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A Night To Remember C

By: Morgain



Maura waited for him on a cliff, their cliff, over looking the ocean. she was wearing a white flowing dress made of near sheer material and when the wind blew her nipples would harden and show through the thin material. she had waited an hour for her lover to arrive, but he was no where to be seen. Maura sat on the blanket she had spread out earlier and watched the sun set into the ocean. "The stars will be out soon" she thought, "good thing its a full moon tonight, I'll at least be able to see his face a little bit. if he ever gets here." Another gust of wind blew hardening her nipples once more. Maura began to massage one of them and thought or Isaac. A shudder of pleasure washed over her. "God, I hope he gets here soon!" she thought

Isaac walked up the path to the cliff at a hurried pace. He had waited three long months for this moment and he had to be late. "damn traffic!" he muttered under his breath. "The one time I get to see Maura and everything has got to go wrong!" Not only had it been traffic, the dinner Isaac had been preparing burned, the flowers he ordered never came, all that traffic he hit, and then when he finally get here the park was closed and he had to walk 4 extra miles including the 2 it takes to get up to the cliff. "God this is getting me even more frustrated!" Isaac exclaimed, "thank God I'm almost there." the bulge in Isaac pants was becoming excruciating painful, every time he took a step it aggravated his little member. 

"Oh God, all I wanna do is sink into her and tell her how much I love her!" Isaac said to himself, but all he thought about was jerking of right here, right now. "I gotta wait, I gotta wait." he said

Isaac and Maura had met three months ago at the top of the cliff. Maura had hiked up there on her own to meditate. Isaac just enjoyed hiking as a past time. When they met each other it was electric. Both of them held pent up sexual frustration and when they both saw each others sweating muscular bodies they were overcome by a sexual craze. Isaac grabbed Maura's arms and they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing upon each other. Isaac slid his hand up to cup Maura's voluptuous breast, he massaged the nipple as Maura moaned out in pleasure. She then reached down and began to stroke Isaacs little member. She then unzipped his pants as they continued to kiss. 

Isaac's penis practically jumped into Maura's hand, "my God he's huge! he must be 8 inches!" she thought to herself. Isaac unbuttoned Maura's shirt as she un did his pants, both shirt and pant fell to the ground simultaneously. they both stopped kissing and looked into each others eyes. then, in an instant, they flung the rest of their cloths off and embraced each other one again into a deep sensuous kiss. Isaac then picked Maura up gently and laid Her against a slanted smooth rock. He began to kiss all up and down her neck and breast. he gently suckled on one nipple as his fingers rolled the other around. Maura let out a cry of pleasure, she was so close, so unbelievable close. Isaac then lifted one of Maura's legs and looking deep into her eyes, he plunged his full length into her. 

She arched her back and moaned in ecstasy. He then began to slowly move in and out of her creating a slow rhythm that she matched. He grinded and pounded into her with such force that they both had their orgasm simultaneously. screaming out with pleasure they slowed and finally, they both slid to the ground. Maura, as she slid down the rock scraped her back and began to bleed. Isaac seeing that she was in pain grabbed his shirt and pressed it up to her back gently. He then picked her up and held he in his arms and they watched the sun set together.

And so it was that they kept in contact over months, but since they lives 100's of miles away, meeting on a regular basis was hard to do. Until finally Maura flew into New England, and when she was near her destination, left a note for Isaac at work hoping he would receive it. He new where to meet her...she would be waiting.

Isaac finally made it to the cliff, as he neared it he saw the silhouette of Maura against the setting sun. "God, she's beautiful!" he thought to himself. Maura sensed that he was near, she turned around and there he was. Pleasure filled his eyes as it did hers. This will be a night to remember...

A Night to Remember Ch. 01



The following in this series are letters written to me by my lover...

*

I'll never forget the passion and the intensity of the way you made love to me that night, Sweetheart. We met under a silvery sliver of moonlight, held by a scythe. You had held my heart for so many years, and we had shared ourselves with each other in passion and romance. But in those unforgettable moments under that shadowy moon, our souls were fused forever.

It was 7 o'clock on that Saturday evening in November. We had been talking about our big night out for a couple of months. We'd driven over to the romantic and beautiful city hard on the rugged coast of Northern California--the city of San Francisco. We'd strolled that day along Fisherman's Wharf and enjoyed a sidewalk crab cocktail. We had toured the incredible Rodin collection at the Palace of the Legion of Honor--an ornate turn-of-teh-century building in the lee of the Golden Gate Bridge. And now, here we were, having showered and dressed into our formal attire for a showing of The Phantom Of The Opera at the Curran.

Our room at the venerable and elegant St. Francis Hotel was already laid out for a night of romance later. The candles were in place. Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik (A Little Night Music) was ready on the CD stereo. And a bottle of Dom Perignon was already chilling in its stand, ready for our return.

When you came out of the bathroom and I saw you, I was stunned into silence. You were an ethereal vision of feminine beauty. Your lithe and agile body perfectly filled out your little black dress, revealing a winsome hint of cleavage from the plunging neckline and your well-toned, athletic legs enhanced by your 4-inch stilettos. You were wearing the dangling diamond earrings I had bought for you for our 5th anniversary, and your lips--accentuated by the maroon hue you'd just applied--smiled shyly as you watched me gaze in amazement at your stunning beauty.

"God, Lillian," I rasped, "you're incredible." 

"Only for you," you smiled. "Only for you."

I thought I was doing well to look as handsome as I could for you in my traditional black tux with the black bowtie. I was even wearing a white silk scarf for effect. But I immediately realized that all eyes would be on you tonight, for your beauty was stunning. And it would be my privilege and honor to escort you on my arm.

We rode the elevator downstairs to the spacious lobby, past the famous clock which had survived the '06 earthquake. And then I gave you your first surprise of the evening. Instead of heading to the valet stand to retrieve our car, I pointed us in the opposite direction--to the Powell Street side--where a beautiful stretch Lincoln limousine awaited us. You were shocked when the driver opened the door and let us in, and--after getting behind the wheel and giving us a pleasant greeting and closing the privacy glass between him and us--you finally spoke and said "you know I've always had this fantasy, don't you?"

"Why do you think I did this, Sweetheart?" I replied. "I want us to live out our fantasies always."

As we rode to the restaurant, I reached over and held your hand and you surprised me for the first time that wonderful night by immediately sliding my hand between your legs. You let me feel the silkiness of your sheer stockings, and you slid my fingers over the elastic garters which held them in place. You leaned into me, and whispered "Want to feel what you've done to me?"

Wordlessly, I slid my fingertips inside your swollen, already sopping-wet pussy, playfully toying with your erect clit. You were squirming in the seat almost instantly. And you instinctively reached for my rock-hard cock, already saluting you through my slacks. "How far is it to the restaurant?" you asked me. "Not far enough," I laughed, as I continued to toy with you relentlessly, watching your eyes roll back in your head as you reveled in my touch. "I want you to fuck me, Don," you said. But knowing that we didn't have time, and that so much of our evening was still ahead of us, I decided that you needed to be tortured with desire, and satisfied in increments, rather than having all of the feast all at one time.

And so I slid over against the door of the limo, and slid you over next to me so that your back was against my chest and your leg was draped over the bench seat. I began kissing your neck slowly and seductively, and once again slid my fingers over your silky legs, my fingertips making little circles over your knees, the inside of your knees, your upper thighs, and finally into your waiting, eager pussy. 

You were incredibly wet. You were literally flowing.

And without warning, I slid three fingers inside you, as my thumb rolled slowly over your erect clit. My middle finger found your G-spot, and I finger-fucked you with relish as my tongue and mouth tasted your beautiful neck and ears. Your breathing was ragged, and you gasped "I want to scream." And I whispered back to you, as I continued to fuck your pussy mercilessly with my hand "go ahead, Sweetheart...just don't hold back."

That was all you needed. You came instantly, a deep, resonant, powerful, total body orgasm, and your screams of delight and release were the sweetest music to my ears. I withdrew slowly, still kissing you gently, and holding you close to me in my strong arms. "I want you even more now," you said. 

"I know," I smiled. "And you have no idea how much I want you. But we're almost there, and we have the whole night ahead of us. And that was only the hors d' ouevre." As the limo slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant, I helped put you back together and before we knew it, the door opened and the driver let us out at the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. 

"Back in ninety minutes," he smiled. I thanked him, while you stood nervously, self-consciously on the sidewalk. As we walked into the restaurant, you said "do you think he knew? he didn't say a word...maybe he didn't hear us." 

"Don't kid yourself," I said as I winked at you. And we both laughed joyfully, and walked inside the sumptuous Italian restaurant for our delicious meal. Little was I to know that the Italian food was only the first course...



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



i sit at the computer, focused intently on something i'm typing. My hair is up in a ponytail, off the back of my neck. i have apparently been sitting still for some time, because i feel stiff, and need to stretch. Before standing up, i stretch my arms up above my head and lean back slightly, arching my back. i have no idea at what point You have sneaked in, for i never heard a sound. 

My first indication of Your presence is the sudden capture of my wrists, clasped firmly and held fast above my head. i try to look at You, only to have You gently hold my head steady and whisper "No..." in my ear. i feel you taking my hair down, running your fingers through it before lowering my arms. Pulling me up and turning me toward you, i can feel your hands tangling in my hair as you kiss me deeply, almost roughly, your passion a steel edge on your tender kiss. Just as i begin to moan and lean in to you, you break off the kiss. Barely raising Your voice above a whisper, you begin to tell me what you have planned for the evening. The feel of your breath on my neck makes me shiver, and i can feel myself growing wet. You can tell how aroused i'm becoming, and You are quite pleased with my reaction to you. Your soft laughter intrigues me, and i await your bidding. 

You instruct me to go shower and prepare myself properly while You select my clothing for tonight's venture. i am to be very sure that i have cleansed myself completely, for my appearance is a reflection on you as my Master, and punishment for reflecting badly upon you will be swift and harsh, indeed. With that gentle threat, you remove my clothing, sending me off to the shower with a somewhat less than gentle swat on my ass.

In the shower, i feel the water flow over me, washing away the last of the day's tensions and building the anticipation for the evening's activities. Whatever You have planned, i can tell it's going to be quite a night. Once i have washed, conditioned and rinsed my hair, i set to work removing all traces of hair from my legs, underarms and pubic region. i linger over the last; using my touch to be very sure no trace of stubble remains. i linger a bit too long on the task, feeling the need building inside me, and just as i start to slip a finger inside myself, i feel the blast of cold water and know that you've caught me. 

i try to leap out of the shower, but you hold me under the icy water, telling me that i will be much warmer very soon, so i might as well appreciate the coolness while i have the chance. Somehow, this does not sound very comforting. After what feels like hours, but is in reality mere moments, you allow me to get out of the shower. Shivering, i stand meekly as you dry me, slowly warming under the gentle motion of your hands as you smooth my skin with the scented lotion you prefer me to wear. At your command, i stand for your inspection, legs apart, hands clasped over my head, eyes lowered. 

You walk slowly around me, running your hands quickly and impersonally over my body, assuring yourself that i have groomed myself to your high standards. As your hand slips up between my legs, your inspection becomes more detailed, your fingers exploring every nook and cranny of my intimate details. You slip one, then two fingers deep inside me, smiling at the moan that slips unbidden from my throat. Teasing, you pull out slightly, and then dive in again, enjoying the obvious fight i'm having to remain still and silent. Reminding me that i am not allowed to cum without your permission, you continue the onslaught, slipping a finger into both holes and rubbing your thumb against my clit. Unable to stand the sensations any longer, i cry out, begging permission to cum. You laugh, removing your hand and casually walk out; telling me it is time to get dressed. Shaking, evidence of my extreme arousal running down my thighs, i follow on legs that will barely support me. When You glance back at me, i can see the fire in your eyes, assuring me that tonight will be a night not soon forgotten.

My eyes widen at the sight of the clothing you have selected for me. Chic indeed, but far more risqué then you normally allow. Sheer black stockings and garter, no panties of course, and a demi-cup bra that lifts my breasts, leaving my nipples exposed completely. i slip into the silky dress you've chosen, low cut in front and shorter than i usually wear... any leaning forward will expose my breasts to anyone watching, and just being seated will leave little to the imagination of anyone who happens to glance over. When i have finished dressing, i look for your approval, but you merely shake your head and point behind me toward the bed. 

i see now what i had not previously noticed... a cloth-covered tray. At your gesture, i pull aside the black silk cloth and stand in silent surprise at what you have placed there. Stepping up behind me, you lift my skirt and instruct me to keep it raised and my legs spread. You take the egg from the tray, and place it against my lips, slipping it into my mouth for lubrication before sliding it deep inside my already wet cunt. My eyes close briefly as i enjoy the sensation of your fingers deep inside me, but open wide as You press on my back, bending me over the bed. i can feel the plug sliding between the lips of my wet cunt, as you roll it in the wetness between my legs and slide it quickly up my tight ass. i gasp as i feel my body adjust to the intrusion, and grow even wetter as you swat me firmly against the base of the plug and tell me to stand up and fetch my leash.

i hurry eagerly to the small table in the foyer, opening the drawer and drawing out the thin leather leash and heavy collar lying there. When i return to the room, i see that you have placed a cushion on the floor in front of you, so that i may kneel before you and not damage my appearance. i do so willingly, lowering my head and holding out the collar and lead to You. Your stern "No" startles me, and i glance up to see You watching me with equal parts of amusement and annoyance. Frantically, i review in my mind your command, realizing that you ordered me to fetch only the leash. 

i quickly detach the collar and lay it on the bed, once more falling into position and offering the lead to you. A quiet chuckle confirms this theory, and i feel your hand under my chin in a silent command to present my neck for collaring. Eyes properly lowered, i am unable to see what You buckle around my neck, but the weight is different indeed from the heavy leather training collar i know so well. 

i hear the click of the lead fastened, and feel the tug commanding you to rise. You stop in the hallway in front of the mirror, and allow me to marvel at the beautiful thin black collar and its small gold heart-shaped lock that now hugs my throat so deliciously. i take in the sight of my reflection and feel a small burst of pride knowing that You are well pleased with Your pet. A sharp tug on the lead draws me back to reality and the open door that ushers me out into the night on our glorious adventure.



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



It had been a long day and to top things off, she had just gotten off the phone with her ex who had informed her that he was talking to her best friend. Frustrated and heartbroken at the same time, she went to check her e-mail one more time before calling it a night. There were a few junk things, a few forwarded things, and one from an address she didn't recognize. What the hell, she thought as she opened the e-mail. It was from a guy who had read her profile. 

Normally, she ignored e-mails from strangers, but as she started to read what he had written, she could feel a smile creep across her face despite her bad mood. What's the worse that can happen? So she wrote him back, thanking him for the laugh, but not really expecting a reply. As she was getting ready to turn the computer off, a new e-mail popped up. It was from him. She couldn't help but read it. This went on for about an hour before he finally asked if she had instant messenger. They talked there for hours, joking and flirting and just talking. Around 2 or 3AM he gave her his #, saying that he had to get off the computer before he turned into a pumpkin, but if she ever wanted to talk...with a huge stupid grin on her face, she went to take a cool shower, hoping to clear her head. She walked across the house, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, and the first thing she saw was her phone. She nervously dialed the number he had given her and after a few rings she heard a friendly "hello." 

They talked on the phone, giggling for a couple hours when he asked if she wanted to come over for a little while. Her head and the rest of her body fought while he softly spoke of the possibilities. She glanced at the clock. 5AM. In just 8 hours she would be serving Easter supper for 9 people. I'm up and he seems nice enough. So she pulled on some pajamas and got into her car. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach as he guided her to his apartment, surprisingly close to her own home. After a few wrong turns, she finally parked and walked up to the balcony where he stood waiting for her. He smiled and hugged her before inviting her in.

They stood talking for a few minutes before he laughed, saying, "you're terrified. Sit down so you can stop shaking." She couldn't help but laugh as she sat across from him. They sat there talking about everything and nothing, laughing and smiling for hours. She glanced up at the clock. 9AM. She stood up and walked over to his bed, grinning cheekily at him and she sprawled out across it. "Goodnight" she said, closing her eyes and faking sleep. 

"Oh, I don't think so!" he replied, walking over to the bedside and rolling her over. 

She couldn't stop smiling as he lay beside her, nudging her, urging her to wake up. She giggled and finally rolled onto her side, looking into his deep blue eyes. They were lying close enough to feel each other's body heat, but not touching. His leg brushed hers a few times as they lay there talking, sending shivers up her spine. She had a nervous habit of biting her nails and finally he reached up to grab her hand, linking his fingers with hers. Her heart pounded in her chest as they made their first contact. In her mind she was thinking how crazy this whole thing was, but still, she held her breath, afraid he might feel her heart trying to escape her chest. The two of them laid there for what seemed like forever, sometimes talking, sometimes gazing at each other, sometimes with their eyes closed. All the while slowing getting closer together until she could feel her breasts pushing against his chest, their faces almost touching, their voices dropped to a whisper. His fingers played over her ears, making her eyes flutter shut and her breaths deepen. He leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of her nose, forcing a smile to fill up her face. She looked into his eyes as they both moved toward each other, their lips meeting in the middle, sending electricity all through her body.

His lips were so soft and moist and it had been so long since she had been kissed. Her hands caressed his head, fingers running through his silky hair as his hands slowly and gently explored her body. The kiss became more passionate and the gentle exploring hands turned into groping. Their legs became intertwined, she moaned softly against his lips as she slowly grinded against his thigh. 

He gently pushed her onto her back and moved on top of her. She wrapped her leg around his waist as they kissed hungrily. Their clothed bodies moved against each other, teasing until they could no longer stand it. He lifted her arms over her head and slowly lifted her shirt. Trailing his warm fingers down her soft skin, letting them linger across her bellybutton before hooking his thumbs into the waist band of her pants. To his pleasant surprise, he had been right about his guess to her lack of panties. He stood and quickly shed his own clothes, not in the same sensual manner he had done for hers.

When he finally reached between her legs, his fingers finding her dripping sex, she let out a loud moan. He slid his fingers in and out of her, causing her to writhe and moan beneath him. He kissed her softly and looked down into her eyes. "What do you want?" he whispers against her lips.

"You!" she gasped, unable to get any more words out.

She gazed up into his eyes as she spread her legs, allowing him to move between them. He leaned over, pressing his lips hard against hers as he slowly slid his cock into her tight sex. She gasped as he stretched and filled her. He groaned at the feeling of her tight grip around him. Slowly, slowly he started moving his hips up and down, pulling and pushing his length in and out of her, running his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back to kiss her neck and ears. She grabbed at his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him into her center. She moaned in pleasure, her chest heaving against his. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and sped up, pounding into her now. Her cries of pleasure filling the air as his pelvis pushed against her clit with each thrust. His thrusts slowed as he pushed himself deeper into her hot sex. She held him tight as he ground his hips against her a few more times before crying out in pleasure, spilling his warm seed into her pussy.

His arms collapsed and he settled on top of her sweating body, his cock still throbbing deep inside her as he kissed her softly. She couldn't help but smile as he finally slid out of her sex and rolled over next to her. He took her in his arms, holding her close as the mixture of their juices dripped down her ass, pooling on the sheet below. With her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and sighed happily, softly whispering, "wow."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, slowly stroking her back. "Happy Easter," he replied. 



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



Let me start this story by giving you a basic description of my mother and I. I stand at six foot three, I have green eyes, shaved brown hair and fair skin. I am a little on the hefty side, but I don't look half bad seeing as my large frame disperses most of my weight across my body. My mother on the other hand is a stone cold fox.

My mother is 46, five foot ten, crimson red hair, blue eyes, and a slim body (which she had kept because of daily working out). She has amazing breasts as well, 36 DD (I peeked one time while i was doing laundry for the both of us). And despite their size, when she goes bra-less, they don't sag hardly at all. She has legs like you wouldn't believe too. The stretch for miles and are a nice crimson bronze due to all the tanning she does. 

As I'm sure you can tell by my description of her, she has been in my fantasies for years. I would do anything for the chance to fuck my mother, but never would I try anything for fear of breaking the relationship we have as mother and son.

It has been just the two of us for about ten years now, since my dad died in the plane crash. I don't like to talk about it, neither does my mom so we try and avoid the subject whenever possible. One  Friday night I am laying in bed bored out of my skull, once again snuffed by the girl I wanted to try and go out with, when there is a knock on my door.

"Yea?" I call through the door to my mother whom I know is the only one who could be on the other side.

"Hun?"My mother asked as she opens the door, "I have to run to the store for a few ok? Is there anything u would like me to pick up for you while I'm there?"

"No thanks mom, I'm fine for now. Thanks anyway." I reply as she pokes her head in.

"Ok Jim, I'll be back in about an hour or so. If u need me or change your mind call my cell." She says as she closes the door.

"Oh my god..." I groan as I fall back onto my bed. "so bored... so lonely... so horny..."

I lay there for a few minutes and imagine my mom in her swimsuit as she is tanning out back. I then have an idea. I spring out of my bed and move to my moms room. Once inside I look around and slowly inhale the sweet scent of her perfume that has lingered in the air after she has gone. The gentle smell of lilac with just a hint of rose. 

I move to her dresser silently and slowly open one of her drawers. I see folded shirts. Not what I'm looking for. I then move to another drawer, opening this one, I am greeted by what I AM looking for, her bras and... thongs?! I never before this point pictured my mother wearing a thong, let alone a lacy black silk one. I pull it out from the drawer and as I do, I feel something brush against my hand. Not something one would normally expect to feel in an underwear drawer, something hard, something plastic. I reach in and pull out an old VHS tape. 

"I wonder what this is?" I say to myself out loud.

I move over and sit upon my mothers bed as I push the tape into the VCR/DVD player she has hooked up to her TV and hit the play button. I am granted an all access view of a woman laying on her back, moaning softly and having her pussy eaten out by a buff man I have never seen before. As I watch this for a few minutes, I slowly begin to get hard, wondering why my mom would have a tape like this. She doesn't seem the type... does she?

I can no longer control myself, so I unzip my pants and pull out my fully hard, seven inch member, and start to slowly rub my mothers panties over him. The feeling is exceptional, nothing like I've ever felt before. I'm not sure if its because of my mothers panties or because of her porn, but this is the most excited I've ever been in my life.

I slow down on myself for fear of cuming to quickly. I want to enjoy this, feel every part of it. By now the woman has gotten out of the position she was in and has been sucking off the man who was fairly small for a porno, probably only 5 or 6 inches, for a good 5 minutes now.

"What are you doing in here?!" My mother calls at me from behind.

As soon as i realize it is my mother I try and hide my erection while simultaneously try to turn the TV off. All i manage to do is hit the pause button right as the woman is coming up and has the very tip of his cock still inside her mouth. I spin around and stare at mom and realize she is in a short dark blue skirt that hugs her hips and ass very well, and only comes down to her mid thigh. 

She also has on a tight black V-neck shirt that shows off more cleavage than I thought was ever possible on a woman, and a light smattering of makeup upon her face, accentuating her face even more. My erection only grows at this sight which isn't good at this exact moment.

"UH-uh-uh M-m-mom, I thought you went for groceries!" I stammered as I realized the situation I was in.

"I did, and realized when I got there I had forgotten my wallet. Now young man,"she continues in a mother like tone, "what are you doing here? Watching my video? Why?"

"I-I-I'm sorry mom... this is the first time I've ever done this I didn't mean to, I mean, I was just lonely and no one was around so... I just.... I don't know... Ill go to my room now."

"Now hold on lil mister," she said, her voice softening a little bit, "I didn't say I was angry, I asked why and what you were doing in here."

I was confused by this, This wasn't her normal way of doing things, she would normally get angry send me to my room and I would wait it out there until she decided on a punishment. This was coming as a big shock to me and I was stunned to say the least.

"I was, well you know... and I don't have anything to help me and its just that you are so beautiful, I thought, maybe I could use... some help... and..." As I spoke I slowly got softer to where I was almost completely inaudible.

My mother then walked slowly across the room towards me and reaches out her hand and pulled her thong from my grasp with only a gentle tug. I wished at that moment to be swallowed by a black hole to never be seen nor heard from again. I am now thankful that did not happen. She then ran her fingers over the silky thong, smearing the small amount of precum I had gotten on it, all over it.

"I see you were enjoying yourself, do you know why that is the only movie in my possession?" She asked as she studied the thong intently.

"No."

"Because near the end of the movie, I'm in it." She replied casually.

My mouth dropped to the floor. Or it would have had it not been attached to my head. My mother in a porno? It couldn't be.

"Yes, I suck a man off as he eats out another woman on the bed." She continued, now staring at me with those deep blue eyes of hers.

"Really? Wow... I uh... never thought that you.. I mean not that I would think of you like that but.." I continued stammering nervous and confused by the entire situation.

My mother looks at me and then her eyes slowly move downwards toward my incredibly painful hard-on, which i realize at this point is only half covered. The other half is proudly sticking out of the top of my pants as if on display saying 'Suck me please!' 

"My, my, my... what have we here?" My mother says as she moves into a squatting position, slowly sliding a finger over my half covered member.

My mother then commenced in one fell swoop, to pull my pants and boxers down, and my member out. Her hand felt like pure joy, the softness of her skin on her fingers slowly rubbing the shaft of my fully erect throbbing cock. She then moved her head down upon my dick and slowly starts to bob up and down upon my cock head, licking the underside of my shaft and tickling my balls with her fingers from her other hand.

She continues slowly licking my dick getting it deeper and deeper into her mouth and eventually into her throat. After i started fucking her throat I could no longer hold on.

"Oh my god mom! Don't stop I'm gonna cum!" I groaned in pleasure as she redoubled her efforts upon my cock

Only a short time later did I blow my entire load into the back of her throat. Rope after gooey rope of cum came out. It was by far the hardest I had ever cum in my entire life. Staggering back onto the bed, I sat there in shock as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me as aftershocks.

"Wow, mom that was amazing," I said to her, "I've never had that done before."

"Well then this will be a night of firsts for my baby boy." My mother said as she straddles my lap.

The rest of the night was well on its way, and I never knew what was about to hit me...



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



The elevator doors opened to the penthouse foyer. It was as big as Jack's living room at his home. Stepping out, he was greeted by an abstract sculpture of what appeared to be a man and woman entwined in love's embrace. It was only about two feet high, but it sat on a square marble pedestal that brought it to eye level; not surprising given his boss's reputation. Only two chairs, one on either side of the ornate double-door entrance, were the only other objects in the foyer.

As he approached the entrance, talking, laughing, music and other sounds wafted through the doors, all indicative of a party going on. It was the reason for Jack's visit, and he felt as out of place as this sculpture would be in a church. He had just been promoted to the position of Vice President of Accounting, and his boss, Peter, the owner of the company and host of this party, insisted he come to celebrate his advancement.

Jack was by no means a party animal, preferring to live a quiet life way out in the suburbs with his Susie homemaker wife, Sally. She, too, had encouraged him to attend, refusing to drive into town to join him because she was hosting a gathering of ladies from some neighborhood beautification committee, which was the real reason she didn't want him home. It seemed her life was all about home and neighborhood improvements and he was just in the way most of the time; not a very warm and loving marriage.

So, here he was.

As he raised his fist to knock on the door, it was suddenly opened by a beautiful black-haired woman in a matching cocktail dress that showed off her very large breasts. She was laughing drunkenly and wiggling to get free of a man who had his hands all over her, one lifting up her ultra short hem exposing a well-rounded, thonged ass cheek. The couple made it to the elevator, hit a button, and just as the doors closed, Jack saw the man paw her tits and mash his mouth to hers.

If he hadn't felt out of place before, he certainly did now.

With the entrance now open, Jack stepped in without waiting for someone to admit him. All he could see was a lot of people. All of the men were dressed in coats and ties, but the women . . . most were wearing cocktail dresses similar to the woman who had just nearly run him over; all very stylish and extremely revealing—as though it was a contest. This was way out of Jack's league. These were the in-crowd. So, what was he doing here?

Jack didn't know Peter very well. Prior to his promotion, he had been the assistant vice president of accounting, so all of the boss's contact with the accounting department had been through Jack's now-retired predecessor, the previous vice president. But Jack had heard that the boss was something of a playboy, lived in a fancy penthouse downtown, drove expensive cars, and basically just lived the good life. Now, Jack was witnessing first hand just how accurate was that hearsay.

Making his way into the cavernous living area, the source of the music was revealed as a jazz combo set up and playing in one corner. In the opposite corner was the bar, but Jack felt he should first seek and greet the boss before securing a scotch and water to get him through the evening. He wondered what the minimum amount of time was he could get away with staying.

Peter was sitting on the arm of an overstuffed easy chair, drink in one hand, which was occupied by a beautiful brunette with another low cut dress. He was obviously spying down her top. Her legs were crossed to reveal a generous amount of thigh. They were talking to a group of other men and women all similarly attired. As he approached, Jack noticed Peter's other hand was resting on the woman's shoulder lightly massaging her skin, occasionally slipping under the spaghetti strap. The woman didn't seem to mind, and Jack wondered if she was his wife. As far as he knew, Peter was married.

Jack maintained his position a couple of feet away so he wouldn't interrupt the conversation that was going on. A moment later, Peter turned and spotted Jack. He arose to greet his vice president with a warm handshake and smile.

"Glad you could make it, Jack."

"Thanks, but I feel a little out of place here."

"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll fit in just fine. Get yourself a drink and mingle." Peter leaned in, winked and whispered, "There are a quite a few attractive young ladies here for the taking."

Nervously, Jack mumbled, "Oh, I'm married. I couldn't—"

"So, am I. But no one will tell," Peter assured, patting Jack on the back. 

"Oh, is that your wife?" he asked, nodding to the woman in the chair.

"No, no, she's around somewhere," Peter said with a wave of his hand in no particular direction. "You go enjoy yourself. We'll talk later."

Taking that as dismissal, Jack was only too happy to head for the bar. Along the way, there didn't appear to be too many "attractive young ladies here for the taking." It seemed they were all already taken. Every woman seemed to be paired with a man, many of whom were being quite friendly with their partner: hands strategically placed on female bodies, on shoulders, around waists hovering above asses, on legs if seated. He wondered how many of these lucky guys would get fucked tonight. Certainly not him. Not here, and definitely not at home.

Jack liked to look at women as much as the next guy. The problem was, when they heard he was an accountant, they automatically assumed he was the most boring person in the room. His wife even thought that about him. It made him wonder how they ever got together, or why they stayed married, except that he earned a respectable salary, which enabled her to engage in her pet projects. They rarely did anything together, except on those frequent occasions that they had friends over. Sally liked to entertain. He liked to have fun and could be a fun guy, but nobody gave him the chance. On one occasion, he'd even omitted any reference to his occupation, but nothing came of it, and he later learned it was because someone said he just looked like an accountant. Jack couldn't understand that. He didn't think he was bad looking. He only wore glasses while at work.

That was why on the rare occasions, such as this, that he attended a party or gathering, he simply staked out a place near the bar and watched the people—mostly the women. Such was the case tonight. Once he'd been served his scotch and water, he merely stepped aside. He had to admit that as much as he had dreaded coming to this party, there was the greatest concentration of hot women that he had ever before seen in one place at one time.

But before he could begin his scan, his eyes beheld a group of three women in the corner of the dining area, all blonde, all dressed to kill, except the one in the center seemed more elegant and refined than not only her two companions, but all of the women he had seen here so far. She was unquestionably the most beautiful woman here; she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Jack was mesmerized. He could not tear his eyes away.

And in that, Jack noticed in her expression what he believed to be boredom. Well, he could certainly relate to that. If he hadn't had her to please his eyes he would be going out of his mind. Maybe she just wasn't interested in the discussion with the two other ladies.

A moment later, a young man approached the group. There was discussion, to which Jack's girl shook her head, as though not interested in what he was saying. One of the other girls was all smiles and nods, and finally, she got up and walked off with the guy.

The conversation between the remaining two ladies resumed, with the other doing most of the talking. Jack's girl merely nodded politely, but still appeared apathetic. Then, another man stepped up, more discussion, again Jack's girl shook her head, and this time, the other girl got up and left.

Finally, yet another man hovered in on Jack's girl, and like his predecessors, he struck out. Jack was certain they were bombarding her with clever one-liners, but she just wasn't having any of it. Maybe what she needed was someone more sedate; someone such as an accountant. Or was that way too far in the opposite direction. But even if he got that far, what was his plan? Just to talk? About what? It's not like he was the most clever person in the room.

Jack shook his head. He couldn't believe he was even entertaining such thoughts. He had never attempted to pick up a woman; didn't even know how. He glanced at her again. Still, what harm would there be in a little talk?

Gulping the remainder of his drink, Jack stepped over to the bar for a refill. While waiting, he glimpsed the bartender's name badge. Joe. Carrie's Party Planners. From this position, with the other people at the bar, he couldn't see the woman. With a full glass, he said, "Thanks, Joe," then moved out of the way, but when he glanced into the dining room, she was gone. Craning his neck to see the entrance, there was no indication that anyone had just departed. Maybe she just went to the ladies room.

Before he could go off and search, another attractive woman approached him. Although she was not wearing the requisite low-cut cocktail dress, her business suit did not stand in the way of showing her beauty.

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Chelsea, Peter's executive assistant. Nice to meet you," she offered, extending her hand.

Jack had to shift his drink to shake her hand.

"Sorry, I missed you this afternoon, but I had to attend to this party."

"Okay," Jack answered hesitantly, not sure what was her purpose.

"I won't take up your time at the party, but you'll need to spend a few minutes tomorrow morning with me and Debi, Peter's other assistant, to go over some protocol. And you'll also need to visit Human Resources before the end of the day to sign your new contract and whatever else they might require."

