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Another Night

By: Oral Rex



Another night, another show. Rex had played this song many times, fingering the bass notes on his Fender Precision, fast and furious, dancing around his side of the stage, mugging at the front rows of the audience and playing off the other guys in the band. From the stage, most places look pretty much the same: piles of speakers and bright lights to the sides of the stage and more bright lights in front. 

This university pub was no different. Looking down to the front of the stage, a bunch of drunk guys with their fists in the air (or another guy's mouth) and the occasional visions of female pulchritude, proudly displaying braless tits in tight tops. Many of these eyed Rex's big cock, trapped in the leg of his skin-tight pants.

Surprisingly, Rex was picky. His experience was that the girls in the front row were often self-involved and, ultimately, not satisfying in bed. Rex looked for something special, a girl with a special look in her eye, a girl who would take the time to pleasure him in the way he loved best - to have his cock sucked slowly, building up to a gut-wrenching orgasm, spewing his sperm into the girl's soft, wet mouth. That girl would also enjoy Rex's talents - his love for sucking her pussy and fucking her slowly for hours with his big, hard cock. Such girls were not found in front of the stage, but further back, beyond the lights, waiting to show themselves to a guy that could capture their interest. 

As the song came to an end, Rex could hear cheering and yelling from a large group toward the back of the room. Looking past the lights, he could make out team uniforms and hoisted mugs of beer. It was a mixed bunch of guys and girls - a team of some sort. Apparently, they were celebrating a victory. As usual, they had no interest in the band - teams seldom did.

Finally, the last song was played and Rex was finished for the evening. He left the stage, put his bass away, changed his clothes in the shabby dressing room and made his way out into the still-partying crowd to get a soft drink. Heading toward the bar, he passed the rowdy team. The girls caught his attention. In their short shorts, their long legs and trim asses invited closer inspection. 

Then he noticed that he, too, was being inspected. Above a particularly long pair of legs was a tight pair of green shorts wedged up between bulging pussy lips. Above that, a trim waist and a bulging pair of tits straining a green and white satin jersey. Those tits were quite a bit larger than usual for an athletic girl. Rex's cock began to sit up and take notice. But, above that was the piece de resistance, a face with high cheekbones, beautiful almond-shaped blue eyes, all framed by multi-coloured blonde hair. He was trapped by those eyes, looking at him, and by the tip of her tongue poking between her white teeth, framed by a slight smile. She glanced down at his cock, swelling down the leg of his tight jeans. She looked back up at his eyes, then flushed and looked away, turning toward her team mates. His cock felt turgid. He wanted her, but how to meet her?

Rex turned toward the bar and caught the bartender's attention.

"Can I have a Coke, please?"

The bartender quickly poured a glass from the soda fountain, twirled the glass with a flourish and slid it across the counter. No payment was requested, since the band members got free soda (but had to pay for beer). Rex turned around and spotted the blonde athlete looking at him speculatively. She didn't have a mug in her hand, so he turned to the bartender and asked for another Coke. When it appeared on the bar, Rex waved a hand at it and smiled inquiringly to the girl. She smiled and walked over toward him. 

His heart pounded as he watched her tits gently bounce and the space between her thighs appeared and disappeared. Remembering to look up at her face, he was rewarded by her smile and, once again, her eyes mesmerized him. He had never seen that shade of blue, especially not in oval eyes that reminded him of a far eastern land.

She said, "Is that for me?" 

He wasn't sure she meant the glass of Coke, because her eyes kept straying to his cock, now bulging alarmingly down his leg.

"Yes", he said, "It's all yours."

She grinned and sipped the coke. "Thanks, I was thirsty."

"Are you from here, or somewhere else?", he asked, inanely.

"Not from here", she said. 

Skipping a couple of steps in the conversation, she said, "We're staying at the Holiday Inn. I'm rooming with three other girls. We're sharing beds. The team can't afford to put us up separately or even two to a room."

Rex's thoughts of visiting her hotel room evaporated and he wondered how they might get some privacy. His hotel room was upstairs above the bar, but it was very much on the seedy side and he wasn't sure how adventuresome she might be. Little did he know!

