come just a minute ago. I touched its stickiness, pulling it clear of my swollen, freshly waxed lips, feeling the air-conditioned coolness on me. I didn't care what Bob was up to... I just wanted his guest to be gone and to have his tongue on me... his cock inside me... my pussy was literally aching for attention.

I slipped the thong halfway down my stockinged thighs and managed to sit down on the closed loo in total silence, two fingers parting my slick lips and gently circling my clit. I closed my eyes, adding a third finger and pushing all three slowly into my hungry hole... just as the door I was now facing burst open.

A large, dark-complexioned man filled the doorframe. He wore a light, shiny suit and gaudy tie, his face set with anger, his eyes boring into mine, then lowering to where my glistening fingers slid from me... He entered quickly, seizing my upper arm and dragging me off the loo and out into the room. Bob stood by the window looking more anxious than ever.

"Fucking hell Bob... so what am I supposed to make of this, hmmm? You want to play games with me, yes? You do know that's not such a great idea... right?"

The man dragged me across the room and shoved me onto a small sofa. I felt humiliated and frightened... god only knows what I looked like, my thong round my thighs, all of me covered in fresh cum...

"Well? Start talking Bob, before this turns bad. You know the rules by now... you were supposed to be alone - explain! Your PA? Girlfriend? What the fuck Bob?"

Bob hadn't even glanced at me... he was still in his towel, staring out the window. He turned to face the man and laughed... a dry, mocking laugh I'd not heard before. "Jesus Christ Sal... you of all people! You weren't supposed to be here for another hour. Next thing you'll be telling me you never ordered a whore on a business trip..."

I looked up at Bob, dumbstruck. A whore? The man turned his attention to me, looking me up and down... a pale, blonde haired forty-something... His eyes shone with anger and mistrust, his nose wrinkled disapprovingly...

"I took you for a man of taste Bob... this ain't no Turkish girl that's for sure. And you got a thing for older whores or what huh? That your thing is it? What... are you on a tight budget? With the amount we're paying you?"

His tone was suspicious and he moved closer to me. I caught Bob's eye for a split second and he winked at me... winked!

"Sal... she's French for fuck sake. I asked one of the porters for something exotic and then this turned up at the door... but hey, sometimes a blow job's just a blow job. I guess she's a part-timer - not too bad either for an old one..."

Bob's eyes were now fixed on me, urgently begging me to go along with his pretense. As a French teacher he knew I could play that part at least, but his words had stung me hard, even though I knew he was acting. I needed to leave, that much was clear, so I picked up on his lead... if he wanted French whore, that's what he'd get... I even added a bit of Parisian accent for effect...

"Ben... merci messieurs, mais il faut qu'je m'en aille... une autre fois peut-etre, Monsieur Bob..."

I began to rise but Sal pushed me back onto the sofa with a broad hand glittering with vulgar gold rings. The effort caused his jacket to swing open for an instant and I glimpsed a harness strapped under his arm, the handle of a dark gun protruding from it. I had never seen a real gun before and suddenly I understood Bob's tension. This man really was bad news and dangerous... we were in trouble.

Sal shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the bed. He was broad and powerful, maybe forty, forty-five. He had a belly on him, but his shoulders and arms looked huge. He stared at Bob with still unconvinced eyes, then began to chuckle as he rolled up his shirtsleeves...

"Bob... it's ok... we're friends, right? Your taste in whores might need a little improvement but then we all have our little weaknesses eh?"

He turned back to me, a wolfish grin now replacing the anger. "And you know, we have shared many things these past few months... maybe it's time we shared something new, seeing as this bitch is already bought and paid for..."

Sal was unzipping his fly as he spoke and I froze inside. Bob was behind him now and looked at me with utter dread on his face as he brought both hands together in a praying gesture. He simply mouthed just one word... 'please'...

I don't know how I made so many decisions in the space of the next few seconds, but I did. I might be a simple teacher, a somewhat inexperienced lightweight in the bedroom department... but I'm not a fool. I sensed that Bob (and now me) was in over his head with this man... this aggressive, armed and angry man. It was obvious that things could turn nasty at any moment. 

But the most curious thing of all was the fact that my love for Bob had virtually vanished over the past 10 minutes... my respect for him, my trust... all gone. And in its place was a desire to punish and humiliate him... 

My mind was made up even before Sal reached into his expensive suit trousers and hauled out his deep brown, flaccid cock. And as he pushed his hips forward I reached for it, knowing it would be big... knowing that men like Sal are always big... As I opened my mouth to engulf its plummy head, Bob stared at me briefly then closed his eyes...

Sal wasn't exactly shower-fresh... his cock tasted stale, sweaty and salty. But god it reacted to the touch of my tongue! Within seconds he was almost hard and I sat back, wanking its length and admiring its ugly, veiny girth. I realised how inexperienced I really was - Sal was at least as big as Bob, possibly even bigger. 

