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Addictive Choices Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



A boss meets a previous employee after several years, and reflects back on an affair he had with her best friend. Please vote and send constructive feedback. 

"Shaun? It's been forever since I've seen you!" interrupted the melodic female voice next to me. I was in the midst of delivering a joke's punch line to the bartender at a watering hole in the basement of the bank headquarters high-rise where I used to work. 

I looked over and it was Camden – or Cam, as she preferred to be called when she'd worked for me upstairs in a corporate office several years before. A characteristic sexual tightness immediately gripped me as I scanned her short, wavy, ash-blonde hair, light gray eyes and fair, fox-like face with an adorable chin cleft. When we'd worked together, I'd been professionally diagnosed as having a sexual addiction and – even though my current life was much more staid – I'd always harbored a secret, rapacious desire for this succulent married woman. 

"Migawd, Cam! You look…uuh…great!" I sputtered, at a temporary loss for words. She noticed my eyes scan down over her body, clothed in a pearl gray, tropical weight, business suit covering a frilly white blouse that buttoned to her neck. 

"Well, so do you! Gimme a hug," she gasped, pressing against me with one arm around my neck. Her embrace took my breath away as her full breasts flattened against my chest, and her flowery scent made me light-headed.

My hands were still on her narrow, tight, waist as we pushed apart and I said, "What're you up to?"

"Oh, just having a drink with a girlfriend. Would you like to join us?" 

"Sure! If I won't be in the way," I said. As stunningly sexy as she looked, I remembered Cam as being an inveterate gossip and had always hesitated to intrude on her girl-talk. 

"You…in the way? Never!" she beamed, and ordered a couple of drinks, which the bartender said he'd send to her table. She turned and beckoned for me to follow her. From behind she looked even more delectable than when we'd worked together. She'd lost a little weight – stood about 5'8" in heels, and was now around 36C-24-36 – with a muscular ass and legs that scoffed at straight lines. I remembered breaking into a sweat at her outrageous curves whenever I'd been with her and that hadn't changed as I checked out her legs. Her three-inch stiletto pumps – she must have owned 50 pair – exaggerated her calf muscles perfectly. In fact, when we'd worked together her choice of shoes had fed a fetish of mine for feminine ankles and feet. 

A dozen paces toward her table and she stopped. Looking coyly over her shoulder, she caught me eyeing one of her luscious calves as it split the long, open kick pleat of her skirt, showing the back of her knee up to a scrumptious muscled upper leg. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she smiled as I muttered a joking double-entendre: "I'm right behind you, Cam. It takes longer for middle-aged men, you know." I was 43, nine years older than she, and had been divorced for many years.

We got to her table – set against a plush banquette against a wall – and she said to an attractive brunette sitting at one of its other three chairs, "Look who I found, Marsha! You remember me talking about my old boss, Shaun. Well, here he is…in the flesh! Shaun, this is Marsha." 

As I shook hands with her friend across the table, Cam squeezed onto the banquette, curling one shapely leg under herself and sitting on it. When we'd worked together she'd driven me to sexual distraction by doing this when in my office, and this day was no different. Though the table covered her legs from the looks of passersby, her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh. One surreptitious glance downward rekindled old lusty memories as the lacy top of a thigh-high stocking peeked up at me. I restrained the impulse to wipe my brow as Cam began telling Marsha about our innocent past. 

"When I first met Shaun – six or seven years ago – I disliked him," she confided to her friend as her eyes pored over my frame. "He was hired from outside, over everybody else, to manage installing the new branch computer network. Then they made him head of marketing and training…again over everybody else! You can imagine how pissed off we all were." 

What Cam meant was that many of the women at headquarters were seething because they'd been passed over for the position. At the time I'd understood their objections, but of course had kept quiet. 

"You didn't stay angry for long," I chimed in. 

"You know why, don't you," said Cam, giving me a sultry look and laying her hand softly on my forearm. I shrugged, and she squeezed my arm slightly as she related to Marsha, "First, you were very sharp. Second, I discovered that you and I had a lot in common…with our theatrical backgrounds and stuff. And third, my friend Sherri went gaga over you."

"That's an exaggeration" I said, anxious to stop this line of conversation. When I'd been at the bank, I'd tried to keep my sexual addiction under wraps, which – I was told by my shrink – was a result of my alcoholic mother's verbal abuse that eroded my self confidence in my formative years. I had taken the diagnosis with a shrug of the shoulders. Everyone has a cross to bear; I had a life to prepare for. 

"Listen to him, Marsha. Here's a WASP god with a Ph.D., an experienced executive, divorced, six foot two and built like a pro athlete, just dripping with sex appeal…and he's modest!" Cam then turned to me and raised her knee, banging it hard on the table's underside and wincing before she pushed it against my thigh. "Sweetie, if I hadn't been married, I would've jumped your bones myself!" She punctuated her statement by signaling a passing waitress for another round of drinks. 

Marsha declined, saying she had to get back to her office. I stood and shook her hand before she and Cam hugged goodbye, then she left. 

"Hope I didn't chase off your friend," I said.

"Marsha? Oh, no. She's a two-drink person," Cam assured, untangling her legs and raising her knee to see if it'd been bruised on the table. Sitting ninety degrees to my right, her short skirt pulled open as she rubbed her knee, which must have been sore. My lusty eyes looked straight between her legs as her pose revealed – yes! – thigh-high stockings, delectable creamy flesh at their tops, and an inviting triangle of light-colored bikini panties covering her vulva that made me want to drool. She smiled slightly as she caught me looking and very slowly crossed her legs, breaking the stone silence with the sensuous rasp of nylon-against-nylon.

"How's Darryl?" I asked, referring to her husband, an attorney that she'd worked full-time to put through law school several years before.

She suddenly turned very serious. "Of course, how would you know?" she murmured. "We divorced, Shaun, after I had a baby girl. I'm a single parent now. The whole thing ended up pretty nasty. It nearly destroyed me. Darryl was my life choice," she said absently.

I was shocked. As flirtatious as Cam could be…and as consummately feminine…it had been understood by all that her marriage was inviolate. Though I'd known that Darryl had a wandering eye, I'd been convinced that Cam would always be a faithful wife. That was one reason why we'd worked so well together. 

"I'm truly sorry, Cam," I said, cupping her hand in both of mine. "But, congratulations! A baby girl! I have a daughter, too, from my first marriage. She's almost twenty now."

"I remember. Do you ever hear from that woman you were living with? I've forgotten her name…the bisexual one who competed with you for women in your community theatre group?" she asked, saltily.

"Haven't for years now, but I'm still into theatre…I do a stage play every now and then, though my software business keeps me awfully busy." 

"You're probably better off. Sherri said that before you left the bank you were screwing actresses by the dozen. That's the thing that broke her heart. She got married on the rebound after you, y'know…to some rich housing developer from San Diego."

"I'm not surprised. Marriage is what she wanted and needed," I said, picturing the lovely, tall blonde as a wealthy businessman's trophy wife. "I liked Sherri, Cam – I mean really liked her – but getting married and starting another family when pushing 40 wasn't on my agenda." I lapsed for a moment into a remembrance of my fabulous sexual experiences with Cam's old girlfriend and former employee of mine. 

"After you, she got kind of desperate before she left the bank. Of course, I was having problems of my own," said Cam, herself staring blankly ahead as she recalled some distant mental image. "Migawd, look at the time! I've gotta get home and relieve my nanny. Here's my card…will you call me? Your office is out where you live, right?"

I wondered how she knew that. "Near there. The reason I'm here is I've got a new insurance client upstairs on the 40th floor," I said, slipping her a card. "I'm here several times a week. My car's downstairs in the underground garage. Can I drop you somewhere?" 

"That'd be great!" she said, and we hurried out. "I bought a townhouse here in the city…just a dozen blocks away," she puffed as we hastened to the garage elevator. She smiled as we slipped into my Jaguar sedan and crossed her legs again in that sensuous way. "Mmm, business must be good!" she purred, laying her head back against the leather and closing her eyes meditatively.

I pulled up to the curb in front of her fairly new, four-story building and said, "See you soon, I hope."

"You can bet on it, Shaun," she grinned. Leaning toward me, her hand slipped inside my suit jacket and squeezed my left pectoral as we hugged. Her soft lips grazed my cheek and I felt a glandular thrill as she gave me a peck. "After seeing you, tonight's gonna be a run down memory lane. Bye for now!"

All the way home, over dinner and afterward until bed, I daydreamed about those years before… about the stark contrasts of working with my former lover Sherri and her work mate Cam.

Time: Six Years Earlier

My first task on the new job six years before had been to meet my staff, one-on-one.

"You realize that there're a lot of bitter people on your staff," said Sherri, on the first day we met in my office. 

"I'm not surprised," I responded, trying to fix my eyes on hers, rather than her elegant body, as she sat in a side chair next to my desk. I'd worked with women for years yet was never comfortable when dealing with the more attractive ones. Aside from my insatiable sex drive, being a single, divorced man only complicated the problem. That's one reason why I seldom socialized with females at work, leaving my after hours time free for more pleasurable activities. 

"I'd like to help, if I can," she said, slowly swinging her shapely, nyloned calf up and down as she spoke. My eyes dropped to her long leg immediately – and the stiletto heel that she wore – captive of its seductive rhythm. A golden-blonde with hair cut below her shoulders, she was wearing a tailored maroon, faux-suede business suit with an above-the-knee skirt and an off-white silk blouse that matched her tan, butter-smooth complexion. Her green eyes – outlined in maroon shadow and brown mascara – were unblinking, and one elbow on her knee served as a fulcrum for her to lean her upper body – and her lovely breasts – toward me for emphasis. She noticed me appreciating all of her moves, waited for me to reply, then licked her broad, full lips, making them shine. 

I cleared my throat, driving the sensuous thoughts from my head, and went back to business. Without telling her, I knew that my first mission was to break up old power bases, reassign people, and urge recalcitrant older employees to retire early or – in the cases of younger, under-productive workers – to get them to look elsewhere for a means of livelihood. I hoped that she wasn't one of the ones I'd have to let go, because she was so damned gorgeous. And, regardless of my impressive title, I'd also been saddled with more responsibility than I had authority. To my disadvantage, therefore, Sherri's simmering sexuality made me vulnerable as an executive, especially given my knee-jerk sexual impulses. 

"I do need help," I said. "I'm interested in increasing productivity. I've been told that in the past, employee social lives have been liberally mixed with their professional obligations." Her face broke into a half-smile, and I sensed that she'd taken my statement as a sort of challenge. 

She was one of the bright, ambitious women who'd been hired a while before I arrived, and had bumped her head on the "glass ceiling." She'd been held down by a few incompetent male managers, and was frustrated at not being considered for promotions or rewarding transfers. So, when she and her fellow workers were assigned to me I encountered an atmosphere of incipient rebellion. 

"You're divorced, aren't you…and living with a woman?" she asked, raking her nails through her thick, golden mane. 

"I'm impressed. You've obviously done your research," I said smugly, reflecting on my less-than-satisfying relationship with my current, live-in girlfriend, about whom Sherri knew nothing. But I was used to baiting female staff. It'd kept me on my toes for years. I was 37. After getting my Ph.D. in management I'd spent seven years at a think tank, working my way up to second in command of an entire division, made up mostly of women and two lone males. That's one reason why I'd been hired as a VP by the bank; that's also why my advance reputation had ruffled many female feathers. It was assumed that I was a rank sexist. 

"We'll have to trade war stories," she said. "I've been divorced for four years. We could get acquainted over lunch…or drinks; maybe with Cam and her husband."

I knew then that Sherri would be challenging to supervise. In our first meeting alone, meant to introduce ourselves to one another, this 30-year-old divorcee from Chicago had begun her hustle. Very shrewd! I thought, inviting me out with a fellow employee and her husband! I was secretly flattered and a bit intrigued. She was tall and athletic, about 5'10" in heels, and carried a curvaceous 36C-24-38 body that looked as hard as iron. Built for endurance, a lot like that blonde evening newscaster on CNN, I thought to myself as I appraised her physically. I looked ahead with some anticipation to the next day when I'd meet the fellow employee she'd just mentioned, the equally impressive Camden. 

When Camden arrived, I wasn't immediately sure of her agenda, since she nosed around the office rather presumptuously, like a restless, curious animal, getting to know me by observing – sniffing around – my lair. One psychological school of thought would say she was insecure and fearful. 

"Mind if I just wander for a minute?" she asked, arrogantly, as she sashayed across the room. "This office used to be so boring; you've done some interesting things." She checked out a picture of my daughter on my desk, murmuring, "Cute little girl." She perused a collection of fiction I had in a bookcase separate from my business books, and spent a while reading the name plates on a few trophies, a couple of which were awards for amateur stage acting. While she did this, I pretended to be engrossed in reading a report while sitting on a corner of my desk. I could outwait her. And sure enough, my inattention apparently caused her some discomfort, since she wandered over to me, apparently unused to being ignored. I then led a casual stroll to the two sofas. She eased herself down onto one of them, curling a leg under herself, and I sat across from her in the other. My groin pulsed as I got a great look at her stupendous, muscular lower body. Here was a woman whose sexiness seemed unselfconscious, almost an afterthought. 

Breaking the silence, I said, "Well, Camden, I'll be direct…". 

"Please call me Cam," she interrupted.

"Okay…Cam…what do you see yourself doing in five years?"

She stuttered, for the moment nonplussed. "I…I've never been asked that by a boss before." Then she regained control. "I'd hope at least to be a Vice President…maybe to have your job."

"Well, I hope that you do. I can't imagine doing the same job for five years," I said, endorsing her goal. "Any plans for a family?" I asked, knowing that it was an "illegal" question in Human Resources lingo.

"Not at the moment," she replied, cautiously. Then she launched into a long description of her life with husband Darryl, their time at college and his law school years, until the present. "You should meet him," she said. "Why don't we go for drinks after work soon so we can really talk! I know Sherri would love to come along, too."

The two women had obviously been scheming. I agreed, confident that I could handle two female employees with an ambitious agenda. Two nights later we met at the bar in the basement of the headquarters building. As we drank, Sherri fawned over me, hanging on my every word to the point that even Cam's husband, Darryl, took notice. Not that I cared what he thought, particularly. He struck me as shallow and sneeringly over-confident. He was proud that he'd become a lawyer, though he'd gotten a law degree from an unknown school and his wife had shouldered the financial burden. I also noticed that his eyes followed every attractive woman in the room.

A couple of drinks later Cam excitedly agreed to audition in a couple of months for a play that I was going to produce for my community theatre group, since she'd made a point of bragging about her stage experience. I wanted to see how good she truly was on stage, even though it was clear that Darryl was displeased at the prospect of her dabbling in acting now that she was out of college and a working professional. They both left soon thereafter to leave Sherri and me alone together.

"Cam's excited about auditioning. Clever of you to ask her," said Sherri. 

"Do you know them well?" I asked.

She hesitated before answering, stirred her drink with her finger, and looked directly at me. "Very  well. Why d'you ask?" 

"Just curious," I replied. The truth was, I'd sensed something between she and Darryl – a nervous feeling of unspoken familiarity – chiefly from him.

"Darryl's very possessive. He likes to be in control," Sherri said.

"Well, I'll bet he has his hands full with Cam," I cautioned, which caused her to chuckle.

"You'd be surprised. He can be very persuasive," she said. "But what about you? How's your sex life?"

"Uhh…fine. I mean, I live with a woman, and we both have friends." I was surprised as to how the conversation had suddenly turned to matters of the flesh.

"You mean, you have sex with other people," she said forwardly, to which I blanched. "It's okay, Shaun. My sex life is pretty open, too. I sleep with whomever I wish."

"Did you when you were married?" I asked.

"No, even though I was tempted and not getting enough sex. My ex-husband was…is…a brain surgeon with a very busy schedule, but I chose to remain faithful. Since I'd always wanted to have children I didn't take a lover…though I was nearly driven to it on more than one occasion." 

"Probably wise," I mumbled. "Listen, I should go. But first I have to go upstairs and get my laptop before I go to my car." 

"Mind if I come with you?" she asked, as we both rose from the table. She didn't wait for my answer, instead weaving her arm through mine as we left the bar and made for the elevators upstairs.


Addictive Choices Ch. 01



The building was nearly deserted, so we had to sign in with Security. Inside the empty elevator I stood in a back corner with Sherri next to me. In a flash she turned to me, grabbed my tie and pulled my face to her wide-open mouth for a wet, tonguing kiss. Her firm, tall body came alive in my arms, and she whimpered and I moaned as our hands frantically groped one another's hot spots. We broke as the elevator door opened on our floor. 

"Whoa," I gasped, as she looked up at me with lidded eyes that could only be described as hungry with lust. I felt light-headed, and it wasn't from the drinks I'd had. 