Meanwhile, her scent was getting to him, part gentle perfume, all girl. A rush of lust filled him and he felt his cock get hot and thick, pushing down the leg of his tight trousers. Looking at her team shirt, he spotted her nipples popping up the green and white satin. Looking up, her eyes were on his and she smiled. He'd never before felt this sexual connection and he thrilled at where it might lead.

She asked where he was staying. When he told her, she said she had always wondered what the rooms were like. She'd heard rumours about how bar bands lived. He couldn't believe his luck. He asked her if she'd like to check it out. She agreed and introduced herself as Tabitha. He responded, saying his name, scarcely believing his luck.

They finished their Cokes and left the bar. Winks, laughter and grins from a couple of the girls of the team followed them out the door, although he got the distinct feeling that the guys on the men's team were less enthused. Climbing the stairs to the rooms, Rex looked back to see if she was following him. She smiled up at him. He got the idea she was staring at his ass. Behind her, the drummer was climbing the stairs, staring at the slim, muscular ass and legs twitching above him. He grinned up at Rex and showed him two thumbs up.

Unlocking the door to his room, Rex led Tabitha inside and shut the door. The glow of the neon sign outside flooded through the window and lit the room. Fortunately, the room was fairly neat and well kept, not the worst of the dives he stayed in. The maid had been in during the afternoon and Rex hadn't pulled the sheets down for his customary afternoon nap, sleeping on the top of the bed in the warm weather. He bent to turn on the bedside lamp and then turned to find her sitting on the corner of the bed with her hands between her knees, looking a bit tentative. 

Standing in front of her, he reached out and gently stroked her shining gold hair that framed those high cheekbones and intriguing lips. The beautiful blue eyes looked up at him. Looking into them, he was caught. This girl was different. He plunged his fingers into her hair and stroked it back, away from her face. She smiled. Her hands came up from between her knees and stroked up the front of his jeans, over the bulge hanging down his left leg. Her hands stopped at his hips and pulled him gently toward her, her legs parting to allow him closer to her. She pressed him against her face and tits, her hot breath slowly working through his jeans to further inflame his crotch. She pulled back and started to undo his jeans. He stroked her hair and let her pull his jeans open and push them down over his ass and down to his knees. 

His cock, released from prison, sprang up and slapped her chin. The fat mauve tip was wet with clear fluid, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Laughing, she looked up at him, then slowly extended her tongue and captured a drop of fluid. Pulling her head back, the drop stretched, becoming a strand of clear honey, a few inches, then a foot, before the strand snapped. She slurped up the fluid on her tongue, then went back for more. Again, she captured a drop and stretched it, licking his precum like it was the finest nectar in the world. Then she ducked her head down, turned slightly sideways and pressed her tongue up the length of his cock, right up the tube. A great drop of precum burst from the tip and started to roll down the head, but her tongue was there ahead of it, slurping it up. 

With every hot, wet swipe of Tabitha's tongue on his flesh, Rex's cock nerves danced. He panted and groaned with lust, rolling his head back and hanging onto her hair. Suddenly, his cock was engulfed in the hot liquid embrace of her mouth descending over it. At once, he wanted to cum and yet hold his cum forever. Before he knew it, most of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue lashed the tube along the bottom of his prick. 

Never before had a woman taken so much of his cock in her mouth! His cock was bigger than most and was the subject of ribald boasting by some of his band-mates. Although not the donkey-dong they claimed it to be, nonetheless, no woman had ever taken it all down. This girl, Tabitha, was only a couple of inches away from making band history. 

Her head rose and her lips, pursed tightly around his flesh, climbed the shaft, drawing his skin up. When only the head remained in her mouth, her tongue rolled around it and teased the flesh below the hole. He felt like filling her mouth with sperm, but held off. If this was just the beginning...

She twirled her tongue around his cock, then dropped her head again. He was in heaven. Then Tabitha did something he'd dreamed of experiencing - she slowly forced his prick into her mouth and throat, sucking all the way. He felt the smooth, slippery incredibly tight channel of her throat surround his cockhead and work its way down his shaft. His cockhead was stroked and tightly compressed by her throat. He groaned and arched his hips into her face, on the verge of cumming -- and then her head rose and her lips popped free of his cock. 