He went to grab my hair and pull my mouth back onto him, but changed his mind when he saw Bob's cum all over me. "Fuck it Bob... how long had you been saving that load heheh... this cunt is covered in the stuff! Now get that cock down your fucking throat bitch... let's see how you earn your money, putain..."

Bob sat down on the bed, his shoulders low, his expression anxious... and he watched, now resigned to what he was forcing me to do, now knowing he had lost me. The bastard. But hey, he had taught me how to deep throat his cock and I'd got pretty good at it. 

I leaned forward and took Sal all the way, slowly but surely, feeling him harden and grow still more as my lips finally stretched round the thick, rancid base. I swirled my tongue round him as I withdrew, then began to concentrate on the huge, bulbous head, raking him gently with my teeth. 

He groaned, now starting to thrust... to fuck my face with a steady rhythm. 




A Little Trouble in Turkey



Despite the surreal quality of the past twenty minutes or so and the danger I might yet be in, I was amazed to realise that I was hornier than ever, looking up past this gangster's round, hairy belly to his craggy, cruelly smiling face, feeling him thrust inconsiderately into my mouth as he no doubt did with countless whores... 

I was starting to enjoy the taste and smell of him... to relish the thought of him pumping his cum down my throat... and I was so aroused even I could detect the damp, musky mist that was rising from my pussy. When Sal saw me run a hand up my thigh to find my still aching clit, he grunted something low and guttural and probably vile in Turkish and began to thrust faster, deeper... 

That was when I made my big mistake... Lost in the strange, mindless eroticism of what I was doing, as he began to pant and his face darkened, as I inhaled the musty masculinity... I ran my lips and tongue down the underside of his heavy cock, down to its base and beyond... finding his his moist, heavy balls with my free hand and easing them from his boxers into my mouth... not the action of a true professional by any means...

He almost came there and then, pulling away from me, squeezing the head of his cock to stop himself losing control. Breathless, he spat a few more nasty-sounding words at me, then grabbed my face hard, squashing my cheeks together. The look on his face was one of pure disgust... "Get back in that bathroom and clean yourself up you cheap, cocksucking cunt. And you stay there till I say!"

I began to shake a little. I wanted to leave... to get away from this mess. I tried to speak, to explain, but his grip tightened and he glared at me as if for daring to respond. Bob was off the bed quickly; "Ta gueule toi! Vas y prends une douche salope, vite! Et tu restes la, comprends? Tu sortes pas!" 

Oh yes... I was French. I realised this wasn't going to be over just yet and rose hesitantly as Sal slowly released his grip on my jaw. I looked sideways at Bob as I entered the bathroom, but he gave me nothing... he looked as out of ideas as I was.

As I closed the door behind me I heard Sal bark at him; "OK now, to business, come on for fuck sake." Then the sound of a briefcase being snapped open and I clicked the door shut behind me. 

I turned the shower on full and loud, then got out of my clothes as fast as I could. I found a flannel and sponged the mess off my skirt, stockings and shirt as best I could. God, it was even on my shoes... I hadn't worn a bra, but the thong was beyond help. I balled it up and put it in the waste-bin. 

I dabbed at my hair, getting the worst off without making myself look too much worse, then dressed and stood back to check myself. I looked presentable enough... in a misty mirror. But I had to be decisive now... I had to march out there, make my apologies and get the hell out of that room and out of that damn hotel...

The shower flowed on noisily - I could hear nothing of what they were doing next door. Another ten minutes I stood there in the swirling steam, running through what I would say and knowing how quickly I needed to make my exit. 

I didn't even notice how my shirt had got damp enough to cling to my tits, both nipples darkly visible beneath the thin, white cotton... not until the door was shoved open and Sal stood there once again, his slightly psychotic stare lowering to my chest.  

He turned and walked back into the room - I followed and went into action; "Allez messieurs... merci et au revoir... j'ai des copains qui m'attendent au foyer, je suis un peu en retard en fait... " I smiled confidently, crossing the room and making it to the door... which was most definitely locked. I turned to see Bob sat in an armchair, now dressed in dark trousers and a white t-shirt. He made no attempt to move. 

Sal however, was busy kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt as he looked across at me. There was a long, knowing silence in which the shirt was thrown onto a side table, followed by his trousers and boxers. 

Sal stood there in his socks, otherwise naked, silent, expressionless... and simply pointed at the bed, which now had its covers thrown back. The gun, I noted, was now out of its holster and lying menacingly on the dresser. I looked up from it into Bob's eyes and he nodded slowly and very deliberately, glancing quickly at the gun then back to me. 

I knew in that moment that I was going to have to see this through. A few more minutes of vile sex with this evil bastard and then it would be over. I just wanted to be on a plane heading for home. One slow step at a time I approached the bed as Sal began to massage the slack, meaty cock that hung obscenely beneath his gut. 