"I have to pee before we go any further," she said matter-of-factly, as we stopped outside the women's restroom on the way to our department.

"Okay, I'll wait," I said, still sporting half an erection from our clinching in the elevator.

"I don't want you to wait," she giggled, pulling me into the restroom, then into the large stall for the handicapped. Arresting me with her green eyes, she locked the door, pulled up her skirt to reveal her succulent, toned loins, and down went her pantyhose as she sat on the toilet. My disbelief at watching this gorgeous female employee pee – and listening to it splash into the bowl – was soon interrupted as she unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. A quick tug at my boxers and my dick – half-hard and rising – looped out from under my shirt tail. "Oooh, Shaun, if only I'd known you were so fine…I wouldn't have waited for two whole days," she crooned as she stroked my thick, 8" probe with one soft hand. "C'mere, lemme taste," she murmured, and parted her hot, wet lips widely to slowly work my hardening cock deeply into her velvety mouth an inch at a time. 

This was too good to be true, I thought, releasing a groan of pleasure as her head began bobbing to and fro, and moaning as my glans filled the snug cavern at the top of her throat. One of her hands still gripped my prick at its base, while the other pulled off her shoes and pantyhose. The fact that she wore no panties said volumes about her, I'd soon learn. Sherri would always be ready to fuck.

I gripped her beautiful face softly to guide her, and soon she was taking my full length into her throat, stopping and cycling back only when her nose pressed against my stomach. My eyes were closed and I faced toward the ceiling in ecstasy, as the slick noises of my dick probing her gullet resounded throughout the room. "Ooohh…Gawwd," I moaned, as she brought me to maximum hardness, then grabbed my hands and placed them on her naked breasts, which she'd bared while first sucking me. I kneaded the large, firm globes softly, and pulled outward on her rubbery nipples, finally getting used to this relative stranger's aggressiveness, as Sherri pulled her mouth off of my angry, veiny member and stroked it languorously. 

"Look at that!" she exclaimed, seemingly in wonderment, as her expert fingers opened and closed over my spongy glans while she rose off the toilet to stand up. "Sit down, sweetie. I've gotta have you inside me," she whispered. 

I took her place on the stool and she straddled my knees, then reached up and caressed her shaven labia softly, bringing her moist fingers to my lips to taste her rich nectar as she lowered herself to my erection. A spasm of feeling hit us both as my shaft parted her pussy and I teased it back and forth from her clit to her perineum, causing a drawn-out moan from her before she slowly settled downward, accepting me deeply into her center.

For a moment we sat fused, then she began to move in a circular motion, stirring her seething insides with my rampant prick. I clutched her to myself, mouthing one of her nipples, and she brought my head closer so that I could suckle and nibble more of her succulent breast while I palmed the other. I soon abandoned squeezing her tits, however, now more mindful of her hips. Reaching around, I grabbed a buttock in each hand and began helping her lift on and off of my staff, slowly at first but accelerating as we established the familiar rhythm of fucking. 

"Mmmm…you're so goddam…wet!" I muttered into her ear as we sped our movements.

"You make…me wet," she gasped. "From the first…time I saw you…I knew I'd fuck you. I was sure…you'd be good!" she said haltingly between plunges. 

That spurred me on. I began lifting myself off the toilet seat, spearing upward into her cunt as she thrust downward. For many minutes the sounds of our bodies slapping together bounced off the walls and our passionate outcries filled the air with bestial abandon. The smells of our coupling – Sherri's juices and my sweat – intermingled as our loins meshed in a continuous staccato tattoo. After a while I felt her movements falter as she began to contract inside with sudden, involuntary seizures. It was all I could do to stammer out the question: "Gonna cum, baby?" 

"Oh…ooh…oooh, yeeahh!" she exhaled, whimpering out her answer as she nipped me softly on the side of the neck with her full lips. "I'm gonna…cum so…haaaarrrd! Oh, Gawd…Oh, fuck! Oh, Shaau-uunn!" she screamed as her vagina tightened on my prick with irregular spasms in what felt like a magnificent orgasm. She finished her screaming into my mouth as she kissed me deeply and shuddered into an afterglow until…silence. All was now still as her head lolled on my shoulder, with the only sign of life being my cock, which still pulsed inside her, massaging her cervix.

"That was something!" I murmured. She pulled back, looked into my eyes with a dreamy glance, and captured my mouth, drooling into it with her tongue as she whimpered little sounds of post-coital tenderness. 

"You're still hard," she muttered in a few moments, sliding off my lap and squatting between my knees while once again gripping my stiff prick. "I'm gonna drink your cum," she said, softly, and opened her mouth widely to sink onto me all the way to her tonsils. "C'mon, honey, cum for me. Give it all to me. Cum in my hot mouth. Lemme swallow it. I know you want to," she intoned obscenely, punctuating each short statement with a deep plunge onto my cock. Then, all that was heard was the liquid, smacking sound of her lips as her saliva ran down my balls to pool on the floor a couple of feet beneath her bobbing head. 

I looked down at this beautiful woman whom I hardly knew, and she was staring up at me with glazed green eyes. I groaned as she fondled my balls with one hand and jacked me in a corkscrew motion with the other hand outside her vacuuming mouth. Her smooth, fair face was misshapen as she'd dropped her tongue and opened her throat to me to noisily accept my root. I reached down to softly caress her cheeks as she continued to pleasure me, and she growled deeply in her larynx, shaking her blonde head rapidly like a puppy with a toy in its jaws. 

My breathing began to rasp as I gritted my teeth to forestall an orgasm. Sherri noticed this and pulled her mouth off of me to slowly stroke my full length with both hands in tandem. "Oooh, Sherri," I moaned, unable to think of anything better to say.

"Yeah, baby, cum for me," she soothed encouragingly, holding my corona just below her lower lip and slipping her fingers wetly over it. "C'mon…cum on my face…cum in my mouth," she cooed agonizingly softly as the tingles began in my lower legs. "C'mon, Shaun…gimme your sweet cum," she whispered after spitting a healthy glob of saliva on my glans and rubbing it down the shaft. 

"Yeah…yeah…yeah," I gasped as I finally gave in to my rising climax. "I'm…aahooh, fuck!" I bellowed as her slow-moving, relentless hands took me over the edge. The first of many splashes bolted from me as a single rope of cum looped up over her face to leave a broad, sticky streak from her chin to the part in her hair. She then moved to her knees from her squatting position and pulled my cock down to nest its tip just inside her pink lower lip as her hands continued to milk me. "Uh-huh, uh-huh…uh-huh," she voiced as I fired shot after shot into her demanding mouth. Her tongue stirred my load, as I continued to pump semen onto it, which she did for my visual benefit. Finally, as I shuddered to stillness, she swallowed the entire mouthful with a resounding gulp. As I leaned back fully relaxed, she ran a finger down her face, gathering the spunk that had splashed there, and licked the digit clean.

"Feel free to get used to that," she said, smugly, as she got up and kissed me lightly, exhaling the laundry bleach-like odor of semen into my face. "It's just the beginning."

No one has spoken more prophetic words, as they launched a steamy affair that Sherri and I carried on for the next many months. It was devoted purely to sex and – unlike previous relationships that I'd had – it was with a subordinate employee who had no hesitation about fucking me anytime, anywhere. Every venue was fair game, in my car in the parking garage, in my office after hours, or standing under the bleachers at a weekend company softball game. Though she said that it was only to keep me interested, I couldn't help but wonder if Sherri was a slave – as I'd always been – to ravenous, sexual appetites. 

Watch for Chapter 2, coming soon! In the meantime, please vote and send feedback. Many thanks.



Addictive Choices Ch. 02



This is the second in a series of stories making up a novella. To fully get the message, do yourself a favor and read Ch. 01. As always, please vote and send constructive feedback. Your helpful comments are much appreciated. 

Time: Five or More Years Ago

I'd worked at bank headquarters for several months and one of my employees, Sherri, and I were well into a steamy affair. Given my addiction to sex I'd previously kept it in the closet and avoided physical contact with workers, yet this one was different. She was a certifiable fuck freak.

Tall, golden blonde and athletic, the 30-year-old divorcee was as devoted to the sexual arts as was I. She was also a risk-taker, meaning that she'd tease me into a tryst wherever we might be…at work, out at night in a restaurant parking lot, or in the thousand places one can find in a mall during a weekend shopping spree. My obsession with her eventually ended my relationship with Elaine, the bisexual woman with whom I was living, who moved out after being with me for five years. This opened my after-work life up to an abundance of new female candidates and – Sherri notwithstanding – it was as if a dam had burst there were so many women. My hobby was producing plays, and I used my own acting ability to charm them all, with the goal of nailing as many as I could. 

On the first weekend after Elaine's departure, I invited a scrumptious, 20-year-old, raven-haired actress of Hispanic descent – Carlita – over for an evening. She was a very young-looking student in the Drama Department at the local community college that had produced a couple of Hollywood starlets. She played young ingénues in the college's productions, and had flirted shamelessly with me at a party a few weeks before, hoping that I'd cast her in a production in my community theatre company. Just as shamelessly, I plied her with wine during dinner and afterward on this night while we read a few scenes from a comedy I would soon produce. 

For a 20-year-old Carlita had the cunning perspective of an experienced woman twice her age. Born of Chilean parents, she possessed the womanly wiles of the archetypal south-of-the-border Latina yet her body bore all the healthy features of North American upbringing, including vitamins and exercise. Her skin was pale, and contrasted beautifully with her flashing brown eyes and thick black hair that grew to the middle of her back. Her face was oval, like that of a painter's model, and her mouth was wide, able to light the darkest room with a smile. The rosy color of her bow-like lips captivated me – negating the need for lipstick – as if she were on a steady diet of raspberries. 

But the most compelling thing about her was that she looked so young. When first meeting her I checked her driver's license and was astonished that she was twenty years old. When she arrived at my door this night I was amazed at the sexy way she was dressed. She wore a black, one-piece outfit that went over one shoulder, showing the tops of her flawless 34B breasts and half of her back. Connected with the top was a gauzy portion that covered her midriff, which in turn was connected to a pair of very brief black shorts that covered her private parts. To make the whole thing a "dress," the bottom was covered with a knee-length gauzy skirt that extended to mid-thigh. From behind, I could see through the skirt that what I'd first thought were shorts were nothing more than a disguised thong. 

As we were reading a scene from the play after dinner she paused, putting her book down on the floor next to herself and asked, "Why haven't you hit on me, Shaun?"

"Beg your pardon?" being as cool as I could be, though I'd been thinking how I'd get into her pants without being too rapacious.

"You heard me. Your reputation…I see the hustle you put on other women…why haven't you given me a shot?" she asked, stretching her 34B-22-34 body like a cat. 

"Maybe it's because I'm twice your age…almost," I responded. Playing hard-to-get was always part of the game.

"That's an excuse, not a reason," she pouted, and started to crawl across the room toward where I was seated. When she reached me, she stood up on her knees between my outspread thighs. "Is it because I'm not big enough for your taste?" she asked, nestling her breasts from underneath in her palms.

"No. Five-feet-four is tall enough for me," I said, purposely misunderstanding her. Like a cat, I wanted to tease my prey…repeatedly…before I pounced for the kill.

"Stop treating me like a child!" she scolded. "Why can't you just…".

I interrupted her. "Fuck you? Is that all you want? You think I'll cast you in a play just for a piece of ass? If I fuck you, baby, it'll be for more personal reasons than that." I stood up, towering threateningly over her as she knelt, and started toward the kitchen to get more wine. She stopped me by grabbing onto my thigh. Her restraining touch caused my cock to stir in one pant leg. 

"There's no reason to get angry. When we first met, I thought we were simpatico. I could have been wrong," she said dejectedly, without removing her hand.

Just a little closer, I thought to myself. It's so much sweeter when they realize what they might have missed, when they first touch it…and feel it. 

"Sorry, Carlita. I've been stressed at work lately and am a bit short-tempered," I said, playing for sympathy. I quickly sat down again, allowing her to cross her arms on my lap. As she nestled more closely she felt my erection in my pant leg, and I was awarded the look of recognition given a man by a woman that says further conversation is unnecessary. 

Her movements were fluid. She leaned up with one hand on my chest and kissed me deeply, her surprisingly long tongue poking nearly to my tonsils. Then she tugged at my belt buckle and unzipped my pants which fell open to my crotch. I'd purposely not worn underwear this night, so my gnarled cock poked up at her young face, its veins protruding with blood. "Wow!" she said, leaning back and studying the rampant object before her. "You're really big…so thick!" she continued, clearly mesmerized by what I'd always considered to be the most important part of my anatomy. She apparently thought so as well, since she grasped me at the base of my prick and – very slowly – slathered the crown of my shaft with her pink, fleshy tongue. My dick reacted as would any animal's…preening and rearing its head for more. And Carlita didn't miss a thing, attentive as any good actress is to a responsive audience.

"Mmmmnnn," she mewled and licked me lavishly again, watching once more for my pulsing response. She got what she was looking for, since my prick jumped two or three times in appreciation, making her sigh and climb onto the couch next to me. She leaned toward me on one elbow and spread her drawn-back legs apart, her diaphanous skirt whispering down her thighs. I placed my hand lightly on the back of her head, gathering her black hair in one fist, and guided her hot open mouth onto my prick. Mewling again, she took me to the top of her throat half-a-dozen times, then reached between her legs to pull aside the crotch of her thong and diddle her clit with two fingers before returning to suck me slowly and deeply. 

She was good, awfully good, as her cheeks hollowed time after time to take me deeper into her throat. As she did so, she began flicking her tongue outside her mouth on the underside of my dick so that, when I slipped into her throat for a long moment, she drove me half crazy by licking my bloated testicles. 

I had to see and touch this young beauty now. My lustful fingers peeled the stretchy top of her dress off the one shoulder, exposing her pert young breasts, the rosy nipples of which now grazed my hairy thigh as she serviced my rod. I got to my knees with the intention of 69'ing her, and got the first close look at her incomparable pussy. It was clean shaven except for a half-inch strip of black hair above her plump, virginal-looking slit. Below it her moist outer labia barely covered a swollen clitoris the sight of which caused me to salivate. Her vacuuming mouth didn't miss a stroke as I eased down between her legs and stretched her thong to one side before tasting her. With two fingers I spread her lips and opened her like a ripe fig, revealing her red inner vaginal lining covered with sweet nectar. It palpitated with each rapid heartbeat and smelled slightly of perspiration and a hint of peppered shrimp as my voracious tongue dug into its depths. She gave a pronounced groan as I first sucked up the rich juices from inside her, then concentrated on flicking at her clit with my tongue. 

As I alternated between sucking at her opening and licking her engorged nubbin, her groans developed into moans, until finally she pulled off of my cock to begin thrusting her mound at me while calling my name. "Ahh!...ahh!...ahh!" she added with closed eyes, returning now to my cock with her hand and jerking it furiously. "Ohhh…gonna make me cu-ummm," she said, whimpering, as she began drooling little kisses all over my groin. Finally, to push her over the edge, I reached up with both hands and touched her nipples, pulling at the puffy little pink thimbles. She screamed at the contact, "Eeee-yeeaahhh! Yeeaahhh! Yeeaahhh!" as her orgasm struck her and turned her young flesh into knots while she hammered her crotch against my slobbering lips. Her thighs clamped closed against my ears and opened as she thrust again, then closed and opened again…something she repeated for a full minute until finally she relaxed and – giggling embarrassedly – said, "Ohhhh…I've never had a climax like that in my life!"

I've heard that too many times before, sweetheart, I thought cynically as I finished undressing first her, then myself. Naked, she was breathtaking, weighing no more than 105 pounds, with firm B-cup breasts and a muscular torso that flared into hard, round, hips. Uncertain as to my agenda, she was completely submissive, and fell easily into my embrace, which raised her off the floor, allowing her to lock her gorgeous legs around my waist by the heels as I slipped into her halfway to my scrotum. I thrust into her a second and third time – the last to my balls – bringing a deep gasp from her lungs and stimulating an even deeper kiss. This could turn into one of the better sport fucks I've had in a long time, I said to myself as I repeatedly raised Carlita's small body off my rampant prong while rutting with her in a standing position. Her energy and enthusiasm, coupled with her vocal expressions of appreciation, caused me to dig deeply into my bag of sexual tricks. 

I started with a finger up her rectum, sliding it slowly in one knuckle at a time. When I approached the third knuckle, her colon gripped my digit tightly and she stopped thrusting up and down, apparently content to slide to and fro while rubbing her clit against my member. Her second orgasm was telegraphed by her trembling hips which – with her passionate cries – ended in a fit of screaming, as well as a scratching and biting of my shoulders and upper pectorals. One long "Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes" was her shout as she peaked, then her body quivered and relaxed by turns as she came down. Tired by this time, I fell to the couch in a heap with her perspiring frame glued to mine, her legs spread open widely across my lap with my erect prick still poking at her cervix.