"Oh, okay, sure," Jack agreed. "What time?"

Chelsea smirked. "You're a vice president now. The only thing that's not done at your convenience is something that needs to be at Peter's convenience. Debi and I and HR will work around your schedule."

With raised eyebrows to show he was impressed, Jack said, "Then I'll see you first thing."

"Very good. Enjoy the party." And with that, she pranced off.

The blonde had not returned to the dining room, nor did Jack see her anywhere else. He decided to roam around, maybe use the bathroom. Sally would have enjoyed this penthouse and its decor, although, he was glad she had not met him. He encountered a bathroom near the entrance.

Opening the door, which pulled outward, he was treated to the sight of a man sitting on the toilet seat, pants around his ankles. But he wasn't taking a dump because his cock was being assaulted by a woman on her knees, bent over, sliding her mouth up and down his hardened shaft. The man's head was thrown back against the toilet tank and his eyes were shut tight in ecstasy.

The woman looked up—the first of the two women to leave that was sitting with "his" girl—and saw Jack, smiled as best she could with her mouth stuffed, Then changed to a slow, sensuous tempo as though she was putting on a show for him. He watched her heavily painted red lips glide up and down the saliva glistening rod.

Jack felt his own penis start to respond, which didn't take much these days. He also felt awkward standing here watching, but somehow, he couldn't tear his eyes away, and he momentarily envisioned himself in the other man's position.

That is, until the man opened his eyes. "You mind?" the guy had the presence of mind to ask.

"That's what locks are for," Jack shot back, shaking the reverie from his head, then closed the door to the sound of a latch clicking.

Jack was somewhat in shock, although he shouldn't have been. He should have expected it with everything he'd seen so far at this party. But that feeling was eclipsed by the fact that he really had to use the bathroom by now. He entered a hallway, which he assumed led to bedrooms and, hopefully, another bathroom. He did pass a couple of bedrooms. In the first, to his surprise, the persons within were clothed and doing nothing but talking.

But in the second bedroom, he was treated to another steamy sex show. This being the penthouse, most of the outside walls were floor to ceiling windows. There was a nude couple; the woman was standing spread-eagled, hands braced against the glass, the man's left arm was around her waist holding her up. His right hand was grasping her right thigh and Jack could see his long, hard, glistening penis pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. Jack's urge to urinate momentarily subsided as his cock grew down the side of his leg. In the window, he could see the reflection of the woman's face—the second of the two women to leave sitting with "his" girl. He had never seen such complete rapture before. A moment later, the couple's duet of moaning crescendoed as their orgasms consumed them. The man came inside the woman's pussy, and his continued thrusts forced his semen out and down her leg. This was more than Jack could take so he hurried on.

Finally, he found himself in what had to be the master bedroom, given its immense size and huge bed. There were actually two bathrooms—his and hers?—but the doors to both were closed. Just as he turned to leave, one door opened . . . and she emerged.

Jack froze, again forgetting how bad he had to take a leak. All he could do was stare in awe at her beauty. Then she smiled . . . and it was so breathtaking he damn near pissed on himself. Finally, to her questioning look, he managed to say, "I'm sorry. All of the other bathrooms were occupied."

"Did you check the one behind the kitchen?" She spoke with an accent, French, he thought.

"I didn't know there was one there. I, I've never been here before."

"No, I didn't think I recognized you when you were watching me from the bar."

Jack felt his face redden and get warm. He was also suddenly reminded how bad he needed to urinate, but it was too difficult to pull himself away. "I'm sorry. It's just that you're so, so . . . beautiful . . . I've never seen anyone so . . . uh, I'm sorry, do you come to these parties often." The incredible vision had him tongue-tied.

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"You don't look like you're enjoying this one," Jack noted.

"Nor most of them."

Jack understood. Looking around, he said, "Yeah, if you're like me, you're way out of place here."

"Yes, I know what you mean. So, why did you come?"

He was amazed that she seemed in no hurry to leave. He was only too happy to continue talking with her, but he didn't know how long he could hold it in. "Peter . . . you know Peter? He's my boss. I was just promoted to Vice President of Ac . . . well, I just became a vice president. He insisted I come . . . by the way, my name is Jack," he said extending his hand.

"Catherine," she replied, accepting it.

"You're French." It was intended as a question, but didn't come out that way, so nervous was he.

"Yes, a lot of people notice that," she answered with another smile.

Sensing she was toying with him, Jack said, "I wasn't certain of the accent. I've never known a real French person. Do you work for Peter? He seems to employ a number of foreigners. One of his assistants, Debi, is British."

"No, I don't work for him."

Jack was running out of small talk, something he was not very good at anyway. And the fact that he had to go so bad wasn't helping his thought processes. "If you don't mind, I really have to go," he said, gesturing to the bathroom.

"Oh, please," Catherine said, stepping aside.

Rushing in, he forced himself to pee as fast as he could, hoping he could finish, wash and get out before she got too far. But to his utter astonishment, she was still in the same place when he returned. "I feel like a new man," he said with a chuckle.

Catherine's mouth again formed her bewitching smile. "You seem very genuine, Jack."

"Thank you. As I said, I don't fit in with these kinds of people. "Uh," he stammered, "present company excluded. But I must say, you don't seem to belong here either. I mean, I've heard Peter's parties get wild."

"Yes, they do," she confirmed. "It's still early yet."

"I don't know." Jack told her about the couple when he arrived. "And when I was looking for the bathroom, there was a couple in one and she was bl—, uh, she was—"

"Giving him a blow job?" Catherine finished for him.

He was shocked that such an elegant woman would say such a thing. "Yes. And in one of the spare bedrooms, they were doing it against the glass window!" Now, that he could think straight, Jack also noticed more about Catherine than he had before. Her beautiful face aside, she had perfectly round breasts that were just the right size for her average frame, not too big or too small. Her short dress hinted at a pair of the shapeliest legs. Even her feet were exquisite in sandal-type moderate height heels. He had noticed many women—even here tonight—who wore open shoes, beautiful women with the ugliest feet. But not Catherine; her entire body had that pampered look.

"As the evening wears on, I'm afraid you'll see more of that and many other things, some of which will be fairly blatant."

"Pardon me for asking, but what brings you to such a party, and then for so many times?"

"There was a time when they were fun and fresh. But it's gotten to be the same old people doing the same old things." Catherine shrugged, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Her dress rose, substantiating Jack's belief about her legs. "I guess I keep hoping it will get back to the way it was. At least this time, there's you."

Jack hoped his expression didn't reveal the amazement he felt about her statement. And there was something about her that made him want to come clean with her. "Perhaps you haven't been able to tell, but I'm an accountant."

"No, I couldn't," Catherine responded, confused. "Why does that matter?"

"Most people find me the most boring person at a party."

"Because you are an accountant?"

"The profession has a reputation. People think it's boring work so the person who does it must also be boring. Haven't you heard any of the jokes? If an accountant's wife cannot sleep, what does she say? 'Darling, could you tell me about your work.' Or, what does an accountant use for birth control? His personality. And my personal favorite, a patient goes to her doctor for a complete physical exam. The doctor says, 'I have some very grave news for you. You only have six months to live.' The patient asks, 'Oh doctor, what should I do?' The doctor replies, 'Marry an accountant.' 'Will that make me live longer?' the patient asks. 'No,' the doctor says, 'but it will seem longer.'"

Catherine was actually laughing heartily. "I'm sorry, but those are funny. More importantly, I am not the least bit bored," Catherine revealed. "I have been enjoying our conversation. You are a very charming and handsome man.  And funny."

So touched was Jack, he didn't know what to say. No one had ever said that about him. Absent-mindedly, he sipped his drink, which was now mostly melted ice.

"Looks like you're ready for a refill," Catherine noted.

Jack held up his glass as though he had to look at to know it was nearly empty. "Yes. Can I get you something?"

"Yes. But not here."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go somewhere."

"You mean, like to a lounge?"

"That would be nice." She seemed to hesitate, and then added, "If you want to."

Shredding his accountant mentality, in which he had to analyze everything, Jack was so mesmerized by this beautiful woman that without thinking, he said, "Of course. I guess we should first tell Peter goodbye."




A Night to Remember Ch. 01



"You go ahead; I'll get my things, but don't tell him it's me."

"Okay." Jack should have thought that was strange, but he was so under her spell, it didn't even occur to him.

* * *

Once again, Jack found Peter with another gorgeous woman; this one appeared a bit tipsy.

"Having a good time, Jack," the boss asked. He was sounding a little inebriated, as well.

"Actually, I am." Jack looked around as though to make certain no one else was in earshot. "I met a woman," he whispered, leaning closer.

Peter grinned. "I told you. Where are you taking her?"

Jack was thrown off by his boss's directness. "Uh, well, she wants to go to a quiet lounge."

"Good man. Take a cab to the Camelot Club." If you need a hotel room afterward, the Bentley is around the corner. Very discreet." Peter patted him on the shoulder and winked. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

"Uh, oh, well, uh, thanks. See you tomorrow."

As he headed for the entrance, Jack felt uneasy at his boss's cavalier manner. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea that Peter knew about this.

* * *

In the taxi, Catherine sat right next to Jack, very close. A slight turn of his head to the right allowed him to see the rise and fall of her breasts out of the top of her dress. Very arousing. Her crossed legs also revealed thighs that any man would die to get between. Jack had this uncanny urge to put his arm around her, but feared being too forward. Beyond that, he couldn't believe he was sitting in this cab not only with a woman who was not his wife, but one so beautiful and classy and who, under other circumstances, would not have given him a second glance. He reached up and pinched his ear to make certain he wasn't dreaming. If there was only some sort of similar sanity check he could perform on himself.

After Jack gave the driver their destination, he nearly jumped out of his seat when Catherine put a hand on his leg. "So, Peter recommended the Camelot?"

"Yes, he did. But we can go somewhere else, if you prefer."

"No, it's fine."

"So, you've been there before?"

"Yes, many times."

"With Peter?"

"A few."

"So, you and Peter were . . ."

"I would rather not talk about Peter right now."

"Oh, okay." Obviously, there was a history there, perhaps one without fond memories. Beyond that, Jack didn't think anything of it.

"If the place has bad memories, we don't have to go there. I've never been there, and he recommended it without me even asking."

"No, it's very nice."

"Then what makes it so special." Jack was really curious now.

"It's dark and quiet and . . . well, the booths are very private, and much goes on in them . . ."

Suddenly, it hit Jack like a ton of bricks. "You mean like sexual things?"

"Yes."

Dumbfounded, Jack muttered, "I had no idea such places even existed."

"Now, it is my turn to ask if you really want to go there."

Nervously, he answered, "I'm game if you are."

* * *

The interior of the club matched its name in decor with a distinctive medieval look. The waitresses were all dressed like peasants, but in burlap-type costumes much more revealing than their centuries past counterparts. There was one large room where there were rows upon rows of booths made to look like tents as one might have found at a jousting match hundreds of years ago. At the top of each was a flag that the inhabitants raised for service or lowered for privacy. If the flag was at rest, the persons inside were left alone. The interior table had lights resembling candles and similar lights hung above that could be brightened or dimmed to suit the mood.

Jack merely continued to be amazed that such a place existed. Before they were seated, Catherine whispered something to the waitress, who simply nodded, then took their drink orders—champagne for her, his usual scotch and water—before closing them in.

"This place is unbelievable," Jack said like a child's first time at an amusement park.

Catherine smiled warmly at his enthusiasm

Jack stole a glance at his watch: nine-thirty p.m. It was nearly an hour drive home for him. He'd have to call home and tell Sally he'd be late—not that he thought she would care. Her whatever meeting was probably still going on. It was also a reminder that he was married and out with another woman. He looked up guiltily at Catherine, but her exquisite features and engaging smile smothered his concern. Still, he had an attack of conscience that forced him to come clean.

"I have to be honest with you," he began, somewhat nervously. "I'm married."

"Yes, I know," she responded without a care.

"You did?" he asked, stupefied.

She held up her left hand, wiggling her ring finger. "Your wedding ring is rather obvious."

Jack noticed the ring on her finger. It could have been a wedding ring, but it looked more like costume jewelry, although he'd be willing to bet a month's wages it was real. "And you wanted to do this anyway?" he asked in astonishment.

"I am married also," she informed him, again with movement of her finger. "But not happily."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm not. I'm leaving him. Tomorrow."

This was all happening way faster than Jack was able to absorb it; almost as though he was caught in some sort of conspiracy. He wanted to be cautious, but somehow, with her, he didn't think he had the strength. He was under her spell. "Was he at the party tonight?"

"Yes."

"Does he know you left?"

"Probably not. He's probably too busy charming some other young woman. He's not a very caring man."

"He sounds a lot like Peter."

"Yes . . . he does."

"So, he obviously doesn't know you're leaving him either."

"That is correct."

"What will he do when he learns?"

"Probably attempt to convince me to stay, but it wouldn't work." Catherine shrugged. "Hopefully, he won't even find out until I'm on the plane."

"Oh. Where are you going?"

"Back to Paris."

Jack was suddenly disappointed. So, this would be his one and only evening with her. Not that he thought he had any kind of chance with her; particularly since he didn't have the nerve to leave Sally; much as he would like to. "I envy you."

"Why?" she asked softly, as though sensing his dismay.

"I wouldn't mind doing the same thing, but I don't know what I would do or where I would go."

"That sounds sad."

Jack shrugged. "Forgive me for asking this, but what is the purpose of us being here?"

"I really like you, Jack," Catherine said, sincerely, again resting her hand on his leg. This time, he was not stunned, he actually enjoyed it. "You are totally unlike all of the people I have to associate with. You don't put on for people. There was probably not one other person at that party like that. Most of the men are all big business types who are so full of themselves it makes me sick to have to listen to them. They treat women poorly. And the women; the ones who are married are trophy wives and the others want to be and will do anything to get there. I know because that used to be me. But over the last year, I began to see how absurd it all was."

Pensively, Jack commented, "It almost makes me question who I'm working for. So, I'm your last fling before you go home to France?"

"I'm sorry, Jack. This was really selfish of me, but I don't know what will happen when I return overseas. I just wanted to spend my last evening here with someone really nice."

She cupped his face, pulled it to hers and kissed him tenderly.

Strangely, Jack found himself kissing her back . . . and it felt wonderful. He had never in his life experienced such a sensual kiss. He didn't want it to end, but it did when the waitress tapped outside to deliver their drinks. However, when Jack admitted the server, Catherine did not pull back, keeping her soft lips within inches, as they both ignored the young woman. Alone again, their mouths were drawn together once more. Jack reached out to hold her, but with his eyes closed, he didn't realize that his hand was cupping the side of her breast. She made no attempt to move it. Part of him wondered what could be so soft, but his mind was not thinking clearly because he was so absorbed by the amorous emotions he was feeling, not to mention the erection he had developed.

When finally they did pull apart and he saw where his hand was, he instantly pulled it away as though he had touched something scorching. "I'm so sorry," he offered.

Catherine smiled. "It's alright," she said barely above a whisper. "It was nice."

From this moment on, Jack knew his life would never be the same. He had no idea what direction it would take; perhaps nothing more than the continuance of his mundane existence, but there would always, always be the reminder of this evening lingering in the back of his mind. It would forever be a night to remember.

Absently, Jack sipped his scotch and water, as Catherine did the same, but he drank in more than just the soothing liquid. His eyes absorbed the beauteous vision before him: a face he could barely remove his pupils from, those perfect breasts erupting from her low-cut dress that his hands longed to touch, and her shapely legs which were just about completely visible from her skirt that was riding so high.

She took his hand and placed it back where it had been, and this time, he cupped it to experience its full roundness. His cock pulsed and his lips were magnetically drawn to hers. His hand was no longer content to merely act as support to her bra. It moved with a mind of its own across the top that was uncovered. His fingers tenderly delved into her tight cleavage.

The emotion was not one-sided. Catherine pivoted her rear, ignoring the hem of her dress, forcing her right leg up onto the bench seat behind Jack and her left leg over his lap resting on his very hard member. Her ankles met, locking him in.

Jack could feel the pre-cum oozing out of him probably creating a huge wet spot on his trousers. She had to feel it on her bare leg. But if so, she did nothing about it.

He had never fancied himself a particularly good kisser, but then he'd had nothing to gauge himself against. In any event, he must have been holding his own with Catherine because she kept coming back for more.

Allowing his hands to drop from her breasts, Jack slid them along her sides down to her hips. His right hand moved to the top of her exposed thigh, the feeling causing him temporary lightheadedness. He couldn't remember when he had been so intimate with a woman.

There was a dreamy, contented look in Catherine's eyes that told him she might be experiencing some similar feelings. She pulled back, sipped her champagne, then allowed her trunk to go all the way back until she was laying down. He thought he saw desire in her features, but he couldn't be certain, again given his experience in these situations. However, he felt something emerging within him, a self-assurance.

Jack's other hand found her left thigh, and both hands caressed her upper legs, his thumbs pushing dangerously close to her nether region. Her bewitching smiled confirmed her acceptance.

There now seemed to be a steady stream of pre-cum flowing out of him and he could only imagine what the front of his pants must look like.

Suddenly, as though being harshly awakened from a dream, Jack pulled his hands away abruptly like what he was touching was scorching (although she was hot). What was he doing? In this tiny room with this half-naked woman whom he barely knew, about to touch—no grope—her most private parts; had he lost his mind?

Catherine's eyes opened wide, and with a frown, she lifted her head to see what the matter was.

To her questioning expression, Jack said, pensively, "I don't know what I'm doing here."

"You're doing just fine," Catherine said, by way of encouragement, lifting herself further onto her elbows.

"I don't mean . . . what we're doing physically." Jack had to fumble for words. "You're married, I'm married, you're leaving for Paris tomorrow . . . what are we doing?"

Now Catherine sat up all the way, but she didn't remove her legs from around him, she even went one step further and put her arms around him. "We are two lost souls leading very unhappy lives providing a brief respite for each other; a moment of time where we can forget what is happening around us."

"That's easy for you to say—you're off to Paris tomorrow."

"But there is no guarantee that it will be any better for me," she explained. 

"You're going home."

"That is all that it is."

"I understand," Jack acknowledged. He did. "And all I have is to return to my miserable existence."

"All the more reason to enjoy this moment," Catherine urged.

With a frown of incomprehension, Jack asked, "You really want me . . . want us . . . to, to—"

"Make love."

Jack couldn't believe this was happening to him. This had never happened to him before. Not only did a woman want to make love with him—discounting the fact that she was not his wife; a woman who did not care about having sex with him anyway—but she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Regardless the state of his marriage, how could he pass this up? "Here? Now?"

Catherine quickly tidied herself, then slipped past him and opened the flap to their "tent." She held out her hand for him to take. "Come with me."

Dutifully following, Jack pulled his coat around him to conceal any wet spots. She led him down the row of other "tents."

"What about the bill?"

"I charged it to Peter's account," Catherine explained, stepping up her pace.

She had led Jack by the hand into a long, dimly lit hallway. He stopped short at her explanation. "Are you kidding?" he asked, horrified. "He'll fire me."

"He won't even know," Catherine countered, very calmly. "Trust me. You'll get the bill as VP of Accounting. And like all of his other indulgences, you'll pay it as entertainment expenses."

"How do you know?"

"Let's just say I have it on good authority."

With a shrug of disbelief, Jack asked, "Where are we going?" 

"Where did Peter recommend?"

"The Bentley Hotel."

"The club has this direct hallway." Catherine tugged on his hand to get him moving again.

"And I guess Peter will be paying for this, as well?"

"Enjoy the perks of upper management. You won't be the only vice president you'll receive such bills on."

* * *

"I need to make a phone call," Jack said when they entered the lobby.

"Very well. I'll take care of the room," Catherine said as she headed off for the front desk. He had the distinct impression she was not new to this.

He found a quiet corner, pulled out his cell phone and called home.

"What is it, Jack?" Sally said by way of a warm greeting. "Are you on your way home?"

"No, I'm still at the party. It's late, so if you don't mind, I'm going to stay in town tonight."

"That's fine, whatever, Jack."

"How's your meeting going?"

"I can't talk right now, Jack. Some of the ladies are still here. Call me tomorrow." And with that, she hung up.

A glance at his watch said it was ten p.m. Her meetings didn't usually last this long. May it was because he wasn't there. Jack shrugged. The way the conversation had gone, he didn't care; particularly since he now had something better to do.

When she saw him hang up, Catherine approached him, holding out the key card.

A minute later, in the elevator, noting the sour look on his face, Catherine asked, "Everything alright at home?"

"My wife was her usual charming self."

"I know the feeling." She turned to him. "Perhaps this will help." She pulled his head to hers, pressing their lips together in a very sensual kiss. As if that was not enough to stimulate him, she placed the palm of her hand against his cock and rubbed it to full hardness. She was full of surprises.

The elevator dinged to signal their arrival on the 19th of 20 stories. There were only a few rooms on this floor, so Jack should not have been taken by surprise upon entering the two-story suite—which explained the 19th floor.

"I'm going to freshen up," Catherine advised. "But first, how do you like it?"

"H-how do I like what?" a confused Jack replied.

"How do you like to do it?" she clarified with a grin, thinking he was being funny.

Then, he stupidly realized she was referring to sex. "Anyway you want," he responded slowly, hesitantly, hoping it would satisfy her, but more importantly, hoping he could keep up. He couldn't believe he was going to allow himself to go through with it.

With a nod, Catherine gave a knowing smile. "Then you go upstairs and get comfortable. I'll be right up."

Apprehensively, Jack slowly walked up the stairs. Upon reaching the top, he stopped and turned to survey the suite. He had never been in a hotel room so opulent. This was how the other half lived. Peons like him stayed at Holiday Inns. Without realizing it, he sat on the top step. What was he doing with a woman like this?

There was a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling beside the staircase. It illuminated the lower lobby and living room, the stairs and the upper balcony. Jack lay back staring at the sparkling crystal. He vaguely heard Catherine ascending the steps.

When she reached the top, seeing him supine, she stooped down spreading her legs, revealing a hairless, uncovered pussy. Leaning over, spilling her tits forward and almost out the top of her dress, with a sly smile she asked, "Oh, you want to play?" 

Catherine crawled sultrily over to him. He rolled his head to the side to see, waiting for her breasts to fall out of her dress. They never did. As she passed his mid-section, she dragged her hand up his thigh and over his crotch. She grabbed his cock through his pants, massaging it to attain full mast.

Now standing, Catherine hiked her dress up to her waist exposing her beautifully moist pussy lips. She rubbed two fingers along her vulva, teasing him. Occasionally, she would spread her lips giving him a glimpse of the pink wetness inside.

He wouldn't have expected such seductive behavior from such an elegant woman, but coming from her, there was something about it he liked. He suspected she didn't just do this for anyone.

Spreading her legs, Catherine dipped her finger into her pussy, pulling out a saturated digit that she bent down and painted onto his lips. He automatically opened his mouth to taste. It was a delicious nectar he had not enjoyed in a long time. But however long it had been, he didn't remember it being this appetizing.

Jack reached up to scoop more, but she playfully moved away, performing a sensual dance to remove her dress. She continued to sway in just stockings and heels. Coating her finger once again in her succulent juices, she squatted just over his crotch as she extended her finger to his mouth. Hungrily, he sucked her finger. Retracting her hand, she used it to rub his bulging cock a couple of strokes before standing again and moving to a silent tune.

This time, Catherine turned and squatted just above his face, presenting her gooey snatch for him to savor. He wasted no time darting his tongue in. She moved forward and backward. Jack grabbed for her hips to hold her in place, but she teasingly moved on.

Catherine's next port of call was to move down to Jack's legs where she spread them apart. On her knees, she leaned forward, enticingly pulling down his zipper and the elastic of his boxers, exposing just a couple of inches of his rock hard cock.

"Oh, my," she commented. "You are very well endowed."

He always thought he was also. But then he always figured that all guys thought that about themselves. Of course, Sally had never commented on his size, so he'd really had no confirmation of his own belief—until now. He couldn't help but allow a grin.




A Night to Remember Ch. 01



With his cock laying flat against his abdomen, Catherine surprisingly licked his glans a couple of times, moaning an "Mmmm," before grabbing it and standing it up. Those same few inches she had initially exposed were now in her mouth. Again, oral sex is not something he would have expected from her—but he wasn't complaining. Her lips moved up and down his shaft slowly, coating it in a thick layer of her saliva.

He was, at first, disappointed to see that she was not blowing him but rather lubricating his shaft. The disappointment quickly evaporated as she duck-walked forward, never letting go of his cock, until her juicy pussy was directly above. She eased herself down on him . . .

It was the most glorious feeling he had experienced. He watched his hard rod being enveloped into this satiny soft and wet glove. She eased down slowly, then up once and back down where she remained to allow the sensations of their contact to embrace them.

Jack couldn't help but let his cock pulse inside her. Catherine's mystical smile told him she liked it and further prompted her to unbutton his shirt, rocking back and forth on his dick as she did. When she finished with his shirt, she eased off of him—again to his dissatisfaction—to allow him to rise and remove his clothes.

In a compensating gesture, while Jack was standing kicking off his pants and shoes and pulling off his shirt, Catherine grabbed his cock once more and fed it to her hungry mouth. He hips naturally gyrated in a fucking motion in and out of her mouth. Despite his lightheadedness and the effort to keep his eyes open, he glimpsed her free hand working on her pussy.

Pulling him out of her mouth, she jerked his full length with her hand. He used that moment to quickly rip off his socks. Jack bent his knees slightly, gently grabbed her head and tilted it up to meet his lips. His kiss was passionate and intense. He was so embroiled in mania that he had little control of his actions, the influence of the many hours of porn he had watched now taking over.

He moved on to her tits, grabbing each one and kissing, sucking and gently nibbling on each. Catherine moaned her pleasure. Jack raised her up, his mouth constantly making contact with some part of her body. He whimsically turned her around pressing his lips against her back and down to her very round ass cheeks. She grabbed hold of the balcony railing, leaning on it, lifting one leg onto it which opened her holes to him. His tongue danced around her asshole—something he had never done to a woman, but something he didn't think twice about in his sexually charged state—then bathed both holes and the space in between.

Catherine was whimpering loudly now. Jack took that as a sign that she wanted more, so he firmly grabbed his cock that felt a thousand times harder than he had ever experienced, and guided it to her waiting, wanting pussy.

"Oooohhhh," she cried loudly as it easily slipped in.

"Unnnhhhh," Jacked echoed, his knees going weak at the unparalleled sensation. But he quickly shook it off and started slowly pumping, gradually increasing speed.

In her heels, Catherine was just the right height that she could stand while he continued to piston her. She allowed her leg to remain on the railing until Jack reached out for it, cradling her thigh in his arm, his other wrapped around her waist. This allowed her to turn to him where he again nibbled on her nipple briefly before pressing his lips to hers. His plowing was so intense she had to reach out and hold on to the rail with her free hand.

They gazed intently into each other's eyes seeing looks of ecstasy they were certain few others had seen in them.

This standing position was physically tiring for both of them so Catherine eased off and led Jack to sit on the stairs one step down from the top. She pushed his trunk back so he was leaning, resting his elbows on the balcony level. She then straddled him, again lowering herself onto his tool still wet with her juices. It took little assistance for his cock to sniff out her slippery snatch and bury itself. Now squatting with her feet on the same step he was sitting on, she started bouncing up and down.

"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" Catherine cried.

Jack had no idea what she was saying, but the tone of her voice clearly indicated her excitement.

He started meeting her thrusts, but like him, she seemed to be so enthralled in passion that she was just doing—not thinking what she was doing. And so, after a short time, she pulled out, turned over and laid back half on his abdomen, half on the step. She grabbed for his cock and shoved it back into her hungry slit. With her legs spread on different steps and her arms holding her up, she was at it again.

Jack liked this position because he could see her face in the throes of rapture and those beautiful breasts being tossed around. It also gave him access to her pussy and he reached down and rubbed the hood of her clit with his left forefinger. He had to use his other arm to hold her steady because in this position, his dick had nearly popped out a couple of times.

Absent-mindedly, Jack sucked on her nearest nipple. He also turned slightly so that her ass was resting on his left thigh. He held her right thigh in the fold of his left arm. They could really work in this position and it wasn't long before she shouted, "Je suis venue!"

Again he didn't know what it meant, but her rapid breathing and strained features told him she was coming. "Oui, oui, oui!"

He knew that meant yes. She exploded drenching his cock in a flood of cum juice. "Come with me," Catherine pleaded.

He was already so close; she didn't have to ask twice. Pumping harder, he was about to let loose until he harshly realized he was not wearing protection. Quickly grabbing his cock, he yanked it out and sprayed her abdomen, a few jets even landing between her tits.

"No, no, leave it in," she urged.

Accepting her instruction without question, he quickly forced it back in to fire off the last couple of bursts. What an incredible orgasm! Like nothing he had ever felt.

Jack kept pumping, and to his utter surprise, he wasn't losing his erection. He had no idea where this newfound libido was coming from, but he went with it. When Catherine realized that he was not through, her eyes grew wide and a wicked grin formed on her lips and she was suddenly just as eager to continue.

He slowed his thrusts and they both looked down in wonder at the sight of his still solid rod coated with a mixture of their white frothy cum. It spurred them on, and even though physically exhausted, Jack somehow found the muscle to lift his mid-section up on the strength of his arms and legs. Catherine leaned back against the wall, her legs spread wide, her right calf draped over his left shoulder, her left jabbing air, holding onto this wild ride until they both exploded again in a satisfying climax—though not as intense as their first.

Jack fell back painfully against the steps. Catherine rolled off of him a bit more carefully. After catching her breath, still panting, she uttered, "You forgot to tell me the most important thing about accountants."

"Oh, what is that?" Jack asked, breathing equally as hard.

"You really know how to make a deposit!"



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



I hadn't been talking to you very long, but I quickly got the sense that you hadn't been pampered like you REALLY should have. Finding out about your ten-day vacation ;) I decided I would certainly take one of those days off your hands. After chatting for a bit, I invited you to my house. I wasn't sure you'd come, but was happily surprised when I saw your beautiful smiling face at my front door.

I looked at the clock, 8:00 it blinked at me. 8pm.

"Did you eat yet?" I asked trying not to sound too excited.

"I had a sandwich earlier." You responded, looking around.

"Why don't I make you something special," I led to my kitchen where I had planned out a nice but simple dinner. Quickly, I had bread sticks better than Olive Garden sitting before you. Next came the home made fettuccine alfredo, which you quickly devoured.

Sitting, smiling before me I helped you to my comfy couch. You picked a cute romantic comedy from Netflix, cuddling up beside me. After draping a fleece blanket over you, we quickly got comfortable together. You started to doze off, my arm wrapped around you. Feeling warm, happy, and cared for.

Once the movie was over, I invited you upstairs. Finding our way to my bedroom.

"No pressure," I assured you. I certainly didn't want you to think I invited you and did all this just so I could get in your pants.

"No pressure?" You looked around, grinning. "There sure is! You told me you would be happy to give me a massage, now I plan to collect." You hopped into my king sized bed, flicking your socks off and onto the floor.

Quickly, I brought out my home made massage oils; spreading them slowly along your beautiful feet. Laying back, you couldn't help but gasp as I worked the stress and tension from your feet. I began to work up along your calves, causing your gasps to turn to moans.

"What about my lower back?" You asked, turning over, whipping your shirt off.

"Umm..." I looked down, enjoying the sight. Without another word, I began slowly massaging your tight muscles, wringing the tension from your body. Shivers running up your spine every time you felt my hot breath on your bare skin.

Suddenly, your hands reached back unhooking your bra. I had been thinking about doing it, but didn't want to seem to "grabby." Trailing my hands delicately up and down your soft, smooth back I watched as you shuddered. My warm hands massaged lower and lower, now resting on the small of your back. I had tucked your jeans down as far as they would go.

"Hold on," you shrugged. I looked away as you stood up. Realizing you hadn't sat back down, my eyes peeked. Standing before me, you are absolutely gorgeous. I found myself at a loss for words. Your breasts hanging tantalizingly, your bra discarded at your feet.

"Wow," escaped my mouth before I could hold it back. A smile stretched across your face.

"You've seen mine, now it's my turn to see yours." You reached forward tugging at my shirt. Without hesitation I whipped my shirt off, exposing my tight abs. Your hand felt so warm, gently caressing my bulging pectoral.

My hands reached for you as I stood up. Wrapping around you, my arms pulled you in tighter. You moaned as you felt my breath on your neck. Gently, my lips caressed your soft neck. Kissing to your ear, nibbling lightly before plunging down to your collarbone. Your nipples quickly hardened against my chest as I nibbled, sucked, and licked at your collar.

Pushing you back down into the bed, I pushed you onto your stomach... continuing my massage. As I straddled your upper thighs I worked my weight into your tense muscles. The heat of your body under me was enough to make me almost lose my concentration, as you noticed; with every thrust you felt my growing arousal.

Working down to your lower back, this time I was able to work the tension out of your flexing buttocks. Sliding my hand between your thighs, I found muscles so tight I had to squeeze and release. I also found you had become quite excited as well. The scent of your arousal drove me mad, fighting my urge to take you I worked down your bare legs. Pulling your feet up to kiss your soles as I did.

You rolled over, exposing your breasts again. Your eyes glued to my bulging package.

"Is that for me?" You asked, licking your lips.

"Maybe," I winked, kissing my way up your legs. Spreading your thighs as I kissed higher. Before I got to your arousal, you lifted your body forcing your cute panties down. Before me sat your beautiful swollen sex, desperate for attention.