As I passed him he shoved me in the back and I sprawled across the sheets, face down. I made to turn over, unbuttoning my damp shirt, but that wasn't what he wanted...

Sal didn't move... he stood there, wanking his stiffening cock. "Never mind the clothes... get on your hands and knees and pull that skirt up over your ass. Do it!"

With my face pressed into the pillows I did as he asked, flipping the leather skirt up over my bottom... picturing myself as I did so... seeing what they were seeing - my naked arse, the stockings, the heels. I suddenly prayed he would just come quickly and kick me out of there...

I felt the mattress yield as he climbed on behind me, then yelped as he thrust two fat fingers roughly into my pussy, stirring and probing me, smearing my wetness over my lips. He used his knees to jerk my legs apart and without hesitating rammed his cock into me. It hurt, but my muffled complaints were ignored... 

Three, four times he pushed, until most of him was inside me... he felt huge, incredibly hard, insistent... and despite the disgust I was feeling, there was a sudden and shameful sensation of lust returning. I'd never known I could be so whorish... maybe he had recognised that in me.

He was deep inside me now, his cock-head bumping against my cervix, his hips hard against my arse. "Well Bob... maybe I can see the appeal here after all... nice piece of pussy for sure heheh... pity you made such a poor call bringing her here. Pity for you that is... I think she kinda likes it though!"

He withdrew till the head was just touching my lips then forced himself all the way back in me so hard that I moaned deeply into the pillows, the air pushed out of my lungs. Then again and again, maybe fifteen, twenty times. 

My pussy was making a wet, squelching sound at each thrust now, betraying my wetness and my acquiescence... I knew I was close to coming and no longer cared. If I was going to be semi-raped, then why shouldn't I at least come out of this satisfied...

It was another five minutes of brutal thrusting before I felt him probe my asshole with a thick thumb. It popped easily past the tight ring and Sal grunted in appreciation, replacing it with a finger, followed by a second. 

As Bob had discovered, my arse was a true pleasure zone for me... he could make me come within seconds doing what his gangster friend was now doing to me. I reached back with both hands, parting my cheeks, helping as his fingers spread my anus and slid all the way into me. 

"Yes you fucking whore... spread your ass wider, go on... show me what you really like..." 

Then the fingers were gone and his cock withdrawn and I knew what was coming, though not how quickly. Without warning the blunt dome of that huge cock was at my asshole, pushing hard - not teasing, not searching but pushing with all his weight and strength until I opened up. I gasped as he pushed four or five inches straight in then pulled back slightly before going even deeper. 

Bob had used handfuls of lube the few times we had done this, but now the feeling was much more intense as my arse struggled to accommodate Sal's hardness... and my god he was hard. Each time he slid past my now welcoming arsehole I could feel every vein and bump

As he started to pump me with ever longer, ever harder thrusts, I let go of my cheeks and found my soaking pussy with a free hand, but Sal was having none of that... he pulled both my arms behind me, pinning my hands together on my lower back. My finger tips could just feel him as he slid in and out... his cock now wet and slippery as my arse yielded to the assault, opening to him, swallowing him almost hungrily. 

I tried to squeeze him, to clench my muscles and hasten his cumming, but I had lost all control... his size had left me gaping, defenceless. 

The sensation was actually exquisite... I was only seconds away from coming myself when he began to moan as his orgasm approached and pulled out so fast there was a loud plopping sound... I prayed there was no mess but he gave me no further time to think, grabbing my hips and spinning me over onto my back before straddling my chest. His cock was right above my face, its head a sticky, deep purple... shining obscenely. 

He leaned forward, wanking himself furiously, his eyes glazed in anticipation of covering my face with his cum. But I slowly moved my gaze from his cock to stare into his face and as I did so I reached between his legs and pulled him closer, my forefinger teasing his anus... and as the tip of his cock brushed my lips I opened my lips to receive him... 

He actually managed to send the first jet straight into my mouth - a huge, thick rope that I felt hit the back of my throat. I don't know where the rest ended up, because at that point the fingers playing with his arse moved to his balls and grabbed them tight... very, very tight. 

He was still spurting as I dug my nails into his scrotum and then wrenched the entire package sideways and twisted it hard, then forward, grinding his bollocks together as I did so with all the strength I could muster.

His deep, orgasmic grunts turned to shrill screams in a second... and for good measure I sank my teeth into his glans, drawing serious blood. I shoved him off me and was on my feet immediately, pulling down my skirt as Bob shot out of the armchair... 

"Ruth! You dumb, stupid cunt - what the fuck have you done!"

He rushed towards Sal who now lay on his side whimpering in a foetal curl, both hands cupping his twisted and torn genitals. As he passed me I brought one stockinged knee up fast and hard, catching him perfectly... he fell to his knees sharing just a little of Sal's pain. 