I began stroking her front with my large hands, caressing the baby-soft globes of her breasts and rolling the corky tips of her nipples between my fingers as if they were clay. She groaned deeply in response and began rising and falling – humping – on my turgid cock as it girded itself for another round. As I manipulated her tits, she responded by probing my mouth with her thick, lengthy tongue, seeking out those places only a good tooth brushing can find. As she tongued me, she mewled with pleasure like a small puppy, particularly when I returned an especially deep kiss with an answering deep upward plunge of my hips. 

We were both sweating profusely now, and I'd slid forward on the couch to allow her greater leverage in screwing down onto me. It also allowed me to nibble her nipples – first one, then the other – with my lips. As we progressed, I used my teeth and, as her plunging onto my cock became frenetic, she began a litany exhorting me to bite her…then bite her harder. Soon she began growling like a feral animal deeply in her throat as she humped me. Her cunt hammered at my groin with blinding speed as her juices soaked my pubic hair. Then she suddenly slowed and began trembling inside, signaling on onrushing orgasm, at which point I wormed my middle finger into her rectum again. I could feel her vaginal muscles quivering as I drove it deeper, and she began shrieking as I fucked her ass with my long finger. "Aahhhg…aahhhg," she grunted as I plundered both of her nether holes. Then she whimpered once, froze and was immobile, holding her breath, finally to exhale, shouting "Aaaaaahhhhhhggg…mmmmnn, yeeaaahhhh," and collapsed in a heap against me. 

She lay there, limp as a dishrag for the longest time, while regaining her breath, then whispered in my ear, "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?" I asked.

"How did you know…to…to do my ass that way?" she questioned shyly.

"It's all part of the package, sweetheart," I said in a comforting, avuncular way.

"Will you do it again? Now, I mean. It makes me feel so full…so out of control…so mastered," she admitted, quietly.

Whatever in your past has made you an anal submissive, I can live with, I thought, thanking my good fortune. A 20-year-old offering me her ass! Wait 'til my therapist hears about this! "Sure, baby, just turn around. Do you need any lubricant?" I asked, since I had a tube of KY jelly downstairs in my bedroom.

"Ohh…no. Spit always seems to do the trick," said this comparative child…going on 40. She faced away from me, putting her feet flat on my thighs, and spat in her hand. She then coated her asshole liberally with saliva and eased herself down onto me, easily accepting my glans inside her anal sphincter. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," she exhaled as I penetrated her. "Tell you what, Shaun…I'll control the up 'n' down…if you'll tickle my clitoris." 

That way you'll get excited and won't think about the pain this must be causing, I thought, as I saw my bone disappear further into her colon. This girl was such a trouper that she could be one of my regulars – I told the addictive spook that haunted my conscience – as she took more of me into her with each downward push, echoing her gradual accomplishments with a verbal "Nnngghhh." And as I rubbed her clit lovingly, she seemed to impart an incomprehensible life to her bowels, as if they'd come to serve a new purpose other than an avenue for waste. They began to flex, grasping at me with a soothing elasticity that I'd not experienced before. I'd never cum in a woman's ass, but – I mused – everyone is a virgin at something. So my mind was set…my fate was sealed. As one of her supporting hands left my thighs to stroke my balls, I began to feel the desire to climax. Planted on me fully, this child-woman was coaxing seed from me that heretofore had found sanctuary only in oral or genital caverns, but it hardly mattered. I'd made "the Chilean connection"…and it was good. 

"Aaaggghhh…shiiiit!" I growled, as my seed raced into Carlita's colon. Time after time I shot bolts of hot spunk into her bottom. "Unngh…unngh…unngh," I grunted as she soundlessly – yet sensitively – rubbed her butt against my gonads until they'd emptied. She didn't stop until I did, showing a certain empathy, then quietly got up off me to close her anus and keep my jizzum inside her. 

She sat across my lap with her legs drawn up and said, "Mmmm, that feels good. Uuh…do you mind if I stay the night? I've had a lot of wine and am afraid to drive. Besides, we're just getting acquainted…aren't we!"

The rest of the night in my bedroom we got much closer. We awoke Saturday morning after a rollicking night of fucking, during which she demonstrated the canine position to be her favorite. She obviously did her best to impress me as she worked her willowy body like a contortionist, offering all of her orifices up to me as an implicit promise of even greater things to come. 

We nursed our light hangovers with a late breakfast. On our way back to bed, another theatre acquaintance dropped by unannounced. Her name was Susan, a chestnut-haired, bisexual, professional actress in her thirties with whom I'd worked on previous plays, and had shared carnally with my previous girlfriend. After a few afternoon margaritas, the two women and I fell into bed to enjoy an hour or two of salacious pleasure, which allowed more of Carlita's imaginative talents – this time Sapphic – to be shown. 

The phone rang as I lay back with a woman under each arm, both of whom were taking a post-coital nap. I smelled like some large, unwashed beast, covered as I was with their combined juices, yet I was far from being sated. It was my number one girlfriend Sherri calling. "Hi! Just happened to be in your neighborhood and wondered if I could drop in and visit!" she said, brightly. 

"Uuuhh…I was just about to take a shower. Where are you?" I asked.

"In front of your house. I'm on my cell phone," she replied.

What could I do or say? She'd driven over twenty miles from home! I couldn't just turn her away without seeing her! "Might as well come in," I relented. "I'll be in my robe. Hope you won't be shocked."

"Are you kidding?" she laughed, as the doorbell rang. Not much shocked Sherri.

I slipped out from between my two female visitors, trying not to disturb them, and into a bathrobe as I made my way a half-flight upstairs to the front door landing. My heart was beating rapidly as I contemplated the worst of what might happen. On opening the door there she was, wearing a light blue, sleeveless tennis dress that zipped up the front, the skirt of which reached mid-thigh, showing her flawless, creamy legs. She hugged me closely and moaned as she lifted her head to give me a deep, probing kiss. 

"Mmmm…you've been drinking, and…" she whispered.

"Yeah…a margarita. Want one?" I asked, turning quickly to lead her another half-flight upstairs to the living room and kitchen…anything to draw her away from my downstairs bedroom. 

"No, thanks," she said, giving me a suspicious look as she laid her purse on the couch, bending over just enough so that I could see her naked bottom under her skirt. "This is what I want," she purred, opening my robe and running her hand down my flaccid cock, which was still sticky from several hours' worth of two women's discharge. She looked up at me, quickly sniffed her palm, and added, "You've been fucking, too! I thought you smelled pretty ripe. Anybody I know?"

"Just…a friend," I said, deeply embarrassed. What would she say or do if she knew about our threesome?

"Is she here?" she asked.

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Don't worry, Shaun. You and I aren't married. I should've called ahead," she said. "I don't want to disturb your guest. But we should clean you up. Let's try to keep quiet," she whispered, holding her finger to my lips to shush me. With that she slid to her knees and – as always – in an instant I was a willing slave to her extraordinary mouth as her full lips engulfed my member. She seemed to take particular joy in lapping up the fetid womanly juices on my cock and balls, as she hummed to herself while raising my hard-on. So much so that I pulled her off her knees and led her to my sofa where I shrugged off my robe and sat down, then arranged her body so that she could blow me while her thighs were on my shoulders, making for what was to me a very comfortable "69." 




Addictive Choices Ch. 02



Sherri tasted delicious, as usual, and began whimpering as I split her labia with my tongue, taking long, enjoyable licks from her anus to her clitoris. She was wet to begin with, then her pussy began drooling after a few seconds. After a minute or so her crotch was soaking as she oozed rivulets of tasty sauce from her excited vagina. She was ready, and I was immediately so blinded by lust that I leapt at the chance to score my third different woman that day. 

"Let's fuck, sweetie," I muttered as I slid her off my shoulders. She moaned as I straddled her over my lap, turned away from me. Raising her skirt, I held her waist firmly and watched as she arched her lovely back – pushing her silken ass backward – and took my rampant prick deeply into her hard, hot body. 

She looked around at me, turning her head partially, and her breath came in short gasps through her open mouth as she rose and fell on my dick. I reached around to her front and started to unzip her dress – which she finished doing for me – baring her entire front so that I could squeeze and pluck at her corky nipples as we fucked. "Oooh…Shaun…it's so goddam…goo-uud!" she whined, prompting me to look down to see her pink inner lips stretch and pull out as they grasped my retreating tan cock on each out-stroke. 

Our pace increased, aided by Sherri grasping my knees and leaning forward so that she could plunge her hips down onto me rapidly. As usual, she began keening in her throat out of enjoyment, then moaning aloud…loudly enough to awaken Susan, apparently, since the next thing I knew I looked up to see her standing and watching us fuck from the stair landing. At least she'd found one of my robes to wear, I thought, as she moved quietly toward us.

"Hi," was all I could say as Sherri looked up to see our audience of one.

"Hi, yourself, you ol' horn dog," Susan joked. "Where did you find this yummy number?" she asked, slipping out of her borrowed robe and dropping to her knees between my legs as Sherri continued to hump me. I was surprised that she didn't recoil as Susan began stroking her vulva, causing her vagina to palpitate rapidly around my cock. And I was shocked when Sherri responded with a squeal of delight as Susan's practiced tongue snaked out to lap at the soaking pussy I was screwing, just as she had done a couple of hours earlier downstairs when I'd been pronging the passionate young Carlita.

A green light! I thought, as my hands went around Sherri's body to pull her back to my chest and allow Susan to lap away at our junction. Sherri's hands immediately entangled themselves in Susan's short, curly, dark-red hair, pulling the woman's face into her crotch as I drove resolutely up into her. 

"Ahhh…Gaawwdd," intoned Sherri, shaking her head rapidly as her swollen clit was being worshipped by my friend. "Jeezuss…yeahhh…" she continued, as her excitement mounted and she began to bounce uncontrollably on my lap. "Aww…fuuuck…Shauuuun!" she finally yelled, as Susan burrowed into her vulva with a vengeance and I speared her vagina to her cervix from below. Her orgasm appeared to be cosmic. In any case, it disabled her for a few minutes. But not me. I was in a priapic state…one where it takes hours for my erection to go down.

As Sherri came out of her afterglow, she – all of us – looked up and saw Carlita standing at the top of the stair landing. The girl was naked, and scratching idly at the narrow strip of pubic hair above her slit that she'd carefully trimmed. She'd watched Susan and I work Sherri to a climax, and was walking toward us, giving the three of us the impression that she'd participate. 

"Oohh, no," murmured Sherri, wiggling to escape my grasp after she'd seen Carlita at the top of the stairs, with her black hair cascading around her shoulders like a barely-pubescent teenager. "My Gawd, Shaun, what've you been doing? She's just a child!" she exclaimed, standing up and struggling to zip up her tennis dress. "I'm sorry, but I can't…can't…I won't…I mean, she looks underage…just a kid!" 

"Sherri!" I croaked, trying to right the situation and change her mind.

It didn't work. I'd obviously crossed the line about what was acceptable to her sexually, and had – to her mind – intentionally committed a cardinal sin.

Fully dressed by now, she grabbed her purse and strode past me. "You're a pervert…running a fucking zoo here!" she fumed, and walked out, slamming the front door. I wondered at that moment if Carlita's perceived age was the true reason she'd left in such a huff. 

I started to yell, "Sherri…she's 20!" It hardly mattered, though, since she'd mistakenly seen me as a sexually-addicted cradle-robber, consumed by my hunger to mate with any female, in this case the younger the better. 

During the following weeks there was a gradual cooling in my relationship with Sherri, but only at the start of each tryst. Once she was into fucking, there was little that could dissuade her from the pleasure at hand. She'd chosen to continue our protracted, office-based affair, yet the bond between us had been irreparably strained and her previous carnal glee had devolved into an "I'm more jaded than you" sort of attitude. The episode with Carlita had obviously altered her plans for making me a matrimonial candidate, and had convinced her that I was just another sick fucker flirting with what she thought was jail bait. 

The night scheduled for Cam's play audition arrived. It was arranged that Sherri would drive Cam and Darryl to my place, pick me up, then the four of us would go to the theatre. When Cam's turn to read for her part came, I noticed that Sherri and Darryl had left, apparently to go outside for some air. Cam read very well, and was asked by the director to read opposite other characters against whom she might be playing. At the end of the audition Cam was offered the part, which she hesitatingly accepted. Privately, she consulted me. 

"I'll have to clear it with Darryl, Shaun. Three months of rehearsals and performances after work will take a big bite out of our lives," she cautioned, looking around worriedly for her husband and her girlfriend. 

"Let us know by the end of the week, okay?" I requested. By now the auditions were finished and everyone else had left. Cam and I then sat down and waited for Sherri and Darryl to return, which they did…an hour later. 

As they walked in I noticed Sherri's unsteady gait and watery eyes. She'd clearly been drinking, yet appeared glad to see me, since she walked up to me and – since our longtime sexual relationship was no secret to Cam and her husband – gave me a deep, probing kiss. The familiar bouquet of alcohol hit my nostrils…and so did the unmistakable scent and taste of semen. I pulled away from her to look knowingly into her eyes and their glazed look did little to disguise the fact that she'd recently sucked Darryl's cock, probably outside in the car. Much as she'd felt with me and my current relationship with the luscious Carlita, so now I felt a loss of respect for my sexy employee and lover. My main concern was to keep my suspicions from Cam, since I feared her husband's infidelity would compromise her marriage. I truly wanted to protect her from hurt feelings. 

Later in the week, on Saturday night, I hosted a cocktail party and invited Sherri, Cam and Darryl along with several other friends. Cam kept to herself during much of the evening, conversing with me only once to tell me that she couldn't take the part she'd been offered in my play. No explanation was offered, but I suspected that the decision had not been hers alone. Several times I caught her looking sadly at me – as if she wanted to tell me something – but I chalked it up to a difference of opinion with her husband. As was so often the case with me, I chose not to become involved with the domestic squabbles of others.

The following week I sent Sherri and Cam out of town for a two-day in-service training workshop. On their return they briefed me on the trip and how they'd implement some of their new-found knowledge in our department. On that same day Cam dropped by my office, sitting close to me at my desk, something she'd not often done until that time. It appeared that she was about to take me into her confidence.

"I just thought you should know…Sherri, uuh, slept with a guy she met at the workshop," she blurted, clearly relieved to impart the information. 

"So?" I asked, confused as to why she'd tattle on her friend. "Sherri's a big girl. I don't own her."

"I know, but…well…I mean, I know you like her…and I'd…I'd hate to see you get hurt," she said, indicating for the first time a personal feeling for me. I got the feeling that she wanted to divulge a lot more.

"I appreciate that, Cam, but what she does is her choice." It was time, I thought, to disassociate myself from this ongoing soap opera. 

"Well…do you wanna hear about it?" she asked, itching to share some gossip.

"If you want to tell me," I said, guardedly. At that point, nothing that Sherri did sexually would surprise me. "I'll tell you if I want you to stop, okay?"

"Well…" she began, lowering her voice so that anyone passing in my office corridor couldn't hear, "…we met this guy in the workshop. He was cute and all, but kind of immature, you know? Anyway, a bunch of us had dinner together, and he was one of them. On the way back to the hotel he and a buddy of his hitched a ride with us, since I had a rental car. That's when it got dicey."

"Whattaya mean, 'dicey'," I asked. 

"Dirty, Shaun. I mean, Sherri started making out with him in the back seat. I looked in the rear-view mirror and he was groping between her legs and her blouse was open with her tits hanging out."

"Yeah, what happened then?" I inquired, suddenly very interested in one of my lover's episodes.

"Well, the guy's buddy – I don't know if they knew each other all that well, anyway, the guy riding in front with me, who was married – asked me to let him out in front of the hotel. I did, he thanked me, and I drove to the underground parking garage."

"And by this time Sherri was blowing the guy she'd hooked up with," I said, concluding Cam's story.

"Gawd, you're perceptive!" she stated. "Yeah! Bl…er, fellating him, then she climbed onto him and balled him…right in front of me!" 

"Well, technically, it was behind you…unless, of course, you were forced to watch them," I said.

Cam flushed with embarrassment. Then she continued. "I wasn't," she said sheepishly. "Sherri called out to me – I'll never forget the sound of her cry – not to leave her…that she was afraid of being left with him."

And, in the meantime, she was screwing her lights out with a guy she'd met a day or two earlier, I thought to myself. How convenient it is for we addicts to find those who'll continue enabling our behavior.

"Is that all?" I questioned.