Leaning over, I teased you with my breath. Watching your body arch as you felt me. My delicate kisses around you, my tongue lapping quickly... causing your to whimper, your hips bucking. Your swollen lips glistening with your juices, suddenly my tongue glided up your pink slit, stopping just shy of your hardened clit.

"Nnnh, you can't stop like that! It's just mean," you begged, your fingers combing through my hair.

As I leaned down again, you felt my hot tongue slowly surround your clit; sucking you into my mouth. Lashing out, I tasted your sweet juices, nibbling and sucking; my eyes glued to yours as you clenched feeling the oncoming orgasm. Suddenly, your body tightened, your nipples standing straight up. You began to moan and breath heavily as your body convulsed.

"Oh God! Yes! Mmm..." You came, rubbing my face against your twitching sex.

"I need you inside me," you demanded, pulling me up to you.

"Are you sure?" I asked politely.

Taken back, you smiled. "Well of course."

I reached over, pulling a condom from my bedside table. Getting to my knees, I pulled my blue boxer briefs down. Your eyes opened wide, jaw dropping down as you watched my beautiful manhood emerge from the cloth. Tucking it inside the rubber, I leaned back down against you.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, resting the tip against your still throbbing clit.

"Fuck yes!" You moaned, rocking your hips trying to push me inside. I rubbed soft circles around your clit before slowly pressing the tip just inside you. I held my breath, feeling your tightness squeezing around me. Pushing in just a little further, I felt your heat.

Your legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper inside you.

"Oh YES!" You moaned as I pushed to my fullest depths, rocking slowly against me. Gently, I began to thrust. Your moans became louder as you felt me spreading you from the inside, my hot throbbing shaft pulsing deep inside you.

My thrusting became faster, longer; as I pulled my entire shaft out then slammed it back inside. You cried out loudly as you felt my shaved testicles slapping against your puckering asshole. I reached down, taking your legs in my hands; pulling them up to my shoulders.

I felt you throbbing, squeezing before I felt the rush of moisture. Your body shaking and shivering in my grasp, I looked down as you came again. Bending down, I kissed you passionately; our tongues meeting, massaging carelessly.

"Are you gonna go?" You asked, noticing my still bouncing cock.

"Turn over," I pulled you to your knees, taking a position behind you. Slowly, I pushed in from behind; filling you deeply. My hands grasped your hips as I thrust hard against you. Your body, so hot, so tight, thrusting back against me. My hands reached up, cupping your beautiful breasts as I fought off my own orgasm.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I whispered in your ear.

"Fucking cum!" You moaned, so close, rocking hard against me. My prick buried inside, you felt my pulse as my juices built. Suddenly, you felt my grasp tighten around you; my thrusting became shallow but quick.

"Oh fuck... oh... fuck... oh..." I shuddered, holding tightly as I came inside you.

Collapsing on top of me, your beautiful bare body shivered in pure pleasure, turning around to kiss me. You smiled.

"So... this was nice," you started to get up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, politely.

"I thought I should go home..." You started collecting your clothes.

"But then who would make you breakfast in bed?" I asked pulling you back down, under the covers.

You quickly fell asleep in my arms, skin against skin. I watched for a little while, before I myself fell asleep... happy.



A Night to Remember Ch. 01



Chapter 01: The Elevator Ride

Vickie strode with purpose across the parking lot heading toward the bright lights which illuminated the entrance.

'What have I gotten myself into?' she laughed at herself. The ride that had brought her here was now but a distant dream as the warm summer breeze lightly caressed her naked skin.

Walking under the overhang she was thankful it was late. 'Well not really late, but at 3 a.m., really early in the morning.'

The doorman was no where to be seen.

Her eyes glanced nervously. 'Hopefully he left when the bars closed.'

As her hand reached to push on the revolving door a thought raced across her mind making her legs quiver. 'What if I got stuck in here and had to wait for someone to get me out.'

But the doors spun freely in a counter clockwise direction and she stepped through letting out a sigh of relief. She paused for a moment to get her bearings, looking around the lobby. The lobby appeared empty. Another sigh and then... 'There he is!' her pupils began to dilate. Her nipples hardened. Pussy needed filling.

He was leaning against a pillar near the elevators. With his wavy hair and full reddish blonde beard and the thin brown leather suspenders drawing the eye to the V shape of his upper body shielded only by his tattooed forearms folded across his well defined chest.

'god he looked so... what was the word girls use nowadays...Oh yeah, Lumbersexual." Her tongue ran slowly across across her slightly parted lips.

She loved how his light blue silk shirt matched the color of his eyes.

Then she became intensely aware of the fact that between her and him lay the front desk. The front desk. 'What if I get caught?' But from her vantage point she could not see the clerk.

Nothing would stop her from getting to her man. Her bare feet padding silently led her across the hotel's cold travertine tile floor daring the clerk to look. She finally spotted him. Head down, focused on work or sleeping. Totally unaware of her presence let alone her lack of attire. That is, except for the black feathered mask covering her face. He had chosen it specifically for this occasion. A raven. The trickster. How fitting.

She did not hurry but continued to undress him with her eyes as he felt the bulge pressing against his dress slacks. Playfully she cupped her hands around her breasts, pointing them in his direction.

"I want to fuck you." Jeff lipped silently while simultaneously pressing the up button on the elevator.

The loud ding marked the arrival of the elevator and as the door opened she walked proudly through. His hands around her waist Jeff hoisted Vickie up her back in the corner, her feet perched on the hand rail. Reaching up she grabbed ahold of the ceiling grate while sliding her legs along the hand rail allowing them to spread ever wider. Pushing the button for the top floor Jeff turned and began devouring her delicious pussy with his mouth and tongue. All she could do was moan. That was until the elevator made an unexpected stop.

Hearing the ding. Vickie open her eyes expecting to see the number 35 illuminating above the elevator doors, indicating their floor.

Instead a glowing 23 glared back.

'23'! She froze momentarily hoping Jeff had accidentally hit the wrong button.

This was a wrong assumption for as the door parted a nicely dressed couple, perhaps in their mid forties stepped in. Vickie could see that the woman was flabbergasted. She stood staring her jaw dropped. The man's eyes roamed. From Vickie's shapely legs, protruding out across the hand rail. Up her body stopping to stare at her breasts. Then looking past the mask and into her eyes. It seemed like eternity before they both slowly turned to face the closing door, the sounds of Jeff not stopping for this intrusion, slurping behind them.

The woman leaned into her companion and whispered. "I'll have what she's having!" 

Vickie continued on her way to an orgasm of epic proportions when the elevator stopped on the 34th floor long enough for the couple to exit. By then Vickie was breathing fast, her hands rubbing her breasts as her fingers lightly squeezed her nipples. The man turned for one last look as Vickie screamed out in ecstasy and the doors closed.

Moments later the elevator arrived at the penthouse. Jeff silently rose, flicking his tongue up her abdomen, across her belly button, (an innie), and straight up her breasts and nipples. Stopping briefly to suckle them as he lowered her back down to the floor.

"Wanna go again?" he mused holding the open door button.

"Maybe later." she winked. "Right now I just wanna be fucked." To hell with wanted, she needed it. Like needing air to breathe. She desperately needed a good hard cock filling her pussy.

With that, she took his hand and pulled him along to their suite.

She made their way through the living area to the small balcony that looked out over the city. Dropping his hand she grasped onto the iron railing surrounding the balcony and leaned forward. Her hardened nipples like erasers pointing at the street far below. She widen her stance, spreading her legs wide, her firm derriére parting. Her light brown starfish inches above her clean shaven slit.

Looking over her shoulder she ordered, "What are you waiting for? Get those clothes off, I need your cock now."

"As you wish." he silently mouthed the words.

Her pussy ached for his hardness. She turned, looking back at the lights of the city. The coolness of the summer's breath rustling across her skin. She was prepared to do anything for him, but right now she longed for the pleasure of his cock.

She could hear the slap of leather as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it through his belt loops. Next the distinct whooshing sound when his tan dress slacks hit the floor. She wondered what was taking so long and peered back once more watching him struggle to step out of his underwear which had balled up around his ankles his erect cock like a rocket ship pointed towards the stars. He stepped out of his underwear and moved forward, his fingers grasping firmly around her small waist. Pushing his hips forward he impaled her onto his gleaming spearhead.

"Mmmm, I love being fucked from behind." she cooed as her wet pussy swelled, accepting his thick manhood.

The head of his cock strained against her tight cervix as she moaned, "Oh oh oh." before welcoming the helmet shaped head into the depths of her steaming hot pussy.

He slowly thrust his hips, his organ inching its way deeper causing Vickie to raise up onto the tips of her toes.

She held her breath as the base of his root pressed firmly against her swollen lips.

Slowly he withdrew his throbbing cock, her tight hole reluctant to give up its prize.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard." she called to anyone below who could hear.

Holding onto her hips his hands impaled her back onto his hardened tool, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust.

She reached between her legs. Rubbing. Her fingers gathering up dribbles of sex juice, massaging it across her nipples and tongue.

Over and over he drove his cock deep. Hands grasping. Spreading that ass. Pulling her cheeks apart as he slammed it in again and again.

"Oh yeah baby, fuck me. Fill me with your hot cum." Louder and louder she screamed. Making him thrust faster and faster.

Her loins convulsed as a guttural moan came out her throat, "I'm cuuuhhhhmmmmmiiinnnggg."

Her cervix tightened around his head. Like a cock ring. Her body surrendering to the ecstasy. At the peak of her climax he erupted sending a river of cum deep inside her writhing hole.

He lay across her back holding each of her breasts in his large hands. His organ still pumping its white gold. There was so much cum it was now running freely down the inside of her legs.

Vickie cupped her hands collecting as much as she could. He stepped back, his cock slipping from her gaping snatch. Vickie dropped quickly to her knees smearing the overflow onto his semi erect cock.

"Can't let any go to waste." she said before stretching her full lips around his girth sucking him clean.



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



The early evening air is warm and sultry, promising a night of wicked indulgence and breathtaking passion. A shiver slides up my spine as the breeze caresses my moist cunt and i pause without thinking to enjoy the sensual caress. Your tug on my lead snaps my attention back into focus and i come swiftly to heel at your side. Our transportation waits, a sleek cab with uniformed driver who discreetly meets your eyes and gives an imperceptible nod. My eyes are suddenly covered as the blindfold slides down, cutting off my attempts to delve into the secrets of the darkened interior. You hand me in to the vehicle, bidding me to feel my way to the center of the seat and wait patiently there for you. 

Muffled voices come to me, but i can distinguish nothing except the pleased overtones in your laughter as you slide in beside me. Out of habit, i have assumed the position you prefer me to sit: skirt up behind me so my bare flesh rests on the smooth leather seat. My legs spread so that your way is unimpeded should you elect to amuse yourself with me. Without warning, the egg comes to life deep within my cunt and you chuckle at my sudden start. "This is only the very beginning, pet" you assure me. "Tonight will provide much pleasure for you, and also be a test of your training thus far. i trust you will not let me down."

i hear a window roll down, and am suddenly aware of my exposure. In the dress you have selected for me, i am now open to the world for viewing, and the evidence of my arousal shines sleekly along the seat and my thighs. i can sense dim light nearby, but have no way of knowing whether it is a street light passing or something closer. i start again as your fingers caress my knee, sliding slowly up my inner thigh and up toward my hip. Your touch, feather-light and teasing, sends shivers over me, and without bidding my hips move in an attempt to draw your hand closer to the seat of my needs. Soft growls from you still my efforts, bringing a whimper of longing to my lips, but you only laugh and continues to tantalise. As my breath grows more ragged, you suddenly still your hand and direct me to turn and kneel. 

My knees ride the edge of the seat and your hands pull my hips further back while pushing my shoulders forward as much as possible. Soft sounds whisper past me, and i feel the plug being removed from my ass and the gentle caress of your silk handkerchief smoothing over my now empty hole. The quiet hiss of a zipper sounds, and your fingers now slick with oil slide over and around my tight hole, slipping inside, stretching, spreading, and preparing the way. Your voice, gruff with need, bids me come sit on Daddy’s lap and be a good girl. Time for a game of "ride a cockhorse," you tell me. Your hands grasp my hips and guide me into place, and i can feel each inch of you as my body stretches to accommodate you most intimately. As you settle in to your depth, the egg again flares to life and we both groan at the feel. i am lost in the pleasure, cunt tightly clenched around the vibrating egg, ass stretched and stuffed with my Daddy’s wonderful cock. A gentle nudge from you sets me in motion, riding on Daddy’s lap like a young girl. i begin slowly at first, relishing the sensation of your cock slowly withdrawing a bit, than easing back in. As i pick up speed, i can feel you retreat until only the head remains lodged within my tight ass and then i am speared to the full depth of your shaft again. 

Your hands come around to my breasts, lifting them free of the negligible constraints of my dress. You tweak and tease the nipples you have often mentioned having pierced, and whisper to me of how good they will look with the gold rings you have planned for them. One hand slides down over my body and lower, gliding lightly over and around my soaking pussy. Your fingers, drenched in my juices, are lifted to my lips and i eagerly suck them clean, treating each like a miniature version of your cock, upon which i love so well to feast. i continue to ride your stiff cock, feeling you throb deep inside my ass, and thrilling to each stroke. My need for you grows frantic, near uncontrollable, and as my breathing grows painfully erratic, a soft cough sounds from the open partition window and the driver announces "We’ve nearly arrived, Sir." You chuckle at my gasp of dismay as i realise that even in the limited scope of the rear view mirror, our actions have been visible. You thank the driver and put up the partition, but not before we hear his quiet words of appreciation for the show "Thank YOU Sir." 

As always your control amazes me, for by the time the window is raised, you have softened, withdrawn from my ass, cleaned yourself with a convenient moistened towellette and composed yourself as if nothing had happened. i, on the other hand, am trembling and still partially blinded with need. Only the habits you have taught me have saved my dress from being ruined, and with patient hands you clean me as well, murmuring soothing phrases intended both to dampen and stoke the fire that rages within me. You remove the blindfold, and kiss me tenderly, speaking soft words of encouragement and praise and with skilled movements have me put back together by the time the car comes to a stop and the door beside you opens.

You step out and assist me out of the vehicle into the fresh evening air. The building in front of us is stylish and elegant, and offers no hint to its nature or purpose, and the street on either side divulges no more information. As your hand under my elbow urges me onward, i look back at the driver who gives me just a hint of an appreciative smile as he touches his cap and drives off. We walk slowly toward the ornate door, and you smile down at me, assuring me that the night has only just begun.



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



Chapter 02: The Payback 

After the Halloween party, I felt the scales needed balancing. So I made it a point to arouse Betta at every opportunity.

But I avoided ever finishing the job, giving her an orgasm. Playing often with her nipples or her ass, and even touching and licking her pussy at night to get her wet were part of my plan. 

Now it was hard for me not to give in and fuck her as hard as we both wanted, but I resisted, pleading a variety of reasons not to finish. 

So on Saturday I told Betta we were going out to dinner and I wanted her to dress especially sexy for me that night. I sure had plans for her afterward too. 

The promise of hot sex and my constant stroking of her got her into a sexy skirt and low-cut, silky blouse with no bra. She was now ready for my payback.

I knew one of the waiters, Anton, at this romantic Spanish restaurant/club and told him I needed his help. He arranged for a semi-isolated booth and was ready to play along with whatever happened. 

We arrived at the club and I ordered us drinks. 

Then it was time for a quick dance before dinner. The hot Latin rhythms got our blood flowing, and I took every opportunity to touch her right there on the dance floor. So with her nipples hard, I led her back to our booth. 

She had another strong drink waiting for her, and I frequently kissed and touched her. My hand had made several forays to cup her breast and even under her skirt, and I found her very aroused. 

"Are you in the mood for some hot sex tonight?" I whispered.

She laughed, "If you don't come through for me tonight I'm probably going to grab some stranger off the street and fuck him."

"That won't be necessary, if you trust me and do as I say tonight." I smiled deviously.

"If I get laid we have a deal," she snorted, tipping her glass, emptying it. 

I then whispered, "Go to the ladies room. Take off your panties and bring them back to me.

She flared her nostrils but obediently got up, heading back to the powder room. 

I watched her return, amazed at the visible change in her demeanor. She strutted back, hips rolling, looking like a jungle cat roaming the forest. I could almost smell the arousal. 

She started to sit down but I stopped her. 

"First the panties." 

I could see her wilting a bit as I reasserted my command. 

She reached into her purse and dropped the tightly balled up lacy panties into my waiting hand. I uncrumpled them and held them up. I smiled at the wet spot in front and then buried my face in them, inhaling deeply. 

I could see her blush and look around the room to see if our exchange was noticed. Our waiter Anton was standing nearby, waiting to bring us our appetizers. Betta sat down quickly and winced as I laid out her panties on the table for all to see. 

Anton approached and set down our plates. Looking Betta over with a smile, he told her she was looking very beautiful tonight. She started to thank him when I interrupted her and told him she would be looking even sexier before the night was done. 

Anton smiled, nodded and left us. 

As we ate, my hand again moved to the hem of her dress and felt up her leg to her bare pussy. It was very wet now and I ran my finger up the seam of her lips and found her clit. 

She shuddered as I gave it a quick flick and then pulled my hand out and licked my fingers. 

"Delicious." 

"Anton was right, you do look especially beautiful tonight, and now I want you to unbutton two more buttons on your blouse." 

Since she was already showing a fair amount of cleavage, this would really open her blouse up. 

With eyes closed, she obeyed. 

I slid my hand into the opened blouse and cupped her tit, tweaking the already hard nipple. Her own hands locked onto her thighs, gripping herself hard. 

We were like this when Anton and a bus boy approached with our entrees. I casually removed my hand, but left her blouse open, her nipples exposed to the guy's view. 

The food was delicious, and it was great watching her tits move around under the unbuttoned blouse. She flashed everyone a full breast before she tucked herself back. 

"Did I give you permission to cover up yourself young lady? As punishment for that I want you to slid down on the seat and fold your skirt back so I can see your pussy."

She looked at me with shock in her eyes. 

I smiled and blew her a kiss.

She grinned back and did what I asked. 

With perfect timing Anton came over to ask how our meal was. Even he froze for a second when he looked down at Betta's exposed glistening pussy. 

"The Senorita is even more beautiful now, as was promised." 

As he walked away I cupped her pussy with my hand and leaned over and deeply kissed her. I looked in her eyes, telling her she never looked more desirable and everyone was jealous of me. 

I could smell her juices sharply, and she squirmed as I slipped a finger into her. I debated having Betta orgasm in the restaurant. She was a screamer though. It would be poetic justice considering Halloween. But I sensed reluctance on Betta's part to go too far. This was supposed to be fun, not revenge.

But that doesn't mean I can't have fun with her. I often leaned over to kiss her deeply, tweaking her nipples or even skating my fingers over her budding clit.

She trembled visibly during these forays, barely resisting thrusting against my hand or fingers as they played with her slit. 

Seeing how aroused and on edge Betta was, I relented and sat back and enjoyed our wine. 

A bevy of busboys and waiters cleared our plates or filled our wine and water glasses. Betta was on display the whole time, with most of her tits showing as well as her juicy pussy. 

She did have a deep scarlet flush to her body, a mixture of lust and embarrassment. 

Several of the other couples in the nearby tables were furtively watching our sex play. One woman had dropped her hand in her man's lap and was whispering constantly in his ear. I wondered if it was a running commentary or detailed description of what she expected once they got home. 

I prolonged Betta's exposure by ordering one last glass of Barolo. Of course I had the wine steward come over to discuss the vintage first. He stuttered the whole time. 

With our meal over, I beckoned Anton over and asked him to bring me one perfect strawberry, as well as the check. He looked puzzled but brought them both to me. 

With him standing there, I took the strawberry, licked it, and then reached down and slipped it inside Betta's very lubricated pussy. I flipped her skirt down, signed the bill, and then pulled her to her feet. 

With her breasts still mostly exposed, I led her through the busy restaurant to the parking lot. I had parked in the corner, and I opened the door for her to enter the car. I dropped to my knees beside her and moved her legs to my shoulders and buried my face in her wet pussy. I licked her deeply and slurped strawberry juices along with her pussy juices. She began to shudder and cry out as she orgasmed around my tongue. 

I moved up and kissed her face with my juice-smeared lips and then got in and drove home, one hand on the wheel and one hand between her legs, touching her juicy slit, teasing her swollen clit.

I pulled into our driveway, leaned over to kiss her, and pulled her skirt down to cover her pussy. "I can't wait to get you inside and fuck you woman, fuck you until you beg me to stop!" 

She arched her eyebrow and gave me a sexy smirk. "We will see about that my boy." 

We stood on our front porch, sharing a deep kiss. I got my keys out and unlocked the door when Betta took over. 

She reached up and grabbed my shirt collar and ripped open my shirt, buttons flying. Her nails dragged down my chest, leaving red marks. She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled/bit the hardening bud. 

Her hands found my belt and zipper, franticly opening them and tugging down my trousers and boxers. Her aggressiveness thrilled me. 

On her knees she panted, "God I want your cock!" as her hot wet mouth surrounded me. Her head now bobbing up and down my throbbing shaft. 

Suddenly I realized we were still on the front porch, totally exposed! I could hear the voices of neighbors coming out of their house. 

"Betta! BETTA!" I hissed. "Stop, let's go inside and then we can really get to it." 

She looked at me with a mischievous smile. She angled my body so the porch light flooded me like a spotlight. 

"Don't worry sexy, I won't make you cum while the neighbors watch, but I bet Cynthia next door won't mind a peek at your beautiful cock." 

Her mouth made another circuit around the glans. "You didn't have any problem exposing me to all those men...." 

She lifted her head from my cock, but replaced it with her hand, slowly stroking me. 

"Hi Cynthia!" she called out. Our neighbor was just coming out of her house with two other women when they turned to us. 

My mind flashed back to Halloween.

"Hi Bett.... Oh my god..." 

The women stared intently at the spectacle before them. 

"Sorry, we got carried away," Betta laughed. 

I almost came as she stroked faster, hot eyes burning into my nakedness. 

Betta stood, dragging me by my erection into the house as they watched. 

Once inside the door she finished stripping me and then tore off her clothes. She pushed me back on the plush carpet in the living room and pounced. 

Betta straddled my face with her thighs, grinding her sopping wet pussy against my mouth. 

"Did you see the look of shock on Cynthia's face? She has told me how attractive she thinks you are, and now she can appreciate ALL of you," Betta giggled. "The restaurant was fun, but I really think you are the one that needed to be shown off." 

Betta's voice became ragged as my tongue assaulted her pussy. I could still taste strawberry. 

She started pinching her own nipples panting, "I love fucking your face." 

That wave crashed over her and she spasmed and shook. I grabbed her thighs and tongued fucked her deeper. 

I love when she orgasms as I eat her. 

She pulled back, letting me breathe, smiling down with love and tenderness in her eyes. She wiggled her way down my body until she was poised over my throbbing cock. 

I needed an orgasm in the worst way! 

"I still have big plans for your cock. You have created a monster! You will let me show you off whenever I want. You can't stop me," she said

She just glazed the tip of my cock with her very wet pussy. 

"Oh Betta, do whatever you want, please, just fuck me NOW!" I shouted.

She teased for a second and then slammed down the full length of my shaft. We both groaned.

Her hair flew in a frenzied halo around her head as she bounced up and down on my cock. My fingers found her hard nipples and I twisted them as she fucked me. We were both past words. My whole cock expanded and stretched her pussy as I neared orgasm.  

She leaned over and kissed me deeply, our tongues thrashed together. We were locked, pussy to cock, open mouth to open mouth. She started to cum first, dragging me willingly after her. 

Blinding hot cum spurted deep into her womb. My mind shorted out with passion. Finally, she collapsed against my chest. We both sagged in exhaustion. 

Betta nuzzled my ear, softly whispering, "Remember, you can't stop me."



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



To recap for those just joining the story, my mother has just given me the blowjob of my life. This happened after i found out my own mother used to be a pornstar. Please read chapter 1 for full details.

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My mother, now atop my lap, slides her hands around my neck and leans in to kiss me. As our lips press together, I cant help but think 'Wow, I'm glad my date stood me up!' Our mouths are locked in this passionate kiss, the like of which I have never seen before. It was amazing, the love for my mother pouring out of me as our lips move from side to side upon each other. I then feel a soft probing, and realize that my mother is trying to push he tongue inside of my mouth. Happily I accept the probing monster that is my mothers tongue.

We sat there and kissed passionately for what seemed like days. It was more likely only a minute or two, but it was the best minute or two of my 18 year old life. After what seems like ages and eternities, my mother pulls back and looks me deeply in the eyes.

"Are you ready for this?" My mother asks me.

"Yes mom, I've been ready for this for as long as I have been thinking about girls"

"Is that so? You have fantasized about me for that long?"

"Well, yea. I mean you're pretty, and funny, and amazing..." I say as I trail off.

"What else do you like about me?" My mother asks me in a seductive tone.

"Y-you have a um... wonderful body." I say nervously

"What about my body?"

"I-I-I don't know," I say unsure where to go from here, "you have nice skin."

My mother laughs at this, her soft serene laughter ringing out like a songbird in the springtime.

"Really? I have nice skin huh? Is that all? Or do you just want me for my skin?" My mother says winking at me, "What is your favorite part of my body?"

"I love your uh-uh"

"Go on Jimmy, after what we have already done, I don't think there is any need to be bashful"

"Well, uh y-your breasts are amazing..." Once again, despite my best efforts to be more confident, I trail off

"Now we are getting somewhere."

My mother then stands up and takes a step back. Slowly she moves her hands up her sides and catches the bottom edges of her black V-neck in her fingers and starts moving them upward. She, intentionally or unintentionally, moves the shirt upwards at a rate of about 0.00000000001 millimeters an hour. Of course that was about how fast it appeared to me, because of the fact that I had been trying to see these glorious breasts almost my entire life. I can remember weeks when my whole goal was to get a peek of my mother topless, but to no avail. And here it was finally happening and she had to be slow about it... women. But I digress.

The shirt seems to take a millenia to move an inch, but eventually it does reach the bottoms of her glorious one-of-a-kind breasts. And just as the bottoms of them are stating to peek out, she stops.

"Before I go any further love, I have to make sure. If nothing more than for my own conformation. Do you want this? Because this is a one way train that doesn't go back."

I open my mouth and raise my hand to stop her and tell her I want it, but she stops me.

"Ah-ah-ah. Let me finish. Once we do this, we wont be going back. If you are as good as your cum tastes, then I am going to want you to be a full-time lover. Is that clear?"

I shake my head in response.

"Good, now answer me this. Do you want this? All of this?"

"Of course I do mom. I haven't wanted anything more than this in my entire life."

"Very well."

Once more the shirt begins to rise upon her torso. After what seems like another eternity, but is more like only a few seconds, her wondrous orbs fall into view. They were the most marvelous set of breasts I had ever seen. The women in the magazines I have stashed in my closet are nothing in comparison to this white goddess. The shirt now pulled over her head and tossed to the side, my mother stands there, her hands on her hips, which are cocked to the side, staring back at me, staring at her breasts. My mouth must have fallen open at some point, because my mother chuckles at me and says,

"You know son, if that mouth of yours is gonna be open, why not attach it to these? They haven't had any attention for such a long time, I am sure they would appreciate it."

With that she moves forward once again and slides onto my lap. She grabs the back of my head and presses it into her right breast. I, now being in the position I have longed for since, but not been in since I was a baby nursing upon them, start to ravage her breasts. First just the right, then the left, then the right. I continued like this for a long time. At least twenty minutes or so, until i became aware of a noise. My mother was moaning her heart out at what I was doing to her. I redoubled my efforts. After another five minutes, my mom calls out loud,

"Oh my god, don't OH don't stop! I'm almost there! OH YES! Almost, YES! Baby you're gonna make your mama cum just from OH sucking on her tits! YUES THATS IT OHMYGOD! DON'T STOP YES! RIGHT THERE OH! AHHHHHH YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES!"

Her orgasm continued for another minute or two as she rode out all the waves of pleasure and the aftershocks. 

She pulls back and stares me deeply in my eyes and says,

"I think after that you deserve a treat young man."

Slowly, she steps back and unzips her tight blue skirt and starts to slide it down her wonderful legs. Once again, taking her time, the nerve of women making men wait like this, her long legs making the wait that much longer. Finally her skirt reaches the floor and she steps out of it, kicking it to one side of the room, it settles crumpled on the shag carpet she had put down a year ago. I was never sure why. I then look from her crumpled skirt to her. There she stood, her in all of her glorious beauty, with nothing on other than a silk thong. I was in heaven. I also take the initiative to shuck my own shirt.

My mother's 36 DD chest which didn't sag almost at all, due to her daily exercising, stood proudly out with a little bit of my saliva coating it still and glowing a bit red from all the attention i had paid to it just recently. I do a once over of her. Then a twice, then a third time. At this point, my mother strides over to me and puts her foot upon the bed and unbuckles her high heel that she had been wearing. She then repeats it with the other. Dropping them onto the floor, she climbs onto the bed and pushes me back. Leaning me down so my head is resting right near the headboard. She straddles me while still standing and reaches for the thong. Once again she moves it tortuously slow down and off of her body and kicks it away. 

"I think you've earned this little man" She says with a wink. 

She then leans up so i may have a full view of her before almost pouncing upon my head. She presses her now naked and shaved pussy into my face. I don't know how she knew, but eating a woman out was always one of my most favorite things. Hearing the moans and screams coming from above me as i licked at her womanhood. She reaches down and puts her had on the back of my head and pushes it forcefully into her bare pussy and in a moan and and order at the same time says,

"Eat me damn it. Eat me you mother fucker."

I am ever so happy oblige. Ive never been one to tell my mother 'no' anyway, so why start now right? I take a deep breath of her juice pussy before diving into it. She, i assume, was already wet when she came in and caught me. But after the titty licking and sucking i had given her, it was like a dam had broken down here. She was more juicy than any other girl i had ever eaten out and i loved it. I lapped up her juices as fast as i could, licking and sucking on her clit. After a few moments of this, i reach my hand up and snake it between her legs and insert a finger into her pussy. This is received with...

"OH! Yes baby, do it like that. Please, oh my god, please don't OH! don't stop."

And i didn't. I rode her pussy like it was the last source of wetness on the planet and i had to get all of it. We sit like this for about 10 or 15 minutes or so, my mother getting off at least three minor orgasms, until the big one builds up and she can no longer hold herself together. 

"OH YES! YES BABY BOY, YES! Let mommy face fuck you. Oh my god yes! OH RIGHT THERE YES! OH OH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

The scream/moan lasted almost a full minute. I was in absolute paradise. Not only was i getting to eat my own mother out, but i was doing a damn good job at it. And she was in pure ecstasy with the job i had done. She rides my face for another minute or two as the orgasm subsides and slides off of my face. At this point, I am drenched with her juices and I am loving it. She curls up next to me and rests her beautiful head upon my bare chest.

"That was wonderful baby." My mother says in her sexy, seductive voice.

"Well thank you mom, I'm glad I could do it. I had a blast doing it and hearing you. I think the neighbors heard you too."

We both chuckle at this and look into each others eyes. We stare deep, knowing that we both know, and yet not knowing at the same time, what the other is thinking. We are both thinking that we love this person more than we should, and even though it might be wrong in some peoples eyes, we weren't going to let them stop us, for we may just have found true happiness.

"Baby?"

"Yea mom?"

"I think its time."

"Time for what mom?"

"I think its time we fully consummate this relationship don't you?"

I stared at the ceiling not knowing what to say. I wanted this more than anything in the world and now that is was going to happen, i was speechless. What came next was wonderful and amazing. More so than anything that had happened to me tonight already. But that part of the story my friends is for another time.



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



The dream was still vivid in Jack's mind as he awoke without opening his eyes. He had no idea at what point during the night he'd had it nor who the woman was—whether she was a pure figment of his imagination, a composite of the many gorgeous creatures he'd seen at his boss's party, or if she was really real. For that matter, his groggy, foggy mind could not determine how much of the party actually took place versus that which his mind might have conjured up. Certainly the woman giving the blow job in the bathroom and the other couple fucking against the window were fantasy.

Either way, it didn't really matter. Jack now had a morning woody like none he could remember. Solid oak. He'd have to lay here a while until it subsided. If Sally saw him sporting a Louisville Slugger she'd start in on him about what a pervert he was to wake up like that. In the beginning, he had attempted to explain to her that it was normal, that most men greeted the day with an erection. But her continued refusal to believe that, even with mounds of evidence, brought him to a quick realization that it was another of her many ways of avoiding sex with him.

To hell with her; his dream was more fulfilling than sex with her had ever been.

Jack closed his eyes to see if his mind could evoke another such fantasy. In seconds he could feel Catherine's mouth sliding slowly up and down his eager shaft. God, this woman was good. She bathed his cock in her warm saliva, such that he could feel it rolling down his scrotum. Her hand occasionally replaced her mouth and he had never considered how great a lubricant spit was. Her hand felt almost as divine has her mouth.

Could I come just through a dream, he wondered.

When he felt her start to suck his balls, he thought sure he could. "Oh, God, that feels good," he said aloud.

His eyes shot open when he suddenly realized he had spoken out loud. If Sally heard that—

"You like?"

But that wasn't Sally's voice.

Looking down, he saw Catherine's beautiful smiling face hovering over his dick firmly gripped in her hand.

"Oh, my God! Catherine!"

"You were expecting someone else?"

"I thought I was dreaming." But in that instant, he knew it was all wonderfully real.