For good measure I gave him the same knee under the chin and he collapsed, blood shooting from his mouth as his teeth snapped shut on his tongue.

I took in the scene for a second or two... it was ugly... time to go. I grabbed my purse off the dresser, then slipped the gun into it. The key, on its large hotel fob was right next to it and within another ten seconds I was out in the corridor on the way to the lifts.

An hour later I was at the airport, the gun was down a storm drain and I was on my way home. I never heard from Bob or any of his 'friends' again, though I still look over my shoulder now and then. But I have developed a surprising taste for vigorous and slightly submissive anal sex. 

Well they do say that travel broadens the mind don't they?



A Little Truckstop Fuck Anyone?



I stop in at a bar on my way home from work. It’s not one of my usual hangouts for tonight I am looking to fuck. Tonight is a night I want to get dirty. It was a long and shitty day at the office and I want a nice cool beer along with some fun to wind down. I get inside and head over to the bar. I ask the bartender for a beer and a shot of tequila. I take the shot and then start in on my beer. I glance around the bar to see if there are any prospects.

There are a few people wandering around, some talking, and some playing pool. There are not too many that are alone though, so this may take some work. I continue to drink my beer and then get up to wander over to a pool table where two men are playing. I ask if they mind if I watch them and they tell me no. I take a seat close to the table and watch as they continue their game.

One of them is preparing to take a shot and I am in his way. He turns to me and asks if I can move a little and I respond with a question. “What do I get out of it if I move” I ask with a sly and devilish grin. He says that he is certain we can come to some sort of agreement as he runs his hand along my thigh. I move my leg closer to him and from this angle I see that his friend can see directly up my skirt. I knew it was a good idea to remove my panties before coming in.

His friend stares almost in shock as I begin to close my legs. I move off my stool and allow him to take his shot. He blows it and I give him a pity kiss. He runs his hand over my ass as I move in close and I look over to see his friend staring at the display. I lean in to this mans ear and ask if they are good friends. He says that they are and I ask “do you share things?”. He says that depends on what the object they are sharing is. I simply reply “me”. He looks to his friend who gives him a slightly bewildered look. I walk over to him and ask if he would like to join us for a bit of fun.

Both men seem to be slightly shocked at what I am proposing to them, but yet they are not declining the offer. I take the second man’s hand and move it under my skirt allowing him to feel what he saw earlier. The first man comes around the table and stands behind me with his hands on my ass. I tell them it’s probably a good idea to move this somewhere else. They both agree and we all settle our tabs at the bar. I don’t want to go home with either of these men, I just want to fuck so I tell them to come around to the back of the bar with me.

They both do so and once we are somewhat hidden from view, I pull up my skirt around my waist and bend over. I pull one of them in front of me and start undoing his pants. The other sees my ass wriggling around as it waits for him. He comes over and begins undoing his belt. I have gotten the first man’s pants undone and I am pulling them down along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out. Immediately I stick it in my mouth and suck hard. The man behind me has now gotten his pants down and is sticking his cock into my wet and dripping cunt.

I’ve got men fucking me from both ends and I am moaning against the cock in my mouth. The man behind me is fucking hard as I slam my face fast onto the other’s cock. I pull away from sucking a moment and tell them that I want them to both come into me at the same time. I want him to fuck me and spray inside my cunt as I swallow his friend’s come. They both seem eager to please and the fucking continues.

I can feel my own orgasm coming close as the dick in my mouth hardens at the point before explosion. The man in front of me makes some gesture to the man behind and there is a grunt of agreement from over my shoulder. As I am filled from both ends, I unleash my own juices over this strange cock inside me.

We all pull away from each other and I tell them I want them to switch. I have not yet had my fill and I am in the mood for more. As I stick the other cock in my mouth, I can taste the liquids from my insides. The other sticks his fat cock in and slaps my ass repeatedly as he slides in and out. I lap at the cock in my mouth and suck hard against it as it slides against my lips and tongue. I can feel my hair being grabbed as my head is forced down onto his meat. “Suck it, you dirty, fucking slut” he hisses at me.

I give it my all and he grunts and moans in approval. After a moment, I feel the cock in my cunt removed as it starts to make it’s way into my tight asshole. I can feel the tip as it rubs and then is forced in, hard and fast. It’s unexpected, but I am fucking hot as hell from it. He starts fucking my asshole hard, telling me that filthy whores like me want to be fucked in the ass, as I continue to suck his friend off. I can feel as the second eruption of the night hits my throat and trickles down. Soon after, there is another explosion, this one in my ass.

I can feel as the come drips from my asshole as he pulls his cock out. I stand upright, adjusting from being in a bent position. They are both beginning to zip up when I tell them there is still more fun to be had. They look at each other and then back to me. I walk over between them and grab a cock, one in each hand. I ask them if they would like to come again and they both respond affirmatively. I take my hands away a moment and run them over my soaked crotch, wetting my palms in the juices found there.