"No…Sherri had an orgasm…and the guy came…but outside of her. I'll never forget it…how she pulled off of him at just the right moment and his…his cock started spewing jizz all over the back of my seat in the car. Some even splashed onto my face…" she added quietly, her ample chest heaving visibly as she described the end of the scene. Cam was visibly moved – excited – by the story she'd just told.  

In the following weeks I saw less of both women, and assumed that things had settled back to normal. That is, until I passed by Cam's office one day to see her face down on her crossed arms. She raised her head, indicating to me that she'd been crying, and made a lame excuse about suffering from a bout of painful cramps. In the days that followed her absentee rate spiked, indicating more severe personal problems than just a monthly menstrual cycle. I asked what they might be, yet was assured that she would survive her feminine difficulties and that I shouldn't worry.

A couple of months later I left the bank, having fulfilled my contractual obligations, and started my own business. It would be three years before I'd see either woman.

In the next chapter, Cam and Shaun meet again in the present time. Be sure and watch for it. If you haven't read Ch. 01, do so now! And vote! And send feedback! Please! 



Addictive Choices Ch. 03



Shaun runs into his old obsession, Cam, in this chapter. For background, you should read Chapter 01 in the series. Don't forget to vote...and send feedback!

Time – The Present

I hadn't seen Sherri, or Cam for that matter, in three years. I'd missed them. I'd also undergone therapy for my sexual addiction during that time and had confined my physical pleasures mostly to weekends. So my recent chance meeting with Cam was pleasant, though – as always – platonic. We'd become good friends during the time I was her boss at the bank, but it was great to see her again and stir up what I thought were very private, hidden fantasies. 

The past three years had certainly been kind to Cam, I thought, her divorce notwithstanding. If anything, her body was more toned and she had an air of maturity about her that I found compelling. To be honest, I found it very sensuous. I also shuddered with pleasure when I pictured her narrow-hipped, high ass – reminiscent of the bubble-butt that one sees on the finest black females – winking at me as she walked away. 

What a fool Darryl was, letting such a fine specimen as that go, I thought of her husband. Then I had to force myself into a meditative exercise – prescribed by my sex therapist – to take my mind off of the carnal impulses I'd always felt when I was around her...and other women I lusted after. 

Halfway through the morning after we'd run across one another in the bar – on a Wednesday – she called my client's office, asking for me. "How did you get this number?" I asked.

"Shaun...you said you had an insurance client on the 40th floor. I've worked in this building for years and there's only one insurance company there. I'm calling to invite you to lunch today."

"Sorry, Cam, can't make it. I've got a long meeting at noon. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Oooh, damn. I wanted to see you today, but...okay, tomorrow'll do. Downstairs in the restaurant all right with you?"

"It's a date. See you tomorrow at noon," I said, wondering what was so important that she'd had to see me today.

Cam was waiting for me at the bar the next day, once again having a lunchtime glass of wine with her friend, Marsha. She was facing away from me, half-perched on a barstool, in a tan wool pantsuit with a maroon pin-stripe. Her jacket was expertly tailored and fit like a glove. Her pants...my Gawd, her pants! They highlighted her magnificent bottom, clinging to it and her upper thighs to the point that I thought their stitching would give way. Her feet were in her trademarked three-inch – this time burgundy – stiletto heels. 

Marsha must have warned her that she'd seen me. As I approached them, Cam turned, beaming, and greeted me with a "Hi, sailor!"

"Sorry I'm late," I apologized, at which point Marsha excused herself and left. I got the feeling that she was being used as a chaperone by Cam. Her independent manner told me that they didn't work closely together. 

Cam led the way to our reserved table and we settled in. "Like some wine? My treat!" she exclaimed. I had a light afternoon and needed to relax, so I happily said yes.

A half-hour went by and we'd not talked about anything more important than the weather. Our lunch had arrived and we'd almost finished it. What had been so important yesterday? I wondered. I decided to get personal...starting with a compliment.

"That's a very handsome suit," I ventured. I chose the adjective carefully, so as not to make my deep, lustful impulses too obvious. Under her jacket she wore a burgundy V-neck sweater that was so tight the inner slopes of her breasts swelled appetizingly over the garment's neckline.  

"Why thank you, Shaun," she cooed. "I figured I'd better keep my legs covered so you'd listen to what I'm saying," she added coquettishly. 

I looked down at the table. She'd busted me. All those years before she'd noticed my slavish hunger for her legs, and now I was being held to task for it. I blushed, visibly, and stuttered a response, something like, "Ah...it's just that...".

"Don't apologize, Shaun. I'd have to be blind not to have noticed your appreciation of my legs. But where's your head now? You're a successful entrepreneur, and I hope no longer just a skirt-chaser."

Again I was speechless. I'd always admired Cam's candor. At this moment it was hard to believe that at one time I'd been her boss. 

"Okay...I'll back off...and talk about myself," she said quietly, unconsciously sticking a finger into the V-neck of her sweater...perhaps to free a nipple that had been caught uncomfortably in her bra. "My choice of Darryl was a bad one."

"Why do you say that?" I questioned, now distracted by her tits.

"The first couple of years were great. Our sex life together was super and we were pursuing some great plans. Then he started to get really kinky."

"Kinky?" I asked, probing for more details.

"Yeah...first he started bringing home sex toys – vibrators, plugs, dildos – then porn videos. Then we started going to porno clubs so he could get me used to watching other people make love."

"Was he disappointed?" I asked.

"Not really," she countered. "I've always been...aah...visually-oriented. Okay, I admit that I like to watch other people get it on. It excites me tremendously. But, finally, he really got pissed off when I refused to blow some guy in a bookstore glory hole. 

"Understandable," I muttered, astonished at her openness, "I mean...your refusal."

"Really!" she huffed. "Think of the diseases I could've picked up! Anyway, then he tried to get me to join him with other women...you know, in threesomes."

"And?" I queried, leaning forward with interest since I, myself, enjoyed immensely having two women at a time. 

"Well...I almost caved on that one, but I didn't...except...with one woman. I let him bring his dates...his girls...home, and I watched them screw. He even recorded them on video. Gawd, it got to be so weird, Shaun, but I allowed it anyway, since he was my husband. I loved him and wanted to hang onto him...and I thought it was just a phase we were both going through."

My ears perked up at her admission of being in a threesome, 'with one woman'. I wonder what were the circumstances. "He wanted more, though, didn't he," I said, sounding like my therapist.

"Yeah," she said, now on a roll. "It got so every minute we spent together had some dirty sexual connotation. Remember when you offered me that part in the play? Well, he laughed, and told me that I could do it if I'd join him and his girlfriends in fucking after rehearsals!"

I vaguely remembered Cam being absent from work and out-of-sorts for a while before I quit the bank a few years before. But my memories had faded. Her story was all too familiar, since I'd tried to leave that sexually-obsessed life behind when I'd left. What that meant in practical terms was that I was still constantly being sexually tempted...always battling an inner demon that kept me horny on a continual basis. 

"But you got pregnant," I said.

"An accident," she retorted, "but one that's been the happiest of my life...having Amy. Shortly after that, Darryl and I stopped having sex, and that was three years ago."

"You've been divorced how long...?"

"Two years," she responded. "And that's, basically, the story of my life since I last saw you," she concluded, agitatedly, glancing at her watch, appearing anxious to leave.  

"Gotta go?" I asked, sorry that our conversation was apparently finished. I wanted to hear more.

"Yeah...I'd better. Afternoon meetings, y'know," she responded as she paid the bill. 

We both rose at the same time and she gave me a quick, kiss-the-air parting. "See you soon," she whispered, and walked to the elevators. She strode majestically with head high and shoulders back for perhaps fifty feet, then stopped to turn slowly...seeming to know that my eyes were devouring her gorgeous ass as it twitched invitingly. Seeing that I was watching her, she smiled to herself, turned and walked away, waggling her fingers in the air to say goodbye until next time. I couldn't believe that Cam may have gone without sex for as long as two or three years.

All of the next day, Friday, I spent in client meetings, and looked forward to a free weekend. At 4:30 I descended to the parking garage for the commute home. I exited the elevator and started the twenty or so yards to where my car was parked. Even at that distance I could recognize Cam's sublime, hourglass shape with her back to me, leaning over the windshield of my car and scraping a dead bug or something off of it. Unlike yesterday's pinstriped business suit with pants, this afternoon she wore a very short, skin-tight, black silk skirt with a perfectly-tailored, black plaid-on-cream blazer that clung to her curvy torso and hips like a second skin. It matched the sheer black nylons and three-inch black heels with a single heel strap that made her extraordinary legs even more appetizing.

A rush of adrenalin hit me and my groin pulsed as I felt immediate sexual arousal. She'd made a point of contacting me each day since our chance encounter in the bar, and those efforts now seemed far beyond the boundaries of mere friendship. I hoped at that moment that my long-nurtured hunger for her might soon be fed. God help me, I thought, please let me have her!

I startled her from about ten feet away and she whirled around, wide-eyed. "What a surprise!" I said cheerfully.

"Gawd, you scared me!" she gasped, her palm against her chest, which was clothed in a black, translucent silk blouse under her blazer. "I...uuh...I was wondering if you could give me a ride home," she said, breathily. I could give you a ride you to the ends of the earth, darlin', I thought to myself.

"Sure! Hop in!" I said, hitting the remote unlocking button and opening the door for her. She sat down butt first, then swung her legs in, tugging at her skirt to cover herself while watching me ogle the tops of her thigh-high stockings.

As we drove home Cam seemed very agitated. Finally, she laid her hand on my forearm and said, "All night I thought about what I told you yesterday, and there's just one thing I omitted. Sherri...was one of Darryl's girlfriends."

"I suspected that years ago, Cam. But, relax. Your family secret's safe with me," I assured her as we drove up in front of her building. 

"You can park underneath," she said, pulling a remote control from her blazer pocket to open an iron gate to the underground garage. "I want to show you my house."

"Sure it's all right?" I asked. "I mean, your daughter...".

"She's with Darryl for the weekend. He picked her up at noon." I looked at her quickly and she looked away, saying, "Gawd, I'm such a phony, Shaun. I didn't go to work today, but did errands instead. Then I took a cab to the bank parking lot just an hour ago, hoping I'd run into you."

We glided into a parking space and my mind was rapidly trying to stay abreast of what was being said. "Well, then," I soothed, "I'm flattered that you dressed so nicely for me. Let's go upstairs and see your place," I said, patting her soft hand as it nervously clutched my arm.

I was impressed. Cam's townhouse was elegant, a mix of post-modern and minimalist Asian design. A large living room with fireplace and glassed-in balcony, and an adjoining kitchen, was surrounded by three large rooms, one a master bedroom, another one a suite for Cam's daughter and nanny, yet another a combined home office and gym. "This is where I try to keep in shape," she said. "I'd gotten so fat when Darryl and I were together."

I hesitated before saying anything, then murmured, "I've never noticed you being overweight," which made her blush. Her broken marriage must have destroyed her confidence in her body.

"Wine? Hope you like Chardonnay," she offered, as she led me out to the small, glass-enclosed room on a balcony overlooking the bay from four stories up. It was dusk, the city lights were on, and the sunset ranged from light pinks to the deepest purples, reflected in a huge mirror that covered one side wall. I was transfixed by the stunning view and sat on the two-foot-wide arm of a plush sofa Cam had in the room.

She returned with our wine, offering me a glass with slightly-trembling hand, and turned away from me toward the view. She'd shed her blazer and now stood with her back to me, looking out at the view, her filmy silk blouse revealing a black bra that barely constrained her ample bosom. Single, solitary diamond earrings shone just under the curls over her ears. I felt short of breath as I fought the primitive urge to ravish this succulent blonde vision in foreboding black...sensuous, carnal and inviting beyond belief. 

"Your place is lovely. You should feel proud," I said, complimenting her on several other non-sensual things...including her intelligence, driving ambition, and courage to face the world as a single mother. 

"Only in my best moments, Shaun. The rest of the time I worry whether I've done the right thing for my daughter...just like right now."   

That was the trigger, I thought...the final invitation. It was now or never, I figured. I placed my wine on a low table and grasped her waist from behind, causing her to inhale sharply, lay her head back on my shoulder, and mold her firm ass into my crotch. I kissed her on the side of her neck, over her jugular, and felt the blood pulsing to her brain. The quivering muscles in her body were as taut as steel springs as she whispered haltingly, "Ooohhh, Shaun. Every time...you look at me – from the very first – I get numb and heavy...all achy inside."

My hands went to her fulsome breasts, kneading and plucking at her nipples, and she reached up to press my fingers into her firm flesh. "Uunnhh...honey...yesss...oooh, touch me all over," she murmured, unbuttoning her blouse and unfastening her bra between its cups. She turned quickly, and my hands followed her, squeezing and fondling her thick, spongy nipples between my fingers. I felt her sweet, hot breath against my cheek as she looked up, regarding me with her gray eyes, eyes that begged for trust, yet were clouded with lust.

"Gawd, I want you...so much. I've fantasized...about this moment for years," she whispered, pulling my lips down to meet hers with one of her arms behind my head. We both moaned together as our tongues danced in each others' mouths while our hands began working frantically at disposing of our garments. You're not alone in that fantasy, I thought. 

We were hyperventilating from excitement. My Gawd, after all, this was Cam! She whimpered as I pulled the tails of her blouse free from her skin-tight skirt. I then dropped my coat, ripped off my tie, and shrugged out of my shirt. While I unbuttoned the waist band of her skirt and unzipped it down the back, she loosened my belt and dropped my pants. We kicked off our shoes at the same time and stood panting for a half-second before embracing, then we clinched and kissed passionately as her skirt dropped to the floor and our hands groped inside each others' underwear. She quickly stripped my boxers down and grabbed two hot fists full of my cock and balls, squeaking in her throat as she did so, while I worked more slowly on lowering her gauzy, black silk thong that consisted of no more material than a couple of postage stamps on two cords.    

Slowly I worked the g-string down over the jutting curves of her naked thighs that had entranced me for years. As I knelt on the floor her hands went to my face to stroke it gently. She moaned as I reached the lacy tops of her hosiery. I'd kissed and nibbled the creamy flesh above them in many previous fantasies, and now I did it for real, causing her to whimper again. My cock began pulsing in anticipation as I contemplated the feel of her soft loins yielding to mine. 

When I'd rolled the thong to her calves it fluttered to the floor. From my knees I was finally able to concentrate on her breathtaking body, still partially clothed by her blouse and bra that hung from her shoulders. My hands traced up her stocking-clad legs, appreciating the muscular bulge of her calves as they swelled and nipped in at her knees, then up over her thickening thighs as they narrowed on the inside at her naked vulva, swollen pink from excitement. Once again I looked up at her flushed face as I licked my lips and reached around behind her to cup her firm, silken butt cheeks and pull her closer to me. Her knees were trembling from nervous desire and she spread them a bit to gain better balance. When she did her labia parted slightly and between them oozed a thick rivulet of her juice, seemingly waiting to be licked. Before I did so I inhaled the musky bouquet of the goo, then quickly split her cunt with my stiff, burrowing tongue. She cried out, "Ohh, Shaaauuunnn!" weaving her fingers in my hair while pulling my face to her crotch and moaning as I proceeded to lick the smooth, fleshy mound of her pussy clean.       

Her hands tightened on my head as her excitement mounted and I glanced up at her to see her head thrown back in ecstasy, yet still she watched me in the large wall mirror through slitted eyes as I tongued her. "Sit, honey," I whispered, moving her backward slightly to the wide sofa arm. She was breathing so heavily, her breasts heaving from excitement, that she didn't hear me. "Sit here," I repeated and she understood, stepping back at the same time she shrugged out of her blouse and bra to become naked except for her stockings. As she sat, she spread her legs widely, pulling them up toward her shoulders with her hands, and leaned her upper body against the sofa back. "Now you can watch us," I mumbled, taunting her gently.

"Ooooh, Gawd...I love to do that...I can't stop myself. I go crazy just thinking about watching us fuck. I wanna be such a...such a slut with you! Ohhhh, Jeezusss," she gasped as I failed to respond verbally, instead spreading her plump pussy with my thumbs and flicking away with my tongue at her swollen clit. She began whining in her throat, then gradually lapsed into whimpers as her excitement reached a higher level. 

Soon I spread the pink inner petals of her pussy with two fingers and twisted my hand in a corkscrew motion in and out, massaging her G-spot behind the pelvic bone. She responded by humping up at my hand, which increased in tempo as I returned to lick her clit. She was now groaning incessantly and had released her legs so that they draped over my shoulders, pulling my hand and face into her. Her smell was overpowering, and the amount of juice she was leaking would pose a challenge to whoever cleaned the upholstery on her sofa. But she was almost there...within a hair's breadth of her first orgasm with me, and one that I hoped would be memorable. I'd had a lot of practice with scores of different women, but with Cam there was always the element of the unexpected...the unpredictable.    