She grinned at him, then lowered her gaze to his swollen, shiny cock. He looked at it, too. He had never seen it so big. It looked like somebody else's cock, so long and fat had it grown. It was a deep purple, shiny with her saliva, the gnarled veins reflecting the light of the bedside lamp. Her saliva dripped down the shaft to his balls. Tabitha's hand stroked up the shaft and a blob of clear fluid appeared at the tip and started to roll down the purple head. She moaned appreciatively and dove down to swipe at it with her tongue, drawing another strand up from his cock to the tip of her tongue. A couple of times she did this, slurping and sucking at the strand, then her head descended and once again his cock was lovingly cradled in her mouth, her tongue squirming against the sensitive flesh between his cockhead and the shaft.

He said, "If you keep going, I'm going to cum."

"Where do you want to cum?", she asked.

"In your mouth".

She only smiled and groaned. Her head descended and his delicious torture continued, each bob of her head increasing the liquid pressure in his groin. His universe shrank until all he sensed was his cock and her hot, wet mouth, never resting in its quest for his sperm. The feelings concentrated in his cock were beyond his experience. He knew that this woman would slowly but surely gorge herself on his cock until his sperm erupted, and all he had to do was let it happen. His dream come true. 

Her hands joined the quest. Her left hand closed around the shaft and began stroking in time with her mouth, while her right hand rose to cup and gently knead his balls. Every time her head went down, his cockhead pressed into the narrow, tight entrance to her throat, her tongue stroking its full length. Her pace quickened as she sensed the climax of the quest. He felt the pressures in his groin focus and become white hot, while the sensations in his prick became overwhelming. 

With a loud groan, he pulled her hair toward his crotch when, unbelievably, her hand left his shaft, her head descended further than before and her lips went all the way down to the base of his cock. He felt his cockhead slip past the constricting ring at the entrance to her throat and then his cock was headed down her gullet, its smooth constriction tightly massaging his cockhead. Her teeth gently collided with his pubic bone and her tongue pressed against his balls, wriggling. It was too much. His groin heaved. He hunched over her head, hanging on for dear life. His sperm shot up inside his prick and out and spewed into her throat. She swallowed, torturing his cockhead with pleasure. Helplessly, his body spasmed, his groans rising to a crescendo. She was groaning, too, as his sperm pumped into her again and again. His insides turned themselves out in an effort to expel all of his essence into her sucking mouth and swallowing throat. Finally, his spasms relaxed.

Tabitha slowly backed her head away, her tongue caressing the length of his prick slowly emerging from her mouth. Her tongue toyed with the head, licking up the small drops of sperm that hadn't gone straight down her throat. Rex struggled to remain standing, panting, his pants at his knees, his hands in Tabitha's hair and his cock, the purple mushroom head still in her mouth, starting to deflate. Tabitha's lips popped as they released the head and her hand came up to wipe strands and flecks of semen from her lips. She giggled and smiled up at him. Still panting, he smiled, lowered his head and kissed her hair. She was a beautiful gift. Now, it was time to unwrap the present.

He reached down and lifted her team jersey. Her arms raised up and the top passed over her hands. He tossed it aside on the bed. Her white sports bra cupped her tits, but not for long. She reached behind her back, as only a limber young girl can, and the cups of the bra came loose. Her arms dropped, her shoulders shrugged, and the bra was whisked away to join her jersey. 

Her tits were marvellous. Pale, their tops sprinkled with freckles, they were perfectly round, each bigger than a grapefruit, with pink nipples crowning their tips, crinkling with lust. He cupped her tits, then gently squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, slowly increasing the pressure as he gently rolled the nipples. She groaned and her nipples swelled. He reached under her armpits, raised her to her feet. Her arms went around his back and his around hers, caressing the soft flesh and the strong muscles beneath. Their lips met. He tasted a hint of his sperm on her breath, then he began to explore her mouth with his tongue. She gave as good as she got. Her slippery tongue chased his in and out of their mouths. When her tongue invaded his again, he captured it gently by sucking it between his lips, then tickled it with his own. Her eyes popped open and she grinned. 