He pulled her up to him and kissed her passionately. He drank saliva from her over-saturated mouth. She kissed back with equal excitement.

As he rolled her over onto her back, he opened his eyes and glimpsed the interior of the hotel bedroom, which further substantiated the reality of the moment. Though it was his ultimate intention, yet not so soon, the movement caused his cock to slide right in to her pussy as though by design. However, now that it was warmly sheathed, he made no attempt to remove it. And if the way Catherine wrapped her legs around his was any clue, she wouldn't have allowed a pull-out.

Beginning with slow, gentle thrusts, Jack harshly realized that this would probably be the last time he would ever see Catherine. It made him sad, and as a result, he lifted himself onto his elbows and gazed into her eyes as he made tender love to her. He wanted to remember this moment forever. She stared back, and as abrupt or impulsive or even strange as it might seem, he had fallen in love with her and his life would never be the same.

She reached up to gently cup his face, her thumbs exploring his cheekbones; her fingers moving down to lightly massage his neck. He couldn't help but plant affectionate kisses on her face and ears, and when he bent to accomplish that, she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him tightly, until their mutual climax overcame them. It was not hard and rough, but rather soft and loving.

They remained locked in the embrace for several minutes, as though separating would end it all in a cataclysmic event, rather than merely a sexual disjoining. 

"Must you really go to Paris?" Jack asked, nearly whispering.

"I'm afraid so."

"Could you not be persuaded to stay?"

"Regrettably, no." There was sadness in her voice, as well.

Shaking his head in defeat, Jack finally eased off of her, noting the eight a.m. time on the bedside clock. "Then, I guess it's off to work and on with my miserable life."

"There's no rush. I don't leave until this evening."

It's already eight. I'll be late."

"You're a vice president now," Catherine reminded. "Most of them don't keep regular hours, particularly the morning after one of Peter's parties."

"I have to meet with Human Resources and Peter's administrative assistants this morning," Jack advised with none of the enthusiasm he should have for his first day in the new position.

"They'll meet at your convenience," she noted, sounding authoritative.

He frowned. "You seem to know an awful lot about Peter and his company. Yet you claim not to work for him."

A pained expression marred her lovely features causing her to hang her head.

"I'm sorry," Jack offered, suddenly concerned. "Did I say something—" He halted in mid-sentence as a terribly frightening thought gripped him. "Oh, my God . . ."

"Peter is my husband." There was remorse in her tone, to be sure, but even though she uttered it softly, casually, it carried the effect of a slap in the face.

"I must have really been swept off of my feet not to see that one coming," Jack mouthed through clenched teeth, sounding angrier then he intended.

"I'm really sorry, Jack," Catherine offered. "I really am. I wanted to tell you last night before we left the club, but I was as swept up as you. You are unlike any man I have ever known and I didn't want to lose that."

"God, how am I going to face Peter?" he fretted.

"I'm not going to tell him." As if that needed to be mentioned.

"Well, I would certainly hope not. But when I see him, I'll know." He started to head for the bathroom, and then thought to ask, "How many other guys have you done this with?"

"None."

"Why me?"

"I told you. You're unlike any man I have ever known."

"But why? Knowing you'd be leaving for good?"

"Same reason."

"And all of this," he said, gesturing to the bed, "was real?"

"Yes. Please don't let us part on bad terms."

Jack really had no reason not to believe her. After all, she had told him she was married, just not to whom. The fact that it was his boss was unnerving, but from what he had heard of Peter and his womanizing, it was not hard to believe that his wife would want to leave him, particularly a woman such as Catherine. And as far as cheating on a spouse, well, he was just as guilty. To Catherine, he simply nodded. Glancing around, he said, "Where did I leave my clothes?"

"They should be in the valet door," she explained, heading toward the stairs. "I had them dry cleaned so you would like nice for your first day."

A half-hour later, showered and shaved (with articles Catherine had the hotel bring up—a service the establishment was quite accustomed to providing—the two came together for a tearful goodbye.

"I'll never forget you, Jack."

"Nor I you."

Of course, they kissed. But Jack broke it off before they were carried away. While showering, he'd thought about his parting words to her, but in the end, all that needed to be said was, "Goodbye."

* * *

Jack had always prided himself on being punctual. He was never late for work or meetings. Stepping out of the lobby of the hotel onto the street, already more than an hour tardy for the office, he would have normally been frantic about getting there as quickly as possible, which in this situation would have meant grabbing a taxi. But this morning, with all that had happened in the last twelve hours, he just didn't care, and so, he opted to walk the dozen or so blocks. Perhaps it would clear his head.

Unfortunately, instead, all it did was provide more time to relive the events of last night and this morning. The fact that Catherine was Peter's wife had faded in importance to Jack. It would have been different had she just been fooling around on him. But she was positively leaving him. He had seen the one-way ticket to Paris in her purse.

As he walked, he forced his mind to consider whether this sudden love for a woman that was not his wife was entirely due to the fact that she had given him the best sex of his life, or was that merely the icing on the cake. After two blocks, he felt convinced it was the latter.

Oddly, or perhaps not so much, he had not the slightest conscionable regret that he had been unfaithful to his wife. In fact, it forced him to address the fact that what they had was not a real marriage. They were really nothing more than glorified room mates and he questioned why he continued to live the absurd life that he and Sally had together. But the answer was obvious. Until last night, he believed those crude accountant jokes he had told to Catherine. To other people they were hilarious jokes; to him they had been a sad commentary on the evolution of his existence.

Until last night.

Now, he realized with some hope, he had more to give. At least one woman thought so; others would, as well, if they gave him a chance.

The office building came into view. Jack stopped for a moment to glance up at it: his business home for fifteen years. He'd worked his way up from an accounting clerk fresh out of college through the ranks of supervisor, manager, assistant vice president, and now he had achieved his ultimate goal: vice president. He had been thrilled to death yesterday when Peter made the announcement; as though everything he had worked his entire adult life for had finally come to fruition.

Now, it just didn't seem to matter.

Still, he accepted the congratulations and well-wishes from those he passed on his way up to his new office. Once in that new room, which was twice the size of his old office and sported his own conference table in one corner, Jack sat behind his desk for the first time, with its stunning view of the city's skyline. This should have been a bigger thrill than it was.

"Good morning, Jack. And welcome." It was his hand-me-down administrative assistant, Marla. She had worked for his predecessor and Jack hadn't had the heart to replace her, particularly since he had no one in mind to replace her with.

"Thanks, Marla."

"Did we have a nice evening?"

There was almost a knowing tone to her voice—or was he just being paranoid? "It was okay. I'm not a party animal."

"Very well. HR would like to see you at your convenience," she reminded. "Contract. Got to make it official."

"Right, right. Do you know if Peter is in?" Jack wasn't sure why he was asking that. Had the boss noticed his wife wasn't home? Did they even sleep in the same bedroom?

"I believe he is. Would you like me to check? Do you need to see him?"

"No, no, not right now. I need to make a call right now."

"Can I get someone for you?"

"No, I can place my own calls."

"It's part of what I do. In fact, you'll want me to place your calls for you so you'll have a record of who you speak to."

"Well, this is a personal call, so if you don't mind, I'll make this one myself."

"Oh. Very well. Let me know if you need anything."

Isn't this going to be fun, Jack thought as he picked up the phone to call home.

After several rings, Sally finally answered. "Hello, Jack." Again with the warm greeting.

"Hi, Sally, how are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"I'm good. Did your meeting go well last night?"

"Fine. Do you need something, Jack? I really can't talk right now. I have the realtor coming in a few minutes."

"The realtor?" Jack questioned. "What's the realtor coming for?"

"You're a vice president now, Jack. We can't live in a house like this anymore."

"But I like this house—"

"She's here. I have to go. Call me later." And with that, she abruptly hung up.

Jack shouldn't have been surprised. This wasn't the first time a promotion on his part required a new house on her part. In the past he just went along with it. Sally did at least have good taste in homes and decorating. But he was tired of moving. In fifteen years, they'd had four different homes.

The intercom rang. It was Marla. "Yes," he said upon answering.

"Jack, Stacy from HR is here. Can you see her now?"

"Yes. Send her in."

After greetings and niceties, they went over standard company policies that he already knew so he listened with only half an ear. She then handed him the contract and offered to go over it with him. He declined and skimmed over the fourteen pages, but nothing questionable really leapt out at him. Still, he should probably read it word for word just to play it safe.

"Let me read it over and I'll get back with you later."

"Oh," Stacy replied, surprise evident in her voice. "I can wait, if you like."

"No, that's alright. I'll get it back to you after while."

When she departed, Jack realized he hadn't had as little as coffee this morning. Come to think of it, he hadn't had dinner last night either, just pickings at the party. He decided to remedy that. On his way out, he told Marla where he was headed, but not specifically.

"I can get you coffee and anything else you'd like."

"That's alright. I need to stretch my legs."

"Would you like me to get a little coffee maker to keep in here?" Marla asked. "Many of the other VPs have them."

"Do any of the VPs do anything for themselves?"

Marla appeared somewhat embarrassed as she responded, "Not really."

"I'll be back."

* * *

With coffee and a Danish in hand, Jack found himself out on the street, lost in thought, not really paying attention to where he was going. There was a square a block or so away, so he took a seat on a bench to finish his haphazard breakfast.

All he could think of was Catherine. She was the most incredible woman. Beautiful. Intelligent. And a great sex partner, to boot. Why couldn't he have met her sooner? Maybe she would have fallen in love with him and then she could have left her husband for a better reason. Of course, that would have meant leaving Peter's employ, but so what? It wasn't that great a company. But they hadn't treated him badly, so there had never really been a need to move on. However, if there had been a reason—such as Catherine—he would not have been hesitant to do so—even if it meant moving to Paris...

Having finished his coffee, Jack tossed the container into a nearby bin and started walking.

He'd never been to Paris; heard great things about it.

In the elevator, he contemplated his life and what he was doing. The doors opened and the copulating couple greeted him. He knocked tentatively. It took several minutes before Catherine answered.

"Jack. What are you doing here?"

Her eyes were red . . . as though she had been crying. "Catherine, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"I . . . I—what are you doing here?"

"If you'll have me I'd like to go with you to Paris."

"Oh, Jack!" she cried amid a fresh flow of tears. "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes. Of course."

Catherine threw her arms around him, hugging tightly. "Yes, I want you to come!"

Jack was so happy to hear her say that, he nearly started to cry himself.

"My tears were of sadness at having to leave you. But now you've turned them into tears of joy!" She took his hand and led him inside into the living area where they sat on the sofa. "What led you to this decision?"

"Last night was the most wonderful night of my life," Jack said with all sincerity. "You are the most wonderful woman I have ever known."

"Are you truly ready to leave your wife?"

"We have no marriage." Jack shrugged. "We just live together. We have nothing in common, we do nothing together, I don't even look forward to going home at night. I've stayed with her because I had nothing to leave her for. Now, I do—if you're certain you want me."

"I am. And your promotion?"

"My goal fifteen years ago when I went to work for your husband's company was to work my way up to the top accounting position. I guess I've accomplished that goal. Actually performing the job means nothing. I think I'm ready for a new challenge."

"You've made me very happy," Catherine said, putting her arms around him and pressing her mouth to his. It started as a tender, loving kiss, but quickly escalated to intense and passionate. Her hand came back around front inside his jacket, rubbing little circles of affection on his chest, and then slowly moved down his abdomen to his crotch. The instant she made contact with his cock, it shot down his leg to full hardness in record time, eliciting a moan from her.

Catherine broke the kiss, stood, grabbed her breasts in each hand and playing with them for a only a couple of seconds before pulling the belt around the robe she was wearing. The garment immediately flew open revealing her nude, incredible body. With a wiggle of her arms, the garb slid down and off her body as though on cue.

With the intensity and rapidity of last night's activities, Jack really hadn't had a good opportunity to really see her completely naked. Even now, to his disappointment, he only got a second's glimpse before she dropped to her knees, spread his legs, undid his belt and zipper, and pulled his pants down enough to expose his rigid rod. It stood at a 45 degree angle from his body pointing right at her face. She wasted no time in sucking it down her throat.

For the next few minutes, Jack was in a daze as she made love to his cock, licking it, kissing it, rubbing it, jerking it. Hampered by his pants, she took a second to pull them and his underwear off. With her mouth back in action, she reached up, undid his tie and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his shirt and spread it and his coat open to expose his chest.

Jack felt as though he should be doing something, but he was powerless, overcome by the enjoyment of what she was doing.

But Catherine was not to let him off so easily. She stood, turned around and squatted on his now leaking penis, using a hand to guide it into her dripping pussy. She then reached back for his hands using them for balance herself as she bounced up and down on his instantly lubricated cock.

Like so many other positions he had done with Catherine, Jack had never had sex with a woman with her sitting on him facing away. The feeling of the front of her pussy rubbing against the underside of his rod was exquisite, but he would have expected nothing less from her.

She slowed her pace, going up and down very slowly, and he could feel every millimeter of her vagina around every micrometer of his penis. He thought he might actually pass out from the sheer pleasure. But it was only to get better as she let him slide out of her, then push his cock up against her vulva. Her vaginal lips embraced his gooey rod and she rocked back and forth to rub herself against him.

Finally, she stood again, turned to face him, and then re-seated her pussy on his tool. She moved up and down slowly so they could both enjoy the feeling. Her tits slapped his face and he couldn't help latching on to a nipple with his mouth. He kept his head and a firm grip with his lips so that when she went up her breast was pulled and stretched.

"Oh, yes!" she said to signify her approval.

After several thrusts, Catherine wiggled her tit free and then presented the other to Jack's eager mouth.

Meanwhile, he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand to assist in her movements as well as lifting his own hips to meet her thrusting. At one point, he slipped out, and with his penis wedged in her ass crack, she rubbed herself along the length of his shaft. It felt as thrilling as when she had kneaded his underside. In fact, he would be hard-pressed to say that any one thing she had done since they sat on the sofa was better than anything else.

Tiring of all the knee action, Catherine rolled over onto her back, her head conveniently coming to rest on a throw pillow wedged in the corner of the sofa. She spread her legs, her right over the side, her left straight up in the air. Jack needed no more invitation to stand, remove his jacket and shirt, and enter her with his left foot on the floor for balance and his right knee on the sofa.




A Night to Remember Ch. 02



In this position, Jack picked up the pace and within minutes they were both moaning as they entered the beginning stages of their orgasms. To emphasize how rough she wanted it, Catherine grabbed his hips pulling him into her and pushing him back forcefully. Her cries became louder and the contractions of her pussy around his dick spurred him on. He hosed her with enough semen that his continued thrusts caused it to be forced out, dripping down her crack onto the sofa.

Jack instantly stopped as he realized he was leaving evidence of his visit. He pulled out and attempted to wipe it with his hands.

"Don't worry about it," Catherine said. "After a party like last night, there are similar stains all over." She pulled him to her for a kiss.

While their lips were melding, Jack opened his eyes and happened to catch the time from the clock on the end table. "Oh, God, I've got to get going."

Frowning from the discontinuance of their succulent kiss, Catherine said, "Why? If you're resigning from the company, there's no rush to go back."

Jack's methodical mind kicked in. "There's much to do before we leave. By the way, what time is the flight?"

"Eight p.m."

"I've got to try to get on it."

"I'll take care of that."

"Oh, okay. Thanks. That's one less thing. I've got to see my lawyer to get divorce and settlement matters going, then I've got to hand in my resignation to Peter, than go home to have it out with Sally and pack some things. I should be able to make it to the airport in time."

"You better!"

That brought him down a notch. He smiled. "I'm so glad you feel that way." He hugged her. "I'll try never to disappoint you."

"I know." She started buttoning his shirt. "Now, go. The sooner you take care of all of that, the sooner we can be together."

* * *

Jack's attorney's office was also in the downtown area, so only a slight detour was necessary to visit his old college buddy. Wes had handled all of Jack's legal matters, not that there had been so much; it was simply more about loyalty to an old friend.

Legally, Wes did the right thing and attempted to talk Jack out of it, but not very forcefully, and once the attorney saw that the accountant would not be swayed, Wes the friend was actually glad that Jack was leaving the "bitch." Therefore, most of this brief meeting was spent discussing the last eighteen hours in Jack's life. Wes's only regret was that his friend was leaving the country, so they wouldn't be able to get together for their occasional lunches and their more frequent drinks after work.

The lawyer knew that the CPA was one of the most level-headed men around, so he was not too concerned about the impulsive plans, particularly when one factored in Sally. Wes told Jack not to worry about things, that he would handle it all and would do his best to fight for Jack. Even though they would be separated by a great distance, the two vowed to stay in touch beyond the legal issues.

* * *

Now a man with a purpose, Jack stepped through Marla's office into his. Not surprisingly, she was on her feet and following him before the wind created by his movement died down.

"Must have been a really good cup of coffee," she commented.

With both Catherine and Peter on his mind, Jack turned, "What?" Then realizing what she'd said, he added, "Oh, just had to . . . I need to go see Peter." Jack grabbed the contract from his desk and did an about face.

"I'll let them know you're coming."

"Whatever," Jack mumbled, but he didn't think loud enough for her to hear.

A few minutes later, he strode into the Executive Suite straight toward Peter's huge office.

"Just a minute, Jack," Chelsea said, hanging up the phone, no doubt with Marla. "I'll let him know you're here."

But Jack was already entering Peter's office by the time the executive assistant was on his heels.

"Got a minute, Peter?" Jack asked.

Peter turned from the window he'd been standing in front of peering out on the city.

"I'm sorry, Peter," Chelsea said quickly, he—"

"It's alright," the boss said with a wave of his hand. "What's up, Jack?"

Jack glanced behind him to wait until Chelsea was gone. Apparently sensing ill, she had closed the door, which usually remained open.

Spying the contract in the vice president's hand, Peter asked, "Problem with the contract?" He sat behind his desk, gesturing Jack to take a seat.

"No. I haven't really read it yet." Jack was suddenly nervous, the thought that he'd had incredible sex with the man's wife floating to the forefront of his brain.

"Then, why are you here?" the boss asked with a hint of impatience.

Jack looked past his boss out the window, but the image of Catherine's beautiful naked body stared back at him: those luscious breasts that stood out from her chest with hardly any sag, and her juicy, tasty pussy that he could still feel wrapped around his hard cock. He channeled these thoughts into courage, knowing that to get through these next few minutes would bring him that much closer to those images becoming a permanent reality.

"Sorry, Peter, I . . . I'm handing in my resignation." Just uttering those words was a huge relief.

"You're what?" Peter couldn't believe his ears.

"I said I'm—"

"I heard you. What the hell's going on?"

"Between last night and this morning, I've been doing a lot of thinking about this change and I came to the realization that I needed a bigger change in my life."

"What kind of change?" Peter's voice softened a tad. "Does this have anything to do with the woman you left with last night?"

Jack hesitated. Was there any purpose in lying about that as long as he didn't reveal Catherine's name? Perhaps it was a concept a womanizer like Peter could understand. "Yes, it does."

"Who was she, Jack?" Peter wanted to know.

"Just a woman. It doesn't matter who."

"Oh, but it does," the boss countered. "Few people know this, Jack, but I bring in call girls for these parties because there are a number of guys like you who believe they can't get girls."

The two women Jack had seen sitting with Catherine when he arrived came to mind. Being with her had given him a preoccupation with sex he hadn't had before. His mind visualized one of the females blowing a guy in the bathroom, her soft red lips sliding up and down his saliva-coated shaft, her tongue teasing his pee hole, her hands fondling his balls; then there was the other girl whom he saw being fucked against the window, the man's massive cock pumping her drenched snatch like a machine; and perhaps even the beautiful big-titted woman with the thong and the gorgeous ass who was being chased out when he arrived. It all made sense that they might be professionals. "She's not a call girl."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"What about your wife?"

"She's no wife," Jack said with a grimace. "She's a woman who sucks the life out of me—and I don't mean that in a sexual way."

That got a chuckle from Peter. "I know what you mean."

Jack hoped his boss was just being agreeable and not referring to Catherine. The vice president had little respect for the CEO and his treatment of the French woman as it was.

"So with this new woman it's all about the sex?"

"The sex was good, but it's not all about the sex. I think she's a good woman."

"Look, Jack, I've seen it happen too many times; even from my parties. A guy has a night with a beautiful woman who gives him the kind of sex he doesn't get at home and suddenly he's willing to follow her to the ends of the Earth. Later on, though, she dries up and so does the great sex."

"This one's different."

"They all say that. What other kinds of change are you looking for?"

"I think for this to really work," Jack explained, "for us to really have a new life, we need to start over in a new place."

"So, you're planning on leaving town?"

"Yes."

"Where are you going?"

Of course, Jack lied. "Not sure yet. Maybe even out of the country."

"That's awfully drastic." Peter checked his watch. "Look, Jack, I've got an important meeting right now. Shouldn't last long. I want to talk to you more about this. I really don't want to lose you. Wait around, would you?"

Glancing at his watch, Jack quickly calculated his time schedule. He could afford to wait. Perhaps he at least owed his boss that. He nodded.

There was a knock, and then Chelsea poked her head in. "Your next appointment is here."

Peter came around his desk and shook Jack's hand. "I'll call you just as soon as I'm finished."

Chelsea stepped aside as Jack departed, but he stopped short as he spotted a tall, incredibly attractive woman walk by him into Peter's office. Just before the door was closed, he thought he heard the boss say, "Hello, darling."

"Time for lunch, Debi," the executive assistant noted, grabbing her purse.

"Right behind you, Chelse."

Both ladies waited until Jack exited the Executive Suite before following him out. As he walked off down the hall, he heard the lock being set.

In that instant, Jack knew exactly what Peter's next appointment was. No way was he going to wait around for that.

* * *

It was just after one p.m. when Jack stepped out of the elevator to head out of the building for the very last time. Outside of the building heading for the parking garage, he didn't notice he was being followed. Turning the corner, he glanced back toward the building for one last look. Among the other pedestrians was an unrecognizable woman in a white trench coat, dark glasses and a dark fedora. Like the others on foot, he paid her no attention.

That is, until a half-block later when she followed him into the parking garage. However, it was public parking so he didn't think too much about it—until she got in the same elevator. He attempted to be unobtrusive in his glance at her, but her head was tilted down so he didn't see her face.

It worried him when she got off on the same level. Her heels on the pavement indicated she was keeping pace.

As always, he backed into his parking slot. He had his key fob out and as soon as he was in range of his car he unlocked it. Her footsteps indicated she was still following. Not really certain why he was concerned, Jack quickly reached for the door handle and pulled on the door. However, before he had it fully opened, it slammed shut, and a quick about face told him the woman was the culprit. She stepped closer to him and he stepped back. She reached out, opened the rear door and gestured for him to get in. He didn't really know why he complied.

Much to his surprise, she slid in beside him. It wasn't until she pressed her lips to his that he knew he was kissing Catherine. He pulled back. "Catherine—"

"Shh-shh," she uttered, tossing her hat and shades into the front seat. "I couldn't wait," she said, undoing the belt around her coat and spreading it open to reveal her nudity. She then pulled his head to her breasts, and as always with her, he was powerless to do any more than suck her tits. With his legs spread to brace himself, she draped her right leg over his left thigh. He stood corrected. She had panties on underneath.

Jack's hand went to her panties, pulling them aside to rub her pussy. She wiggled her arms out of the coat, and then swung around to straddle his lap. Next, was the unbuttoning of his shirt and the removal of both it and his jacket. That accomplished, her fingers nimbly undid his pants and belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down and off.

A second later, after emitting a "finally," her soft lips were gripping the head of his swollen cock. Jack couldn't help but enjoy that for a few minutes before turning her over, yanking her panties off and attacking her juicy pussy. He spread her lips with his tongue, licking the folds and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. He stuck two fingers in moving them back and forth. She pulled his hand away, his two fingers dripping wet, and raised them to her mouth where she sucked her own juices off.

That caused his dick to pulse and he felt a few drops of pre-cum ooze out.

"I can't wait anymore, Jack," Catherine moaned. She threw her leg over his lap, grabbed his rod and rammed it up her hole. Her bouncing on his cock shook the entire car. He quickly got with the program, and between the two of them, they put the vehicle's shocks to the test. Jack tried to remember to glance outside every few minutes to make certain no one was watching. Mid-afternoon there was usually little activity in the garage.

After a few minutes, he laid her on the seat, draping her left leg over the top of the front seat, and then re-entered. The cramped quarters made the position awkward, but they managed. All that really mattered to either was that his hard cock was in her wet pussy.

Catherine threw her head back on the seat, her tits standing straight up. Seeing her like that, obviously in a state of ecstasy, Jack could hold out no longer. "I'm coming," he warned.

"Yes, let's!"

Seconds later, Jack was shooting his third wad of the day. He had no idea he had so much in him. It felt just as good as the first time. Catherine's moaning was almost continuous now until that final long one that signified her orgasm.

When she was finished, she took a deep breath and mumbled, "It just keeps getting better with you."

His sentiments exactly. "Is that all you want me for—my body?"

She chuckled. "And because you make me laugh."

"I'm getting worried about you," Jack said, not entirely joking.

"Why?"

"You seem to require a lot of sex. I wouldn't have thought it about a woman as elegant as you."

"Does that bother you?"

"No. It's just something I didn't expect, but I'm not disappointed."

"Well, even refined women enjoy sex."

"I don't know if I can keep doing it every few hours. I think I'll run out of steam."

"Well," she said with her trademark smile. "You're off the hook until we're on the plane."

"On the plane?"

"You've never done the mile high club?"

"No."

Catherine's eyes lit up. "I can't wait."

* * *

It wasn't until Jack drove Catherine back home that she revealed her primary intent in the disguise and following him had been to tell him she had gotten him on the flight to Paris and seats together. She hadn't wanted to phone him at the office and risk having someone recognize her voice. She had printed out his boarding pass and now stuck it in his pocket. The more she thought about seeing him again to deliver the message, the more excited she became, prompting the modification to her attire.

Catherine further confessed that she was not a sex maniac, but she did enjoy sex. She simply hadn't had such great sex in so long that she was being over-indulgent. She promised to tone it down. 

Jack told her she didn't need to tone it down on his account, that he would gladly rise to meet her needs.

Now, on the long drive to his home, Jack knew he should be considering how he would handle Sally. But he couldn't take his mind off Catherine. He took a few minutes to again confirm to himself that the great sex was not the sole driving force behind this massive change. Once convinced again, he allowed his mind to please itself with intoxicating thoughts of Catherine.

* * *

She glanced down at the woman's shiny, wet, pointed tongue approaching her equally as wet pussy and felt her heart beat a little faster in anticipation of the thrill she was about to experience. No one could make love to a woman like another woman, and only a female's tongue could bring her to a mind-shattering orgasm. Her vaginal lips were already perched over the edge of the couch, but she inched her ass forward to hasten contact.

The first lick of her clit was tentative, not due to hesitancy on the part of the licker, but rather as enticement. It was all the woman receiving could do to prevent herself from grabbing the head of the woman giving to force that tongue further in.

However, the woman giving could control herself no longer, either—for it was as stimulating to give as it was to receive—and she instantly set about devouring her friend's snatch.

The woman receiving threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy as the woman giving licked, sucked, nibbled and flicked every inch of her crotch. Only a few minutes of this barrage was tolerable before the orgasm began. In accompaniment, fingers were inserted in the receiving pussy. But before she let herself over the top, she pulled her friend's saliva and love juice coated lips to hers.

This action resulted on two unfortunate occurrences: the kiss quieted the receiver's loud moaning enabling the pair to hear the car door slam just outside, and the unexpected arrival caused the receiver's orgasm to instantly fizzle out before it actually had a chance to spark.

As the two women scrambled back into their clothes, the receiver opting to stuff her panties under the pillow of the sofa to save time, the only remnant of their activity was a huge wet spot on the very same pillow.

* * *

"What are you doing home so early?" Sally asked.

There was almost something unpleasant in her tone. She almost looked like a deer in the headlights—not that Jack, an accountant, knew what that looked like, but if he could imagine what it looked like, it would probably look like his wife right now. Prior to yesterday, he might have been concerned. Today, he just didn't care.

"I came home to pack," he advised, deciding to build up to it.

"They're sending you on a business trip already?"

"I'm going . . . who's in the bathroom?" Jack asked as he headed toward their bedroom and noticed along the way, that the door to the guest bathroom was closed, which only occurred when someone was using it.

"Uh, Myrna, the realtor," Sally replied, seemingly nervously.

Jack stopped just outside the entrance to their bedroom and turned to his wife. "She's still here?" He further noticed that the top button on her blouse was buttoned in the wrong hole, as though she had dressed hurriedly.

"So, where are you going?"

"Away." He changed direction, went into one of the spare bedrooms to get of their luggage.

"That's rather vague, Jack. Is there a reason you're not being more specific? You need all of the luggage? How long will you be away?"

Jack stopped when he returned to their bedroom and opened the luggage on the bed. "Do you really care?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm asking if you really care, that's all," he inquired, removing his coat and setting it on their bed. "Because I don't think you really do. You have your ladies' clubs and your meetings, you never have time to talk on the phone, and we never do anything. I believe this is just a marriage of convenience for you, and frankly, I'm tired of it. I've had enough."

"You're leaving me?" Her tone of voice suggested to him she was more amazed than bothered.

"That's right."

"Jack, get serious. You have no place to go." It was almost as though she was not taking him seriously. He detected condescension.

"Where I'm going is not something you need to worry about."

"You don't even want to talk about it?"

"Sally, we haven't had a serious conversation in years. There's no reason to start now." Jack went into their bathroom to gather his personal items, but Sally did not follow right away.

Minutes later, she appeared. "I think we should talk about this. Why, all of a sudden, do you want to leave?"

"I've already answered that."

"So after all these years of marriage, all you can say is you've had enough. Don't I deserve a little more of an explanation?"

"Didn't I deserve more all those times I've called you—like last night and this morning—than for you to tell me after not more than a minute that you were busy and couldn't talk? And you always tell me to call you back later. Never that you would call me back."




A Night to Remember Ch. 02



"And that's why you've had enough?"

"It's one reason." While talking, Jack had filled a suitcase with essentials and could have filled the other two, but he wanted to get the hell out of the house. He put his coat back on, grabbed the case and a garment bag he had put his suits in and dragged them to the front door.

Myrna was sitting on the sofa, a look of scorn on her face for Jack. As soon as Sally appeared, the realtor went to his wife and comforted her. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help but overhear. Are you okay?" She put her arm around Sally, but it was not the casual sort of gesture a person would do for another she barely knew. There was definitely familiarity. Jack also now noticed that her attire was a bit more casual than he might have expected a real estate agent to be wearing to visit a client. Like focusing a camera, the picture became suddenly clear: Myrna's casual attire, Sally's incorrectly buttoned shirt, the lack of sex in their marriage, her frequent meetings and what not with women . . . Sally was a lesbian!

He decided to have a little fun with her. "Another reason is our sex life, or lack thereof. Care to talk about that?"

"Sex? What has that got to do with it?" Sally asked with a frown, as though wondering where that came from.

"It's what married people do—unless they're doing it with someone else."

"Jack, whatever are you talking about?" She was attempting to conceal her worry.

Myrna suddenly also had a nervous look.

"I think we both know." Jack made an instant decision to not let on any more, opting instead to let Wes know about his suspicion. Perhaps the attorney could have Sally watched for a while and discover better grounds for divorce.

Once in the car, Jack sped off and didn't look back. It occurred to him that maybe he should have been angry over the probability that Sally was a lesbian and likely had been for years, and that she had just used him all that time basically to support her. But reaching into his jacket pocket for the boarding pass—that was strange, he thought he had folded it with the writing on the inside not outside like it was now—and the knowledge that he was going to be with Catherine, and nothing else mattered.

* * *

"Can you believe that?" Sally shouted angrily. "What has gotten into him? He's always done what he's supposed to do."

Myrna put her arms around her friend, hugging her. "Are you kidding? This is perfect. Now we can be together whenever we want."

"It is for that reason. But what am I going to do for money? I'll have to go to work."

"You work anyway. You just do it voluntarily. Now, you'll get paid."

"I can't get paid for the things I volunteer to do."

"With your talent for interior decorating, you would have no trouble getting a job," Myrna noted. "I can even throw you some work. Many of my clients are looking for a decorator when I sell them a house. I can direct them to you."

"That's a good idea."

"Of course, it is." The realtor pressed her lips to Sally's, caressing her breast. "Now, let's pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted; particularly since we don't need to be in a hurry to finish."

But the phone rang before they could resume. Sally scooped it up, thinking it might be Jack, and ready to give him a piece of her mind.

"May I speak to Jack please?" It was a downtown number.

"May I ask who's calling?" Sally asked the unrecognizable voice.

"This is Peter—"

"Jack's boss?"

"Yes," Peter answered enthusiastically, pleased to be recognized. "Is Jack around?"

"Actually," Sally responded, wondering how much Peter knew, "he just left."

"When do you expect him back?"

"I don't. He left me."

"So, he was serious," Peter said, he thought under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I guess if he left you, he doesn't care. He also quit his job."

"I'm not surprised," Sally remarked. "I guess that explains why he's on an 8:00 o'clock flight to Paris."

"Paris? Why the hell Paris?"

"Damned if I know."

"He told you he was going to Paris?" Peter asked incredulously.

"No, I happened to, uh," oh, what the hell, Sally thought. "I found his itinerary in is coat pocket."

"Oh," Peter chuckled. "Well, then, I guess there's no reason to attempt to talk him out of quitting."

"I don't think it would do any good. And, personally, I don't care."

"Don't blame you. Thanks."