It came as an answer to my question, "Wanna cum, baby?"

"...am cumming," she rasped through gritted teeth. "I'm cumming," she grunted again, with eyes shut tightly. "Awww, fuck, Shaun...I am cu'...cum...cummmm-mmmminnngg," she screamed as her body went rigid, then relaxed, rigid then relaxed, probably a dozen times as her climax reached its peak. That's when she went wild. Rather than easing into an afterglow like most women would, she clawed at me, pulling me up and on top of her. Her hands went to my erect cock, grasping it roughly and trying to impale herself with it. "Come inside me! Please do me now, Shaun. I need it! Hard! Please fuck me hard!" she begged.

I grasped my cock and stirred its tip into her soft inner tissues, causing high-pitched cries, then finally eased my hips forward to sink deeply into her welcoming birth canal to its bottom. She watched in the mirror, moaning, as my probe invaded her body, licking her lips and seeing her thick juices cover it like a glaze. "Better?" I asked softly as I established a slow, regular tempo, along with circular hip movements designed to stimulate her tightly clasping vaginal ridges.  




Addictive Choices Ch. 03



"Ooohhh, my Gawwd, baby...it's so good," she gasped and kissed me deeply as my hands went to squeeze both of her breasts rhythmically, timing my upward, milking grasps to coincide with my slow hip movements. "Please, do me harder...wanna get off again. You're my first...since Darryl, honey...just fuck me...fuck me...please fuck me...".  

Cam had given me license to fill a void in her life, I thought to myself, as she filled my mouth with her tongue while grunting like a feral animal in her throat. Her hands clawed at me again from buttocks to shoulders as I drove into her cervix. Then she pulled her mouth away to gain breath and shout...until her screeches became silent and all she could do was look plaintively into my eyes and mouth silent words that looked like: I'm cumming again...oh, God, I'm cumming again.

That was enough for me. This would be her memorable orgasm. I punished her loins savagely, holding her hourglass hips roughly and driving my prick upward toward her heart as she climaxed again. Her fulsome tits flopped in circles as we fucked, so appetizingly that they almost distracted me from the task at hand. Finally, her body took over and she answered each of my thrusts with one of her own, accepting my plundering rod with abandon as her head thrashed back and forth and her nails dug into the sofa's upholstery for traction until she lapsed into a soft mewling.    

Then, the strangest thing happened. I felt a sudden urge to cum. My therapist had told me that, when that happened early during a first encounter with a woman, it was a sign of progress toward recovering from priapism, a symptom of my addiction. It indicated that I was submitting to unconscious pleasure rather than the manufactured idea of fucking like Superman until exhaustion. I uttered a groan of self-knowledge, which probably sounded to Cam like something totally different, something like the self-validating sound of pleasing one's sexual partner.

"Gonna cum in me, baby?" she panted in a girlish voice, as we now fucked harder.

I responded with a groan and paused in drilling her, shaking my head rapidly to stave off the climax.

"Please cum, honey. Lemme feel your hot seed way up inside," she pled, reaching down between our two bodies to feel my rigid cock slipping in and out of her cunt. "Oh, Gawd, I'm still..." she whispered, holding my hips still while I was fully-embedded inside her. "Feel me, baby," she gasped, almost hysterically, as her extraordinary vagina repeatedly squeezed my cock without us moving. I allowed her to continue, holding my head in her hands and looking into my eyes, as her cunt began to pulse involuntarily around my embedded cock. 

I don't know who shouted first, Cam or me. I do remember blasting repeated geysers of spunk inside her as her cervical opening contracted and sucked my semen into her womb. I also remember the way her lovely legs locked behind my buttocks and – with each of my orgasmic pulses – pulled me deeply into her center as if she were operating a mechanical pump. I remember, too, the gentle way she murmured her satisfaction and stroked the spasming muscles in my lower belly with her thumbs as I spewed millions of sperm into her. I don't remember how long we lay entwined on the arm of her sofa, shuddering and groaning each time one of us moved, but it was very sweet...very tender and romantic. 

"Sweetie, let's go into the bedroom," she finally murmured, interrupting our mood. I was totally immersed in her, licking the tangy sweat from the crook of her neck. 

"Okay, sugar...lead the way," I whispered, lifting my body and causing my dick to slip from her, leaving a large cum stain on her sofa. 

As she stood and walked ahead of me, she cupped her hand over her crotch to staunch the flow of semen that was running down the inside of her thighs over her stocking tops. My dick started to harden again as her deep butt crack and sacral dimples beckoned at me. Giggling, she minced into her bedroom and switched on a lamp beside her bed. "You're running out of me," she grinned, grabbing me around the waist, standing on tiptoe and kissing me. "'S'cuse me while I go to the bathroom and clean up. I'll be a few minutes, so make yourself at home." 

I flopped onto the bedspread and looked at myself in the mirror atop Cam's dresser across from the foot of the bed, very pleased with the both of us. Minutes went by and I rose to retrieve my wine from the balcony room. It was now dark outside, as well as in the room, and I saw many residents of nearby high-rise apartments through their lit windows. As they went about their after-work lives, I wondered how many of them had witnessed Cam and me rutting passionately a few minutes before in what amounted to a glassed-in fishbowl. Not really caring, I went back to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and lay down on the king-sized bed to sip wine for several minutes, awaiting her return. 

When she finally did emerge, she looked refreshed, though her gaze still had that hooded look that speaks of a woman in a continual state of heat. She wore a silver silk pajama top that reached just below her crotch, with a tying sash that cinched it tightly around her small waist. Her stockings were gone, revealing the alabaster legs that for years had been the object of my lusty desire. She opened a nightstand drawer and put a tube of lubricant in it, closing the drawer. She then stood next to the bed, bending one leg and leaning one beautiful, creamy knee on the sheet. 

"Sorry I took so long," she said quietly, cupping her perfect, naked, 36C breasts underneath and slowly pinching her nipples so they pouted out at me through her silk top. "I wanted to get clean all over."

"So long as you didn't shower, I'll bet I could find a spot or two on you that you didn't get to," I said, running my hand up under her pajama top across her naked thigh to her pussy. 

She shivered and gasped, "I'm not much of a gambler. I only bet on sure things. For instance, if I were to take your cock in my mouth, I'll bet I could make you cum in...maybe, three minutes. Let's try it. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me," she promised, climbing onto the bed next to me and caressing my chest and stomach softly with her hand. 

"You're on, sweetheart," I said, "but first, let's get you out of your lovely silk thing here." I untied her sash and she slipped the top off her shoulders, then knelt down at a right angle to me, kissing and licking softly at my flaccid prick, which lay lifelessly back on my belly. From that angle I could see in profile the beautiful arc of her back, her full, pendulous breasts underneath that hung from taut pectoral muscles, and the extraordinary curve of her ass as it protruded in the air. I couldn't remember in my life having seen a more perfect feminine physique.

She used one hand to hold up my rising shaft as she placed her open mouth over the tip to smother it with her hot breath, then she closed her lips and, with hollowed cheeks, took me to the top of her throat and sucked long and gently while humming softly. She cast a sidelong glance at the mirror above her dresser – as if to check a fine point of technique, but probably just to satisfy a prurient curious impulse – and took several plunges as my rod poked at her glottal obstruction. I moaned with pleasure and raised my hips off the sheets, causing her to gag once, but with a few head twists and copious saliva she let me pass into her throat, a bit more each time her distended lips approached my groin. She then interlaced her fingers and – that part of me that was outside of her mouth – she began jacking with both hands, which felt amazingly like a muscular vagina clutching at my tumescent staff.

After a while she pulled off of me to relax her jaw. "You like that, huh, sweetie," she gasped, catching her breath and moving from between my legs, her hands tugging at me the whole time. 

She looked again at me in the mirror and – slipping her hot lips down over my stiffness – scooted her lower body up to me, a quarter-turn on her knees to straddle my chest, there to resume her oral labors.

Though I'd eaten and fucked her a half-hour earlier, at that moment it was as if I'd never truly studied her gorgeous saddle. With gentle, loving hands I stroked the silken globes of her creamy ass with wonder, pulling them apart to reveal the perfect, pink asterisk of her rectum, moist with a clear fluid that seemed to leak from her bowels. Below it lay the succulent, plump mound of her pussy, now slightly split apart to reveal the crinkly pink folds of her inner labia that I'd earlier probed so roughly.       

By this time Cam was working on me with a vengeance, throating me almost in desperation, and hyperventilating as she did so. I'd made an unfair bet with her. Given the fact that I'd cum earlier, I could now last for at least an hour before doing so again. 

Devilishly, I licked at her asshole, causing her to pull off of me and gasp, "Ohhh, honey, yesss!" I was as surprised as she was, since she'd obviously inserted some strawberry lube up her rectum. I gripped her firm buttocks hard, pulled them apart, and drove my stiffened tongue deeply into her colon, twisting it in circles to ream out its artificial sweetness, which made her cry out, raise upright and nearly forget what she'd been doing to me.

"Naughty girl!" I admonished between pokes of my tongue. "You must've known I love strawberries," I muttered quietly, returning to rimming her tasty asshole.

"Oooh, baby, I had an enema...to get all clean for you," she squeaked, as she returned to jacking and sucking me.

I'd won the bet, and now lengthened my licks to include Cam's pussy. She'd obviously taken a douche as well, my taste buds told me. I thrust my stiff tongue forward, feeling her clit, and flicked at it repeatedly until she began groaning and jerking. I stopped, teasingly, then dragged my tongue back to her vaginal opening then up to her ass, twirling it in circles and lathering her with as much saliva as I could muster. At this point Cam abandoned using her hands on my dick and reached behind herself to spread her butt more widely as she noisily thrust her mouth and throat down onto me.

"Mmmnngh, you love it, don't you, you nasty little thing," I teased, as I broadened my tongue to lap at her from clit to rectum. "You've been shaking that succulent ass at me for years, hoping I'd nail it, huh!" Cam's groans became louder as her head bobbed up and down faster on my cock. "You want me to fuck you in the ass, Cammie? You want me to fill you up back here?" I questioned torturously, sliding a thumb slowly into her asshole and stirring it around.

"Mmm-hmmmph!" she grunted, her mouth full of my rigid staff.

"Okay," I said good-naturedly, but then returned to her clit. I sensed that she was just seconds away from an orgasm – perhaps a minute – and felt greedy in wanting to stimulate another one. With my thumb still embedded in her, I pulled her back closer to my face and pushed down on her waist. Her back arched even more, and her swollen, red clitoris now pulsed with blood before my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I stuck my nose into her pussy and flicked my tongue at her little nubbin until she started thrashing and losing all composure. Then I gripped her hips in my arms, immobilizing her, and nibbled at her clit with my lips as she pulled off my cock and started screaming my name.

"Shaun...Shaun...Shaun...Shaun...Shaun!" she shouted in total hysteria as her body launched into a chain of paroxysms. Her head fell to the bed between my legs, leaving my stiff member to wave in the air, as the muscles in her body continually contracted and relaxed by turns as if she'd been electrocuted. She groaned loudly for a half-minute, then moaned quietly for another thirty seconds as she kissed the inside of one of my legs, then mewled softly as I climbed out from under her, leaving her still on her knees and shoulders with her ass in the air.

Kneeling behind her, I stroked her elevated buns and probed gently at her puckered rectum. Breathlessly, she gasped a request, "Ohhh, Shaun honey, please use some jelly...in the drawer. Gimme the dildo, too...please!"

I pulled the lube from the drawer as well as a dildo, one of several stored there. As I squeezed a liberal amount of gel onto my prick and Cam's anus, I studied the toy for a moment. It was about eight inches in length, with an on-off dial to activate a vibrating function, and was covered with dozens of very short, stiff, plastic protrusions, obviously meant to stimulate female orifices. 



I handed it to her, somewhat surprised at the fact that she'd apparently kept the sex toys that her ex-husband had bought, as I nestled my glans into her nether opening. She was breathing heavily again, still excited from her previous orgasm, and whining as I gripped her hips and assumed the canine position to enter her. "Ooohh!" she cooed in anticipation as the head of my cock slipped past her anal sphincter. "Do me nice an' slow, baby...slow 'n' deeeep," she murmured, rising to brace herself on one hand while with the other she carefully inserted the pink, spiny dildo into her pussy. "Unh-uunnhhh!" she exhaled as both the toy and my fleshy probe drove to the maximum depth in her body. "Unh-uunnhhh!" she repeated, as I stroked again into her bowels. Then, she said, "Look at us, honey...in the mirror."

I looked and saw her watching me gore her from behind, with a vacant though blissful smile on her face. Her jaw was slack and her heavy-lidded gray eyes occasionally would turn blank as they rolled up in her skull while she thrust her backside against me. "You like to watch yourself fuck, huh," I grunted.

"Nnnghh, I like...to watch...you fuck me," she mewled. "I love to...hear...smell...taste you...fucking me," she crooned as her tight colon gripped my cock and we sped our pace. 

"Such a dirty little girl you are," I whispered, half-seriously, reaching down and turning on the vibrating toy sunk into her snatch. 

"Ooohhh...I knowww. I'm jus'...awwfuuul," she whimpered, as the buzzing dildo caused her elbows to weaken so that she dropped her head and shoulders to the bed and began moaning incessantly, so much that my priapic mood was broken. It was time for me to cum again.

I eased to my feet while still embedded in Cam, standing flat-footed on the bed and crouched behind her, with the intent of bringing us both to a blinding climax. She sensed this and reached between her legs to manipulate the dildo as well as her clitoris. I reached forward and held her shoulders, using them like some rough beast to bring her entire body back onto my rampaging prong. We fucked this way for five minutes – watching ourselves in her mirror – while we blistered the paint from the walls with our screams and shouts.

Our simultaneous orgasm was cosmic. I thought that I'd never stop rocketing cum into Cam's ass. For her part, she trembled and twitched for a full minute, finally collapsing onto the bed with me still inside her. When our senses returned, she reached down and pulled the dildo from her cunt, tossing it aside. And when our breathing returned to normal, I reached over and shut the buzzing thing off. All was quiet as I lay on her, heavily.

I was briefly awakened from a slumber by her movements and kisses. She slid over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand. "Jeezus," she murmured, "you're an incredible lover," and scooted back to me, spooning her body into mine. 

"I was just thinking the same of you," I whispered in her ear, gathering her in my arms, palming her fleshy breasts softly and nestling my dick into her silken butt crack.

We lay quietly for several minutes as I started to doze off, then Cam spoke to me in the dark. "Shaun, did you really used to fuck underage girls?"

"Of course not!" I exclaimed, raising up on one elbow. "Where did you hear that?"

"Well, Sherri told me about a little Mexican girl she saw at your place one time...a real beauty...said she looked about fifteen."   

"Her name was Carlita, she's Chilean, and now is about twenty-four. She went to Hollywood a couple of years ago, changed her name, and is playing in a TV series now," I said. "Sherri was just imagining things." But she was probably jealous, as most women were of the little Latina bombshell, I remembered. I'd always have the sweetest memories of Carlita – who looked shy of 18 but was 20 at the time – and her boundless sexual energy. 

"Well, Sherri's always been sensitive about kids having sex, and for good reason. Did you know she was abused by a pair of foster parents? It went on for ten or twelve years." 

"No." I wasn't surprised, though, since my physical experiences with Sherri had always had a perverse undertone to them. It seemed reasonable that she'd had an unconventional – if not traumatic – early sexual background. "Why bring Sherri up, all of a sudden?"

"Well, she's stayed in touch with me. In fact, I got an e-mail from her on Wednesday. She asked if I'd seen you recently."

"And?"

"I told her we'd run into one another." 

"That's all?" I asked.

"On Wednesday that's all I could tell her. You and I hadn't even had lunch yet."

"Well, c'mere, sweetheart," I said, running my hand down across Cam's smooth vulva and swiping one finger up across her clit. "Let's get back to what we were doing, so that next time she writes you'll have lots of sexy things to tell her." 

"Oooh, Shaun, you're such a dirty, dirty boy," she moaned, turning her face up toward me and giving me a tongue-lashing kiss as I continued to masturbate her. "Do you like...how I feel?" she asked in a halting, breathless voice.

"What? Your pussy? Oh yeah, nice and smooth."

"Good, 'cuz I had it waxed...this afternoon just before I saw you, hoping...we'd end up like this." She then moaned as I lifted her top leg and stirred my hardening cock into the moist petals of her slit. As my dick's crown entered her wetness, she whined, "Gaawwd, honey, I've never felt like this with any man."