Once my hands are good and wet, I grab them again and start stroking fast. I tell them that they should play with me while I stroke them. One gets his hands over my pussy while the other starts to grab at my breasts. I can feel as the fingers start to slide into my cunt and I moan as my nipples get pinched. I stroke the cocks faster as the fingers penetrate me. I can feel fingers as they begin to explore my wet asshole as well. It seems that there are too many hands for the number of people present, but it is still just the three of us.

I ask if they like sharing a dirty slut like me, and they both say yes. I continue to tug at them as I look them over. I still have fingers in both my cunt and my ass, plus some in my mouth that were recently pulled from my soaked pussy. I can taste the mixtures of liquids on the fingers as I hungrily suck them.

My clit is being rubbed fast and hard as fingers work all my orifices. I am pulling at the cocks in both hands fast as one begins to spray. Quickly I bend down to catch the mess. I lick him clean just as the other begins to unleash. I do the same to him as the fingers in my cunt and ass move with more speed. I can feel the rubbing on my clit as I come to my orgasm. I am finishing cleaning up the second one as the walls of my cunt contract against the fingers there.

I take my hands away and pull fingers from me as well. One of them grabs me from behind and slams me against the wall. He sticks his cock as it starts to get hard again up into my cunt while the other watches and strokes himself. I can feel a hand against my head as I am shoved against the wall with each of his thrusts. I am close to coming instantly from the thrill of it. This is exactly what I needed tonight.

He fucks me fast and hard and calls me every naughty name that comes to mind. I can hear his friend behind us cheering on, saying, “fuck the little sluts cunt”. I start to leak as my internal juices flow free from my orgasm. He increases his stroke speed as he slams me harder against the wall. He comes inside me again and then pulls out, but I am still being pinned to the wall. Soon I have cock in me again, this time the other man. He is fucking me and now he himself is pinning me to the wall.

The other kneels down and is playing with my clit as the first sticks me good between my thighs. I can feel the places I will have bruises tomorrow from this little entanglement and it excites me. I hold myself hard as the cock keeps penetrating over and over. I am sore from all this fucking, but I don’t care. It’s part of what comes from need and lust. I can feel my lips throbbing as he fucks hard. I manage to tell him to fuck me hard and to bite me as he does it. He sinks his teeth into my back as his thrusts quicken.

I scream out and again my muscles contract as I roll into my orgasm. The one playing with my clit stands back while the other keeps ramming until he too sprays inside. He pulls away from me and the pressure from the back of my head is removed. I stand there a moment, feeling the wet stickiness between my legs and down my thighs as it cools from the night air. Both men leave me there and I get myself together and drive home for a nice shower before bed.



A Little Twist Over the Road



Master is an OTR driver for a national corporation. That could make things very difficult for O/our relationship as W/we would not be able to see Him very often, for very long at a time, except that - sissy, affectionately known as pet, and angel, referring to this girl - are His relief drivers. W/we travel with Him everywhere so it makes life a bit more exciting and interesting... if Y/you can imagine. When W/we became His... one of the requirements was that W/we had to obtain O/our CDLs if W/we wished to travel with Him or W/we could sit and wait for the opportunity to serve Him when He came Home. Well, let one just say that neither sissy nor this girl hesitated a moment attending to that assignment as W/we love Master so much... to be separated from Him for even a day is torture. W/we get all O/our loads in on time or early with two relief drivers to handle the extra driving and... W/we have a lot of fun 'playing' on the road as well as at the many different stops along the way.

W/we are engaged in what is called a 'poly' relationship in the BDSM community... meaning Master takes care of U/us and W/we, sissy and angel, take care of all of Master's needs as His devoted loving slaves. Although that entails keeping the truck clean, doing the laundry and other asundry mundane chores... all you women out there know what one is talking about... W/we also have a very unique personal relationship serving Him as W/we live out any sexual fantasy that strikes His fancy at the moment.

Sometimes these duties entail one of U/us serving Master while the other is at the wheel or sissy and angel playing together when Master is in the driver's seat (with Master watching in the rear view mirror, of course). When W/we do stop for a layover or to sleep for a night it is not uncommon for all of U/us to enjoy a night of play T/together ~ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Master has even placed 'toys' upon His relief driver with remote controls so He can torture His slut while W/we travel as He and His other slut look on and play. There are many different ways to enjoy 'over the road' travel. This is an account of one such experience.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the late afternoon with Master driving and chatting on the CB when He chanced to engage in conversation with Another who enjoyed a similar version of this life-style. W/we were about twelve hours ahead of O/our loads scheduled arrival while it turned out this other Master was in a two day layover awaiting His next load and bored with so much time on His hands. W/we will call this other Master 'Master Max' for reasons of anonymity.