* * *

Paris, Peter thought, hanging up the phone still smirking. He wouldn't have thought a man like Jack had it in him. He wondered who in the hell the accountant had met last night. There wasn't any woman at the party who could have had that kind of effect—except Joanne, the tall, incredibly attractive woman who had just left his office. It sure wasn't her.

Paris also caused Peter to think of his wife. He had neglected Catherine last night—Joanne had seen to that. His wife had even slept in a separate bedroom. She didn't even come out before he left for the office this morning. Perhaps he should go home early, even take her to dinner tonight.

* * *

The decision to leave her husband had not been difficult for Catherine; getting up the nerve to actually do it was another matter. But once she overcame that hurdle, things started to fall in place and each step in that direction underscored the fact that it was the right move to make. The addition of Jack in the mix was almost the icing on the cake. He was just an ordinary man with every day concerns. But that was one of the traits she loved most about him. He did not pretend to be any more than he was; in fact, he was actually much more than he purported to be. Of course, he was not the type of man she would normally have connected with. But it simply served to prove that one could not and should not judge a book by its cover.

Now, all she had to hope for was that he actually showed up on the airplane. Because he was the man he was, Catherine feared that the chance of him backing out was as good as not. A dozen times since last leaving him, she had wanted to phone him to make certain he was still coming with her, but she dared not call his office—her voice was too easily recognizable—and stupidly, she did not even get his cell phone number.

So, hope was now all she had.

As a result, Catherine had readied herself to depart for the airport early so she could watch out for him, and to avoid a confrontation with Peter. She had left a carefully worded letter on his dresser, but withheld her destination so he couldn't come after her.

Unfortunately, she hadn't planned on Peter arriving early. It occurred to her too late when she heard him enter the condo to sneak out the rear service exit, and now, she fretted having that encounter. Catherine wasn't always a quick thinker, so when he saw her dressed up and asked where she was off to, she had no answer.

"I . . . I'm going away," she mumbled. Then as an afterthought, added, "For a while." Maybe if she implied she was returning . . . 

"For a while? What does that mean?"

And of course, that was what he picked up on. "I just need some time alone."

"Time alone? Why?"

Exasperated now, Catherine thought, the hell with it. "I'm leaving you, you idiot!" she shouted, "I'm going away never to return." She started carrying her luggage to the front door.

"Why? I don't understand."

"I've had enough of this farce of a marriage."

"But why? I've given you everything you've ever wanted," Peter argued helplessly. 

"It isn't just about material things." Now, Catherine transferred her suitcases into the elevator. Peter got in with her. "I'm tired of you fooling around. You're not a one-woman man."

"But I can change."

He didn't even deny it, Catherine realized. "Well, I can't wait."

"Please can't we discuss it?" Peter pleaded. "You're going to throw away our marriage just like that?"

"I have nothing more to say."

Still, Peter persisted. "Please. Let's go to our little Italian place and talk."

Catherine frowned. "We don't have a little Italian place."

"Then, let's find one. Everyone needs a little Italian place at a time like this."

In the lobby now, she stepped quickly to the entrance, managing her luggage as best she could. Charles, the doorman rushed to assist her. "Need some help, Mam?"

"Yes, and a taxi."

A cab appeared instantly and Charles loaded her baggage as Peter continued pleading. He attempted to slide into the rear seat with her, but she pulled the door shut before he could.

"Can't I at least ride with you so we can discuss this some more?"

"No! There's nothing more to discuss."

"Where to Mam?" the cabbie asked.

"Just drive."

"Catherine, please?" Peter made one last attempt.

"I left you a letter on your dresser."

When he glanced upward to their condo, Catherine ordered the driver, "Go!" And it wasn't until they were several blocks away that she told him where.

* * *

Traffic was unusually heavy, and with each mile, Jack grew more frantic, fearing he would not arrive in time. As had Catherine, he stupidly had not gotten her cell phone number.

* * *

Peter immediately returned to their condo to read the letter. Nothing in it was a surprise, just a more verbose version of what she had said before leaving. He was hoping she would have mentioned where she was going, but she didn't.

The telephone rang, but he was too angry to answer it. However, he just as quickly realized it could be Catherine, so he scooped it up. Air France was calling to advise that the departure time for her flight to Paris was to be fifteen minutes earlier. Seven Forty-five instead of 8:00 p.m. It was a recorded message so Peter hung up.

Paris. Well, that really wasn't a surprise. After all, that was where she was from. Wasn't that the same flight Jack was on?

Why was everyone suddenly going to Paris?

It hit Peter like a ton of bricks. Jack was running away to Paris with a woman he had met at the party last night. And Catherine didn't sleep in the other bedroom. She didn't come home because she spent the night with him.

Peter was absolutely livid now as he tore out of the condo to go to the airport.

* * *

Jack had little experience driving into the city in the late afternoon/early evening, but he wouldn't have thought that traffic would be as heavy as it was. It did not even appear to be this heavy outbound of town, which with rush hour, it should be. He wondered if there was some event this evening that was bringing people in. The narrow cushion of time he had to arrive at the airport and still make the flight was quickly eroding, and with it his level of nervousness was gradually growing . . .

* * *

. . . as was Catherine's. She had checked her luggage and was now debating whether to go through security, or wait a while for Jack. However, the more she thought about it, as anxious as she was for Jack to come with her, if he did not show up, she would never know if it was because he backed out or simply missed the flight.

* * *

The advantage that Peter had was his own car and driver. And neither were strangers to quick trips to the airport. There had been many times when some business or a late-running meeting had prevented a timely departure by Peter to catch a flight, but Jesse had always gotten him there when he needed to be there. Tonight would be no different.

Peter used the drive to call ahead to the airport to find out what concourse Catherine's flight was departing from. He then found a cheap flight departing from that same concourse and purchased a ticket. That would get him through security—the rest was up to him.

* * *

Time was getting short. Catherine knew she had no choice now but to board the plane. She rose dejectedly and headed toward the jet way. Before handing the flight attendant her ticket, she glanced back down the concourse in hopes of seeing Jack making a mad dash to be with her. But sadly, at this late hour, there was hardly anyone walking in this direction let alone running.

She hesitated a second before releasing her boarding pass, a fleeting thought of waiting either until the last possible moment or even the next flight. But there was no guarantee that Jack was even coming. Another glimpse back before the long walk down the jet way and still no one. Oh, well, she was originally going alone anyway . . .

* * *

Even with the airport in sight now, it was a long shot that Jack would make the flight. By the time he parked his car, walked to the terminal, checked his luggage, went through security, it was highly unlikely the plane would still be there. Was it even worth trying at this point? What the hell was he doing anyway? Running off on a whim to Paris with a woman be barely knew . . . what was he thinking?

Then something caught his eye as he approached the terminal that gave him an ounce of hope. A sign. Valet Parking. That could easily cut ten or fifteen minutes off of his time. Yes! When he got to Paris he could mail the ticket to Wes to retrieve the car and get it to Sally.

Before he knew it, he was stuffing the parking ticket in his pocket and was inside the terminal. A check of his watch gave him renewed hope that he was going to make it. That is, until he pulled out his boarding pass to get the flight number, checked the departure screens and discovered that his flight had been rescheduled to depart fifteen minutes earlier than originally scheduled. Hell, it would take him those fifteen minutes just to check his luggage. He was further dismayed by the sight of the line to check baggage.

Jack halted, overwhelmed by the turn of events. He knew he was only wasting time, but he really didn't know what to do. Someone hurried past him, a bit too close, and rolled their suitcase over his foot. It wasn't that big a case—about the size of his own—and it really didn't hurt, but he continued to stare at the person heading quickly toward security check in.

Then it dawned on him. Carry-on. Without another thought, he hustled toward security. 

The line there was long, but not insurmountable. Perhaps there were enough sympathetic travelers who would . . .

"Excuse me," Jack said, tapping the last man in line on the shoulder, "I only have a few minutes to catch my flight. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Moving ahead, Jack repeated the maneuver and the woman graciously stepped aside. He was on a roll now. Each person provided him encouragement that he was going to make it. "Excuse me, friend," Jack said confidently, again tapping the next man on the shoulder, I only have a few minutes to catch my flight." Jack started to go around under the assumption the man would let him through. But the man turned around slowly, blocking Jack's path, and the accountant found himself staring into the fiery eyes of his boss—former boss—Peter.

Although it was too much of a coincidence that Peter was in this line to catch a flight himself that just happened to be on the same concourse as his wife's flight, that was the position Jack took when he said, "Please, I'm really going to miss my flight if I don't get through here quickly."

"So, you can run off with my wife?" Peter shot back coldly.

Jack decided to play dumb. "What are you talking about? Please, I've got a flight to catch."

"Don't try to play that game with me," Peter growled angrily. "I didn't get where I am by being a fool."

"She doesn't want you any more, Peter. Let her go."

"Well, if I can't have her, neither will you. I'll hold up this line as long as I can."

"Hey, man, move up!" shouted a man further back in line.

Glancing forward, Peter inched ahead slowly. "You've already missed the flight. It was rescheduled for fifteen minutes earlier."

"I can still make it," Jack countered.

"Not if I can prevent it."

About this time, an overweight policeman appeared. "Keep the line moving, sir," he advised Peter.

"But this man is running off with my wife!" Peter nearly shouted.

"Not my problem," the cop said. "Do you even have a ticket to go through security?"

Peter pulled a boarding pass out of his coat and handed it to the officer.

Jack shook his head in pity. He had never realized what a sore loser Peter was: to buy a ticket to get through security just to attempt to stop his wife from leaving him. As the exchange between Peter and the cop continued, Jack glanced down at his watch, saw the seconds ticking away. He also caught sight of something else. The obese policeman's gun belt was sitting above his left rear pant pocket, held up by a leather wallet or notepad protruding way out of that pocket.

". . . now either go through security or get out of line," Jack heard the cop order Peter.

"We'll finish this on the other side," Peter said to Jack.

Even though he heard the statement, Jack's attention was still focused on the man's wallet, or whatever it was, because the top of it was pushing a bullet out of its loop on the officer's gun belt. Just as the cop started to move aside, he accidentally backed into Jack, who, without really thinking about what he was doing, snatched the bullet with his left hand and side-stepped the policeman. This calculated maneuver brought him closer to Peter where he was able to drop the bullet into his former boss's right side coat pocket.

Peter then emptied his pants pockets into a tray, removed and placed his shoes in the same tray, and a second later, the metal detector was going off.

The fat cop hadn't gotten very far, but he returned quickly when he saw who had set off the alarm. "Use the wand," he instructed the TSA agent.

While that was going on, Jack had cleared all of his pockets, placed everything on the conveyor belt and was signaled through the metal detector. He was cleared and as he replaced his items, he glanced back at Peter, who was glaring at him. As Jack walked off, he heard the cop ask Peter what an item was, to which Peter innocently said it looked like a bullet. The last words Jack heard were the officer advising Peter of his Miranda rights.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle at his own deviousness, but the elation did not last long, because he just as quickly realized that because of all those shenanigans his time had run out.

* * *

Those thoughts were mirrored by Catherine, who could tell by her front row, first class seat, that the activity in the front of the plane was the final preparation for the jet to pull back from the jet way. From her window seat, she could actually see the jet way being moved back followed by the sound of the hatch being closed and secured.

Although she had been preparing herself while the other passengers were boarding by telling herself her original plan was to go alone, and that it was too impulsive for a man like Jack to just drop everything and run away with her, and other similar things, she still believed that Jack—unlike all the other men she had known—would not let her down.

But he had. And now, all she could do was hang her head and weep, tuning out the flight attendant's spiel about the plane pulling back as soon as everyone was seated. She even ignored someone asking her about the seat next to her.

"Is this seat still for me?"

What an odd question, Catherine thought— 

She whipped her head around rapidly, her entire demeanor changing in an instant at the sight of Jack's grinning face. She reached up and pulled him down into his seat, throwing her arms around him and nearly suffocating him in a tight hug. A moment later, she lifted the seat's center arm so could slide as close to him as possible. He reached around her and pulled her even closer, if that was possible.

As the plane raced down the runway and leaped into the air, suddenly everything was right with the world and this would forevermore be a night to remember.



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



A Night to Remember II : A Dawn to Decide. 

She awoke to more rain and another heartbeat next to her. The room was silent aside from the patter of the storm outside, and she smelled bitter menthol in the air. She pulled the cool, white sheet over her exposed breasts, and slid carefully to the headboard. He was awake. His back was to her, and his elbows were on his knees, and he was seemingly lost in thought. His right hand was pressed against his forehead, and cigarette burned to the filter between his fingers.

She felt lonely again, but knew better than to approach him without permission. He was shirtless, showing a thin back rippling with hard-edged muscles. He wasn't a big guy, and what he lacked in bulk, he made up with tremendous tone. She outstretched her hand toward him, her fingertips hovering above a rich, black tattoo. It ascended the length of his spine, which bulged slightly against his thin frame, and bloomed outward along his biceps and over his shoulders. From her side of the bed, the overall image was obvious. It was a grim, black tree etched into his flesh, with gnarling branches stretching up his arms and neck.

"Can I get dressed?" She whispered, squirming toward him. He put the cigarette to his lips and took a final drag.

"Yeah."

She moved to the bathroom and found her bag, grabbing every needed article of clothing. She'd showered while he slept, but couldn't bring herself to dress before climbing into bed. He'd fallen asleep in a good mood, and she didn't want to risk souring it. She pulled on a jean skirt and a button up floral blouse, tucking it in. She skipped the panties. Maybe it would keep him in a better mood.

She emerged, and he was smoking again. She moved to the chair in the corner, still feeling the pinch of the rope around her ankles and wrists as she sat down. She sat conservatively, knees together and hands clasped, but she felt the material of her skirt rubbing her bare skin, and felt the tug of the new rings in her nipples against her bra. This alone caused a pang of excitement to smolder within her. 

His eyes were aimed to the floor, normally green but strangely gray and distant at the moment. The cigarette blazed against his lips, worming a pinkie of ash down the paper after only a few seconds.

She didn't speak, and wouldn't, until he allowed her. It was a tricky game they played, but she was always one to play it her hardest. Seeing him now, she wondered what was on his mind. She wanted to kneel in front of him, rest her head on his lap and hear his soul slip through his lips. It would never happen. She would never see him weak, she thought, and that saddened her.

He spoke after snubbing out the cigarette.

"If you leave now, your parents will be none the wiser. Pay everything in cash, and then enjoy the rest of your trip."

"I know." She said, narrowing her eyes. "I've been planning this for months...we both have. You also know that I don't have to leave anytime soon. I have a cell-phone, they know how to reach me, and I'm a good liar. There's no reason they should think I'm anywhere but New York.

"I have shit to do." He said, standing. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and tugged it over his shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned over his bare, hardened chest. Her words were choked in her throat with betrayal.

"I...I understand, I'm not trying to be clingy, but we may never see each other after this."

"That's no joke." He muttered. 

She watched him, the color slipping from her face and her hands trembling with anger. "This isn't how it works..." She said, nearly clenching her teeth. "What we had last night, that was sex. This, this is about respect."

"I am respecting you." He said, pulling on his jeans. "I'm telling you to get the fuck out of my life while you still can."

"I'm not here to play games anymore." She snapped. "There's a difference between being mysterious and being an asshole."

He tied his boots in silence, and walked to her. He stood in front of her for a moment, and she seethed with rage. She expected him to hit her, to scream, to be everything she wanted, and hated, at the same time.

He dropped to his knees and put his head in her lap. Her skirt lifted as his cheek fell onto her thighs, exposing herself. He didn't look, and instead put his lips to her skin.

"I want you to come with me." He said, his eyes clenched shut. "There's nothing more in the world I'd like than to have you near me all the time. But there's no coming back from where I'm going." She cautiously ran her hand through his hair, and he allowed it.

"What do you mean?"

"I never understood any of this stuff, these fantasies of yours, until I met you. If I know anything at all, you have to be eased gradually into pain, or it will forever chase you away."

"Then what was last night?" She said, feeling the emotions churning within her core. Shame, anger, ecstasy. It all sent her insides leaping. 

"Me trying to chase you away."

He lifted his head from her lap and took her hands into his own.

"If you want to come with me, you have to do everything I say. Think of your fantasies, your elaborate stories and scenarios. Think of how much you've obsessed over them, how you plotted every detail."

"Ok..." She said hesitantly. That was a piece of her life she hadn't specifically shared.

"I've done the same thing." He said. "If you come with me, no matter what I tell you to do, you have to obey."

Her defiant demeanor slipped away in that moment and she descended back into a primal, obedient form.

"Ok..." She repeated. 

He brought his hand across her cheek, jarring her vision and sparking pain through her flesh. She looked for anger in his eyes, the same rage that made her squirm, but found nothing but found nothing but quivering orbs floating on a bed of welling tears. "I mean it." He said, barely sputtering the words.

"So do I." She said, lifting his hands hand kissing them.

He raised his eyes, which had finally regained their emerald luminescence.

"We'll see."

He moved back to the bed, buttoning his shirt before sitting down. He leaned backward, resting on his palms. 

"Show me why I should let you stay."

She eyed him warily from across the room, thinking of the night before. What hadn't they already done?

She approached him and sank to her knees. This was the game he liked to play. When he wanted something, he'd hint at it, make her guess, plead, as though it was the secret to life. She'd always done the same. For as long as she'd talked to him online, she dropped hints about wanting a man, needing a master, and he caught on just as easily. Falling to his knees earlier, despite the sweetness and sincerity in his voice, showed his hand, and she knew what he wanted.

She ran her hands up his thighs, moving toward his zipper, but he seized her wrist and shoved it away.

"Did I say you could touch me?"

She showed a weak smile, her eyes shifting, searching his face for the answer. 

"I said show me why I should let you stay." He repeated.

She backed away, showing a smirk, and begun to unbutton her blouse. Normally her cheeks would fill with blood and her posture would become defensive. Now, though, she only felt anxiety, not embarrassment, knowing that he could turn her away at any time if he wanted.

He swayed in her vision as she moved. Her blouse clung to her tender nipples, barely keeping from opening completely as she looped her thumbs in her skirt, and shoved it slowly downward, revealing the sensual lines of her pelvic bone.

"Who are you?" He asked, watching carefully. She almost stopped her dance, but continued, seeing his stern mouth contorting slightly to a frown. She said nothing. This was one rule he knew not to break.

"I'm yours." She said simply, pushing the skirt down further. Her wide stance alone was all that kept it from falling to the floor.

"We both know that." He snapped. "But to the rest of the world, who are you, right now?" She hesitated, biting her lip as she moved. She knew how he worked. He didn't need her to answer. "You're meat." He said. "No matter how much you get paid, no matter how good your fucking grades are, you're an object to the eyes around you. So why ever let them know who you are?"

She turned to hide her confusion, putting her back to him, and lowering her blouse to show her shoulders, and hide her ass as her skirt finally hit the floor.

"Secrets are all that we are." He said. "People throw their bodies into films, or onto magazines, so the whole world can know why they should bother breathing. Fame, notoriety, infamy, these are the Gods we worship. But these people who spill their souls to the world, they are the weakest of us all. The chest that's open for the world to see leaves the heart bare for prodding. But that's not you, is it? That's not us."

She'd traveled across the world to see him, to find a person who would make her nightmares come true, and wouldn't judge her for it. She took a plane from Athens to LaGuardia in New York, then a bus to Louisville, Kentucky, and finally a cab the Southern Comfort hotel. She'd worked for a year and dumped almost all of her money into the journey, all for someone who could understand her. She wasn't sure what he had to gain from meeting her, but listening to him now, she liked to think he wanted to be understood, too.

She didn't hear him stand, and his sudden hands around her waist startled her. He pulled her to the bed, causing her blouse to open and exposing her breasts. She expected his rough gestures, fingers prodding and at least an open palm, but it never came. His hands moved below his waist, and in an instant he was inside her.

She felt the familiar thrill overtake her. The fear, the anticipation of pain, but neither actually came. He pressed himself inside her fully, and lowered himself to her lips. No, she thought, this wasn't for her. It was his turn, and as always, she would obey.

"Who are you?" He said, his words entwined with a breathless moan.

"I'm yours." She said, her breath shuttering beneath the weight of a thrust.

"As am I."

Their sex wasn't so much an event as sudden loss of time. He thrust slowly, moving his hips rhythmically while they kissed, and in such a passionate embrace that the sands fell at an extraordinary slow rate. While there, the dark lust within her was absent, but she felt the flush of ecstasy all the same. It didn't matter how hard he hit her, or whether she was bound or gagged. She was obeying, and for once, entirely willingly. He finished, and seemed to raise his barriers again. He found a cigarette and lit it ablaze. After buttoning his pants, he found her old clothes, the white blouse and a pair of jeans from her bag. 

"You don't look like you belong anywhere near this shithole." He said, pitching the clothes to her. 

"Put those back on."

She took them, blushing slightly. "You know I actually wear these sometimes."

"It's not the look that matters." He said. "You need to look like you've been on a bender, like you're the kind of girl who's fuck for cash."

"Wearing a white blouse and jeans does that?"

"Smelling like sex and cigarettes does it." He said, exhaling smoke from his nostrils, spilling the silver fog over her breasts. "Get dressed and go talk to the clerk. You need somewhere to stay tonight. You're tired and hungry."

"What do you mean..."

He took her face in her hands. "This will be the last time I answer any of your questions. I need time to root around in the room behind the desk. You're going to keep him busy."

"What are you going to do?" 

He raised an eyebrow, and she knew it was one question too many. 

"Just do everything I say from now on or you'll never see me again."

She dressed, feeling her heart slam against her ribs. This was different. She'd been used every which way the night before. They'd had the kind of sex that would make a gynecologist blush, but the thought of "distracting" another man was too much embarrassment to bear. It nearly took divine intervention to get her to pull her clothes off the night before.

He stood at the door while she finished dressing, leaning against the frame and staring out toward the dusty parking lot outside. He flicked his cigarette toward the pool, sailing it into the scummy and neglected water. 

"One last thing." He said. "Don't let him touch you."

He left, and she felt mixed emotions about his final words. It was clearly a command, but wasn't he aware what he was getting her into? She'd seen the owner the night before. He was an old man practically, nearly sixty, but it didn't keep him from sliding his gaze up and down her body before finally retrieving her key. She thought about the dance he made her perform, and how it was clear now what he wanted her to do, but she had the sick fear that the owner of the hotel wasn't clear on the definition of consent. 

She moved down the faded white platform and stairs to the ground level, looking cautiously for him, but he'd entirely slipped away. She still felt moisture between her legs, and the tight cotton blouse tugged relentlessly against her ringed nipples, sending shocks of pain to mingle with her anxiety. She moved through the battered front entrance, noting that the parking lot behind her was empty. As she entered, she saw again paper advertisements for a "quilt show" in the next town over, and apparently it was quite the affair. In the off season, she imagined that the only the fleas rented the rooms. 

The man was at the desk, a small television droning in front of him. The aroma of coffee hung in the small lobby, and after approaching him, she had to lean across the counter to really sitting in a rusted folding chair. His hair was white and askew and he was wearing a pair of coveralls that were open at the front, exposing a wiry chest buried beneath grey fur. He looked more like a mechanic than a hotel owner, and she wondered what she looked like, to him.

He flicked his eyes to her, clasping a stained cup between his wrinkled hands.

"Mornin'."

"Good morning." She said. Her accent was obviously foreign after following his southern drawl. 

"Checkin' out?"

"Uhh, no, not exactly. I...I need the room again for another night." She said, adjusting herself. Her breasts were relatively petite, but they rested comfortably on the counter.

"Thurty-five for another one."

She bit her lip. Maybe it was too early for him, but he was apparently much more disinterested in her compared to the previous night. 

"I...I don't have any money." He looked up, and then back to the TV before growling.

"This ain't a boarding home miss, I can't help you."

"You, you seem distracted a bit." She said, nearly whimpering. "We can talk about this somewhere quiet." His eyes lingered on the television, and she circled the counted toward the entrance. She tugged down her blouse, as though adjusting it, but instead revealed more cleavage. "Or we don't have to talk at all."

His gaze washed over her, and she felt her knees quake for a moment. Her arm was braced against the door-frame and her forehead rested in the crook of her elbow. If she'd been standing upright, he'd have seen her trembling.

"Where's Casey?"

She narrowed her eyes, her heart jittering. She didn't have much of a plan to start with, but his question had tossed her mind asunder. 

"He...he left this morning I think. He was supposed to pay for another night."

His name, she thought. The owner knew him better than she did.

The man shook his head. "And he didn't even bother to say goodbye to this old man." He said. "Come on, I won't toss you out."

She followed him to a room behind the desk and saw that the place had been retrofitted into a proper home. It still possessed the same matted carpet and drab floral wallpaper as the other rooms, but this one had been outfitted with a variety of "homely" appliances and furniture. He took a seat on the couch and unzipped his coveralls, revealing more bare chest and the elastic band of a pair of dingy underwear. She could smell the sweat wafting from him as he gave a shaking gesture toward his lap. 

There was no music. All she could hear was the morning news still droning in the background. She began to sway to the sound of her own hammering heart and a traffic report. Closing her eyes to rid herself the sight of the old man's hungry glare. 

"What are you doin'?"

"Just warming up." She muttered, tugging her shirt over her head. Her motions were sporadic, forced. She knew exactly what he wanted, but unlike with her master, she had no interest in teasing. Her nipples were still tender and her breasts were swollen. Wearing a bra would have prolonged the dance, but she doubted if she could get any of her already snug harnesses to fit, anyway. She spent the next minute swaying, her heart in her throat, and finally resorted to unzipping her pants after sensing his impatience. It wasn't enough for him. He stood, his coveralls barely clinging to his narrow shoulders, and he hobbled to her.

"Enough of all that."

Before she could fight, could think, his thin hands were on the small of her back and on her shoulders, tugging her toward him. His face lowered to her chest, and he took one of nipples into his mouth. He seemed perpetually tired before, but he no doubt was stronger than her despite his age. She felt his hot breath and spit spill onto her breast, and she felt tense revolted. It wasn't his force, his age or his dark intentions that set her off. Casey had ordered her not to be touched.

She shoved him, bracing her hands against his shoulders and sent him stumbling backwards onto the couch. He looked up with rage and betrayal, and she returned his stare with shock at her own strength. She quenched the fire that smoldered inside her, only smiling. 

"I'm just warming you up too, honey." She said.

When he landed, his coveralls had risen, hiding his hard prick beneath the fabric. He seemed content despite her violence, showing a smile on spittle ridden lips. 

She dropped her pants, leaving her in her panties, and continued to dance, cursing her master. How long did she have to do this? A thousand possibilities ran through her mind but one was obvious. Casey was robbing the owner. Why else would he need time alone in the depths of the man's home?

Just as the realization had ran across her mind, she saw him emerge from the bedroom at the other end of the home. He looked to be carrying a black-rod with wooden trim, which he kept concealed at his side. She kept her eyes on the old man, not daring to reveal her master's presence. He crept behind the couch and spoke. His words weren't fierce or quiet. They were merely firm, a command.

"Close your eyes."

It took her no time at all to obey, but Casey still moved too fast for her to avoid seeing all of what came next. He pressed the iron rod to the man's chest, moving in front of him, and it was in the split-second before she brought her hands over her eyes in horror when she realized that it was a shotgun, and the barrel was pressed beneath the old man's chin.

The shot was like a thunderstorm had fallen upon the room in an instant. The flash slipped through her fingers and the sound was the thunder that followed, like lightening had fallen to the earth and stolen a life in front of her. She felt warm flecks of liquid splatter onto her hands and arms, and then felt a firm grasp around her forearm, pulling her out of the room.

She opened her eyes to see her master, the man of her life, the murderer. 

He was shirtless and his hair was slicked back with water, or some kind of product, but was flecked with blood. His chest and face got the worse of it, showing a streak of crimson across his hardened chest. His grip was smooth, and she saw that his hands were clad with leather gloves. The dark elm on his back gnarled its branches up his neck.




A Night to Remember Ch. 02



Sarah was on the verge of orgasming for the 9th time that night. She hadn't had that many orgasms in single night since her college days. 

She looked up at him as he looked down into her eyes as he continued to work his hips into fucking her with long deep strokes. He was close to orgasming, and this was his 4th that night. 

Less than a few hours ago, both of them were complete strangers in a bar. But now, here he was with his fingers intertwined with hers as he held them above her head. Sweating against each other's bodies, as they were both on the verge of sharing yet another orgasm. 

He clenched his eyes tight as he tightened his grip on her hand and came gushing into her, as her thighs tightened and shivered in an orgasm of her own. He collapsed on top of her as both their hearts paced within their chests as they held each other in their arms like a newly married couple on their honeymoon. 

Andy rolled onto his back as he raised his head up to check the time on the clock on his nightstand. It was just over 2 in the morning. Both of them were completely drained and hungry over their heads.

Sarah laid on the bed panting, as she looked up at the ceiling with a smile on her face. A moment later Andy pulled himself up into his ass and told her that he's gonna get something to eat. When Andy pulled himself up to sit, Sarah immediately jumped up off her back and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. She laid her head on his shoulder and planted a peck in his neck. Just as she did kissed him, she noticed the ring on her finger. She immediately gasped and pulled herself off the bed and excused herself to the bathroom. 

She held herself up in front of the mirror and splashed some water on her face. She was in an open marriage, this shouldn't bother her, but why does she feel the guilt.? She knew she couldn't let a mere one night stand fuck with her head. But this didn't just feel like a mere one night stand. It almost felt like she was falling in love with this guy. She looked at herself in the mirror staring at herself into the mirror. Is thus what it feels like to be cheating. Her throat was beginning to grow dry. She began sweating to the very thought of situation. She couldn't let herself go down to that place which was why she agreed to hold an open marriage with her husband in the first place. She looked down at her hand and pulled off her ring and kissed it over by the side of the sink and splashed some more water on her face as grabbed the towel as walked out. With the ring off, she chose to not deal with this at the moment. And so she shook herself off the guilt and walked out. 

She walked over by the bed and saw the T-shirt he had worn that night to the bar, on the floor by the bed. She grabbed it and pulled it over her head as she made her way out to the living room looking for him. 

Andy was in the kitchen and she saw him fixing something and took a stroll into the living room. She found her panties on the floor by the couch. She grabbed them and slipped into them. She looked around the living rooms and stumbled over her clutch she dropped the previous night. She picked it up and pulled out her phone. She had, had about 11 messages from her husband. She held the phone up to her ears as she listened to them one by one and walked about the living room and over to the kitchen.

She saw a two delicious plates of chicken on the table. As she neared the table with her phone over her ear, Andy wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest and whispered into her ears as his hands trailed up to her breast, "This T-shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.." and kissed her shoulder before pulling away. He placed himself behind one of the chairs and offered the lady a seat before he sat down himself. 

Sarah was done with all her messages by then and she placed the phone down on the table and picked up the fork and the knife. She glanced at him and began as her hand worked on the plate.

"Ummm So, will I ever get to know anything more about you, than just your name..?"

He took a glance at her in between the bites and began,

"Do you WANT to complicate, whatever this is we have right here...?" 

"Well, considering what we've been doing the last few hours, I just thought we owe ourselves a proper introduction." She slashed at him in the mental turmoil of her guilt. She had completely ignored the time in which she spoke to him.

He smiled and took a sip of the water before her began,

"Well, I'm the head chef at the 'Sultan's kitchen'." He hesitantly continued. "I am happily married to my wife Cindy. She works as a personal associate to one high levellers at Ben's Corp. Her job demands her to travel a lot and so we've had an arrangement. Hence tonight... " he pointed the fork at Sarah and resumed eating.

The moment he said that he was married and that his wife worked at Ben's, she almost choked. But as he spoke she realised that he was in a similar situation like she was with her husband. A smile crept up to her face. And she was beginning to relax.

"Ummm well, I hold a desk job at a law firm and I'm married as well. And my husband also works at Ben's. He's the head of marketing. I'm guessing our better halves probably know each other." She giggled.

Andy was startled at her mention of husband being at Ben's. But relaxed as she continued. Andy wasn't showing it much but tonight was something of a special night for him as well. 

Andy has had his share of one night stands with both men and women but never really felt like he's cheated in his wife, until tonight. Little did they know that both of them were contemplating the same thought in their head as they talked. 

They talked for a while until they were done with the food. Sarah offered to clear the table and they continued to talk about each other's lives and spouses. They continued to learn more and more about each other. They constantly felt the desperate need to tell each other everything.

Once they were done at the sink Andy leaned over Sarah's back as she whiped the last of the dish with a dry towel. He closed his chest against her back and wrapped finger around her wrist as he slid it over to the towel and the plate and placed on the counter.

He leaned in and kissed her neck as he trailed his hands from hers to her waist. He raised one of his hands over to her breast and trailed the other down to the hem of his T-shirt on her, reaching for her pussy. 

Sarah grabbed hold of both his hands and gripped it. The moment he stopped and loosened the grip around her breasts, she clenched both his hands and turned around to face him. She placed both his hand in the either sides of her waist and raised herself up to her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Andy grinned to her advance and tightened the grip around her waist and picked her up off her feet. Sarah immediately wrapped both her legs around his waist as she giggled and kissed him as he made his way to the bedroom. 

Andy stood at the foot of the bed and placed Sarah in the bed on her knees. He bunched up the hem of the T-shirt that she was in and pulled it right off her head. He leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips as his hands trailed to her nipples. He pulled on them as she moaned deeply into his mouth.

Andy flicked the nipples and pushed her backed in the bed to her wailing in shock. She bounced in the bed and looked up at him with a grin on her face and a smile at the corner of her lips. 