I issued a male grunt as my ego was satisfied, and Cam raised her leg to lock it behind the knee of my upper leg to push her magnificent ass back into my lower belly. I held her in place by gripping her breasts and punishing her nipples with fingers and thumbs as she again thrashed toward a physical frenzy. In this position my cock abraded her G-spot as we fucked, causing an unbroken chorus of soprano lamentations to echo from her mouth. Along with everything else, Cam expressed her passion extremely vocally, and – though relatively submissive – she wasn't bashful about demanding what brought her pleasure.  

"Nnngghh...Gawd, Shaun...that's it...fuck me hard! Harder...harder...harder!" she exhorted in a throaty voice. "Gawd, I love it! I love it! I love it!" she shrieked, immediately approaching yet another orgasm. It came, quickly, after I abandoned one of her breasts to reach down and strum her engorged clit. And once again she thrust back against me to absorb my prick to its base, there to squeeze the rampant organ dozens of times with her phenomenal internal muscles as she whined like a stricken animal for a couple of minutes. When she came down from her peak and entered a tender afterglow, she mumbled, "Yeeaahh...oh, yeeaahh. Nnnnggh. Mmmm. Gawwd. Mmm...can we...can we sleep for a while now, baby? You've totally wiped me out." 

I awoke at about dawn with Cam lying on my chest, dead to the world. Her head lay on my shoulder with her face toward me, smelling of the sweet and sour vapors of sex. The nexus of her legs was above my groin, and my early morning hormones were stirring at the feel of her, rapidly prompting a predictable erection. I raised my head and kissed her lightly, causing her to stir, groan, stretch and smile sleepily at me. "Mornin', sunshine!" I whispered.




Addictive Choices Ch. 03



"Mmmnnn...g'morning, lover. Jeezus...you're ready for more, huh!" she giggled, feeling my rod sticking up between her legs. "S'okay, I'm already nice 'n' wet...see!" she beamed, as she reached between us, swiped two fingers up her gash, and stuck their tart tips between my lips. 

This was a Cam that I didn't know. Gone was the familiar sophisticated, professional personality. In its place was a girlish, fun-loving, person with a hint of shyness...almost as if she were testing the boundaries of my playfulness...or my libido.

She straddled my hips, pinning my cock backward, and grabbed both of my hands, bringing them up to cup her breasts. Holding them there and coaching me to knead them as she looked into my eyes, she herself rose slightly and grasped my prick, which was now pulsing with blood and itching to probe away at her soft insides.   

"Let's pretend..." she began. "Let's pretend we're gonna make a baby," she whispered, as she seated the tip of my dick inside her entrance and pushed down onto me in a slow, torturous, slide that must have taken three or four seconds. "Uhh-uungh," she exhaled as I finally touched her spongy cervix. "Now gimme your juice, Shaun. Fill me full o' your cum," she gasped, then fell to her elbows on either side of me so that our mouths locked in a feverish, slobbering kiss, and our loins were once again plunging at each other in a desperate quest for orgasmic bliss. 

The sun broke through the window and brought me back to reality. What is she thinking? I thought to myself. She can't be serious! A baby! I wondered if that particular potential consequence might somehow excite Cam more than mere good-natured fucking. If so, I'd better do more than just lie here and let her screw herself delusional with rapid-fire thrusts onto my pole. I'd better show her some life, take some initiative and control, rather than let her manufacture a romantic fantasy with which I don't agree. Foolishly, of course, my male ego was doing what it always had: closing itself off from any emotional impulse in favor of acting in the narrow realm of the physical. It's how I'd always acted...and it explained why I was divorced, hesitant to commit myself lovingly to a lifetime mate. It also hinted at the reasons for my compensatory addiction to the mechanics of sex.

She was startled when I rolled us over onto her back and dragged her to the bottom of the bed, still deeply embedded in her vagina. She whined as I grasped her shapely ankles and brought them together, pulling her legs upward to the height of my head as I stood on the floor. And she moaned my name over and over as I placed her feet over one shoulder to stab repeatedly into what was now her tight pussy, opening and closing wetly – issuing a light-gray ooze – around my plundering cock.

I now took deep strokes in and out of her, encouraged by the rising volume and tempo of her cries. Her dainty hands appeared around the sides of her muscular buttocks as she held them up to me, as if she were offering her meaty thighs up for my consumption. Finally I gripped her hands, and she pulled at me, digging her nails into my wrists and trying to yank me even deeper into her body. It worked, though only after I'd released her ankles and spread her legs widely to admit me deeply with a brutal lunge. 

"Aahh-aahhnng!" she yelled as I drove into her cervix. Then she resumed moaning as she clutched at me, trying to draw me close to her breasts. "Ohhhh...hon-eeey...you're making me so craz-eeey!" she gasped while lifting her legs up so that her ankles were nearly next to her ears. I nudged her up on the bed so that I could kneel for leverage while I plumbed her depths, and her cries accompanied every move I made. She now held her legs wide by grasping her succulent calves, and I hammered at her until she'd nearly twisted her head off her neck as she thrashed back and forth. Her eyes were glazed and pleading as she reached down between us, finally asking, "Please move your legs apart, honey. I wanna see you fucking me...".

The mirror! Of course! I thought to myself. Over the past several hours I'd learned that Cam was indeed a voyeur...a delightful visual fetish, I thought. In a moment she'd slipped a large, fluffy pillow under her ass to elevate it. We'd then resumed our humping, this time, though, with Cam's eyes glued to the image of my veiny pole in her dresser mirror as I poked the swollen, bright red aperture of her pussy. I looked down at my gooey cock as it pierced her vitals, and she'd placed her hands on each side of my balls, lifting me – or appearing to lift me – up and nearly out of her clasping pink vagina. Further on was the reflection of our coupling organs in her mirror, and her beautiful rapturous face looking down past her breasts as she writhed and thrust upward. 

"Nnngggh, you're...so...goddam...good, Cammie," I suddenly grunted through gritted teeth as I felt the first tingles of an oncoming orgasm. "So...good...so...good...so...fucking...good," I repeated, talking more to myself than to her as I felt her soft hands leave my thighs and cup my butt, pulling me ever deeper inside her twat. 

"You're gonna...cum now...huh, baby," she gasped, pulling me down to her breasts and locking her heels around my ass. "I want your cum...please give me your cum," she whispered calmly, maddeningly calmly, as our loins began a loud smacking sound against one another. The orgasmic tingles crept up my legs, then suddenly gripped my groin as my cock felt larger than it had ever been, my knob seeming ready to pop off the end in a bloody sexual aneurism. And all of a sudden I was there... .

"Aaaaggghh...Gawwwd," I growled as I dug deeply into Cam, firing a volley of semen against her cervix. Then I instinctively pulled out, fearing the worst from her passionate pregnancy fantasy of minutes before. "Aaaaaggghh," I yelled again as another rope of cum splashed her front from pubis to clavicle. Then, as I ejaculated further, Cam scrambled from under me to take the next gout on her lips and chin, just before she locked her mouth onto me and swallowed jet after jet of my remaining offering. 

I lay sprawled on my back with my prostate gland still in overdrive, trying to get my breath as Cam licked and kissed at my cock, attempting to pull more spunk from me. My lower stomach muscles were sore from the rigors of our all-night session, I was starved, and in desperate need of a shower. But personal hygiene would have to wait as my eyelids grew heavy, prompted by Cam laying the soft pillows of her cum-covered breasts on my chest and snuggling closely. "Will you stay with me today...please?" she whispered. I groaned affirmatively and closed my eyes, to which she responded, "Oh, good, 'cuz we've got lots to talk about."

It had been quite a twenty-four hours, one that yesterday I never would have imagined. I thanked the gods for making real my six-year fantasy about Cam and, for the first time in my life, I was content not to start planning for my next piece of ass. Little did I realize that that was being done for me.

Watch for Sherri and Cam to join forces in the next chapter as Shaun hosts an unusual tryst. Please send feedback and, above all, vote on this chapter. Many thanks. 



Addictive Choices Ch. 04



Shaun has just spent a memorable night with Cam, a divorced former employee. She's a good friend of another former employee of his, Sherri, who's now married, with whom he had a long, steamy relationship three years before. All three have an addiction to sex. It helps a lot to have read chapters 01-03. Please vote and send feedback. 

Time: The Next Morning 

I was shaving, using a razor borrowed from Cam, and staring at myself in her bathroom mirror. She was in the shower, humming happily to herself as she washed the previous night's sexual gunk from her body. "What's that you said?" I asked, unable to hear her soft voice over the noise of the shower.

"I said, 'I'm so glad I found you when I did'," she fairly shouted.

"Downstairs from the bank in the bar? I thought we met by accident," I responded, honestly.

"I've got a confession to make," she said, shutting off the water and emerging from the shower dripping wet. "A while back I did some detective work and spoke with someone in your office. They told me where I might be able to find you." Cam wrapped a towel around herself and kissed me lightly as she withdrew something from her medicine cabinet. It was a pill in one of those drug sample envelopes with advertising on the outside, marked "Plan B." She popped the capsule and washed it down with water as I climbed into the shower.

"It's good to see you taking extra precautions," I said, referring to the "morning after" drug she'd just taken. She said something in response that I didn't hear because I'd turned on the water, but I decided to wait 'til I was finished cleaning up to continue our conversation. 

"Did you hear me say 'I'm ovulating'," she said as I exited the shower, her gray eyes unbelievably round and innocent. "Marsha suggested I get the pill. She's my therapist…my sex therapist."

That aspect of Cam's life – her friendship with Marsha – became instantly clear. "In that case, I'm delighted that you're taking that pill. We could have waited, you know."

"I couldn't," she said quietly, fastening a gold chain behind her neck so that the nipples on her naked tits pointed skyward. It was all I could do to refrain from bending down and suckling them. "I'll start birth control pills on Monday, but…it was critical that we make love this weekend." 

"Because your daughter, Amy, was spending the weekend with ex-hubby Darryl?" I asked, drying myself fully.

"Partly. But mostly it's because of Sherri," she admitted.

"Why? She's been married for three years and is 500 miles away!"

"Yeah, but…oh, Shaun…it's just that…don't you see?" she babbled. 

"See what?" I was getting perturbed at Cam's sudden inability to speak her mind.

"Well…Sherri's marriage is a mess. Her husband's a brute…a real control freak. He doesn't want any kids, something she's always wanted. And he forces her into – I don't know how to say this – he forces her to entertain his business acquaintances…physically. We've been in constant touch since you left the bank…she flies up every couple of weeks and we…well Shaun, I'm the only friend she has!" Cam gripped the edge of the wash basin counter, hung her head and began searching for words.

"But she fucked your former husband!" I exclaimed. And then the whole thing hit me. She'd previously admitted to sharing a bed with Darryl and "one woman." It had been Sherri! I realized. "Wait! You two are…uuh…you're…".

"Yes!" she said, snapping her head upright and staring at me with moist eyes. "We're bisexual…and we're lovers!" she said tearfully. "Darryl eventually hurt her almost as much as he did me, and now she's in another thankless marriage! We're both desperate to hook up with a caring man. That's why I finally arranged to see you again! Only this time I'm gonna get some of the big prize!"

"I'm no prize, Cam," I said, admitting the self-contemptuous rationale that underlay my sexual obsessions. I stopped short of telling her about my sexual addiction. 

"Well, you are to me!" she said, embracing me with her nude body. "I've dreamt about you for years while Sherri's been asking about you. She's flying up in a week and wants to see you. That's why I wanted us to…to get together before she…she saw you again."

I ran a hand over Cam's gorgeous butt, up her back to her face and kissed her softly. "Even at the risk of getting pregnant?" I asked, as my other hand stroked her lower belly. 

"At least now I know you don't think I'm too fat," she said, relieved. This woman had truly suffered from the cruel barbs of her ex's remarks…so much that she couldn't view herself objectively as the amazingly attractive woman she was. I wondered the extent to which her poor self-image had driven her into a physical relationship with Sherri.

"You're much too submissive, Cam," I said, ignoring her more obvious strengths.

"You're right, Shaun…sexually, anyway. But I like it so much…like I'm a slave to my appetites or something…a nympho. And watching people screw drives me wild! That's why I want you as my lover…you're assertive yet stable…and at the same time you're tolerant of my foibles. Oh, don't look so worried. It doesn't mean I want to get married. I let runaway sex ruin a marriage once before. I just want you to be a good friend to me and my little daughter and I'll do whatever you want me to do. Okay?" she asked, like a little girl, as her soft hand dropped to stroke my cock while she stood on tiptoe to kiss me.

Whatever I want, I thought, her words echoing in my ears as I drew her lush form against me. A devilish voice in my brain told me that I wasn't the person Cam thought me to be, nor was I a man to whom to grant such license. 

* * * * * *

I was ambivalent about seeing Sherri. As things had turned out, any pleasantries between us would be phony, I thought. Particularly given her closeness to Cam, I thought it best to keep my distance. So, when she flew up from San Diego with tickets to the Friday seasonal opening of the opera, I urged them to have a girls-night-out for the formal affair. It would give them a chance to dress up and rub elbows with the upper crust in the city and discuss me between themselves in my absence. It would also give me a chance to spend a weekend home alone, though I planned to see Cam on Sunday after Sherri's flight back to San Diego. Ultimately, I was afraid that I'd go sexually crazy with Sherri around. 

I dropped Cam at her place after work so she could make weekend preparations for her nanny to stay. Then I drove home and cooked a bachelor dinner for myself, relaxed with a book, some music, and a tall glass of scotch. At about 11 p.m. I broke out the videos I'd taken of a new client's data processing facility that I'd shot with my video camera. In a minute the phone rang. It was Sherri's low, sensuous voice.

"Well, hello there, Shaun. It's Sherri. How've you been?"

"Okay," I said rather coldly, trying to cover my excitement. "Where's Cam?

"She's off to the ladies room. The opera's over and…it's still kinda early. We were wondering if you were up to receiving guests," she asked. 

"Probably not a good idea, Sherri. Why reopen old wounds?" 

"I'm really sorry for the way I acted – what was it – three years ago? Cam's told me I was wrong…Gawd, she's talked about you all night! So much has changed!" She sounded sincere, I thought, and my defenses – such as they were with this captivating woman – were weakening.

"Well, lemme speak with Cam and if it's all right with her, it's…it's okay by me," I said.

I heard Cam's voice and soon she was on the other end, sounding very cheery. "Hi, babe," she giggled. "'S'cuse me, we've had a bit of champagne an' I'm a li'l tipsy. Uuh…could we come over? I promise we'll be good."

"You know how I feel about it, sweetheart. You're the one I'm concerned about. D'you understand?" I asked, hoping she realized why I was hesitant.

"Of course!" she gushed, a bit drunkenly. "Okay, we'll cab home, check on Amy an' the nanny, an' Sherri'll drive us over in her rental car. See you in maybe half-an-hour! Bye darlin'!"

I hung up and went to the kitchen to chill some white wine and set up the bar, figuring the ladies would be thirsty.

My heart was beating fast when the doorbell rang. I didn't know what to expect from the two of them, since I hadn't seen them together in so long. Before I opened the door the knocker sounded, indicating that they were impatient to come in. When I did Cam burst inside and threw herself into my arms, giving me a wet, sloppy kiss. "Your porch light is out, silly!" she laughed, and staggered slightly to one side. I removed her wrap leaving her looking stunning in her black evening dress. It was cut low on her bosom and in back, showed an expanse of creamy cleavage, and had two broad straps that suspended it from her outer shoulders. Skin-tight above the waist, it flared into a long skirt below and was slit from the beltline to her calves. What prevented her crotch from being shown to the world was a large, black button above the knee that served as a closure, with the long slit up one thigh showing a delicious expanse of leg. Diamond jewelry decorated her bare neck, one wrist and earlobes, as well as a couple of fingers. My groin fairly ached for her as I wondered whether she was wearing anything under her frock other than her nylons. 

Then Sherri stepped inside and stood in the light. Three years – and the southern California sun – had been very kind to her. She'd changed her hair color to an auburn color with blond and copper streaks that brought out her dark brown eyes and a deep, dark suntan. She also seemed taller than I remembered – a couple of inches shorter than me – but at the moment I was wearing no-heeled boat shoes so I could just be imagining it. What was entirely real was her curvy, coltish body, wrapped from neck to toe in a bright green, narrowly-pleated, silk dress that clung to every protuberance and niche of her frame. Had she worn nipple rings I could have seen them through the shiny material, so tightly-wrapped was she. Closing the door behind her, and letting her large flight bag slip to the floor, she unbuttoned the short jacket that matched her dress and turned to let me take it from her. As I pulled the jacket from her shoulders, her naked back came into view, from under her hair downward until the expanse of tanned flesh ended just above her butt crack. I turned to hang her garment and that of Cam in the guest closet and she picked up her bag and walked slowly up the half-flight of stairs to the living room on four-inch, dark-green stiletto heels. Her curvaceous legs, covered with tan thigh-high nylons, parted the front of her skirt with each step, drawing my eyes like a magnet. In all honesty, I realized that had the dress not been slit nearly to the waist, it was so tight that she would have found it impossible to walk. 