He stood back and slid off his pants, then hooked his thumbs into her shorts and slid them down those long, smooth legs. Her pussy emerged, lightly covered with a small triangle of soft blonde curls. As he knelt to pull the shorts to her feet, he could see her pussy lips, swollen, pink and damp, peeking out at him. He could feel her heat. She lifted her feet and he tossed the shorts away, then he pressed gently on her hips to sit her on the bed again. Standing, he ran his hands up to her tits and cupped them again, then further up to her shoulders and gently pushed her back until she sprawled across the bed.

He paused in wonder. This long-limbed, pale-skinned beauty was lying, arms and legs akimbo, blue eyes smiling up at him, blonde hair spread out in a fan, her tits rising proud from her deep rib cage with those beautiful crinkly pink nipples winking at the ceiling. Her narrow waist and slim, rounded hips cupped her smooth, flat belly and neatly hidden navel. Below, her long legs met at pink pussy lips that drew his mouth like a magnet.

He knelt to worship. This was no time to get fancy, so he went straight for the heart of the matter. Slowly, as lightly as he could, Rex dragged the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the juices were leaking out, up along her swollen lips, still not fully opened, to their joining, just grazing the small pearl hiding there. She jumped, gasped and her hips revolved. Her juices tasted sweet and clear, the best ever to coat his tongue. 

He started at the bottom again, this time digging the tip of his tongue into her juices and pressing it up between her lips, parting the soft folds as he traveled up. Her hips squirmed and lifted off the bed, so he took the opportunity to cup his hands under her perfect ass, gently squeezing the cheeks. As his tongue reached the juncture of her velvet lips, it found the pearl again. He twisted his tongue around it and she moaned, her breathing becoming ragged. So, he twirled his tongue again...and again. Her hips were grinding and her belly bulged with the tension building there. 

Gently, he pressed his upper lip against the hood of her clit and pushed up, exposing the clit to the lashing of his tongue. He began to relentlessly circle her clit with his tongue. He didn't let up. Her hips started to shake and her groans pitched higher and higher. To control her hips, he wrapped his arms up around them and gripped the tops of her thighs, never staying the assault of his tongue. Her juices flowed freely from her pussy, slippery on his chin. Infrequently, he would swipe his tongue down over her lips and peehole. This got a delayed reaction, the intensity of the shaking and moaning increasing, her belly heaving with her panting. He felt the tension growing, tighter and tighter. 

Finally, she drew a great breath, heaved her hips up and her orgasm broke over her. She wailed, her hips thrashed, her back arched higher and she fell over sideways. Tightly gripping her, he followed her pussy with his tongue, feeling her spasms. Her arms slapped the bed and she gasped and cried out. Looking up, he could see her beautiful face twisted as if in agony, teeth and eyes clenched tight. She shook and shook, then, slowly, the intensity dropped. He could feel the tension leaving her and, as it did, he relaxed and slowed his tongue, following her spirit down to a quiet place. Her back relaxed and her ass settled back onto the bed. Little flicks of his tongue on her clit drew little jerks of her hips.

But, he could feel that she was not empty, yet. Gripping her thighs in his arms, he sucked her clit into his mouth, gently captured it between his front teeth and lashed it rapidly with his tongue. Tabitha's backed arched, her hips jerked and she screamed. She spasmed helplessly in the grip of another orgasm. This one was over faster and he let her down gently as he sensed it ebbing. Gently, he stroked her clit and her pussy lips with his tongue, then releasing her hips, he leaned back. She was gasping, slowly recovering. Her eyes opened, staring at the ceiling, then found his. 

They both grinned. This was something special. She said, "That's the first time I've ever cum from being sucked. I didn't think it could happen for me. It was incredible, better than being fucked."

His heart felt big in that moment. They had just begun.