Andy pulled off his jeans and placed his knees over the bed. He placed his hand in her tiny tender feet and slid his hands up as he inched closer and closer. He parted her legs aside with gentle force and tapped on her pussy over her panties. 

He grabbed hold of the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Andy laid himself on his front in between her legs and wrapped his arm around both her thighs and pulled her closer to him.

And leaned forward and gently touched her pussy lips with his tongue. His touch sent her over the edge. He opened his mouth wide and gave her wet pussy a good luck before her wrapped his around hers and began eating her out. 

Sarah was thrashing about in pleasure. She had her finger through Andy's hair as he continued to torment her with his tongue. Sarah was in sheer pleasure. She had never had a guy eat her out the way he did. The last pair of lips that were wrapped around her pussy was a woman from work, but even that didn't compare to what she was experiencing now.

Andy let go of his grip around one of her thighs and reached out for her breast. He leaned forward and squeezed it and trailed his fingers to her nipples. He continued to oil on her nipple as he continued to eat her out. He repeated the same on her other nipple. The moment he grabbed her second nipple, he felt her fingers tighten on his hair and her thighs squeezing his head as they began shaking. With seconds he tasted a gush of her juice deep right out through the walls of her pussy. 

When her grip around his head loosened, he pulled his head away only to look at her pussy and lean back into give it another clean lick. He pulled himself away completely and placed his hands over her thighs and kissed his way back up. He kissed and licked his way through her sweaty belly and breasts until his lips met with hers.

She kissed him deeply as her hands roamed all over his back furiously, unable to figure out how to thank him one of the most intense orgasm she had experienced yet.

When Sarah's hands came to a pause around his neck. Andy grabbed them and had his fingers intertwined with hers and held both the hands over her head. He leaned closer to her as he positioned his cock at her pussy with the tip of her nipples grazing gently against his flesh. He planted a kiss on her lips and thrust himself into her completely with a single force. He thrust so hard that she parted her lips wide and yelled out, "Ohhhohhhohhh FUCK YESSSSS..."

Andy pulled away and buried his face beside her neck as he began groaning hard as he continued to fuck her.

The room was filled with Sarah wailing in pleasure going, "ohhhh god... That's it... Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes... YESSSSS..."

Sarah had her fingers gripped tightly by him as continued to increase his pace and fuck her harder with each thrust. 

Sarah had completely ignored the surroundings and continued to wail, uhh...ugh... Uhh...uhh... YESSSSS... Yes... Yes... Yes... 

Andy was close. With each and every single one of his thrusts, Sarah had a massive one built up. 

They were in their final moments, Andy let go of her hand and gave his last couple of thrusts. Sarah screamed out, "Yes... Yesssssssss" as she wrapped both her legs around his butt. She came all over his cock whilst he came gushing into her pussy with his cock up to the hilt.

They both laid there with his cock still in her pussy as it continued to throb into becoming limp. They laid panting against each other's bodies covered in each other's sweats.

Andy pulled himself up off her and laid on his back beside her as their panting subsided. Andy turned his head aside to look at her only to see her looking back at him. 

Moments later Sarah pulled herself up and headed to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror with a smile reflecting everything that went down that night. She looked at her ring from beside the sink and pulled it onto her finger with a smile. 

She knew she wasn't gonna let her husband know about Andy. Coz Andy meant more to her than just another one night stand. She was actually growing fond of him maybe even falling for him. She turned her gaze from the ring to back to her reflection. She smiled and turned to open the door. 

She reached the bed and grabbed the sheets and pulled it open. She spread it over Andy and climbed under it. She squeezed herself against him, placing her head over his shoulder as she placed her ringed palm over his chest. Andy held her palm in his which held his, with his wedding ring around the ring finger. Sarah looked at it and gazed up at him and leaned over kissed him passionately on the lips and fell back on his shoulder as they fell asleep into the night in each other's arms.



A Night to Remember Ch. 02



Happy Birthday to me...Friday April 24th was my four year anniversary of joining Literotica.com, so as a special treat, four new stories in one go!

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Author's note: If you haven't read part one -- A Night To Remember -- that might help provide a little context :P this is a transsexual story about love, confusion and exploring a new world of sex. Enjoy!

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Sometimes, a distant part of me wondered how I could have ended up in a place like this, doing something so dirty, but I guess people do crazy things sometimes.

I'm Alex. I'm you're average 22 year old guy. I work hard at a dead-end job, I go out with friends, I watch bad TV shows.

A few weeks back I was at a Christmas party for my Dad's work, boring stuff as usual. When I finally managed to escape the place I found myself in the company of a beautiful, mysterious woman who asked for a smoke and gave me the quickie of a lifetime, which is surprising in a way, since I found out she actually had a cock.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not against gays or anything like that, in fact I think I'm fairly open minded, and she was a very stunning girl, but it was a little confronting at the time and I didn't really know how to deal with it other than to let her do her thing. She sucked me until I almost came and then rode me until I shot unprotected into her ass, which apparently was enough stimulation for her to cum as well. I felt strange afterwards, a mixture of satisfaction, confusion, shame...and even though I knew what she had between her legs the second she pulled those sexy panties back up and smoothed out her dress she was a sexy, long legged smoking hot girl once again.

I never got her number, or even her last name. all efforts at finding her were futile. I didn't just want to find her, I wanted so much more. I became obsessed with her.

Having no luck actually tracking her down, I fed my obsession with porn. At first I didn't really find what I wanted there either; sure there was a lot available but I had a particular taste, and it wasn't for the biggest fake boobs, or overdone makeup or anything like that, but the girls who literally looked like normal chicks who had grown dicks -- simple, average looking girls.

Luckily there were a few porn stars who provided what I was looking for, some of them had it in bits and pieces, others the whole package (no pun intended), and a lot who's early videos were better than their post-body enhancement later ones, I have to admit. I don't want to name names, but some breasts and lips looked better smaller and more petite.

Eventually I had a steady base of search cues that I could rely on if I needed to get off, which was good since despite my obsession with perfection my tastes seemed to change quite regularly. Sometimes I wanted cumshots, sometimes awesome anal scenes, and sometimes -- not knowing fully why -- I wanted to see a chick with a flat belly and huge boobs thrusting her hips behind somebody else for a change.

After a few months of looking through pictures and profiles, hoping I might track down Frankie, I did make one other useful discovery; I realised just how many other people like her were out there in the world. The problem now was whether I could find a completely new girl who matched what Frankie was able to give me.

And if I did, would I have the courage to tangle with the internet?

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Months of dating websites, hook-up pages and even a call to a nearby brothel that once used to offer shemales (none of them hang around anymore -- no pun intended there either), and I had come up almost completely empty. Oh I had a few hits, some chats with people here and there that led to nothing. Some of them offered pictures, and while I was appreciative they simply didn't have what I wanted. Some pictures were better than others, but of course I couldn't get those people to actually meet me, for one excuse or another.

Finally I had a bit of luck: I got an email from a nineteen year old crossdressing girl named Amy who had a very soft feminine pair of lips, long straight hair and a thin body, based on the few semi-revealing pictures she sent me. We talked for a long time, longer than any other person I had met online so far, and she told me she was getting more into crossdressing and shemale activity, and had the money to buy some sexy girly clothes if I wanted to go shopping with her. I was keen, but way too nervous to go that far so soon, so I told her that after a meet or two I'd see how I felt about that kind of public display.

I didn't hear back at first, but when she did reply I was pleasantly surprised. She told me how she understood my nerves, having only recently become more actively girly, and still mostly doing it in private. The more she talked the more I wondered if I could go through with meeting her face to face. In the end, Amy made the decision for me. She invited me to some swinging bar on the other side of town for a drink, so reasoning to myself that there was no harm in going to a place I'd rarely go to otherwise, I figured why not. Nerves twitching and my heart pumping a little too fast, I made my way out to meet a "girl".

After making my way through the mass of university students who seemed to haunt the bar I got a text from Amy telling me she was already there. I panicked, afraid that I might have walked past her and not even noticed. Eventually I made my way around the bar again and came across some gloryhole booths out the back. At the same time I got a text from Amy, telling me to go into one of them.

I found the number she indicated and went in, putting a few bucks into the machine that turned on the light outside the door and activated the DVD player, a porn scene starting up. I heard a tap on the wall next to me and looked over, seeing a small viewing window and a pair of pretty blue eyes staring at me. She was too short for her whole face to be seen through the glass but I knew it was her, even without seeing the top half of her face in the emails. She quickly disappeared from sight and a pair of red nailed fingers beckoned me through the gloryhole further down the wall. By this point all I had on my mind was Amy's big soft lips, and I was hard enough to slide my cock into the hole without a second thought.

Amy gave me an achingly good blowjob, the best I'd had in a very long time, her tongue and mouth dancing over my cock, her hand stroking me softly before speeding up when she licked me all over, and her lips sliding up and down my shaft, her quiet moans telling me how badly she wanted my cum. I finally sprayed into her mouth, her lips locked over the head of my cock until I was completely spent.

The only problem was that all I really saw of her was that she was wearing a brownish-purple wig, had pretty blue eyes and that her delicate, beckoning fingers which had poked through the gloryhole and tugged on my cock had dark red nail polish on. Beyond that I knew nothing about her, and she sadly left before I was cleaned up properly -- apparently a little too nervous to do much more herself, I later found out.

As wonderful and stress-relieving as it was pressing my cock through a hole in the wall into her mouth -- and she swallowed, by the way -- when I received further emails and pictures from her it was pretty clear that Amy was very much new to the crossdressing gig, with not so much as a single dress or skirt and no breasts to speak of. Yes she did have a cute feminine face, and as a girl she was very pretty, but she was clearly still a boy, and wouldn't be ready for what I wanted for quite some time.

I felt dejected. I couldn't wait for her and I wouldn't be able to give her what she wanted until she was ready. As hard as it was, I politely told Amy that she would have no trouble bagging a big, handsom guy and his long, aching cock that was a lot less obsessive than me, and although she promised to stay in touch, just in case I changed my mind, I can only assume she's doing just that right now. There was no way a slim, super young and super cute girl like her would stay unattached for long.

It seemed more and more like Frankie had left me wanting a lot from the world of transsexuals and crossdressers, and nothing seemed to satisfy me the way she had been able to. During the day I surfed the internet looking for shemales, transsexuals, crossdressers, traps, twinks, bubble butts and pretty much every other descriptive version of Frankie, and at night I dreamt of her riding me on a park bench, her perfect form, her ass, her breasts, her lips, her face, her eyes, and yes, even her cock.

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One particularly bad night I rolled over at 2am having not slept at all. I had waited all day for an email from a promising ad, only to get short one line reply from a girl named Rachel who barely told me anything about herself. I flicked over to my other account and saw no activity there either. Finally, even though I knew it was futile, I opened my second email account and saw no new replies from Amy, and her photos just wouldn't be enough tonight. The frustration was overwhelming, and although I had tried to ignore it after dinner, there was nothing I could do to relax, and I simply could not get to sleep.

Getting up, I padded over to my desk and opened my laptop. I ignored my email accounts -- they had left me feeling rejected, and pining for Amy to be ready sooner wasn't going to help me in the slightest. Not wanting anyone to hear what I was about to listen to, I plugged my headphones in, put them on, and started searching. At least in the porn world, I had finally reached a point where it didn't take too long before I figured out what I needed.

I watched the screen with lust as Bailey Jay sucked a long, hard cock into her mouth. Her babydoll face and big twinkling eyes were what attracted me to her, and I was in the mood for her playful attitude. Ruby red lips slid up and down, swallowing every inch of the cock as her hand moved down to lift her shirt, revealing her enormous tits. I quickly stroked my cock hard as I watched, and with a guilty, taboo satisfaction I watched her lie back, spread her legs and take the entire cock up her ass, her hand working her own smooth shaft gently. The camera looked down at her large, heaving breasts, her beautiful feminine lips, parting as she moaned, and her brown eyes stared back into mine, begging for it as I came hard, desperately wishing I could be the one fucking her in the ass.

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The next day I checked my email and found a reply that, at first glance, seemed average, but turned out to be my next big step into the world of transsexuals. It was from a girl by the name of Sarah, who had been looking for a guy to meet up with for a while now and thought I sounded like what she was after. She was 22, short and slightly curvy, and she called herself a regular crossdresser who had started transitioning to shemale and already wore her makeup and clothes in public. She had plenty of sexual experience and was very much a bottom, but was willing to please a guy any way he wanted, and if that included being the dominant one she had a 6 inch cock under her skirt.

Obviously it wasn't the first reply from a crossdresser I'd seen, and while I didn't immediately discount all crossdressers I had to admit that I was more interested in this one because she seemed to be a few steps closer to shemale than most. I was beginning to think I'd never find the kind of girl I was looking for, willingly acknowledging that Frankie had set the bar extraordinarily high. Nonetheless, I replied quickly that I really wasn't sure what I wanted in a person, was very picky and had struggled to meet the right someone so far, but I'd know it when I see it.

To my surprise, Sarah was all too happy to oblige my frustrations and in her next email she included her photo. It wasn't always that easy and I struggled with providing pictured of myself just as much as the people I talked to, so I already had a feeling this one was different. I didn't entirely know what to expect, but when I opened the attachments I was blown away.



I didn't know what to say. She looked super sexy, and even though I knew I had high expectations I was willing to bet she would meet most of them. I wrote her back and we organised to meet at the end of the week at the park a few minutes drive from my house, late at night when it was nice and dark. She promised to wear something girly that would show off what she had. As much as I wanted to ask what it would be, I decided to wait the two days. She promised to talk lots more about herself in the meantime, but warned me with a wink that she tended to get a little dirty. My cock was already throbbing.

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I pulled up to the park early, wanting to adjust to the scenery before I was joined by my mystery girl. My heart was pounding with both nervous energy and a strange sort of excitement. This wasn't like meeting Amy in the swinger's bar, this was something else, and I on top of everything else I actually felt a bit scared.

I got out of the car and wandered around for a bit, trying to calm my nerves while also seeing that the place was in fact deserted. The playground off in the distance was quiet and dark, and the few lights around the place left many darker areas where two people could get better acquainted with each other. I didn't know if I would want that level of intimacy yet, but then again I did remember to bring condoms and lube, and she told me she always did the same.

I heard a car down in the carpark and moved back there slowly, not wanting to catch her off guard and frighten her off. When I got there she was already out and walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her.

It was dark, but I could see that she had her long light brown hair out and draped it down over her shoulders. She wore a light pink tight fitting top and what I guessed must have been a push-up bra underneath that showed off her small perky breasts exceptionally well. Combined with her smooth legs, a short dark blue checkered schoolgirl skirt and a pair of green trim converse runners she looked so much cuter than her pictures allowed. In those she was sexy, and it was all about her body's attributes. Here, in real life, it was all about her look, her style, and how she wore that feminine vibe like a second skin. She had a small black backpack over one shoulder and when she saw me she stopped a few steps away she stood in a relaxed pose, seeming not in the least bit shy or interested in hiding herself. She wasn't thin, definitely not chubby either, but had just the right shape and curve, and what I liked about it was that she didn't let her bones poke out like some of the "girls" out there. Her eyes were a piercing green and her lips were ruby red, and they had a faintly alluring smile on them as I closed the distance.

"Hey," I said, trying to act casually.

"Hey back," she said with a wink. Her voice was feminine enough, and only knowing what she had between her legs let me see and hear the faintest traces of who she used to be. She gestured to the park.

"Did you want to go for a wander? Maybe find somewhere comfortable?" she asked me. I nodded and she walked off, leading the way with her round bottom swaying slightly in front of me, blue skirt fluttering against her smooth legs. I followed that mesmerising ass deeper into the park before we found a small bench in a patch of soft, green grass. Sarah sat down and beckoned to me, patting the bench next to her, so I sat with her, our knees turned to face each other.

"Am I what you want?" she asked me, a bit hesitantly. With the adorable exception of a few freckles across her nose she didn't seem to have a blemish on her, her skin so smooth and creamy coloured that she could have been painted. Her eyes bored into mine as she waited anxiously to see if all that she was could be good enough for me. I could feel the sexual tension between us already. I wanted her alright, and I could tell she wanted me to be pleased with every part of her.

"You're not what I was expecting," I said, causing a flash of doubt to cross her face. "But I'm definitely very happy to meet you. You're even better looking than your photo's let on." Her expression changed from one of fear to relief and joy as she took my hand and rested it on her knee. I felt her fingers on top of mine and could only think that she was a girl, completely and utterly. Her skin was silky smooth, and very soft. Together we moved my hand up and down her thigh, her breath getting quicker as my fingers brushed further up her inner thighs, just underneath the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.

"And...this doesn't bother you?" she asked me. I shook my head.

"No...well, I don't think so. I mean, I asked you to see me, didn't I?" I said timidly, starting to feel a bit nervous. I think she could see that, because before I could say anything more she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her kiss was different; hot, wet, spicy, and a little bit light, as though she wasn't sure what I would do. We parted just a bit and when I didn't pull away she kissed me again, a little harder this time, and I kissed her back with the same intensity. Just like that I was back in Frankie's arms, but this time it was someone else, someone different in her own unique way, and that made it feel all the more taboo. We kissed for ages, sometimes softly, other times harder, her tongue finding mine as her hands moved up my chest and around my neck, pulling me to her.

She kissed me as though all the frustration and lack of anything or anyone for the past few months had been her entire life, clinging to me and revelling in the contact between partners. Moving slowly, one of Sarah's hands trailed down the side of my body to my crotch, rubbing the bulge that was growing in my pants with every minute I spent with this girl. She pulled back from kissing me and smiled, licking her lips.

"Someone's feeling excited," she murmured. I wondered if underneath that skirt she was also getting an erection, but slender girly fingers pulling my zipper down banished all thoughts from my head. I watched as this sexy, adorable young girl winked at me as she quickly leaned over and gave my hard, throbbing cock a long lick, her eyes locked on mine. It was amazing to see. I felt her tongue sliding up and down my shaft, getting it nice and wet before she slipped it in between her ruby red lips, moaning once over my head and working her mouth down on me.

It was heavenly, and I ran my hands down her back and over her shoulders, stroking the back of her neck gently as Sarah sucked my cock. She was very, very good at it, using one hand to stroke the lower half of my cock while her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on the rest, making small moaning noises and wrapping her tongue around me. She flicked the tip of her tongue over my head and dragged her lips down the side of my shaft to keep it nice and wet, her gentle yet firm grip pumping me all the time.

Her hair smelled like flowers and her skin was amazingly smooth, and as she got more and more into it she took my hand in her free one and led me to her breasts, helping me slip my fingers down her top and into her bra cup. They were small, maybe a B cup if I had to guess, and were a nice round shape, not too firm or too saggy, and I wondered how she got them, a thought I quickly banished as her mouth slid almost all the way down to the base of my cock and she squeezed my hand around her breast, her nipple hard and wanting its own attention.

Loving every minute I spent with this girl, I gently rubbed one nipple and got a long moan of appreciation around my cock as Sarah sucked me off, my fingers roaming all over her chest. I was beginning to feel like I could cum from her blowjob skills alone, but as I started to thrust gently up into her mouth she pulled back, kissing the tip and stroking it fast, her spare hand rummaging in her backpack.




A Night to Remember Ch. 02



"I want your cum, but you can fuck me, if you want to," she whispered, not taking her eyes off of my cock. "I'm tight, and I'm ready for it." I looked over and she held a bottle of lube in her hand. I desperately wanted to fuck her by this point, before I blew my load in her hand, but to my great surprise something else happened instead.

I don't know what convinced me to do it, nor does it matter anymore. I took the bottle and set it down next to the bench, and then I leaned down, lifted Sarah's skirt up and put my head underneath it. She was completely hairless beneath the skirt and her inner thighs were super smooth, just like the rest of her, but I found myself staring at her panties. They were white and lacy, and I could see the definite outline of a thick, hard cock in them. With a gentle hand I reached out and pulled the front of her panties down, releasing her cock and letting it spring out in front of me. It was a little bit smaller than mine, but absolutely rock hard, so I timidly and wrapped my fingers around it, my palm rubbing the underside. Sarah's cock was very warm to touch and I heard her breathe in sharply as I felt her up and down, running my fingers over her.

"Please do it," she begged above me. I knew what she wanted me to do, even without fully knowing what I was doing, or what had come over me. I gave her a few long, soft strokes, getting used to the idea of what I was about to do, then I leaned forward and very slowly took her into my mouth, my lips parting around the head of her cock.

"Ohhhh," she breathed, one hand gripping my shoulder as she leaned back slightly. I had no idea how to suck a cock, but I had dreamed about doing it to Frankie, and I knew what I liked myself, so I thought about Sarah, Amy, Frankie and how they did it to me, and tried to copy their work as best I could. I slid my lips up and down her length and stroked her shaft when my mouth pulled back, licking it and getting it nice and wet. I could feel her breathing above me, her belly rising and falling as she clearly enjoyed what I was doing to her. It was a powerful feeling. With deliberate slowness I tried to ease my lips all the way down her shaft, but struggled to get past half way and had to pull back.

I felt the warm evening breeze on my face as Sarah pulled the front of the skirt up to look down at me, the slender fingers of one hand stroking my hair gently. I tried to take her deep again and got a tiny bit further, and as I pulled back I felt her reach down and cup the back of my head near my neck, her fingers running through my hair as she held me.

Having a girl's hand on the back of my head as I sucked a cock felt strange, foreign, almost unbelievable, yet her touch was warm and caring, like she was making love to my mouth. I looked up at her and the look of intense pleasure on her face made my current situation seem all the more outrageous, and feel twice as kinky. I bobbed my head up and down on her and felt her hand pulling me down with each motion, gently forcing my mouth over her cock.

"Oh baby, this feels amazing," she moaned above me. "Keep doing that, I -- oh god, I can't hold it much longer." I felt her hips move beneath me slightly as she gently angled to thrust up towards me when I slid down her shaft, reaching the limit of my deepthroating abilities each time. Her hand held me a little bit tighter and I started to feel her thrusting up into my mouth much faster, then she stopped me from moving altogether, pulling my head down low and holding me there as she worked her cock in and out of my mouth.

I felt slightly out of control as Sarah lightly fucked my head, but it felt exciting, naughty, kinky...in some ways wrong, but not in a bad way, not by a long shot. I was giving her pleasure, and I wanted to please her badly. Her fingers dug into the back of my head as she gently thrust into me, her cock moving fluidly between my lips as she panted and groaned, making little "uh, uh, uh..." noises.

One of my hands gripped the bench as I felt her suddenly start going much faster, the other hand resting on her hip in case I needed to stop her, but at this point it very much felt like I wouldn't be able to. Sarah was thrusting her cock into my mouth hard now, and her eyes were closed as she leaned back on the bench, her chest rising and falling with the effort.

"Oh shit yeah...fuck I'm gonna cum, you want my cum baby? You want it?" she panted. I looked up at her and she opened her eyes and stared back, her emerald eyes widening as she took in the sight of me sucking her cock.

"Oh -- FUCK!" she cried, throwing her head back again. Before I had the chance to reply properly I felt her dig her nails in and a jet of warm, salty cum shot into my mouth. The suddenness of it caught me completely by surprise, so much so that my mouth was half full before I could react. It wasn't as bad as I feared, in fact knowing the pleasure I was giving her made it exciting, but being new to it all I half-choked and had to pull my mouth away to spit her cum out onto the grass next to the bench as her cock pumped one last spurt out over my hand.

I sat up looking at Sarah's trembling body, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air, her hands gripping the bench to hold herself up, her long smooth feminine legs and, underneath her short skirt, poking out from her lacy silk panties, her long, hard cock, a string of hot white cum leaking out of the tip. Sarah took it in her hand and gently worked it back and forth, letting one last drop of cum work its way out onto her fingers as she stroked herself off.

When she was finished Sarah sat upright and hung both legs straight over the bench to sit next to me, shoulder to shoulder, her hands gripping the edges of the seat as she leaned forward, panting slightly, a blush on her face. She looked over at me and with her cock now hidden beneath her skirt she looked like a normal girl again, a warm and very satisfied smile on her face.

"Thank you," she said happily. "That was great, I've never cum so fast before! Most guys..." She paused for a moment before reaching behind my head again, but this time pulling me forward for a long, hot kiss, her fingers running through my hair as she moaned into my mouth. It wasn't entirely charged with sexual desire, there was something...else there. After a minute she pulled away slightly, just enough for me to see a cheeky, sexy glint in her deep green eyes.

"I think I know what you want now." Without waiting for a reply she stood up and reached under her skirt, pulling her panties down to just above her knees and spreading her legs, keeping her panties from falling down and swaying her hips from side to side as she smiled at me.

"If you want me, you can have me," she purred. "After a first date act like that I can hardly wait." In an instant I was on my feet and kissing her hard, my hands running up her back and down over her ass. My tongue found hers lovingly and my hands grasped her bumcheeks as she reached down between us and rubbed the extremely hard bulge in my pants. She knew exactly what I wanted, gently grinding her groin against me.

With a strange, animalistic feeling I turned her around and she bent over, a quiet gasp of joy escaping her lips. I watched with hunger as she quickly pulled her panties all the way down her silky thighs and kicked them off her shoe as she got down on her hands and knees on the grass. Sarah flipped her skirt up to show herself off, arching her back down slightly to lift it her ass into the air before me. I had to admit she had a very round bubble butt, and as she spread her legs she looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled it around, smiling cheekily.

"Come fuck me big boy," she said giggling. I didn't need much more urging than that. I pulled my pants completely off and moved towards her, kneeling down between her feet and grabbing the bottle of lube again, opening it and rubbing some up and down my shaft. I shuffled closer and pressed my cock against her hole, moving it around and spreading the lube over her hole gently. Sarah leaned down with her chest on the grass, ready for me, and as her hands reached back to spread her cheeks wide I pushed the head of my cock into her.

She was tight, as in ridiculously tight. I heard her gasp and she clenched around me, so I stopped, but then she relaxed and I began easing into her again, a little slower. I could hear her breath shuddering in front of me and I knew she must be feeling stretched, but I kept going. Suddenly she gave a small cry and I stopped again, worried I'd hurt her this time, but instead of pulling me out, Sarah pushed back against me until the last inch of my cock disappeared up her hole, her bumcheeks nestled firmly in my lap.

"Woooow..." she breathed from in front of me. My hands slid down her spine and back to her ass, my fingers trailing gingerly over her smooth body. I couldn't believe how hot and tight she was, and I was so incredibly deep inside her too. A long unsatisfied urge took over. I pulled halfway out and plunged my cock back into her ass, making Sarah cry out with both pleasure and shock. It was music to my ears.

My fingers gripped Sarah's smooth hips above the waistline of her skirt and I started to fuck her, pumping my cock smoothly in and out of her ass. Her breath came in pants and moans as we rocked back and forth, the sound of my thighs hitting her cheeks filling the night. I couldn't get enough of her tight, hot ass and the feeling of ramming my cock into it over and over again.

After her amazing blowjob, and the thrill of fucking her up the ass, I knew I wasn't going to last, but I wanted to make this one count. I started moving faster, really pounding her asshole, the head of my cock pushing deep into her belly as I fucked her from behind. Sarah's moans paused slightly and she reached back with one slender hand, pressing against my thigh.

"Oh god...ahhh wait, baby, slow down a bit...not so hard," she panted. I eased up on slamming my cock into her as deep as I could, but I didn't slow down. I couldn't, not when I was so close to cumming inside her, coating her walls with my seed. I was desperate, and I held her close as I leaned forward, my hands sliding up the sides of her body and underneath her shirt. When I reached her bra I hiked her shirt up, exposing her belly and bra, then lifted the whole bra up higher on her chest and let her breasts hang, rubbing them between my fingers as I fucked her. Sarah bucked and writhed beneath me as I thrust into her, feeling my release coming fast as I held her tits in my hands.

"AHHH fuck me! Yes, cum deep in me baby!" she cried as I pushed my hips against her asscheeks, my cock driving deep into her again. Sarah pushed her bum back against me as I gave her one big thrust as hard and as deep as I could, feeling like I was about to shoot my load straight into her belly. She gave a long, desperate cry and that set me off; I came hard, filling her up as I pumped my load deep inside her, our bodies rocking together, joined in a sweaty, sexy mess. We groaned together and collapsed forward on the grass, Sarah lying flat on her belly with me on top of her as my cock pulsed in her tight, hot little asshole.

We lay like that for a minute or two until I finally felt like I had stopped, my hands caressing her beautiful little breasts as she leaned up on her elbows, her head hanging. Slowly but surely we knelt back up together and Sarah got onto her hands and knees as I leaned back, her hand taking mine and wrapping it around her cock, which was rock hard again. We stroked it together as I gently thrust back and forth inside her asshole, making her moan and hang her head forward.

"God I could go again after that," she panted. "But...I think I'd have trouble sitting if we did!" With a gentle move she released my hand and pulled her bottom forward, my cock easing backwards out of her boy pussy. I pulled out with a sudden slip and a line of cum spilled from her asshole, running down her leg as she shivered before falling flat on the grass again, lying on her cheek and looking over at me sleepily.

"Whew, really you filled me," she laughed. Sarah knelt again and stood up shakily, a little off-balance on her wobbly legs. She fumbled around on the grass and started slipping her undies on but then paused halfway, her face blushing dark red.

"Ummm...I can't hold that..." she said quietly, then took a few hurried steps away and knelt down, her breasts still out and her undies dangling around one ankle. With one hand she held her skirt up while the other pressed gently on her lower abdomen, and I turned away, blushing madly as well, as she took care of the problem. I heard her wander back over and she collapsed on the grass again, her arms shakily holding herself up.

"So, umm, have you done this a lot?" she asked me, kneeling up and pulling her skirt back into place. I felt ashamed of myself, and was torn between admitting that I had been with a girl before -- and also admitting that it had been completely different, much more gentle -- or telling her she was the first sex-specific meeting slash hook-up like this I had been part of, which would at least partly make the reason behind my amateurish behaviour clear to her.

"Not really..." I eventually replied. I felt humiliated as I looked over at her. Sarah's breasts hung beautifully from her bare chest as she worked her bra back down, fitting them back into the cups before pulling her top down over her breasts and belly. She was a very sexy girl -- and I could only think of her as a girl -- and I had just made a fool of myself while having sex with her. She saw me looking and smiled at me.

"Well, we should do it again sometime." I couldn't believe my ears.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, it'd be different, you know, the second time around. Maybe you could come to my house. I've got a big bed...it sure would be more comfortable than out here." Sarah grinned sheepishly at me. "Plus I won't get grass stains on the front of my top...or my knees." I blushed and she giggled again.

"Yeah...sure, we can do that."

"Cool." She stood up and wiped some grass off her bottom, jiggling it and her breasts perkily. "Well, are you going to walk a girl back to her car?" she asked, giggling again. I fixed myself up and we stood for a moment, the slightly awkward feeling of two relative strangers who just had messy sex and weren't sure how to feel yet, but we walked together back to the carpark. Along the way I kept stealing side glances at her, blushing whenever she caught me staring and gave me a dazzling smile. Sarah's long light brown hair draped over one shoulder, exposing her slender neck and her bare chest above the cut of her top. It really did hug her form quite well, and the rest of her look told me the kind of casual girl she usually was. I found myself actually liking it, if I could only come to terms with my inner turmoil about this whole scenario, and what I'd done tonight.

I led her over to her small car and she unlocked the door, dropping her backpack inside and turning towards me.

"Well," she said quietly. "It was...fun, a lot of fun," she said with a nod and a smile. "I hope we can meet up again soon." She paused for a second, then stepped forward and gave me a hug, her breasts pressing against my chest. I hugged her back and when we pulled apart I felt even more awkward. She looked just as awkward, but suddenly stepped forward again and kissed my lips lightly, playfully, and I enjoyed it.

"I look forward to it," I said to her. Sarah gave me a very happy glowing smile and turned back towards her car, then stopped and turned back quickly.

Just so you know I'm not free this weekend. There's a sex expo on that I want to go to. Have you heard of it?" I shook my head and her eyes lit up as she leaned forward on her car door.

"Oh it's this big event, you can usually meet a lot of other LGBT people there, and..." she paused, and this time it was her turn to blush. "Well, there's a lot of porn stars there too." Suddenly I was very interested.

"Oh, really. Shemale ones as well, then?"

"Yeah, loads of them. Why, do you think you might go?"

I did, very much so, which is how I ended up here.

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So, as we leave our hero for now we find him reminiscing about how he ended up at a sex expo with transsexual porn stars. But the question is...which ones?

After talking with a few different people and getting some advice, I have compiled a small list of a few shemale pornstars. They aren't the top ten or the world's hottest or most active, just a couple who grabbed people's attention enough for them to pass their names on to me, and one or two who are less known but who I have seen myself, but they more or less fit the bill for Alex's tastes. Now I need your help: to choose who Alex will go after at Sexpo!

Transsexuals and Crossdresser fans, do your research, pick a favourite two or three, and either leave your vote in the comments below or, if you prefer, send me a private message with your choice or choices. And of course, you can always suggest your own favourite for me to consider! The ones I currently looking at are:

Bailey Jay (naturally)

Mandy Mitchell

Sadie Hawkins (also known as Riley Kilo)

Hazel Tucker (either pre or post-boob job, up to you as well!)

Bianca Freire (same as above)

Holly Parker

Sienna Grace

Sarina Valentina

Brielle Bop (also known as Chloe Callahan)

Kimber James

Vanity

Chloe Remy

These are just some of the many girls out there to choose from, the list is endless! But let me know what you think and once I have a few suggestions I'll consider each option, and one of them will feature in part 3! Thanks for reading!