The ladies sat on two high barstools while I prepared drinks, with Cam chattering away about the people they'd seen at the opera. Half a drink later she went to the restroom, leaving Sherri and me to converse…stiffly. I found it difficult to look her in the eye for several reasons, not the least of which was that a foot was resting on the upper rung of the stool, showing her long, tanned, crossed legs. "Cam's in love with you, you know," she said. 

"Come on, Sherri, be serious. We only got together a little over a week ago."

"Listen to me, Shaun, I've known her for almost a decade. She's talked about getting in touch with you for the last two or more years, but just hasn't had the courage to call. She's been giggling like a school girl all night and couldn't stop. I'm not blind."

"Why the sudden interest in Cam's welfare? You and I were a pretty hot item when we were at the bank, then you started fucking her husband, Darryl. Why the overnight change?"

"But I never changed the way I felt about you…". Then she stopped as Cam re-entered the room and sat next to her on a stool. 

Cam sensed that she'd interrupted something and crossed her own scrumptious legs. Sherri unconsciously put her hand on Cam's thigh and discovered she was touching her creamy skin. "Oh! you've taken off your stockings," she whispered, withdrawing her hand. Cam looked at me and reached over to grasp Sherri's hand and put it back on her thigh, holding it there with her own. Then, without a word she picked up her drink and drained it, looking at me through the ice cubes at the bottom. It's as if she were drunkenly challenging me to do something about it.

"What's going on, Cam?" I asked quietly, as Sherri took her turn to go to the bathroom. 

"Just checking to see how possessive you are," she said, grabbing me across the bar by the hand and walking me around to stand in front of her as she perched on the stool. "An' you're so cute, Mr. Bartender," she cooed, lapsing into her little girl lilt. "C'mere an' gimme a li'l kiss," she mewled, as she parted her legs to allow me to step between them. As we embraced, she stood on the two lower rungs of the stool and rose in a half-stance. My hands were all over her, drawing moans from her throat as her tongue danced inside my mouth. Suddenly the large button on her skirt was undone and my fingers were groping at her hot, moist pussy, causing her to hunch at me with her legs spread. She'd divested herself of her stockings while in the bathroom, as well as any underwear. 

"Knock-knock," Sherri said, on returning, after slipping something into her bag. I drew apart from Cam – with a visible bulge in my pants – and she said jokingly, "Goodness! I leave the room for a minute and you two are at each other like two teenagers!" I quickly retreated to the other side of the bar.

"Oh, puh-leeze, Sher, you've been as anxious to see him as I have…all evening," said Cam. "Make us another drink, Shaun, then join us out here. Don't be bashful. Jeezus, you and she used to practically live together!" 

I made the drinks, plus another scotch for myself, and I joined my beauteous guests on their side of the bar, standing behind them. I noticed that Sherri, herself, had slipped off her stockings, leaving her caramel legs showing nearly to her crotch – the same sexy color as her naked back. My libido shifted into second gear, responding to her expanse of flesh. As the two swung their stools around to face me I could swear that my nose detected the rich odor of feminine musk in the air.

"I was single then, Cam, and you were married," said Sherri.

"Yeah, look what marriage has done for both of us," said Cam, sarcastically. "And you've made a real habit of messing up, acting like a sleazy whore!" 

Cam's cruel remark struck Sherri like a thunderbolt. She started to speak, then hung her head slightly, seeming to deflate before our eyes. I spoke first, at the same time touching Sherri's tanned back in a comforting way. "Cammie didn't really mean it, Sher," I said, ineffectually, trying to defuse Cam's comment. At the same time, Cam reached out to stroke Sherri's thigh.

"It's not her fault. It's totally my own. You don't know the half of it. Gawd, I'm so unhappy, Shaun," Sherri lamented quietly. "It's like I'm living alone…on another planet."

"Gawd, I'm sorry, sweetie," Cam said, standing and hugging Sherri on her stool. "I'm drunk. Shaun…". She looked at me pleadingly, hoping I'd find something comforting to say or do. Both of us did. 

Standing behind Sherri, we made a sandwich of her, embracing her tenderly. My hands roamed freely over her back, from shoulders to tailbone, then around the sides to her breasts, causing a pleasurable moan. At the same time Cam's hands stroked her thighs, prompting her to open her legs to her friend. By the time my fingers had cupped her breasts, Cam and she were locked in a deep embrace which lasted several seconds. Sherri clutched Cam to her breasts with a quiet passion, her eyes tightly closed with a single tear coursing down one cheek. Then both of them issued a breathy moan and kissed, first with just a brush of the lips, then a deeper kiss, then a mouth-probing, hollow-cheeked, sucking. 

They broke their kisses finally and Cam clutched Sherri's upper body to her bosom and looked at me over her shoulder. It's all right, her eyes seemed to say, and I resumed stroking Sherri's muscular shoulders, upper back, then delved downward across her waist, and below her dress even to her sacral dimples and her sweaty butt crack. It was like navigating familiar territory as I pulled backward barely perceptibly on her hips, at this point miles distant from any objection from her. Indeed, her gasps and mewling encouraged me to lift her buttocks off the stool and pull her dress from under her and gather it around her waist, placing her shapely, naked bottom over the edge on my side of the stool. My hands groped at the hot smoothness of her sumptuous ass, causing her to groan as I traced two fingers underneath her, drawing fluid from her pussy and coating her rectum. Her breathing was now rasping, and coming in quick, wracking sounds. 

I wasted no time in dropping my pants and underwear as the familiar acidic taste of sex gathered in my throat. It had been over three years since Sherri and I had been together, and Cam's active presence made it doubly exciting. She whispered something to Sherri about her dress, causing her to pull her arms out of the three-quarter sleeves and nestle completely naked into Cam's caressing hands. 

"Fuck her, Shaun," murmured Cam, "she needs your lovin' as much as I do." With shaky hands I lodged the bloated knob of my dick inside Sherri's gooey vaginal opening and she jumped and cried out as if receiving an electric shock. She groaned as I drove deeply into her a few times, getting used to the incredible tightness of her pussy in this position, then she lay forward to grasp Cam's thighs for support…as if bracing for an onslaught that both women suspected might come. 

I looked down at the luscious piece of woman flesh in my hands – two perfect globes of tan female buttocks bisected by a thin white line created by a trendy southern California thong – and battled conflicting thoughts. The woman to whom I felt the closest in a long while, Cam, was staring at me within arms' length, across the naked back of her close friend and bisexual lover, with my cock deeply embedded in her cunt from behind. Both of them seemed to be waiting for me to proceed. Then my thoughts sped up. From my earliest memory of puberty I'd worshipped the female physique, and had spent most of my adult life seeking the ideal one. And right here, in my own house, I had two gorgeous examples…two top o' the line candidates. As I gripped Sherri's hips to gore her more rapidly, seeing the juicy product of our fucking emerge on my hefty root as I pulled out of her, I knew that – as a sexual addict – I'd probably never want anything more than I had right now. 

"Yesssss…yesssssss!" Sherri exhorted as I hammered at her, causing long, mournful moans. "Oh, Shaun…you always were…the best," she groaned as she bounced on and off the stool's seat with each of my forward plunges. Finally, as if knowing better than anyone else what her friend wanted, Cam stood in front of her and bent her forward, so that my strokes into Sherri were now very deep, with each lunge goring her cunt only to be stopped by her cervix. Soon she was nearly parallel to the floor, standing on the rungs of the stool with her fists clutching Cam's dress, which she'd wrenched open to expose the succulent shaven labia which I'd had the pleasure of knowing intimately for a week. 




Addictive Choices Ch. 04



Cam slowly spread her luscious legs widely while rubbing her clit with two middle fingers, then quickly sat on her barstool and leaned backward, bracing against the bar. She continued masturbating, but quickly pulled her hand out of the way as Sherri hungrily clamped her mouth onto her pussy to eagerly tongue what – after knowing her for just a short time – seemed to be perpetually-swollen labia. 

Cam's head turned passionately skyward, with closed eyes, as Sherri's mouth pleasured her while Sherri herself thrust her hips back and downward onto my invasive prong. "That's it, sweetie, eat me…oh, eat me…Gawd, yesss…eeeat meee," she whispered to Sherri, as her friend slobbered on her hairless pink mound. 

"Nnnuhh…nnnuhh…nnnuhh" grunted Sherri as her mouth was mashed against Cam's pussy by my thrusting hips. 

"Aaagh…aaagh…aaagh" I panted as my groin slapped against Sherri's perfectly-elevated butt, rapidly gathering speed as her tight inner sheath gripped me. I remembered the way she used to twitch and tremor internally prior to climaxing, and felt her involuntary seizures begin anew. "That's it, Sher…cum for me," I murmured. "Cum all over my cock, baby," causing a whimper. "Cum…cum…cum…cum…cum!" I said repetitively, emphasizing each word with a sharp forward whip of my hips. She whined while still licking Cam's cunt and fell silent, even though I felt more tremors within her vagina. At this point Cam was reclined nearly flat, her legs completely open, with her black, four-inch heels dangling from her toes, and thrashing her head back and forth ecstatically. She'd slipped her dress off her shoulders and her hands were busy pinching first one erect breast nipple, then the other, until they both were like hard, red raspberries.

Then, as if by a signal, they both exploded in a titanic orgasm, with Cam clutching Sherri's face to her crotch and Sherri writhing around my embedded prick. Cam screeched Sherri's name a half-dozen times and was answered by a full minute of mmmmnnns as her friend's mouth was pressed against her soaking mound. I slowed my fucking as they caught their breath, and leaned forward to embrace Sherri's tanned body as both women lapsed into an afterglow.

When peace had returned to my kitchen, it was a foregone conclusion what we would do. As I finished undressing and switched off the upstairs lights, Sherri grabbed her bag – which held several of Cam's sex toys – and Cam picked up my camcorder from where it was sitting in the living room. "You have some blank discs for this, I presume," she asked, out of Sherri's earshot.

"In the downstairs hall closet, you dirty little voyeur," I joked, giving her a light pinch on her butt and causing her to giggle as we three made our way to my bedroom. 

"Mmm…good, 'cuz I'll need something to watch at night after Amy's gone to bed. And I know Sherri'll want one of you. You know, you're familiar. She doesn't know from day-to-day who her husband will have her fuck to seal a business deal."

I was stoked with excitement. It wasn't yet midnight and I had years of pent-up fantasies to act out with these two before we slept. 

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As horny as I was for both Cam and Sherri, I was in no hurry and waited for nature to take its course, especially since I now knew that they'd been Sapphic lovers for a good while. I sat my camera on my dresser to capture whatever occurred on the king-size bed for four hours, and turned toward them as they lay back nude, languidly stroking one another and mewling softly. 

The moment I knee-walked between them I gathered them in my arms and they embraced me. Cam spread her succulent, muscular thighs and drew my torso into her moist, heated crotch as my member started to fill with blood. For a second Sherri sandwiched me between herself and Cam, but just as quickly scooted toward the end of the bed, to place her head close to my growing organ and Cam's pussy. My excitement grew quickly as four female hands and two mouths covered my face and belly. I moaned into Cam's mouth as I tongued her, and groaned suddenly as Sherri wrapped her full lips around the end of my dick to take her first deep suck, followed by a half-dozen slow, sure pulls of her smooth fingers. After a few deep, throat-filling movements of her head, Sherri then held my prick in her mouth with her tongue laving the underside, and breathed on me hotly, finally pulling off to murmur, "Mmmmnn, Shaun…you've always had the most beautiful package." 

Cam reacted to this by thrusting her saddle upward – whining in frustration as she did so – and attempting to skewer herself onto me. "Sherr-eee!" she cried, as my spit-covered prong glanced off one of her buttocks, "Don't teeeaaase! Put him in meee!" A second later Sherri's guiding hand steered my dick to Cam's dripping opening and I slid to my balls inside her hot cunt, as she locked her heels behind my butt and commenced to moan wildly into my mouth. Deeply planted in her now, I tried to take long strokes but she held onto me tightly, allowing only short, rapid plunges that caused maximum abrasion of her clit. She was hanging from my hips – her butt off of the bed – and hammering at me while suspended. After a while my arms began tiring and we fell to one side, prompting her to pull one leg from under us while we screwed. Then we rolled another quarter turn, with me on my back, to continue our fucking, which was getting frantic. 

Maybe it's because Sherri was on the bed with us that made her so wild. In any case, Cam was a virtual savage as she flung her hips down onto my steely prong while sucking on my tongue until I thought she'd pull it out by the roots. The noises she was making were equally bestial as she punctuated each downward plunge of her pussy with an accompanying growl in her throat. I reached up to palm her breasts which were flattened onto my chest, and she raised herself slightly so that I could get a better grip. I took her movement as an invitation and squeezed, then squeezed harder, which caused her to gasp, "Harder!" then "Harder!" again, until I was afraid I'd injure her. 

In the meantime Sherri had retrieved from her bag a long, double-ended dildo, one end of which she'd lubed and wormed between her legs. That was just the first of many appliances that she'd pull from her flight bag that night, I discovered, as she slowly began mounting Cam from behind. Though I couldn't see what she was doing behind Cam, I assumed that she had lubed the other end and entered her friend's ass with it. When Cam groaned, "Ohhh, Jeeez-zusss," and slowed her pace, I realized that I was right. The genius of the move was that with each thrust Sherri made which stimulated her vagina, Cam recoiled and thrust her cunt onto me. Reversing the move, every time Cam raised her hips for more vaginal stimulation from my prick, the dildo embedded in her colon thrust upward into her friend's pussy, bringing Sherri further pleasure. I was fascinated by the inventiveness of these two women, and it drove me toward a long-postponed climax of my own. 

I looked up at Cam's contorted face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was open as she was swept along by her increasing excitement. Her succulent nipples were distended to a half-inch between my plucking fingers and she'd continued taking short slow plunges onto me as if trying to coax me inside her womb. I felt her inner contractions, and the dildo Sherri was plugging into her rectum through the thin membrane of flesh separating her two holes, as our noisy passion grew. I looked at Sherri above Cam. Her eyes were blazing with lust and her gritted teeth shown as she stood flat-footed behind her friend, goring her asshole brutally with the latex toy that protruded from her own vagina. Her hands were gripping Cam's waist and she was pushing firmly down on it as she helped wring from all three of us the wrenching, sweaty orgasm that we were laboring toward.

Cam came first, jamming herself onto my probe so hard that I slipped past her dilated cervix, and trembled through a screaming climax that set off Sherri almost immediately, who fell to one side, disengaging Cam from me. Though the two women were still linked by the flexible dildo, and writhing together in an orgasmic glow, Cam was groaning disappointedly and I was moaning passionately as my first copious gout of cum shot from my dick to plaster itself across her face. As if not wanting the seed to go to waste, Sherri quickly yanked the dildo from her twat and replaced it with my cock, as I continued ejaculating. She ground her cunt down on me furiously as I emptied my balls into her center. In a second she began licking my cum from Cam's face, then holding her in a tight embrace and whining as they began trading a thin stream of jizzum. When my breathing had reached normal, both of their lips shone from a thin glaze of seed and spit which had been sloppily exchanged several times.

By the time I'd stretched out a muscle cramp in my calf the two girls had decided our next position was going to be a daisy chain…with embellishments. Sherri pulled a clear plastic butt plug from her bag and handed it to Cam, who wordlessly lubricated it with some goo from a tube, and gently inserted it into her friend's anus. Sherri then lay on one side and spread her legs with Cam nestling between them on her side to tongue her friend's moist slit. Cam then coaxed me between her legs to tongue her plump pussy while handing me another toy. This was a smooth silver vibrator which found its way into Cam's colon as Sherri kept busy trying to revive my now-flaccid dong.

The room was alive with the low muted sound of three ecstatic people. "Mmmmmmmnnnn," was all that was heard, interrupted by the soft, liquid, lapping sounds of tongues against the quivering flesh of reproductive parts. Such was the case for a couple of minutes anyway, until both women started whimpering from pleasure and my cock had risen to its former erect state of glory. At that point I felt a nuzzling at my rectum and realized that Sherri was trying to impale me with the double-ended dildo that she'd previously used on Cam. 

In all my years of love-making I'd never had anything larger than a female finger up my ass, but I let her gently twist the latex probe up me until it hit my prostate, causing more than a little discomfort. After many of my groans and gasps into Cam's cunt, and several wiggles in response to Sherri's persistent probing, she released the dildo, which eventually fell out due to my thrusts into her throat. At that point I realized there was a limit to my addiction. My ass was off limits, which didn't seem to deter the ladies from what they were doing.