Another Night



I'm so excited to see them. I'm squirming in my seat. It's been so long since I've tasted either of them and I'm licking my lips with anticipation. I remember her soft body against mine and his hard length inside of me. God I need that again. I need to feel both of them against me, on either side of me. I drive off the bridge, trying not to speed knowing I'm so close to there place. I'm shaking in my seat, and I have butterflies in my stomach. What will we say? How will we start? God I can't wait.

I'm pulling onto their block and I call his cell phone to tell him and Kate that I'm here. Mark says he'll meet me outside and hangs up. I slow my car down to park and I'm trying to take deep breaths to calm my nerves. I don't remember being this nervous for anything else. I don't remember wanting anything else as much as I wanted these two sexy, sensual people. I'm sitting in my car, trying to get the nerve to step out. I can't explain why I'm so nervous. It's not my first time with them. But I am nervous because it's been so long and I'm so horny from talking to them online for so long with no actual physical touching. I think I might cum if I brush my arm against either. My door opens and Mark leans down at me. 

I look into his blue eyes and I see his smile and I can't wait for him to fuck me. He holds out his hand to help me out of the car. He leans in and gives me a small peck on the cheek and says "It's nice to see you again Heather."

I blush and stammer a reply. "Thanks Mark. It's great seeing you. Kate's upstairs?"

"Yeah, she's mixing a few drinks. We thought we'd start off with some alcohol, maybe a movie."

"Sure, sounds great."

He puts his hand on my lower back so I can precede him up the stairs and that small touch on my exposed back sends shocks though my body. His fingers lightly caress my bare skin and I can't stop the sudden moan deep in my throat. Mark chuckles at my eagerness. He slides his fingers into the loose waist band of my flowing skirt and caress' lower. I stop walking for a second, and close my eyes. I feel him lean in close to me and take a small bite at my ear and I lean in for more. "Soon enough Heather." God, I don't want to fucking wait!

Mark lightly pushes me to get me to keep walking and I'm a little wobbly on my shaky knees but I make it up the stairs to his apartment. He reaches past me, brushing against my already hard nipples and pushes the door open. I walk in and I see Kate walking from the kitchen with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face. I immediately smile in return and Mark pushes me and says "Well, go say hi," with a chuckle since I seem rooted to the spot. I giggle lightly and step forward to give her a kiss and a hug hello. We lean in for a light peck on the lips, but once her breasts touch mine, I lean in for a longer, deeper kiss and she presses her hands against my back, holding me closer in return. God her lips are so soft and her tongue so firm. She tastes too good, I could sit here for days, just kissing her and rubbing my hands up and down her back, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my swollen, hot breasts. I can picture my mouth already on them. Mark clears his throat, and we both hastily pull apart, blushing and laughing. Mark is smiling indulgently at us and knows we both can't wait. But he wants us on edge. He's finally got two willing females in his hold, females willing to do anything he asks and he wants to savor it and see how far he can push them.

Mark grabs his drink and walks to the living room and we follow without a word. He sits down on the couch and we each sit on either side of him. He puts one hand on Kate's thigh and I lean my breast against his other arm, both of us leaning close and against him. I am squirming in my seat, rubbing against him, straining to be closer, to feel skin on skin. Kate keeps looking over at me, watching me and squeezing her legs together, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. She's as eager to start as I am. But both girls wait for Mark to make the first move. He sees that both girls are eager and yet nervous. He takes Kate's now empty glass and hands his beer and Kate's glass over to me. He asks me to put it on the table. I get up and walk to it and when I turn towards the couch I see Mark's hands cupping Kate's cheeks and he's giving her the sweetest kiss ever. I smile and walk over to them and kneel in front of them, content to watch what they share.

They pull apart and stare at each other for a moment and smile. Mark looks down at me and pulls me up on his lap and leans back on the sofa. Kate and I are looking at each other, each unsure who's to make the first move. Finally I lean forward towards Kate and kiss her. Kate's eagerness takes over and she leans into me, pushing me back to lie on Mark, while she leans over me. Mark spreads my legs with his own, so I am straddling his thighs and Kate lays herself between them. We're kissing heatedly now. Sucking and nipping at each others lips. Moaning and hands roaming all over. Marks hands spread over my stomach from behind and find there way up towards my breasts to cup my full 38DD breasts. He feels her bra and immediately gets frustrated.