Master learned that Master Max was shut down in a town about two and a half hours ahead along O/our route and They decided to meet and share some life-style experiences while W/we rested for the night... but Master had other plans for His sluts as Y/you will soon see. When the conversation stopped Master pulled over into the next truck stop equipped with shower facilities and instructed His sluts to prepare to be used. For those of Y/you who do not know what that entails... Master requires His sluts to always be clean shaven and to present His slut bodies dressed in true slut fashion whenever His possessions are visible to the public eye.

Sissy and angel hurriedly packed the necessary items to accomplish the assigned task into a duffle bag and made O/our way to the shower room while Master entered the restaurant to enjoy some fresh coffee. Having sissy along to help makes caring for Master's slut body much easier for angel and one hopes one's assistance to sissy is just as invaluable as W/we can assure each O/other that Master's wishes are met to His satisfaction. W/we also enjoy the times W/we can touch and soothe each O/other in such a relaxed atmosphere... (wicked evil grin and a slow lick of the lips)... although this time W/we knew Master had a time table and W/we strove to attend to His command as quickly as possible.

At last, satisfied that W/we both would pass Master's stringent inspection, W/we hurried to the restaurant in the hopes of also enjoying a fresh hot cup of coffee with Master before He determined it was time to return to the open road and O/our final destination for the evening. Master's smile when His sluts presented T/themselves beside Him was reward enough for His girls as W/we felt His praise and approval emanating from His eyes. He stood as His sluts remained standing, chins held high with pride in O/our slavery but eyes lowered in deference to His Mastery over U/us as He placed a deep kiss upon each of His slut's lips and bade U/us join Him indicating W/we should take the seats across from Him... Master likes to view what is His almost as much as He enjoys the looks His sluts draw whenever W/we truly dress the part for Him.

After W/we were seated and had been each served that much needed coffee, Master began to instruct U/us in the protocol for the evening. He told U/us that W/we were to comport O/ourselves as true slaves should... not speaking unless instructed to do so, remaining in O/our respective places at His side unless permitted to move by His word and, as always, to allow Master to be O/our guide in the nights festivities. He told His sluts that Master Max also had two slaves, one male and one female. This came as a surprise to U/us as, although Master had allowed His sluts to be used as entertainment before, W/we had always been the only two slaves in attendance. W/we understood that W/we were to be on O/our best slave behavior so as not to bring any shame or reproach upon His name by O/our actions. W/we both promised Master to be the best slaves W/we could be to His honor and He smiled at U/us in acceptance of O/our pledge... rising and bidding U/us to follow as He paid the bill... after which W/we proceeded to depart.

When W/we were back on the road, Master told His sluts to undress and for pet to get out His collection of toys. Master has quite a collection, some home made and some store bought, covering just about any use Y/you can imagine. He has a vast variety of vibrators, anal plugs ~ both regular and vibrating, cuffs, shackles, whips and floggers, clit stimulators and nipple clamps, slave bracelets and anklets, along with O/our collars and leashes... enough to 'rig' either or both of His sluts as He desires. Master instructed pet to remove the nipple clamps, a pair for each, and for U/us to apply them now, which His sluts hastened to do. Next He had pet insert a vibrating anal plug into angel, placing the control within His reach. Master had angel place a double silver bullet on pet with one against sissy's clit and one just inside sissy's pussy, with the control in His possession as well. Next Master commanded His sluts to lie down and play lightly to stimulate each other but not to the point of cumming as He turned the vibrators on slow and His sluts on as well. As W/we kissed and touched Master played with the controls to the devices attached to His girls and ignited U/us both to a fever pitch, but He would slow down whenever He felt W/we were getting too close to release.

Master gave His sluts permission to speak freely about the impending evening if W/we had any questions or concerns that might need to be addressed before the meeting actually commenced. He told U/us that Master Max had arranged to reserve adjoining rooms in the same hotel and that He was going to take care of O/our reservation when W/we arrived. His sluts were to remain in the sleeper until He returned and dropped U/us off at the room while He parked the truck in a lot close by. W/we were to take O/our possessions inside and undress except for the nipple clamps and lay out O/our collars and leashes for Him to attend to when He returned to U/us there.

His girls wanted to know if A/all would be in attendance when W/we finally met face to face, to which Master answered, Master Max's female slave was not with Him this trip but, yes, Master Max and His male slave would both be there when W/we arrived... in T/their own room, of course. Master said that W/we were to greet Master Max in slave fashion and that He was sure Master Max's slave would do the same.

It wasn't long before W/we arrived at the hotel and Master settled the account for the room, returning to the truck and handing angel the key to room 214, a room at the top and back of the hotel. W/we carried O/our belongings up and inside as instructed while Master took care of the rig. Once inside sissy and angel hurried to set up the room and prepare as Master commanded to insure W/we were ready for inspection upon His return. Satisfied W/we were ready and acceptable for presentation, sissy and angel knelt at either side of the foot of the bed, O/our ceremonial collars and leashes placed beside U/us upon it as W/we awaited Master's entrance.