Sherri was taking my full length down her throat. My balls stopped at her chin each time I thrust and she moved her head forward. Her face from her nose down was covered with saliva over the cum already plastered there, and her mascara had run in rivulets down her cheeks from tearful gagging. Cam was little better. Her face was buried deeply in Sherri's crotch as she seemed to want to devour her friend's clit. Her hair was plastered to her face and head with all sorts of bodily fluids as she seemed to gain strength from my persistent lapping at her cunt. Her anus, of course, was buzzing with the incessant drone of the vibrator, which made me gaze with new respect at her splendid ass, that phantasmagoric portion of her that seemed to have a life of its own. 

Sherri was the first to cum, moaning frantically around the mouthful of my cock that she steadfastly kept sucking during her entire orgasm. Cam rode her resolutely, locking her arms around her friend's thighs and plowing her tongue deeply into Sherri's vaginal furrow so as not to lose contact with her clit. A minute later Cam climaxed in my mouth, clamping her thighs tightly against my ears so that I heard and felt little except the vibrator buzzing deeply in the confines of her colon. As always, Sherri finished more quickly than her friend, and lent a hand with extending Cam's pleasure by embracing her tenderly as she groaned through her contortions. I, as usual, ended the session with my root harder than ever, its veins fairly bursting, and slickened by Sherri's saliva. Somewhat tired, I lay on my back, thinking that a break from our activities would renew my energy, but Sherri chose that moment to change our position. 

"Ooooh, Shaun…I wanna sit on your face. 'Member how you used to drive me crazy? It was so gooood! C'mon…eat me, honey," she begged, straddling my head and neck while facing my feet without awaiting an answer. My mouth was already open and my tongue extended as I looked up to see her spread her labia widely with two fingers before making contact with my mouth. She shaved only partially now, leaving a delta of short, brown hair above her slit. And, as I remember from knowing her before, she was fond of grinding her ass on my face in this position, the payoff to her including a tonguing of her asshole in the process. As I licked the first tart juice from her pink rectum then slid my lingual member down to her cunt, garnished with the taste of my cum, I thanked my lucky stars that I was as devoted to the sexual arts as I was.

Cam, apparently, shared those sentiments as well, because she straddled my hips facing Sherri and eased her dripping pussy down onto my cock with an audible grunt. Still excited from cumming from our earlier cunnilingus, she quivered inside as she adapted to my thickness and depth. I was blind to what was happening because Sherri's magnificent saddle obscured my vision. But my hands were alive, groping the two women's breast flesh as I discovered Cam nibbling at her taller friend's nipples, and Sherri toying with Cam's clitoris as they both rode me toward yet another orgasm…which came very quickly. 

After the screams and moans ceased, both women occasionally twitched and quivered as they came down from their peak. For now, it appeared, they had had enough…at least enough to take a break. But I hadn't. Oh, I'd wait a few minutes before going at it with relish, but I still had an erection, something that rarely went down when I was with two women. And I wasn't ready to rest.

I started with two large pillows, then placed Sherri's butt on them, nibbling at her vulva while I did it to keep her legs spread-eagled. Her brown eyes flashed excitedly as I coaxed Cam to lie facing her between her spread legs. Cam's smaller but fleshier body raised her to a perfect height for me while kneeling, while Sherri's more angular saddle – with the pillows – was ideal for down-and-dirty rutting while lying underneath. Both women took their cue and began lavishing deep, tonguing kisses on one another as they undulated in each other's arms. Cam's narrow, high butt beckoned to me proudly as she held her legs loosely together above Sherri's vulva. My throat tightened with excitement as I admired my impromptu architectural handiwork of their two bodies, with four appetizing apertures ready for me to plunder. It was good…all good, I marveled. One of my fantasies of several years was about to become real.

I knelt behind Cam, holding her legs together, and embraced her as I whispered in her ear, "I want your ass now, honey. Give me your luscious ass."

She squeaked happy agreement in her throat and reached around to put both of her palms on her buttocks and pull them apart. "Take me, baby, go ahead…fill me uuu-up," the last word sounding like two syllables since she was reacting to my entering into her colon with one slippery plunge. "My Gawwwd…you feel huge," she grunted, as she began a litany of filthy encouragement.

Underneath her, Sherri spread her legs even more widely and placed her heels on Cam's kidneys so as to grind her pelvic mound against her friend's prominent pubic bone. Each of my thrusts into Cam's rectum drove their pussies together, in turn causing them to speed their excited humping against one another. Sherri was the first to approach orgasm, which I cruelly stopped by withdrawing from Cam, thrusting her legs apart, and spearing Sherri's anus as it undulated on the pillows. "Ahhh, Gawd!" she cried, as I wormed my way further into her ass. Apparently surprised at first, she then began mewling and mumbling, "Yeah…yeah…get it Shaun…fuck me hard…yeah…hard…yeah…ooh, harder."

They were mine now, both of them, and I treated them accordingly. From Sherri's tight ass I went to Cam's muscular quim, then to that of her friend, who blessed all of us with a two-minute orgasm as I gored her relentlessly, then back to Cam, where I stayed. At the very end, holding her legs tightly together, I plugged her cunt 'til her G-spot was raw, with her screaming joyously from atop our pile of flesh.

Sleep came easily. I awoke with a morning hard-on, having cum only once the night before. The shower was running in the master bathroom and woman sounds and smells filled the air as the two ladies got ready for their Saturday. I offered to make them breakfast but they declined, having only coffee before they headed into the city. Cam felt guilty for having left her daughter with the nanny all night, and begged off seeing me on Sunday in favor of spending time with her child. I understood, of course, and looked forward to passing the weekend watching football, doing laundry, and reflecting on my recent sexual fortunes.

After the ladies left I turned to showering and straightening up my place. A couple of hours later I'd finished vacuuming and cleaning. I tried for a while to plan work for a couple of clients but finally gave up out of disinterest. Feeling restless and out-of-sorts, I knew I was horny but decided against going to one of the singles bars in town for lunch, or cruising the city park, where there were sure to be several compliant females. Instead, I recorded a DVD of the video that the three of us had recorded of our escapades the night before, which only made me more horny. 

I'd just turned on a football game when the phone rang. It was Sherri. "Shaun, I have to talk with you…alone," she emphasized. 

"Where's Cam?" I asked.

"I'm calling on my cell from outside her house. Darryl came by unannounced and…I left for obvious reasons. I was planning to go back early to San Diego…today, but then I thought I'd give you a ring."

"Lemme guess…you want to come over," I said. Already my prick was stiffening from memories of her phenomenal body, just hours old. The decision was being made for me. If I turned her down I knew I'd be masturbating by nightfall. By accepting, my choice would be a relatively harmless one. Who or what could it hurt? "Sure, c'mon over. I'll fix dinner. Does Cam know?"

Bypassing the question directly, she said, "I assume she thinks I'm on my way to the airport." 

Twenty minutes later Sherri arrived, dressed in a fitted, black velour sweat suit with zippered top and short, black high-heeled boots with a ruff of fur around the tops. Her auburn tresses were drawn back into a ponytail and she looked ten years younger than her age of 36. As she stowed her sunglasses in her bag, my eyes never left her high, firm breasts, which seemed to kiss the air between us. Small gold studs in her earlobes caught the blonde streaks in her hair, causing my breath to catch in my throat. "Welcome back," I murmured, sardonically, masking my true desire.

"Thanks. Now, I want you to know that I love Cam," she said, before walking up the half flight of stairs. "And, I want to protect her in every way. I'm not here to steal you away from her."

"Why, then?" I asked, as we settled onto a sofa.




Addictive Choices Ch. 04



She hesitated as if formulating her thoughts. "I…I want you to be a sperm donor for me."

"You want…you want to have my child?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"No, I want you to impregnate me. It'll be my child," she corrected.

"What about your husband? Didn't you get married to have kids?"

"It's gotten rather complicated. He had a vasectomy without me knowing it," she answered, sadly, drawing her legs up and pulling off her boots.

"So, if you have a baby now…?" I asked, not understanding.

"Shaun, his only interest is making money, and I'm a part of his business. When he entertains a big client, I'm there as his trophy. When he wants to close a deal and a client shows some interest in me, I go to bed with the client." She was running her fingers nervously between her toes as she told me the improbable story. "There's another thing…I absolutely love sex; even with the sleazy ones I can't seem to get enough. I've been told I'm a nymphomaniac."

"That's beside the point," I blurted. I knew you were six years ago, I thought, and that particular sisterhood includes our friend Cam. "You'll blame on some client that you've gotten pregnant and he'll divorce you, right?"

"I could blame it on several men. He keeps me very active," she murmured, ashamedly. "And he'll pay…Jeezus, will he ever pay. But," she sighed and shrugged, "he can afford it."

"I don't know, Sherri," I said, getting up and pacing. "You show up after three years with a story of spousal cruelty and expect me to become a material part of a divorce brought on by adultery? Give me a break." I looked over the foot-thick, waist-high wall leading to the entry and the stairway downstairs, at a loss as to what to do next. I'd been naïve enough to think Sherri was coming back to see me simply to get laid, not to get me involved in a soap opera. 

I didn't hear her get up and come over to me. I only felt her arms around my chest and her hot body pressing against me from behind. "Shaun," she cooed, "I've chosen you. It's not as if you weren't attracted to me, 'cuz I know you are." Her hands slipped downward across my belly and lower, finally stroking my groin. "And I get so turned-on every time you look at me…I always have. Gawd, last night…when we fucked in the kitchen…I've never been so excited! "

I spun around in her embrace and looked down at her. For the first time since I'd known her she looked innocent…authentic…and absolutely certain of her actions. "And Cam and I have talked about this…about sharing you in the future," she whispered as she caressed my jaw with her smooth lips. My cock pulsed with life as I smelled her sweet scent and felt her eyelashes against my cheek. The front part of my brain went numb as the neurons shot their familiar jolts to my glands. 

A judgmental voice inside me told me she was merely a spoiled yuppie slut who'd just made me an unusually lusty proposition. Another, more moderate voice told me to take her seriously. After all, nymphomania was just the female equivalent of my own sexual problem. So once again I let my libido run wild and ran my hands all over her…over her bottom, up her taut stomach, cupping her breasts and squeezing their abundance softly. "Mmmmmm…yesssss!" she mewled, as I unzipped her top to reveal her bra-less tits. "Ooooh…I'm so wet!" she gasped, as she began pushing her sweat pants down her thighs. "Feel!"

My fingers played in the goo running out of her pussy as I stopped her from dropping her pants further. Her eyes searched mine for an explanation and I growled, "Leave them on." I'd always liked to fuck while partially dressed, because it seemed to make the sex act so much more carnal…so much dirtier, so I pulled just one leg out of Sherri's pants while she held the other pant leg in place. Her tan tits, their aureoles covered with a narrow white bikini line, poked arrogantly out of her unzipped jacket at me with pink nipples as hard as precious stones. She continued looking at me, the color high in her cheeks – trying to anticipate my wishes – as I unzipped my jeans to bare my rigid prick. Her eyes locked onto my member with its bulging blue-green veins bursting with blood, and I took her free hand and moved it up and down the shaft. She jacked me a couple of times and started to drop to her knees, but I spurned the offer of a blowjob and turned her toward the stairway and the half-high wall that serves as a barrier to the downstairs stairway. I lifted her bare leg up to rest her foot on the top of the partition, completely opening up her vagina while she stood on one foot. I teased her dripping opening until she whined and shoved her sopping pussy back onto me, all the way to the fly on my jeans. She then started a grinding motion with me fully embedded in her tightness, then very slowly began full backward strokes onto me, with her pink elastic labia clutching at my rod like stretched rubber bands. 

"Oooh…Shaun…slow…slow…just like that," she begged. "I can feel…every ridge and vein…on your cock," she gasped, as her frothy juices began to collect on me, making a mess of my jeans. "Mmmmnnn, you're so…deep in me. Oooh, yeah, my cervix…it's opening…for you," she groaned, while wiggling her bottom at me to seat herself even deeper. I reached over her raised leg and began tickling her clitoris, causing her to jump and moan, and felt her internal contractions begin, all the while moving slowly in and out of her steaming cunt. Our slow pace began to speed up and our movements became less regular as Sherri began trembling inside. She was moaning nonstop now, and begging me to do her harder, while exhorting me to cum in her. I wanted it to be complete for her, taking long, full, slow strokes until she started to climax, then I sped up slightly, urging her physically to achieve a protracted orgasm. As it grew in intensity I sped up even more, finally accelerating until I was slamming her tender pussy with all the energy that I had. My arms had captured her upper torso and my fingers kneaded her firm breasts as she hammered her ass back at me. At this point she was yelling aloud, "Cumming! Cumming! I'm…cu'ing Cu'! Fuck! Shaun! I'm…" until she jammed herself onto me, freezing in one paralytic position and quivering inside, only to repeat the movement a dozen times. 

When her throes had ceased, she collapsed back against me, gasping for breath, at which point I lowered her leg to the floor, causing her to nearly collapse. Holding her up, I stripped myself naked and started to lead her downstairs, when suddenly she slipped on her pant leg and nearly fell on the stairway. She sat on a step above me, now completely nude, and groggily reached for my hand. Instead of lifting her up, however, I slid between her legs and guided my still-erect dick into her snatch, which welcomed me with an audible slish. 

Sherri threw her head back with a closed-eyed smile, threw her arms around my shoulders, and urged me on. "Oh, yesss…yess…yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she chanted, as I rutted upward into her while she sat on the step. I grabbed her pants, putting them underneath the small of her back to prevent carpet burns, as she thrust her legs into the air. "Nnnngghh…Shaun…I'm cumming again. Gawd…cummmm-mmmminnng," she screamed as I felt the long-awaited tingles of my own orgasm creeping into my groin. It was at that moment that I realized that I'd never be able to let go of this woman again…she was just too good in the kip. As my glands overtook my brain, I realized that I'd never beat my sexual addiction, and that she – along with our mutual lover, Cam – would be physically entwined with me for the rest of my life. 

Sherri knew it, too. She'd experienced my climaxes dozens of times and could feel them – literally – coming. This particular one, however, was apocalyptic and she somehow knew it. As I thrust into her the last few times before exploding, she wrapped both arms around my neck and legs around my waist in a vise-like grip, vacuuming my cock head past her cervix into her womb until I planted the first of many shots of seed into her fecund uterus. The initial blast raced up my prick and splashed into her, causing her to squeal joyfully in her throat, then she began cooing into my ear: "Yeah, honey, give it all to me. Fill me full of your juice…your cum. I want your baby. Give it to me. Please…give it to me." After four or five more gigantic spasms, each accompanied by my animalistic shouts, I had hosed her insides completely so that my fluid was leaking out around my implanted penis. I then collapsed into her arms – gasping for oxygen like an exhausted swimmer – with one of her hands gently stroking my neck behind my head. 

We eventually reached my bedroom that afternoon, first making up the bed, then trashing it with our manic fucking throughout the night. By the time Sunday arrived I was completely sated and Sherri was due at the airport in the afternoon for her flight to San Diego. She departed a happy, very satisfied, lady.

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Cam called me on Sunday night. "Did you do what Sherri wanted?" she asked. I grudgingly admitted that I had. "Was it good?" she wanted to know. What could I say? I decided not to lie and confided that, yes, it was "good." Then she surprised me by saying, "Well, if you didn't record it on video, we'll have to do that next time she's here. You know what a voyeur I am."

"Have you spoken with her?" I questioned.

"Yes. Just got off the phone. Cliff, her husband, has already made a date for her tomorrow night…with one of his client partners. The development is going to have seventy-five custom homes, called 'Sherrill Grove'. Sherrill's her full name." 

And at the end of the month she'll tell Cliff she's pregnant, refuses to have an abortion, and wants a divorce, I thought. "Then everything's worked out as planned," I said, without a trace of sarcasm or guilt.

As it turned out, everything had. Sherri was pregnant and filed for divorce on several grounds. Not only had she been prostituted by her husband, but he, himself, had a string of angry girlfriends, all of whom made him look even worse. The outcome of Sherri's case was a foregone conclusion, made easier by the fact that she was eight months along with a boy child when her court hearing occurred. She walked away with many millions, certainly enough to move north where she bought a modest rural estate in a nearby upscale county while investing the lion's share. This became a place where Cam and her daughter, as well as I, spent weekends. The three of us were very careful to shield the kids from our sexual addictions, which eventually became acceptable – if unconventional – to close friends of the two ladies. In fact, I was surprised by my two hostesses with an occasional new female lover every once in a while. They knew me well, these two, and were very well aware of what would keep me interested…in addition to a young son. 

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