"Kate, stop. I want you to both stand up and undress each other. Get naked... Now."

We both immediately stand up in front of him and we reach for each other. There is a little fumbling to unzip skirts, and unbutton pants. Each eager to finally get the other naked. We giggle and laugh and Mark enjoys watching our playful eagerness. Finally we're both naked and we embrace instantly. Naked skin to naked skin. Our breasts rubbing each other. Hands caressing soft supple asses. Both moaning and kissing. I throw my head back as Kate grabs my ass and Kate begins licking and sucking her way down my neck. I am biting her lips and moaning while I lightly scrape my nails across Kate's soft pale skin, leaving light pink marks. Kate pulls away from me and leans towards my tits. She sucks one nipple hard and bites it lightly and my knees go weak. I fall to my knees and immediately start pressing kisses and licking Kate's stomach, my hands cupping her ass. I begin to lower my head, I can smell Kate's wetness, her arousal and I want to taste it so badly. But Mark calls my name. I stop and look at him, with pleading eyes. One taste please, I silently beg. He looks down at his hard cock, still in his pants and raises his eyebrow at us. We immediately feel contrite for having forgotten his pleasure first. We rush over to him and fall to our knees at his feet. I lean forward to lift his shirt over his head while Kate opens his belt and undoes his pants. We undress him in record time, freeing his long thick hard cock. 

My eyes go big and round. I haven't seen his cock in so long and I dreamt about it. Fantasized about it and wanted it for so long. And it was gorgeous. Hot, thick, pulsing, red and waiting for my mouth. I look at Kate, and Kate smiled as if she knows exactly what I am feeling. Kate slides her hand from my cheek into my hair and grasps my hair tightly. I let a slight gasp out at the strength but smile. Kate presses my head forward, towards Marks straining cock. Kate begins pressing and pulling my mouth on and off of Marks cock. Kate sits next to Mark, but leans forward and is using one hand in my hair to suck Marks tool with my experienced mouth. Every time I go down, Kate pressed harder to take more of Mark's cock. Kate wants to see me take all of his cock down my throat. I am more than eager to take his whole dick into my mouth, into my throat. I want to gag on his cock. Soon enough I am taking his whole cock in and out, in and out. Kate loves watching her boyfriends cock disappears into my slutty mouth. She leans forward and whispers in my ear, "Does your slutty mouth like my boyfriends cock?" My eyes pop open, glazed over from lust, with spit dripping down my chin and moaning so loudly, my hands rubbing my clit. Kate grabs my hand away from my clit and says, "No.... Finger mine." I immediately reach for Kate's cunt as I continue to suck on Marks cock and my hand touches the hottest wettest cunt ever. I immediately press my finger deep into Kate and rub my thumb across her clit. Kate jerks and shakes her hand on my head all but forgotten. Mark pushes Kate's hand out of my hair and presses my mouth all the way down on his cock and holds it there. I take his whole cock deep into my throat and I feel Mark's hands pressing and holding my head there. I can't breathe but I don't care. I can feel my throat constricting around his cock, squeezing, my throat aching. I'm a little dizzy with no oxygen but I hope he doesn't stop. It's just making me hotter. My body is straining. I'm gagging. My own pussy is dripping and my fingers are buried in a sweet hot pussy and my mouth is full of a hard thick cock. I'm in whore heaven.