When He entered Master stopped a moment and smiled again, closing and locking the door behind Him before moving to sit at the foot of the bed between U/us. Master reached out and grabbed a handful of each of His slut's hair, pulling U/us up to Him in a familiar triple kiss and then releasing U/us as He spoke and told His girls how very pleased He was in O/our efforts this day. His hand reached out and lifted angel's purple and gold collar of Ownership, removing the key from His pocket, and opening it to fasten it about angel's neck... attaching the leash and kissing one on the mouth passionately before turning to pet. Master lifted pet's blue and gold collar of Ownership, opening sissy's also with the proper key and fastening it about her neck... attaching the leash... kissing sissy deeply as well.

Master looked about the room, His eyes coming to rest on His bag of toys and commanded angel to fetch the bag to Him. This girl rose and hastily brought the bag to Master, kneeling again at His side. Master reached into the bag, felt around for a moment and pulled out a little cloth bag containing the slave bells for His sluts and handed each of U/us wrist and ankle bracelets to wear for the evening. This, along with the ceremonial collars, was a treat for His slaves as W/we do not often get to wear such finery in everyday life. W/we hastened to put them on, not paying much attention to Master's actions at the time. Master had reached into His pocket and pulled out two gift wrapped packages... one in blue paper and one in purple, handing one to each as He instructed U/us to open them and put them on as well. Inside each package was a waist belt with little tinkling slave bells running the length of each and matching the wrist and ankle bracelets W/we had already donned. Both of His girls thanked Him enthusiastically and asked if W/we could kiss Master for His precious gifts. Master smiled and gave His permission at which His girls both grabbed Him and pushed Him back on the bed, thanking Him over and over verbally as W/we smothered His face in grateful kisses.

Master pushed U/us both off laughing at O/our delight and playfulness before instructing U/us to put them on and return to O/our positions at His side. W/we hastened to do His bidding as He rose and returned His toy bag to its original place and turned to His girls. Master instructed U/us to kneel at His side by the adjoining room door as He stood, prepared to knock and make O/our presence known for the first time.

At that moment the phone rang and Master moved to answer it, sissy and angel remaining in O/our place until instructed otherwise. Master Max was on the line and asked Master to meet Him outside to go to a pub across the street and have a drink before W/we A/all met to which Master agreed. Hanging up the phone Master instructed sissy and angel to lie upon the bed furthest into the room and watch television or talk until His return. His girls moved to obey His command but He did not miss the look of disappointment upon the faces before Him. Master leaned over the bed kissing both His girls and spoke softly as He let U/us know that this was a necessary preliminary meeting so He could meet this Master face to face first and be sure His girls would be completely safe and for Master Max to also be assured that things were as they seemed. He promised They would return shortly and told His girls they were free to do anything they wished except to seek entrance to the adjoining room or allow A/anyone to enter O/our room while He was absent. His sluts assured Master that His instructions would be followed to the letter and with a final kiss to each Master departed the room taking the key and locking the door behind Him.

Master has satellite and a television in the sleeper but pet and angel rarely have possession of the remote so it was a real treat for His sluts to lie there and surf the channels looking for something to occupy T/their time. W/we watched a few minutes of a couple of old favorites but mostly W/we whispered (so if A/anyone was next door W/we wouldn't be heard) about the evening ahead. W/we wondered if Master Max' slave was next door or had been allowed to go with the Men. W/we wondered what He looked like and what sort of play T/they were used to engaging in. W/we figured that since Master Max had a female as well as male slave there were some twists to the relationships that could be new and rather exciting... especially since sissy and angel both had expressed to Master a desire to see Him with a male slave at some time or another in real life.

Master returned after about forty-five minutes and, after entering and locking the door, motioned for His sluts to kneel at His side near the adjoining door. He looked down at His sluts and ran His hands down O/our hair as He asked U/us if there were any questions or concerns W/we wished to address with Him before the evening commenced. W/we assured Him there were not and, after a moment... satisfied that all was as it should be... Master knocked as His sluts took the correct kneeling position for greeting and awaited what lie beyond the door.

The inside door to the adjoining room slowly opened as Master invited Master Max and His slave into O/our room. Both of Master's girl's eyes sought the floor at Master's feet as W/we knelt motionless and awaited T/their entrance. As Master Max entered sissy rose slightly in her kneel and slowly reached forward to release Master Max' penis from His trousers, taking it into her mouth deeply as she greeted Him in the manner expected. Master Max' slave boi followed Him on a leash bent at the waist with his head positioned next to his Master's right hip... indicating Master Max was left-handed... as a slave always follows Master at His weakest side so that in an instance of conflict Master's sword arm is free to take up arms and defend what is His.