A Night to Remember Ch. 03



This is Betta weighing in on this sexy new phase in our relationship. I know Chazz has written about Halloween and one other time, so I thought I would give my view.

I had told Kathy, my friend at work, about my experiences with Chazz at Halloween, and she was a little disbelieving. I asked her if she wanted to see Chazz naked and jerking off. 

She laughed, "Hell yeah, but how are you ever going to get him to do that." I told her to be ready and leave it to me. 

Now since my boyfriend and I live together, I knew that men wake up extra horny almost everyday. So I decided to use this in my plan. I would play with him every morning. Most days we would have great sex, and then we would go off to work. 

Cock teasing worked before and I thought it would work again!

I rode with him to work, and he dropped me off in front of my building each morning. But some mornings we wouldn't have sex, but I would just continue to tease him as we got ready to go. Yes, he would fume a bit as he had to go off unfulfilled sexually, but it was all part of my plan. 

I then continued the play in the car, even being so bold one morning to unzip him as he drove and playing with his erection a bit. 

Now that I had him used to being exposed in the car, I went to step two. 

I drove one morning and ordered him to pull his pants and boxers down and let me play while I drove. I would really step things up at the red lights, hoping someone would see him naked. 

Now he was sort of nervous about this, but the lure of my hand or mouth on his cock was enough to overcome his shyness. 

Chazz loved getting blowjobs. That is a fact. One morning when he drove I tugged his trousers down to the floor got to work on his dick. 

"Chazz honey, I really suggest you find a good place to pull over, I would hate for you to have a accident with the car," I cooed. He pulled to the shoulder in a flash. Men are so easily manipulated!

I loved to admire his stiff cock, standing so proud and tall from its nest. The head is this wonderful spongy but stiff texture, darker red than the shaft. I am in luck if there is a drop of pre-cum. 

After I admired and praised his willie, I reached over and rubbed his little pee slit and scooped up the viscous drop of essence there. Looking him in the eye I brought my finger to my mouth and savored it. 

He shivered as I licked my finger. "I hope no sexy policewoman stops to see if we are alright and steps up to our window" I teased as my head slowly descended to his lap. "Imagine the view she will have of your stiff cock. Shall I let her have a turn sucking it?" 

I could feel his cock pulse as I spun this scenario.

I love to do a sudden deep throat on him, going all the way down his shaft and engulfing him to the root. A few quick bobs of the head get my saliva coating all of him. 

Then I can use my hand in concert with my mouth and really get him on fire. If we weren't at the side of the road I might prolong his ecstasy, but we don't want to be too late to work. So I quickly worked him to completion and let his hot cum slide down my throat. All satisfied, no mess or muss.

Of course I needed an orgasm now, but that could wait for the ladies room at work!

A few days later I was now ready for the final steps. I told my girlfriend to be in the front conference room at 8 AM sharp, with any other women who wanted a show. 

The conference room is on the second floor, and overhangs the front entrance. It has big windows and a great view into any cars parked at the curb. We used to spy on various couples as they "kiss and ride" drop off in front. We did see a few passionate kisses and hand caresses there. 

So on the morning of the big show, I made sure I had him really revved up the whole way there, and had him stroke it for me as I drove. 

Now I usually would have either finished him off by now, or he would have stopped, but I told him to close his eyes as I stroked him. I pulled in front of my building and told him to help me make himself cum for me. 

He knew I loved to watch him jerk off, so he was quick to start stroking himself faster. 

I was poised with Kleenex, and gave a small wave to my girlfriend as my boyfriend spurted into the waiting tissue. 

He opened his eyes and blushed a bit, hoping his act wasn't spotted. Even after Halloween he was still shy about this. Of course he didn't know 4 women witnessed the whole thing. 

I laughed and told him how hot that was, and I might have to make it a regular thing. He arranged his clothes and slid over to drive off to his work. 

I rushed upstairs to see how everyone liked the show. They were amazed I could pull it off. I told everyone that the day after tomorrow, they could watch from the curb through our open window if I timed it right. 

They hooted and hollered, but hoped we could do it. 

I made sure I really fucked my boyfriend to death that night, telling him how hot it was to see him do that in the car. He told me it was hot, but he was worried about someone seeing him. I think he doth protest too much! Especially after Halloween.  

I told him not to worry, I had everything under control. And I did! 

So two days later I had him exposed again. This time with his shirt unbuttoned and his boxers to the floor, and stroking when I pulled up. I again ordered him to close his eyes for the finale, and the girls quietly, quickly walked up to the car and looked in point blank range, so to speak. 

I pinched his nipples as he brought himself to orgasm. I didn't use the tissue this time. I wanted the physical proof of his climax. 

He groaned and then his cock spurted all over his sexy chest and stomach. The first spurt almost reached his neck. Too bad it didn't land in his mouth!

His hand, covered in cum, slowly stopped stroking his cock. 

He opened his eyes and we all burst out laughing. He wanted to run, but being near naked and covered in cum, he couldn't. 

I told him I was sorry it happened, but was so proud of his great body. 

I liked all my co-workers to see what my man was about. 

He forgave me that night when we had sex in every position we could think of, and I had him orgasm spurting all over my face. Is that called Bukkake?

He really loved that, and even admitted that it was hot having the other girls seeing him. 

I was really growing to love being in control of his exposure. It really aroused me deeply. I think the world will see a lot more of Chazz in the future!



A Night to Remember Ch. 2



She lay there for a while listening to their combined breathing, feeling the cum oozing from her pulsating pussy. She smiled as she remembered the two men fucking her and the taste of the hot, salty cum in her mouth. Her hand moved lazily from stroking Gary's chest down to her smooth belly until her fingers were stroking her cum smeared pussy lips. Both men watched as she rubbed her still-swollen clitty, spreading the lips so that Bill had a perfect view as she worked two fingers in and out of her hot hole. Her breathing became heavier and she moaned with pleasure as Gary and Bill were getting harder and more excited watching her fuck her pussy with her fingers.

Bill slithered up between her legs, his dick hard against her. He could smell her woman scent, his face inches from her as she probed and rubbed, her fingers glistening with a combination of juices and cum. She paused and offered her wet fingers to him. He took first one and then the other into his mouth, sucking and licking them, tasting her sex and Gary's cum.

Gary was watching his woman with pride and admiration, his dick once again hard as he stroked it, enjoying the scene before him. He knelt besides Fee's head and offered his stiff cock to her soft, wet mouth. As her tongue licked its way down his swollen shaft she could feel Bill's mouth working on her hot cunt, licking the cum smeared lips, flicking her sensitive clitty and making her gasp out loud. His tongue, starting near her ass, licked up the crack of her slippery pussy and plunged into her aching hole. Fee was squirming, clearly loving it. She took one of Gary's balls into her hot mouth and rolled her tongue around it as he grew even harder, wanking his dick with her small expert hands. 

Gary begged her to suck him; he needed desperately to be in her mouth. She smiled and slid the bulging head of his dick between her moist lips, sucking him into her soft wet mouth. Gently grasping her by the hair he began to fuck her sweet mouth, the same sweet mouth that Bill had shot his creamy load into earlier. Gary watched his dick sliding in and out of her eager lips. She looked up at him, gazing hungrily into his eyes as she sucked. Bill was lapping at her soaking cunt and Gary knew she wanted a hard dick ramming right into that hot hole of hers.

He lay back on the bed, propping himself up on a couple of soft pillows as she rolled over, her cunt dripping with juices, cum and saliva. She straddled his body, reached down to grasp his throbbing dick and started to rub it firmly against her clit.

Bill, stroking his own erection, watched enthralled as she lowered herself onto Gary's hard cock, sliding it in right up to his heavy balls while Gary sucked on her hard nipples. He moaned out loud as her tight wet pussy enveloped his solid cock. She began to rock her hips, riding him slowly; Gary, holding her hips, thrust himself deeper into her. He felt her tight cunt muscles squeezing him, milking his hardness as she slid up and down, faster and harder, gasping and moaning as her passion grew.

Bill knelt at the side of them wanking his thick cock with one hand and reaching out to rub Fee's hard nipples with the other. Wow! They looked great!

Gary was fucking her hard making her breasts jiggle about. Bill turned to Gary and offered his dick to Gary's mouth. He had never tasted a dick before but had often thought about it; now was his chance. While Fee was riding his swollen cock Gary found himself stroking Bill's and tasting its hot salty hardness, licking and sucking Bill's dick for all he was worth, sliding it in and out of his willing mouth. This was really something. He could feel Bill's dick filling his mouth, nearly touching the back of his throat.

The sight of her man sucking another man's cock was was so exciting to Fee that she couldn't stop herself from cumming in huge spasms, moaning out loudly as her cunt rhythmically contracted around Gary's hard dick. Juices spurted from her hot pussy as it throbbed and twitched. OMG! This was soooooooooo good.

Bill took his glistening cock from Gary's mouth and moved around to Fee's ass, rubbing and stroking it. He licked his finger and slowly pushed it into her tight asshole which intensified her orgasm so much she thought she was going to faint with sheer pleasure. Bill grabbed her ass and spread the cheeks wide exposing her tight, puckered asshole. Shiny and slippery from the juices seeping from her well-fucked cunt, he guided his dick to her entrance and gently pushed the bulging head into her ass.

Gary could feel Bill's dick rubbing against his own through the thin membrane of skin separating her pussy from her ass.

She was panting now as the head was fully inside her and Bill was slowly pushing more of his hard, thick dick into her. Gary was still fucking her hot cunt as Bill fucked her tight asshole. The sensation was just mind blowing. She felt so full; she was being fucked in both holes and loved it; as Bill drew out of her Gary rammed into her.

OMG! She felt herself cumming again. Gary could feel Bill's dick twitch and swell as Fee's orgasm began to shudder through her and this made his own orgasm begin to erupt. Fee felt them both begin to fuck her faster as her cunt went into great spasms, pulsating and throbbing around Gary's spurting dick. Bill pulled out of her ass and started to shoot streams of hot cum all over her quivering ass cheeks, splashing onto Gary's wet balls and thighs as he let out a loud groan of ecstasy.

Fee's dripping cunt milked Gary's dick as he shot his hot creamy load deep into her and once again they collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed, panting and gasping.



A Night to Remember...NOT!



During my freshman year in college I was unsure of myself in many ways. It was the first time away from home, although that in itself wasn't a big concern. I had been pretty much on my own throughout my high school years. Both of my parents had important careers, and I was the youngest of three. My brother went away to school when I was in 9th grade, and my sister left the next year. 

I had lost my virginity a while before college, one of those choices you later look back on and wish it had been different. Actually, I didn't regret losing it, just the circumstances around the way it happened. What I had fantasized as a wonderful experience turned out to be very unpleasant, and the beginning of a series of heartbreaks. 

The guy I had fallen desperately in love with was incredible in my little fantasy world, but a real asshole when I could finally see the truth. He was two years older than me, and in my view, a real man of the world. I was willing to do anything for him, and could think of no greater gift than my womanhood. For almost two weeks before it happened I had planned and schemed how to make the night special. My parents would be out of town, so there wouldn't be any questions about why I didn't come home that night. 

I had just turned eighteen the week before, and we were going out for a special night. I secretly planned to end up in a motel room; he didn't have a clue. Dinner was a dream. We had both dressed nicely for the occasion. I borrowed my sister's prom dress, and secretly wore under it the most alluring lace teddy I could find. My breasts are naturally small, so I wanted something to emphasize them as much as possible. The small pinkish nipples peeked through the lace as I was getting dressed, and I knew that he would like it. 

All during dinner I teased him, making sure to hold my hand to his thigh under the table, every now and then straying to rub across his throbbing crotch. Although we had planned to go to a movie afterward, that never happened. As soon as we got to the car, he was all hands. A little rougher than I had expected, but understandable after more than an hour of teasing. 

Since it was getting toward dusk, I suggested that we park down along the lake and watch the sunset. He didn't seem too thrilled by that because he had other things in mind. But so did I, and he would see the light soon. By the time we found a quiet place, I had already worked myself over to him and had my hands inside his unzipped pants. Feeling his hot, moist cock throbbing in my hand really turned me on more. I began to stroke up and down as he loosened his belt, and it drove him wild. I kind of knew what to do from secretly watching some of the videos my brother had hidden in his room, and I tried my best to imitate the women I had seen there. It seems that the guys on the videos last forever; but not so in real life. In less than two minutes I was trying to catch a load of sticky cum and not get any on my sister's dress. Stamina was not one of his strong points. Actually, I thought it was a sign that I was very special to him. 

I don't remember the sunset, because we were busy. The lace teddy was actually a hindrance to his wandering hands, a little frustrating at the time. When I finally asked if we could go find a room, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. After almost two months of putting him off, here I was actually asking him to be my man. 

Now, I had romantic dreams about how wonderful this night was going to be. All the women in my brother's videos just loved everything that their men did to them.

Watching them moaning, begging for more, screaming how wonderful it was, and more had fueled my fantasies for this night. I have to admit that more than once I had masturbated in fantasy over the videos, waiting for this night. If my own hands could give me so much pleasure, how much more I expected from him! Without realizing it, I was rubbing my own crotch as we drove to the motel. By the time he came back from signing in, I was hotter than I had ever been.

We walked to the room pressed so close together that it almost hurt. An older couple was walking out of the room next to ours, and I wondered if they thought we were newlyweds. Wouldn't that be great? I mean to actually be Mrs. ... I was sure that this was forever.

As soon as we got inside he began to pull my dress off. I know I had gotten him really turned on again, but I was still fantasizing of a tender loving moment as I yielded myself to him. The dress fell to the floor and I tried to step away so he could see the lace teddy. I was a little hurt when he didn't seem to care about how I looked in it, just wanted to pull it off and get it out of his way. There I stood, naked before him, his hands roughly exploring everything he could reach. I began to unbutton his shirt as he pushed me back onto the bed. He was on top of me, fully dressed and panting like an animal. I have to admit that his forceful passion was turning me on more. He kissed me deeply for several minutes while he continued to touch me everywhere he could. But his weight was having its effect on me and I had to roll him off so I could breathe. 

As I began to unbutton his shirt he moved his mouth to my breasts. No longer able to reach his buttons, I held the back of his head tight against me as he engulfed my entire left breast in his mouth. I had never felt anything like that. I almost came right there. He moved to my other breast and again engulfed it entirely. His hand took my left breast and he began to roughly tweak my nipple. Actually, that hurt, and distracted me enough that I pulled away. 

I quickly sat up and began to unbutton his shirt again. This time he lay there and cooperated. I was really looking forward to running my hands all over his smooth chest. I don't know why, but guys with hairy chests are a turnoff for me. His was fantastic. His well developed abs and pecs soon had me back in ecstasy. I kissed him everywhere, licking his salty skin as he trembled under my touch. What an incredible feeling to have this power over my man!

While I was keeping him on the edge like this, his hand found its way down to my secret parts. I was really wet by now, and he slid his fingers all over the slippery lips that held his prize. I had trimmed everything up nicely hoping to entice him. Actually, I'm not sure he even noticed. As I began to open his zipper, he tried to plunge a finger inside me. If stamina had not been his strong point before, gentleness was not his strong point now. I had never had anything inside me in my life. When I masturbated I had always just pressed and rubbed the outside of my vagina. I was so tight, and nothing had prepared me for this sudden pain. I tried to pull back, but he had a tight grip on my ass and held me. It was not until he decided to roll back to finish taking off his pants that he let loose. 

Now I started to get scared when I saw the size of his cock in comparison to his finger. I would later realize that he was not by far the biggest man in the world, but that night it looked like a monster organ. By later comparisons, his 5 and 1/2 inches wasn't all that big, but to me, for the first time I had really been close to a cock in real life, it seemed huge. The circumcised head was a deep purplish red color, throbbing and jerking as I watched in awe. Drops of precum made it shine in the dim light of the room. I reached out to once again hold him, like I had done in the car. I never got to that because he roughly pushed me back down on the bed. The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before and I was really scared!

He forced my legs apart, got on top of me, and instantly began to force his monster cock into my now tender vagina. What I had fantasized as a tender, loving moment was now going all wrong. I tried to move into a more comfortable position to open myself to him, but my shoulders were pinned motionless by his strong hands resting on them as he rose up over me. As he began to press his manhood into me the pain was incredible. The only words I could get out were "Please, No!!" He acted like he didn't even hear.

He rammed his raging head against the fortress of my virginity, slamming again and again into the unyielding gate. Reeling in pain I cried and pleaded "Please, NO!!!" again and again, but it only seemed to enrage him. Harder and harder he slammed, making a little more progress in his attack with each vicious thrust. My whole body was quivering and I felt on the verge of passing out. 

Suddenly he slowed for a moment, then rammed harder than I ever thought possible as I felt his throbbing rod break past the guardian of the gate. Pushing into me fully, the pain was indescribable. Gone were my fantasies of a tender moment when I could hold him close and tell him I was now truly his woman. I had never seen this in any of my brothers videos. I felt that I was doing something wrong to experience this much pain. 

As he dropped his entire body weight on top of me and began thrusting in and out ,grunting like an enraged bull, I started to sob uncontrollably. I don't know if it was from the pain, the humiliation at having failed so miserably, or both. After what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than two minutes (Remember? He had no stamina! Thank goodness!!!) he began to shake, and I knew he was cumming inside me. At first I felt relief that my ordeal would be over, but that gave way to terror when I remembered that the condoms I had brought for him were still in my purse in the car!!

Crushed under his weight, I began sobbing and wailing harder than before. If I was hoping for sympathy from him, I was crushed again. As he rolled off of me he had a disgusted look on his face and said "Now what the fuck's wrong with you?" I don't know what was worse: the physical pain from his penile assault on my torn vagina, the fear that I might be pregnant, or the humiliation of his anger. It was almost fifteen minutes before I could stop sobbing long enough to even speak. During this time he got up, went into the bathroom to piss, then got dressed. So badly I wanted him to hold me and comfort me, but he just turned on the television in the room and acted like I wasn't even there. 

Finally he stood up and said "If all you're going to do is whine, I'm going out for a beer." I freaked out, and with what strength I had left I got up and started pounding his back as he started out the door. He turned back, pushed me onto the bed and said "Get a grip." Then he walked out the door and I heard his car pulling away.

I gathered myself together after another long sobbing attack. I put my sister's dress back on, feeling that I was somehow unworthy of it. After all, her boyfriend treated her like a queen. What was wrong with me? I threw the lace teddy in the trash can. So much for feminine allure. That brought a fresh wave of tears to me, and I collapsed onto the bloodstained bed (Actually, it wasn't as stained as it seemed to me at the time). 

When I finally got myself back in control I called my sister, who was in town with her boyfriend for the weekend. They came and drove me home, and finally gave me the comforting care I needed so badly. Her boyfriend was so sympathetic, so protective; I hope someday I'll find someone like him. 

I only heard from my now ex-boyfriend a few times in the next month. He dropped by to stuff my purse in the mailbox, but I never again wanted to see him face to face. I now know that it wasn't my fault on that night, but my shattered self image took a long time to mend. My body did better. And luckily, I didn't end up with a souvenir of that awful event (Meaning, I didn't end up pregnant.)

I hope someday I'll be able to love again.



A Night to Remember, or Forget?



I never really expected anything would happen in my life that would be worth writing about. But maybe there's something here that someone can learn from. I know there's a lesson. I'm just not sure what it is. 

My husband, Ben, and I were about five and a half years into our marriage, and things were going pretty well. Ben had just started his career as a police officer, and I worked as a secretary downtown. Things were going pretty well for us, even though I worried quite a bit about the potential dangers of Ben's job and didn't much care for the late shifts he often had to work, being one of the newer officers on the force.

Maybe it would help with the story a little if you knew what we look like. Or perhaps I should have said "looked like," because what I'm going to tell you about happened quite a few years ago. And unfortunately, none of us looks the same as we did 25 years ago.

Ben was not what anyone would call a handsome man, although his inner strength and wry sense of humor made him quite attractive when you got to know him. He was about 5-10 and was a little stocky at 185 pounds. He had wavy brown hair, which he kept clipped short because of his job, and piercing brown eyes.

It's funny, but when I try and describe Ben, I always think first about the way he smells—a really masculine combination of after shave and that just plain natural smell that many men seem to have. It's a little hard to describe, but it gets stronger whenever you're having sex with them. 

Some people, I guess, considered me attractive. I could look pretty nice when I took the time to fix myself up for a party or other special occasion. I wore my light brown hair just below my shoulders and liked the way the natural curl sort of made it cascade down. My eyes were brown, too, like Ben's, and a few people had mistaken us for brother and sister when we first started seeing each other.

I had a slender build at 5-7 and about 125 pounds, and the occasional times when someone commented on my appearance, most of the comments were about my long, and apparently shapely, legs. My small breasts matched my slender frame, and I'd had to resort to padded bras for years to make my clothes fit right.

I always enjoyed looking at the wedding picture of Ben and me that set atop the bookcase in the living room of the modest home we'd managed to purchase right after he got on with the police department. It would be safe to say that both of us had never looked more attractive in our lives than we did that day. And I'm pretty sure we'll never look that good again.

All right. Now back to my story.

I was at work when I received the call—the one that all police officer's wives dread. Ben had been badly injured. Not shot or stabbed, thank god. But he had been in a serious wreck in his patrol car and had been rushed to the emergency room at University Hospital downtown.

I dropped the phone and didn't even take time to tell my boss where I was going. The hospital was only a few blocks from my building, and I ran every step of the way, arriving breathless, disheveled and trying my best to muffle the sobs that kept welling up inside my aching throat.

The emergency room admitting clerk wouldn't give me any information for quite awhile, until I finally made her understand who it was that I was looking for and that this injured cop was my husband. She treated me with much more courtesy after that, but I'll never forget how helpless I felt as she made me wait like that.

I won't go into a lot of detail about Ben's injuries. I really have tried to put that scene out of my mind—those first moments when I went back to the treatment area and saw the tubes sticking out of him and his poor battered face. Remember, this was in the days before all cars had air bags, so when you had a bad wreck, the chances were pretty good that your head was going to hit something hard. Ben's certainly did.

It wasn't long before I was joined at the hospital by Terri, the wife of a cop that Ben worked with. She and her husband, Mike, lived just down the street from us. We had become pretty good friends, sharing the cares and concerns common to police officers and their families.

It took several hours for Ben to become stable enough to be moved into ICU, but by the next morning, he was settled in and seemed to be getting almost constant attention. Terri and I stayed together all that day, talking quietly in the ICU waiting room, holding hands like sisters. Every two hours I was allowed to go in for a brief visit, and I did what I could to let Ben know I was there for him.

Three days passed, and I began to get used to the routine of the ICU. I had figured out the best times to grab a bite to eat in the hospital cafeteria and even the best times to make a quick trip home to change clothes. I did most of my sleeping on the hard couch in the waiting area.

I also began to get to know, or at least recognize, the nurses from the various shifts. I was so impressed with the caring and competence of most of the staff. But one stood out. Not just for her caring and competence, but also because of her physical appearance. 

Appearance wise, she was everything that I'm not. Angela was beautiful, blonde, voluptuous. But the great part was she didn't seem to realize it. She just went about her business of taking care of patients—my Ben included. And I was so grateful for the way she seemed to care about him.

Fortunately, Ben made steady progress and was moved from ICU after four days . . . into a semi-private room. As his condition improved, I felt as if I could spend more time away from the hospital. In fact, I needed badly to get back to work—both for the sake of my own sanity and the sake of my employer.

As the building where I worked was nearby, I could take my lunch hours to visit Ben and help with his meal, too. I'd then make another trip to the hospital after work, help with his dinner, visit for awhile and head home.

About every other trip I'd see Angela, and we'd exchange a few pleasantries about how Ben was coming along. I was so glad to have the chance to tell her how much I appreciated her looking after him.

Finally, a month to the day after the accident, I brought Ben home. He was not able to move around easily at first and it would still be months before he could return to work. But every day, he could do a little more for himself, and it was great to see him making such wonderful progress.

Unfortunately, there was one area where there didn't seem to be much progress—our sex life. It had now been months since Ben and I had made love. To be honest, it wasn't as if fireworks went off every time we fucked before the accident. I'd have to say our sex life was . . . well . . . just ordinary. An ordinary sex life for two ordinary people.

But there were times when it was very good. We'd collapse into each other's arms after a particularly vigorous session and lie very close, breathing hard from the exertion, bodies glistening with perspiration, smelling of sex.

I found myself thinking about those times a lot after the accident. Ben and I were sleeping apart so he could be more comfortable, and I'd lie there alone some nights practically on fire with the need to be touched. I'd been raised with the idea that masturbation was wrong—and particularly so for married people. There must be something really wrong with the relationship if you felt the need to masturbate after you were married.

But I did it anyway. It seemed as if I was in an almost constant state of arousal in those days, and couldn't wait to get in bed each night to gain what relief I could.

I'd lie on my back, draw my feet almost up to my hips and press my knees wide apart. This would cause the lips of my pussy to open and I could feel the nectar already beginning to flow. The skin was stretched tight around my clit, and the least little movement shot these intense sensations through me.

My hands would drift lightly over my firm breasts, making little circles around the areolas, teasing my nipples by not quite touching them. But finally, I'd allow my fingers to reach the center of my little mounds and pinch the hard nipples until I gasped audibly from the combination of pleasure and pain.

My breasts may not have been large, but they were sensitive! And there seemed to be a direction connection between my nipples and my clitoris. When I got to this point, each time I pinched them, I felt an electric current shoot directly to my throbbing clit.

Finally, one hand would slide lower, across my flat belly, over the curve of my mound to the center of my pleasure. By this time, my lips would be swollen with arousal and I could feel little droplets of nectar on the soft dark hair that outlined my slit. I knew I was right on the edge and had abandoned every inhibition when I slid my finger inside my sex, then raised it to my lips so I could taste myself.

This, I thought in my naiveté was the ultimate act of decadence. I couldn't think of anything more wanton than a woman tasting her own pussy! I also couldn't think of anything that could push me over the edge quicker.

As I got closer and closer, my thoughts would play over some of my favorite fantasies. But there was one constant in all of this. Each night, just as I was about to cum, my mind would fix itself on the same image—the image of a large cock all covered with veins, head throbbing and pre-cum drooling out of it.

It was not a cock I recognized. It was certainly not Ben's, which was of a very ordinary size. This one was extraordinary! And as that mystery cock parted my lips and began to plunge in and out of me—harder . . . faster . . . deeper—I would tumble over the edge to an incredibly intense orgasm.

Fortunately, Ben was recovering steadily. But, in truth, he was getting pretty difficult to be around as he got more and more restless and wanted so badly to return to work. The only person who wanted that more than Ben was me!

On the Friday before he was scheduled to be back at work on Monday, I decided to slip away from the office at lunchtime and see how Ben was getting along. I thought it might help break up the monotony for him. To be totally truthful, I was thinking that I might be able to tempt him into a "nooner," to hopefully signal that our lives were completely back to normal.

As I arrived at the house, I noticed that a strange car was in the driveway. I assumed that one of Ben's buddies from the police station had stopped by to see him. But the house was quiet as I let myself in the front door. Something—I'm still not sure what—told me not to call out. Instead, I walked quietly toward the back of the house where our bedroom was located.

It was then that I heard the sounds—muffled though they were. Voices speaking softly. Laughter. The rustle of bedding. I knew immediately what it was, but I just had to see for myself.

I thought I was prepared for what I was going to see. Or at least I thought I knew what to expect. But I was wrong.

I walked softly toward the bedroom door, which was open just a crack—enough to allow me to see the bed. Our bed. And there in the middle of our bed was Angela, the beautiful nurse from the hospital, sitting astride Ben, apparently unconcerned about any lingering effects from the accident.

She was sliding vigorously up and down Ben's cock, which I could see emerging from her with each lifting of her hips. His dick looked rock hard and was covered with her juices, making it glisten in the early afternoon sunlight that filtered through the blinds on the bedroom window.

My eyes grew wide as I watched her luxurious blonde bush and pink lips swallow my husband's cock . . . over . . . and over . . . and over again.

Angela's luscious breasts were bouncing freely as she raised her hips over and over again before grinding back down to impale herself fully. That beautiful face was the picture of desire—eyes half closed, lips parted, panting with effort and arousal.

I felt the jealousy rise within me—not so much that she was fucking my husband. It was more because Angela was feeling things at that moment that I hadn't felt in a very long time, perhaps never. She was lust personified. And I wanted to feel that way, too.

Her large areolas were nearly a perfect shade of pink and nearly twice as big as mine. The nipples, too, were large and must have stood out nearly an inch in their intense state of arousal. Her neck and chest were starting to flush a deep shade of pink, which I knew was a sign that her orgasm was very close. And has the color deepened, it made a very sensual contrast with her creamy white skin.

"Fuck . . . me . . . Benny," she panted. "Take . . . my . . . cunt . . .it's . . . yours . . . baby."

Angela's words came in short bursts that sort of escaped through her clenched teeth each time she lowered herself onto my husband's cock. I'd never seen anyone so lost in her own desire before. And I marveled at it.

My first thought when I saw the two of them together was puzzlement that a gorgeous woman like Angela could find my Ben attractive. But there she was—this extraordinarily beautiful woman riding his very ordinary cock and apparently loving every minute of it. My second thought was that I needed to get out of there—and quick.

So I grabbed the knob and pulled the door shut with a bang and retreated quickly from the house and back to my office. My one consolation was that I probably interrupted a very wonderful orgasm that they were both on the verge of.

I was not much good at work for the rest of the afternoon, but I dared not take off, as I had already missed so much time with Ben's injury. So I toughed it out until 5:00, then telephoned my mother to let her know I'd be spending then night with her.

And I warned her I might be there for quite some time.

As it turned out, I was at my mother's for less than a week. Ben began to call me that night and kept it up continually, at mother's and at work, until I finally agreed to meet him to talk. I insisted on "neutral territory," so we met in a diner downtown after I got off work the next Friday.

He apologized all over himself. It was almost a little pathetic, but he seemed sincere. He looked good, as if it was really agreeing with him being back at work. I listened to his apologies, his excuses, and something deep in those brown eyes of his made me believe that he was sincere.

Or maybe I just wanted to believe it. The image of that wedding photo sitting on our bookcase at home kept flashing back to me. I thought about how happy we looked on that day. Maybe it was that image that made me give in.

Whatever the case, I agreed to come home and moved back the following weekend.

For weeks, it was like Ben was walking on eggshells around me. He just couldn't do enough to let me know how grateful he was to me for taking him back. I really didn't extract much "revenge." I decided if we were going to make this marriage work, I'd have to do my part.

My one requirement—before I moved back that weekend, Ben had to go out and buy us a new bed. But this time it was Ben's turn to sleep in the guest room, and he languished there for almost a month, until one night I just . . . well . . . I needed him.

I took his hand and led him back to our bedroom, where we made love for the first time since before the accident. I'd like to tell you that it was glorious make-up sex, but it really wasn't. But we both had nice orgasms and went to sleep with the feeling that things might be getting somewhat back to normal.

But "normal" turned out to be a little different after Angela. There was this heaviness in the air whenever Ben and I were together. It just wasn't quite as much fun any more. And, of course, that feeling carried over into our sex life. Our times together became less frequent and the sex . . . well it was even more ordinary than before.

About six months later, Mike and Terri invited us to a party at their house. I hadn't been in a partying mood for quite some time, but I thought it was about time to at least act as if things were back to where they should be. So we accepted the invitation, and I went out and bought a new dress just for the occasion.

I picked a short one that would show off my long legs. The skirt was flared, and I knew it would swish around quite nicely when I danced. I didn't select it with the sole purpose of "showing off," but I needed to feel as if I was attractive to someone again. 

The dress was made of bright blue chiffon, gathered at the waist before flaring out to that deliciously full skirt. The neckline was modest, as I didn't have much to show off upstairs, anyway. I chose a black lacy bra (slightly padded, of course) and matching bikini panties (this was well before thongs came into vogue, or I probably would have chosen one just to be daring). Some thigh high stockings and strappy sandals with four-inch heels completed the sexiest ensemble in my wardrobe.

Ben grumbled a bit about having to go. He had not been in the partying mood lately, either. But he finally acquiesced and we took our hosts a nice bottle of merlot as a thank you for the invitation. Terri and Mike greeted us at the door and, and it was clear that the party was well under way.

There were about 10 other couples scattered around the large living/family room. The furniture had been pushed back to the walls to create a makeshift dance floor in the middle, and several of the guests were already taking advantage of it.

Looking around, I recognized most of the men there as Ben's fellow cops, though I didn't know the names of most of them. A few of the wives I was on speaking terms with. Mike and Terri were the only two people that I knew well at all.

There was food and drink aplenty sitting atop the bar that separated the family room from the kitchen, and Mike mixed a gin and tonic for me and gave Ben his usual scotch on the rocks. Ben took the drink and made a bee line to a chair, where he proceeded to sit and act as if he'd just as soon be anywhere else but here.

I knew immediately that he would be drunk by the time we got home, as that was his way of handling social situations that he found uncomfortable. Sure enough, he was going back for his second scotch by the time I had taken two sips of my own drink.

I had barely taken my third swallow, before Mike deftly took the drink from my hand, set it on an end table and pulled me out onto the dance floor. I have to say I was flattered at the attention and loved the feel of being enfolded in Mike's strong arms as we began to move with a nice slow ballad.

Mike was a big man—well over six feet tall and very muscular. I had seen him a few times in a tee shirt and was taken by the size of his arms in particular. And now I was enjoying the sensation of having those arms wrapped around me as our bodies moved as if we had been dancing together regularly. I tried to hold myself at a discrete distance, glancing over at Ben to gauge his reaction. Not surprisingly, there was no reaction, as Ben made his way back to the bar for his third scotch.

So I allowed myself to respond to the pressure Mike was exerting on my back and moved closer to him. It truly felt warm and comfortable to be held like that, and I began to respond, allowing myself to relax a little and lean into his muscular chest.

By the time the dance had finished, I was beginning to feel just a bit uncomfortable, as Mike's hand had drifted a little too far down my back and was resting on that curve just above my bottom. But even at that, it was arousing to be touched like that in a room full of people, including my husband. I felt almost pretty. Certainly desirable.

I noticed that the lights had been dimmed in the family room, and with the cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air, it almost felt as if we'd walked into some private club. As I started to pull away and head back over to where Ben was plopped down in his chair, Mike pulled me tight to him again.




A Night to Remember, or Forget?



"We're not finished, Marilyn. Let's have another dance." It didn't sound as much like as request as it did an order. 

It was another slow one, and Mike pulled me close again—a little tighter, even, than before. His strong arms folded around my back and held me in what only could be referred to as an embrace. It was disconcerting, to say the least, to have him be so brazen in public, but the feeling of his body next to me made me warm a little to the situation.

It got even warmer when I felt Mike's hard cock begin to press into my belly!

"Mmmmmm." I couldn't stifle a soft moan that signaled my pleasure at this new development. 

I hate to admit it now, but I even pressed back a little bit. And I was rewarded as his cock stiffened and snaked farther up my belly. Judging by the feel of it, the thing must have been huge!

Ben had been my only lover, so I was inexperienced in these things. But it was always my sense that Ben was average in size. Mike was far from average, and his sheer size intrigued and aroused me. I felt my arousal begin to moisten the crotch of my panties as I relaxed and enjoyed these new sensations that were washing over me.

Though my eyes were closed now to allow me to fully enjoy these wonderful feelings, I could sense that Mike had leaned down and I could feel his warm breath next to my ear.

"Is Ben still fucking that nurse?" The question stunned me.

I stiffened and tried to wrest myself away. But Mike pressed his hands against my bottom and held me to him.

"How did you know about that," I hissed.

"You know a guy's got to have someone to brag to. I saw her in the hospital. She is one fine piece of ass."

Now I was as mad at Ben for telling what I considered to be a very dark secret in our marriage, as I was at Mike for being so crude. But I still wanted to get away from him.

"Listen, Marilyn. I'm the only one who knows right now, and we can keep it that way if you do what I tell you. If you don't, every cop in the precinct will know the story by tomorrow morning."

I knew my face was burning red with embarrassment and anger, but I was at a loss. I just couldn't have Mike go around telling everyone something so personal about my life. And besides, it couldn't be helpful to Ben's career to be the subject of a lot of crude gossip.

"Just let the boys have a little fun tonight, and we'll keep everything between us."

And with that, Mike turned me loose and walked away. 

I stood there motionless and watched as Mike slowly made his way around the room, talking quietly with each of the other ten men at the party. I don't know exactly what he told them. But for the rest of the evening, one after another of them made their way over to have a "dance." And each dance turned into a contest between myself and my partner as I tried to maintain some sense of modesty and decorum.

But it was very hard to do with hands roaming over my ass, pawing at my breasts, and a few even cupping my pussy through the thin fabric of my dress. By the end of the party, I was angry, embarrassed, and I'm sorry to admit, quite aroused. I had never been touched so intimately by so many men in my life and, despite the circumstances, I couldn't ignore how it was affecting me.

And all the while, my drunken husband snoozed peacefully in the same chair he had claimed at the beginning of the evening.

As the party broke up around 1 a.m., I began to wonder how in the world I was going to get Ben home. We had walked the few blocks to Mike and Terri's, but there would be no walking back. Not in the condition Ben was in.

Out of nowhere, Mike came up behind me. "Don't worry. I'll help you get him home."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Mike had already lifted Ben off his chair and was walking him out the front door toward his car. He informed Terri that he was taking Ben and me home, and I didn't know what else to do but follow dumbly.

The short ride took only minutes, and in just a few more Mike had Ben in the house and had poured him into his recliner in our living room. Ben's eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth hung open as he passed out again.

I leaned down to loosen Ben's tie, half expecting to hear the front door close as Mike went back to his car. Instead, as I turned back around, I was looking directly into Mike's muscular chest.

"Okay, Marilyn," he said as he gripped my shoulders. "Now it's your turn."

I didn't have to ask my turn for what.

I began to back away, but Mike kept his grip on my shoulders, allowing me to continue to walk slowly backward, but making sure I stayed within his grasp. Suddenly the backs of my knees made contact with something, and I fell backward into a sitting position on the sofa.

I sat there with my blue party dress up around my thighs, my stockings (and possibly more) exposed, and watched in a combination of fear and fascination as Mike began to unbuckle his slacks.

"What are you doing, Mike?" I asked, my voice trembling. But I couldn't be sure if it was from fear or excitement. "No . . . please."

Mike didn't say a word as he unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall around his ankles. His underwear soon followed, and I was staring at the thing that had fascinated me all evening.

The cock was indeed larger than Ben's—much larger. It was longer, fatter and bigger in every other way you could name. The head, especially, protruded from the end of the thick shaft, and I watched as it stuck straight out in front of Mike and jerked upward a little more with each beat of his heart.

I looked quickly over to Ben. But he continued his deep sleep there in the recliner. When I looked back up, Mike had reached the couch and had pulled my dress up farther so that it was now bunched around my waist.

In one quick motion, Mike hooked his arms under my legs and pulled me toward the edge of the couch, where he would have easy access to me. And in another, he jerked my panties aside exposing my wet sex to someone other than my husband for the very first time.

I tried to muster the strength to say "no" one more time, but I'm afraid it came out instead as a low moan that became louder as Mike thrust his big cock inside me. He didn't take it slowly at all, but there was no need. My pussy was so wet from being touched intimately all evening that he was able to plunge that big thing balls deep in one smooth motion.

And then he began to thrust. All the way in, then nearly all the way out, just leaving the big head inside my swollen lips. Then back again. And again. And again. I was beginning to understand what it meant to be truly and completely fucked. Right there in my living room, with my husband not five feet away.

Mike kept pounding that thick cock in and out of me. He lasted far longer than I had ever experienced with Ben. In fact, I'd never been able to cum with Ben unless I helped myself along by playing with my clit. But with Mike it was different. I was filled completely, the skin stretch tight around my clit, and he just went on and on and on.

Finally, I couldn't hold back. My orgasm engulfed me. It was like a big wave that just washed in and carried my body with it—up to the top, then back down, only to be taken upward once more, over and over again. It felt as if my entire insides were throbbing and pulsing, trying to hold onto that magnificent cock and draw it deeper into me.

I was only vaguely aware of the guttural sounds from Mike as he came, spraying my insides with his hot cum before he collapsed onto me with all his weight. But in only a moment, before I could even begin to sort out what had happened, Mike pulled out of me, and quickly pulled his pants back up.

As he zipped himself, he glanced over at Ben and smirked. Then he reached down ran two fingers just inside my engorged pussy, getting them wet with the sticky mixture of our cum. And I'll never forget what happened next. 

Mike took those two fingers, now wet with our juices, and raised them to my mouth. I'd like to say he forced them between my lips, but I know better. My lips parted instinctively and I invited them in. I wanted to taste our sex, and I did. 

Then he simply turned and walked out the front door.

I sat there for a moment, stunned. But I knew I needed to collect myself before Ben awoke from his stupor. As it turned out, there was no big hurry, as I had plenty of time to drag myself into the bedroom, strip off all my clothes and fall on my back into bed.

I was only slightly aware of the sticky mixture of Mike's cum and my nectar as it slowly oozed from my pussy onto the bed. But I was too physically and emotionally exhausted to do anything about it.

I must have been asleep for several hours when I was roused slightly by a movement on the bed. The room was still totally dark, but I knew it was Ben, finally making his way in. I lay very still, hoping he would pass out again, and quickly.

But he didn't. I guess he had slept so much all evening that he was now quite awake. And to make matters worse, he was feeling "frisky." I tensed as his hand ran along my bare belly and slowly made its way downward. I knew what he would find down there, and neither he nor I would want that!

"No, Ben, go back to sleep. I'm not in the mood."

His hand moved lower until it reached my mound, where my hair was now all matted from the earlier activity and a bit of Mike's cum still trickled out of me. He clumsily began massaging my pussy and began to smear the remaining spunk over me.

"Don't tell me you're not in the mood, baby. You're nice and wet for me."

And before I could prevent him, Ben had scooted toward the foot of the bed and pried my legs roughly apart. I stiffened again and began to scoot upward away from him. But he held me and kept me open for him.

"Come on, baby, you'll enjoy it."

Again, no time for an answer before his tongue began to lap at my pussy, giving me wide licks up and down my still swollen lips, and totally unaware that he was now tasting another man's spunk.

I closed my eyes and felt my cheeks redden with shame—for what had happened earlier in the evening and what was happening now. But now, as before, my mind was not in control. My body was. And my body was enjoying itself immensely. And somehow, the perversion of the entire situation made it even more erotic.

I felt my nipples harden again and my clit begin to throb. The little pearl was getting bigger with each touch of Ben's tongue. I wasn't at all prepared when he took my clit between his teeth and began to suck. The violence of my reaction shocked, surprised me. I literally felt like some wild animal as I squirmed, bucked, and ground my dripping pussy into Ben's face.

In just one fleeting moment, a thought flashed through my mind, which had been almost overcome with lust. "How could I be turned on by this? What kind of woman am I?"

And then the dam burst and I was swept under again; swept along on this surging wave of climax that totally claimed me. And through the pulsing, the panting, and the moaning, I was aware of a single tear rolling down my cheek as I had the best orgasm of my life.



A Night to Remember Pt. 02



What inspired me to write these stories is the fact that they actually happened to me. I am thankful for all of my life experiences, and though I am still relatively young, I am able to look back at my 20s and say that I had quite a bit of fun. I was lucky to have met someone who had such a strong sexual connection with me. I had always been in search of a dominant older top with the kind of size and age that would make me want to cum almost instantly...

Roger smiled and asked me if I was sure about this, and of course I nodded yes. I was excited but super nervous as well. I had done a little research on how anal sex felt for men getting it, and I was both curious but apprehensive. 

First, I wanted to be sure with myself that I wanted him in me and that this was not some pre-orgasmic mood. For that reason, I asked him if he could make me cum by going down on me first. 

Of course, he obliged. Within moments, my legs were spread open, I was on my back again, looking up at the ceiling, my feet playing with his hairy back, while he munched on me. He disappeared down there for minutes at a time, but would come up every so often to suck on my breasts or push my knees back so he could eat my ass. At some point, he started sucking on the tip of cock quite forcefully and this caused me start squirming and thrashing again. He had my hips in his powerful hands, however, so there was not much room for movement. I finally began arching my back, as the pleasure was too much for me to handle. 

If it wasn't for the music that he had on (Enya) in the background, I was sure his neighbors would have heard my screams and moans. He was making me moan like a whore. 

I was a whore, his whore. He was conquering me slowly but surely. His domination of me was methodical and his lust for me was just as insatiable as mine was for him. 

Anyway, my back was arched and I kept moaning and screaming "Oh my God, oh fuck, oh daddy!!"

He groaned again while he was down there, and he slid his hands under my ass and pulled me closer to him. I was having trouble opening my legs more for him, so I put my feet on his shoulders. He began fingering me while sucking on me and this was driving me absolutely mad with pleasure. 

I continued to squirm and I looked down at him. In the darkness, his head was massive and my thighs looked small. He was huffing and puffing and his grunts were becoming louder. 

I was on the verge of a giant orgasm. My knees were trembling, my hands were switching between holding his head and grabbing the bed sheets. 

I looked down at him "Roger, oh daddy, oh baby I'm gonna cummmm!" With that, I felt a massive release downward and into his mouth. I lost control of everything and I started screaming his name "Oh Roger, Roger, Roger!!" My right hand found his hand and I wrapped my fingers in with his while my left hand continued to clutch the sheets. My back was arched again and he didn't move a muscle. His mouth was wrapped around my member and he was sucking every drop of my sweet honey. 

My orgasm lasted forever, or so it seemed. Once I finished climaxing, I lay there shuddering. Roger continued to play with me though. He continued to tongue the tip. Interestingly, he never opened his mouth or took his mouth off of me. 

I looked down and saw him continuing to suck on me and I smiled at him and then I began massaging his big bald head. I played with his ears and then we held hands. 

He finished up and finally stood up. My hips were stiff from spreading my legs for so long. I finally got a break. I lay there for a moment while he got me a warm moist towel to clean me off. He wanted to lie down and cuddle, but I was more interested in sucking his thick cock again. 

I asked him if we could go back to the couch. He agreed and he took me by the hand and guided me in the dimly lit apartment back to his couch. He sat down. I slowly straddled him, then I sat facing him with my knees buried into the sofa. I looked at him intently, with a "Come and get me" look and I kissed him. 

"So did you swallow?" I asked. 

"Yes, I did...I only did it because I like you," he replied. I felt flattered and even closer to him. Here was a man who was a complete stranger to me not even an hour ago, and yet he had just given me an orgasm that was the strongest that I had ever felt. Not even my girlfriend had come close to this level. 

I felt dirty, I felt somewhat ashamed, but for whatever reason, this felt right. Now, there was just one thing left to do...let him put that thick cock inside of me. I wanted so badly to make him cum. I had dreamed of it and now there was a significant possibility of this happening. 

We continued to kiss in the dark and his hands began exploring my body once again. He ran his hands down my back and held me around the hips as he started to suck on my breasts. I held his head close to me and watched him swallow each breast. He looked adorable pulling out and then sucking on the nipple, then flicking his tongue. I continued to massage his head and I started looking up at the ceiling. His grip went from my hips to my ass, and he cupped my ass with both hands and squeezed. 

I was becoming more aroused and in only a matter of seconds, I was hard again. He noticed this and took his hand off my ass and started playing with me. After some time, I slid off and got down on my knees. 

His legs were sprawled open. We were sweaty, him more so than me, but I didn't care. I liked it dirty and this was going well. 

His cock was already hard and he seemed to have an endless supply of pre-cum loaded in there. I started toying with it using my tongue and then I swallowed it whole, deep throating it without using my hands. 

He groaned loudly and slid down a little more to let me really suck on it. He took my head and started moving it in and out. I eventually took and break and leaned in to suck his balls. 

His balls, as I mentioned previously, were huge and they were hairy. They were moist from the sweat and from his pre-cum, but again, I was oblivious to all of this as I was extremely horny. I held his cock up with my hand as I sucked on his balls and then I would let it smack me in the face on purpose. 

This seemed to amuse him. I must have blown him for a few minutes before I became impatient and I pleaded with him eagerly, "Please fuck me!"

He stood up and took me by the hand and led me back to his bed. I lay down and watched him grab a bottle of lube and also a condom. 

He got into bed and I opened my legs immediately. Mind you, I had always imagined my first would be missionary, but he had other plans. He threw my leg over and simply slapped my ass and told me to get in the doggy position. 

I did as I was told. I felt cold lubricant dripping down my ass and I felt his finger going in and out, effectively lubricating my hole. I heard him fumble with his condom and finally slide it on. 

He said "I'll go slow" and then I felt pressure. Instinctively, I knew to keep my ass in the air, and keep my face in the pillow. I relaxed my hole as much as I could and I felt my hole stretch. Initially, there was pain. 

A lot of pain. 

I didn't make much noise though, as I didn't want him to stop. I kept spreading my knees wider and wider and I was able to feel him continue to stretch my tiny virgin pussy. I could feel his belly resting on top of my ass. 

Finally, I felt what I thought were his big balls on my perineum. He eased his grip on my hips and then started pumping slowly after going in and out a couple of strokes. 

My body finally was able to relax and was able to accommodate his girth. His balls started slapping me harder and he placed his hands on my hips. 

The bed was creaking loudly. He did not have a headboard as I recall, but the bed with right up against a window and our motion was making the window tremor slightly. 

I felt him reach my prostate with his penis and my prostate was being massaged and though I felt like I was going to pee, I eased myself and enjoyed the sensation. 

He was grunting and groaning and I was started moaning. I had not realized that I was calling him Daddy and not Roger. This was also a big deal for me as I was never comfortable having sex with men, much less calling someone daddy. 

But Roger had conquered my every orifice and he dominated me in a way that no man ever had and I doubted any man could ever achieve what he had done tonight. 

He pumped me for a few more strokes, then he grabbed me and held my arms behind my back as he fucked me using upward thrusts. This was a little less effective as his belly was in the way, but he made up for it by playing with my nipples using his free hand. 

I moaned uncontrollably, "Oh God, Oh my God, Oh my God..." repeatedly as he pumped me full of his thick cock. 

Finally, he pulled out. I heard him say "Oh crap" and I quickly realized that he was about to cum. I grabbed his condom and ripped it off. There wasn't enough time to get on my knees for the whole "money shot" so I lay on my back, close to his balls and he shot a massive load on my face. 

He must have been holding quite a reserve as there was cum all over my upper body. 

I lay there for a while, as he went and got another warm wet towel to clean me off. 

I worked up the courage to lick my lips, which had been glazed with his cum. I had never tasted cum before, and I must admit, this was an acquired taste. But it was sexual, and I waited for him to come back with the towel so that he could watch me do it. I took the towel from him and put it down. 

I kneeled before him and swallowed his dripping, flaccid cock again. I held on to his thick legs while I did it. 

Once I finished, I looked up at him and stood up and whispered in his ear so he could hear me, "You like that, baby?" 

"Oh yes, you have a hot little ass!" he replied. He bent down and kissed my nipples before leading me to his shower. 

I took a nice long shower, dried myself off. I slipped on my shorts and my tank top. He was already dressed and waiting for a goodbye. We kissed and he started fondling me again, but it was getting late. I kissed him one last time and promised that I would see him again. 

We were together in some sort of a sex with no strings attached relationship for 4 years. We had sex only once after that, when I rode him to climax. My time with him was special and it was a time of sexual discovery and satisfaction. Sadly, I moved away and we lost touch. It's truly a matter of luck, finding someone you like and have someone you are able to have sexual chemistry with. The first night I ever spent with him will always linger in my mind. It was as if it just happened yesterday...



A Night To Remember (Reversed)



Beginning

Hayden was beginning to think this so called perfect female he was waiting one wouldn't show. He had waited for two days, watching women and men come and go from this small inn. None of the women that passed through were what he was looking for and everyday was another disappointment. Like most mornings, he was sitting in the window simply watching, frowning at the people that walked by. Sighing, he got up from the window sill and started going through all his things, making sure everything was still perfect. 

Around noon, bored with nothing to do, he once again sat in the window. Once he did, he nearly fell from the window sill. Seeing the perfect female walking toward the inn, he nearly tripped over himself running out of the room and down to the inn keeper. Taking him up on the deal they had struck a week ago, Hayden slipped the keeper a silver piece, telling him the next female to check in should get the room he had asked to be set aside. It happened to be the room directly under his.

He managed to have the man paid off and out of sight before the woman walked in. From the shadows, he watched her walk in, clearly tired and buy the key to the room he already had prepared. Smiling, he watched her body move under her clothes, loving what was to come. When she in her room, he slipped the second promised silver piece to the keeper and headed to his own room. 

Grinning like a young teenager with a peephole, he set up for the night to come. First he put his key under his door and then locked the door. After stripping naked, he started lighting candles and weaving magic through the room. He opened a small portal that was an open window into his targets room, helped by runes carved into a dark corner of the room. He watched as she bathed. He was shocked when she started masturbating and just smiled, loving the show, the preview as it were.

Finally she went to bed and it was his time to work. He closed the window and started casting the complicated spell. It took hours too completely and then would take another hour to set in and complete. He laid down and decided to rest.

The sudden switch woke him, exactly how he wanted it. He made sure that her transition was calm so she would stay asleep. He sat up and felt a weight on his chest. Looking down, he started laughing. The mirth he felt could only be explained in laughter, which simply made him laugh harder when he felt the woman's breasts jiggle on his own chest. 

Throwing himself back onto the bed, he just laughed as he ran his hands over his new body. It would only be for two days, but he planned it to be the best two days of his magical life. The strange soft hands roamed an even stranger body. Touching himself had never been this entertaining. His hands roamed the large breasts that rested on his small rib cage. They traveled down and found a flat but ab free stomach, no hair, just soft skin. Teasing himself, he skipped the ultimate goal and turned over. His hands traveled over his new ass and he simply had to grip it. He was very much an ass man and fuck she had a nice ass.

Finally done teasing himself, he turned back over and spread his legs wide. Not looking, to make the moment that much more memorable, he ran his small hands between his thighs and nearly came from thought alone. What he found there was so shocking even though he had gone through all this to get it. His soft fingers started to play with the soft, wet lips just feeling what he had only felt with rough fingers before. It was so different.

Experiment

Hayden spent hours, the remainder of the night, exploring this body he really had no right owning. He masturbated too many times to remember, and had trouble putting his hands anywhere but the soft curves. It wasn't still the sun peeked into the window that he remembered he had more work to do. And one final test to do before he could complete the experiment.

Standing up on surprisingly strong legs, he waved his hands at the clothes on the floor. The shirt ripped into a half shirt that barely covered her breasts and only the panties came on around her waist. Not feeling the need to put on anything else, he grinned. His magic had transferred, that was the key factor and it had worked in his favor.

Deciding it was time to go check on his own body with its visitor, he grabbed the woman's key and walked out, locking the door on the way out. He headed upstairs; ignoring the looks he got from the men in sight and headed to his own door. The key was right where he left it and he used it to get into his room. He found the woman already awake, having a fit. Luckily the fit was quiet. He closed the door and walked in.

The look on his face was one of horror and he thought she might try to move, so he waved his hand, pinning his own body to the bed, smiling. He decided to fuck with her head and reached up to the breasts on his chest, gripping them through the shirt. "You women have it so lucky. Always having these right here to play with, always having men willing to bow at your feet to do the same." He took the shirt off and continued to play with the now naked breasts.

Hayden saw the clarification of what was happening cross his own face and smiled, loving that the experiment was with an intelligently woman. He continued to play with her breasts a little longer until deciding it was time to move forward with his experiment. He dropped her panties and started to crawl over his own body, looking down at her. 

"You are a beautiful woman. You have such an amazing body." Smiling, he sat up and started to play with her body again, right in front of her, basically taunting her. Grinning inside, he decided to mess with her mind more and reached down, grasping his own cock. The cock in his hand felt like his but he had a moment of disorientation when he didn't feel what he should when a soft hand gripped his cock. He just grinned at the new information.

Looking at the solid body under him, he started to stroke his own cock. He saw the many sensations and thoughts going through her mind in his own eyes and could only think about the first time he was with a woman, how strange it was. Once again, he felt like a virgin, butterflies in his stomach. He saw his own eyes go wide when the cock in his hand was rock hard and fought the urge to laugh.

Letting go, he ran his hands over the hard body under him. "It's so strange to feel my own body as I touch you. But this is part of the experiment. Experiencing sex from the other side." He heard his own voice from under him, momentarily freaked out. "Then why don't you go fuck another man!"

It was clear she meant it as an angry demand but he decided to treat it as a question. "It wouldn't be the same. We are so different, men and woman. Taking it in the ass from a man wouldn't be the same as riding a hard cock with the right body to experience it the way it should be." He quickly checked to make sure he was wet, and of course he was considering the situation. 

Deciding it was time; he lifted himself and grabbed the hard cock he only hoped would fit. Looking down at his own body, he lowered himself onto his own cock watching the swollen head approach the pussy he controlled. Looking up at his body's chest, he did the same thing he did back in the room, looking away so the feeling would be more powerful.

A gasp left his lips as he felt the swollen cock slide deep into him. It was such an alien feeling that for a moment it was neither good nor bad. Then the real sensations came crashing in. A rush of both pain and bliss, every inch that slid in leaving him gasping from breath. He felt the hot girth of his own cock spread his stolen pussy and loved every second of it.

After seeing the confused pleasure cross his own face, he smiled and started to ride the hard cock inside him. Once again the sensation was alien, every movement making him clutch at the coarse hair of his chest, loving the feeling of the heavy breasts between his arms move up and down to the motion. Gradually he got rougher, moved faster, and rode the cock harder. He had no comparison to the feelings going through him, to the experience he was having.

The pleasure building in both of them was an intense alien animal neither of them knew how to control. The build of an internal orgasm was more than he could handle the pleasure so powerful his mind was fuzzy. The coming wave of a pleasure he didn't know existed, coming from his core and not his cock, making him clench everything and dig his nails into his own chest. 

It wasn't long until they both cried out and their sweet fluids gushed into each other, mixing like the waves of two oceans meeting. His nails drew blood from the hard chest under them, the feeling of a throbbing cock inside his hyper-sensitive pussy too much to take. the longer they rode the waves of pleasure, the more it became like a war, each pushing for more, each wanting that extra moment of alien pleasure.

Only moments after they pleasure subsided, they both started to pass out. Neither mind was ready for how different the pleasure would be, and they both shut down, shutting out the totally unknown experience to process later. And that's how the maids found them in the morning, curled together like lovers, sleeping off a long day.

Documenting.....

Hayden woke up in his own body and smiled at the complete satisfaction he felt. He looked at the sleeping woman next to him and put an arm around her. Using his magic, he teleported them to her room. He returned her clothes to the way they were and healed her body leaving no sexual evidence of what happened. A quick clean up would only leave memories and it was up to her mind how she dealt with them.

Back in his own room, he got dressed and started cleaning. Once again, he made sure there was nothing left behind that could show evidence of magic. He checked his mirror into her room and saw her still sleeping, but close to waking. After packing a few last things, he headed down. Smiling, he paid the remainder of what he owed to the keeper and sat in a dark corner, ordering breakfast.

It wasn't long into his meal that she came down stairs. He watched her move, still in love with the way her body moved. He felt his groin stirring in his pants but kept himself under control. He continued eating while he watched her turn in her key, admiring the keeper's acting skills when he left nothing show about what had happened.

When the woman was gone, heading to where ever her life would take her, he stood up and walked outside, lowering the hood of his cloak. Looking up at the sun, he smiled, enjoying the warmth on his face. Next time, he would do his experiment outside in sunlight. Laughing, he set off to find the perfect forest clearing and get ready for another wait for another perfect subject.



A Night to Remember (Sex Club)



At 18, I had already had lots of sex with many partners, men and women, boys and girls. Sex parties I had seen on video. It was porn and not real though it turned me on. Wanted the real thing. So, after being in college for six months, I posted an ad. It was a college town and a bigger town than I had come from. I got lots of replies. Well, here's the ad: "18 Year Old Seeks Group Sex with Men and Women. I'm five-foot six, 115 lbs, blonde, blue eyes, slightly tanned and tested. I have small boobs, long legs and a tight pussy with big lips and a big clitoris. Pics for a real sex club."

I read a story that said only be in a sex club if they require testing. Got tested once a month. Didn't want to get anything or give anything to someone. When in doubt, always required a condom with men. Natural just always felt better.

Combing through replies to my ad courtesy of a Yahoo email addy I found a woman who said she was in one. Most replies were those wanting a threesome or sex. An older guy in his late fifties sent me a long sex story and offered me money. The woman told me stories about her group sex and then sent me a picture of her. She was forty. Cute brunette with large boobs, a hairy pussy and kinda plump. I sent her my picture. Next day, she said my picture led to some great sex with her husband so sorry it took a day to respond. She gave me her number and we met at a Waffle Shop.

She explained the sex club had sixteen people in it with those in their twenties to forties. No videotaping or any of that. Just drinking then lots of sex. Some got a buzz so they could get the liquid courage to do multiple partners. If someone said no or had enough, it was respected. I had already filled out a form with what I'd do and what I wouldn't. Hated anal and loved straight sex with men or women or both. It was a rainy Monday when we met. She further explained if you didn't show up with a test and didn't have anything, you would be asked to leave. They were mostly couples. Men had to bring a wife or girlfriend. Women didn't. I had been accepted and the next party was Saturday. 

After the formalities, we talked girl talk. We made some excuse we knew each other. I was buying a condo. She said they started with six people and their sex lives were fantastic after that. They did it so their lovemaking would be better. Mostly the reason they only met four times a year. I got lucky getting in so close to one. They had a big open place they rented. It had a bar and nice couches and a thick carpet. The couches and chairs were all leather so easy to clean. Had their shit together. We giggled when I asked, "What do I wear? Just some panties?"

I arrived at about six that Saturday. Twelve had showed up except me. Showed my test and saw the other people's test. Gina, the woman, encourage me to read them. Mine was two weeks old. One couple had been turned away since they forgot the test. I told her I was nervous and she said don't be and the sex will be a breeze. She yelled, "We have thirteen! She's tested and fine."

I sat down with a couple, Mark and Jenny, that were in their late twenties. She was a thin girl with dark hair and glasses. She was sexy. He was nice looking as well with a lean body and muscles. She was sexy because she was lanky, wore a tight top that showed off her big nipples. She wasn't gorgeous but real. I didn't wear much makeup like her. Natural beauty was more fun. The other couples were in their mid to late thirties except the original couple, Gina and her husband, Rob, that was fortyish.

We talked and drank wine. I took a few shots of Jack. It was all talk about sex and how this club had spiced up their sex lives. Some felt guilty at first since it was cheating. I said I would feel guilty if I made someone's wife or husband or so forth feel guilty. Almost all of us had lost our virginity young. I wasn't the youngest. Jenny had lost her cherry at eleven to a boyfriend. I had at twelve. Gina lost her's at 16. Michael, a blue-eyed guy about thirty eight, lost his 19 to his now full-figured wife. She had a tummy and large boobs. He had a beer gut and, what looked like, a huge cock. They were one of the founders.

To get things started, we drew names. Could be a girl or a guy. None of the guys were bisexual really so if they chose a guy they would watch their wives or girlfriends. It was rigged to sexual preference. Only two of the couples liked anal. They switched and I hot to sit with Gina. Jenny got Michael and his big bulge and Mark got Melissa, the full-figured one. Melissa happily took off her jeans and top and sat there in her panties. The guys had already dropped to their shirts and underwear. Melissa disrobed and Mark said, "I love fat girls". All of us laughed. Melissa was the only one who had taken every dick in the room in one party. Her 40ddd boobs were an obvious asset. She had dirty blonde hair and red lips.

I disrobed and Gina said, "Her pussy has some big lips. Me and husband had lots of sex thinking about her after seeing her picture." Rob was stroking his cock since I got his wife and only thirteen of us. Gina disrobed and finally everyone was naked mostly. Hard to keep all of the people in my head from that night. 

I laughed when Mark revealed his cock after Melissa gave him a sloppy blowjob and it had real lipstick all over it. Melissa wiped it off with a napkin as she showed us his cum in her mouth then swallowed his large load. Gina was between my legs licking my clit and spreading me with three fingers. I was dripping wet. Rob just sat there stroking his cock watching his wife do me. The smell of sex was all over with fellatio and cunnilingus gong on with abandon. I came hard with a loud moan as I watched Rob slipped his dick in Melissa. Michael was fucking the hell out of small Jenny. Her juices were all over his legs and hers as they fucked.

I agreed to let Rob fuck me doggie while I licked Gina's hairy pussy. My nipples were huge from all the sex going on. I was so into Gina's pussy that Rob fucking me was not much. Fun but he wasn't making me cum. He was clearly enjoying himself saying, "God, she is sooo fucking tight." Gina came and bucked but I held her down. Her cum was thicker and it went down my throat. She tasted salty and sweet and finally Rob's jerks were making my juices run down my legs. I moaned a lot while sucking Gina then. Gina exploded three more times then Rob finally came in my pussy. He twitched inside and slapped my ass. He laid on my back exhausted. He finally pulled out and went to the bathroom. He did wipe my legs off before he left. Gina proceeded to savor his cum from my cunt and she ate it.

Melissa was moaning loudly as she got piledrived. Jenny was riding cowgirl and cumming. Other came as well. Everyone had finally came at least once. All the guys had shot their loads. We kind of cleaned up. I had to take a pee and Jenny saw me. She found a big glass and told me, "Just pee in this. It's okay. We usually have a few buckets to pee in since only two bathrooms. Hard for a girl to pee in a bucket." She held the glass and I closed my eyes and peed in it. Some cum was certainly in the glass. Jenny did something sexy and took a drink of my warm pee then put the rest down the toilet.

We had maybe five hours of sex that night. I was exhausted. My pussy was a little sore. I had pulled a Melissa and had all the guys cum in me during the party. Me and Jenny were the last to have sex. We sixty-nined on a couch while everyone watched. She was indeed a sexy girl. Average looks but sexy. An animal between my legs. I bit her clit and every time I did she let out a wail and came. We came maybe five times each in thirty minutes. Neither of us could take another cock. 

All the others masturbated. The women came. Jenny and me agree to let all the guys cum on our faces. One by one they shot their loads on us. It made me feel funny inside. We sucked some after they came. Rob's cum shot from her face to mine. Mark's huge dick, which I enjoyed riding earlier, was the last one to cum on us. Both of us two girls had our faces covered in cum. We got most of it in our mouths and swapped one large load from the six guys. We swapped about five times and Jenny was left with a mouth full of cum literally. We all clapped when she swallowed a sea of white. She chased it down with a shot of Jack. I took a shot too. It was over. I had been royally fucked. Melissa finally had some competition. Jenny had fucked all but one guy. Shockingly, it was her husband. Mark had been the first guy to fuck all the woman.

Jenny and me had become friends. We'd soon become lovers. That's another story all by itself. Ask me for it.