After a few moments sissy released Master Max' semi-erect cock and angel rose up in one's kneel to greet Him also, taking His cock fully into Master's cunt and deep into one's throat as one so enjoys the taste of a full thick cock. Master's sluts having greeted His Guest in so formal a manner seemed to please Master Max greatly as He unleashed His slave boi and signaled for His slut to greet Master in like fashion. Master Max' slave boi moved to kneel before O/our Master as he reached forward and released Master's cock leaning forward and pulling it's entire length deep into his throat, gobbling Master's cock whole in the most greedy fashion... making Master's cock long, thick and hard almost instantly. Let this girl tell Y/you that seeing Master's cock plunging in and out of Master Max' slave boi's lips was a very erotic sight for sissy and angel, indeed.

Master reached down and removed the slave boi from His now turgid cock smiling His thanks and greeting to Master Max as each extended His hand in a hearty hand shake and Master invited Master Max and His slut boi to enter and relax. Master Max' slave boi returned to His follow position, placing His head to the side so his Master could again attach his lead and followed Him into the room, settling into a kneel next to His Master as He took a comfortable chair next to the only table in the room. Master hand signaled His sluts to come to Him as he seated Himself at the foot of the bed... at which W/we crawled to His left side, sissy first at His left and angel behind sissy also on His left. Master reached down and took hold of the leads attached to His sluts and placed the end under His leg there, indicating that His sluts were to stay there unless otherwise commanded.

As W/we entered town, Master had stopped to purchase some refreshments and mix, getting a few extra cups and a bucket of ice from the front desk as He paid for O/our room. Master indicated a need to quench His thirst at which pet asked to be allowed to fetch Master and His Guest a drink. Master nodded in the affirmative and asked for a Jim Beam and coke... instructing pet to ask Master Max what He desired as a libation. Master Max told pet that a Jim Beam and coke sounded good as well and pet looked up toward Master, but not directly at Him and asked for permission to be allowed to attend to the task. Master reached down as pet tilted her head to the side, allowing Master to remove the lead, as He gave her permission to leave her place at His side.

Sissy rose gracefully... long thick strawberry blonde hair draping her back and shoulders in a bronze cloud...her voluptuous breasts, captured at the nipples in the grips of the nipple clamps still securely fastened and gleaming against her creamy alabaster skin... her soft white shoulders squared as her hands rested together at the waist in back... moving to the dresser in a most sensual fluid motion where Master's sluts had displayed the necessary ingredients for such a task when preparing the room earlier. Taking two glasses from the cellophane bags containing them, sissy placed several cubes of ice in each, adding two fingers of Jim Beam to each and completing the mix with coke, stirring with the straw provided for such use. When satisfied she had mixed each well sissy placed the straw upon a napkin for future use and taking a napkin in each hand, lifted each glass as well, turning with a drink in each hand and asked Master if she could approach and serve Him to which Master replied 'yes one may'.

Sissy moved to kneel at Master's feet, placing Master Max' drink on a napkin at her side... offering up to Master His drink with the voiced desire that Master find pleasure in the consumption of His chosen refreshment and the service of His sluts this night. Master smiled as He took her offering and, stroking her cheek, told her that indeed His sluts always brought Him pleasure, at which time He indicated that sissy could continue her serve and attend to His Guest's needs.

Moving back a foot or so from Master's feet sissy rose and turned, lifting Master Max' drink in the same motion and asked Master Max if one could be allowed to approach Him and serve. Master Max indicated that He would be delighted and bade sissy approach. Taking only about three steps put sissy at His feet where she kneeled again and offered up Master Max' refreshment and her deepest desires that it quench His thirst and that he also find delight in the service of A/all the slaves present this night. Remaining motionless... poised in a perfect kneel before Him... sissy awaited Him as He took the glass and agreed that Master's slut was well trained and that it delighted Him, indeed, to see so lovely a serve as sissy had presented. Master Max instructed sissy to return to her place at Master's feet at which sissy thanked Him for His kind words to a lowly slave, moving quickly back to her place beside Master, tilting her head again as Master reached forward and reattached the leash to sissy's collar.

Master reached into His jacket pocket and pulled out two packages of M&Ms seeking Master Max' approval before offering the prized treats to sissy and Master Max' slut boi. Seeing the look of puzzlement upon Master Max' face, Master explained that angel was a diabetic and not allowed sweets often... as He spoke Master reached again into His pocket and pulled out a third bag, handing it to angel with a look that told one that this special treat would not be repeated again for some time to which angel smiled in dazed wonderment and thanked Master for His generosity in a most heart felt 'thank You, Master'. Master watched in amusement along with Master Max as Their slaves, in turn, opened these special gifts and savored the candy coated chocolates, trying to make them last as long as possible, giggling to each O/other at this unexpected delight.