Kate is jerking her hips up and down, fucking my fingers, searching for something more filling. Mark pushes my mouth away and lifts Kate on top of his cock and slams her down on his cock, in her pussy, facing away from him. She immediately screams and convulses, so shocked at the sudden invasion of his cock in her pussy. He holds her there, feeling her pussy and muscles contract around his cock. I immediately kneel and start licking Kate's clit and Marks' balls as they get covered with Kate's hot cum. He pulls Kate back, so she's lying atop of him, he's kissing and sucking her neck, as he lifts her hips and slowly starts to fuck her. She's moaning and pinching her nipples. My mouth is licking and lapping at her clit and pussy and stroking up and down Mark's cock as he slides in and out of Kate's pussy. A few times, he pulls Kate off of his cock and tells me to suck Kate's juices right off his cock. I greedily gobble his cock up, licking it clean and then hold it so that Mark can lower Kate back onto his cock. Mark tells me to get the strap on from his bedroom. I instantly comply and fly to the bedroom for the strap on. While I'm gone, Mark is holding Kate's hips in his hands and he's pressing her down and lifting her up in small increments, teasing her and building her up again, but holding off on her cumming. She's getting frustrated and tries moving her hips on her own, but his fingers are digging into her hips, holding her to his pace. He's biting her neck now, controlling her. She whimpers slightly, hot and turned on by his dominance. I come back with the strap on in my mouth. Mark smiles at his good girl and tells me to put it on. I climb into the harness and pull it in place. I spit a little in my hand and rub it on the strap on. Mark tells me to bring it to Kate's mouth and tells Kate to make sure it gets good and wet. Kate enthusiastically swallows the strap-on, spitting on it and licking it, making sure it's good and wet. Mark says enough and Kate lets it go. He lifts Kate off of his cock and tells her to turn around, facing him and to straddle his lap and sit on his cock, taking it in her pussy. Kate climbs on and lets out a loud moan as she swallows his cock again in her cunt. 

I come close and at first lean down, and set to licking and tonguing Kate's ass. Kate starts to moan and squirm and Mark reaches around and grabs Kate's ass cheeks and spreads them wide to make it easier for me to tongue and spear Kate's ass with my tongue. Kate's hips begin to move, searching for more to fill her ass. I stand up, and spit on my hand, lubing up the strap on. I move forward and press the head of my strap-on against Kate's small hole. I slowly enter into the tight hole. I can see Kate tensing and I begin to massage her shoulders and back as I press forward into her ass, past her tight ring, deeper into her. Marks hands are grabbing Kate's cheeks between his hands and is pressing them and pulling them, stretching them, making it easier for the strap on to slide in. I relentlessly slide the whole strap on into Kate's ass. Kate is leaning forward, her head bent, biting onto Marks shoulder and Mark's eyes are closed as he savors how tight Kate's pussy is now. I slowly pull out, spit on the strap on and slide back in. I do it one more time and notices it's a little easier the second time. I look at Mark and smile. He smiles back and he begins to pump Kate's pussy with his cock. She moans and her back arches and she feels herself being pushed back onto the cock in her ass. I then thrust forward and Kate's eye's pop open. This new feeling. One thrusting, the other thrusting. Her holes filled. Oh god. She can barely stand it. Mark begins to thrust into her faster and faster and I beings matching his thrusts. Kate is yelling and moaning and screaming. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her back arched. I lean forward as I thrust and begin to lick and suck on Kate's neck. Mark wraps his arms around us both and pulls them down flat against him. Kate's face is in his neck and she's biting him as she continues to moan and is now moving her hips in unbridled bucking and thrusting, so close to cumming, she feels like she's going to pass out. My face is near Marks and he wraps a free hand in my hair and pulls my face close to his, kissing me as we slam into Kate again and again, each hole taking a thick hard length. I am sucking on Mark's tongue, like I need a cock to fill my every whole. Kate finally bucks hard and begins to shake and moan and wildly thrash about as she explodes into orgasm. Mark and I renew our thrusting, riding her through her orgasm, not letting it end. Until finally, she passes out on top of Mark, the sensations to intense. Mark immediately stops and tells me to. I stop and slowly remove my strap-on from Kate's spread hole. We look at Kate's face and she's passed out with a smile. Mark smiles at her beautiful alabaster skin and caresses her cheek. He lifts her off of him, onto the end of the couch and lays her down there. He turns around and I am standing there, waiting for his next move. His cock is still hard. He beckons me over with a curl of his finger. I rush to him, stopping directly in front of him, my eyes downcast. "Take the strap on off. And kneel. I want to fuck your mouth." I immediately do what he says. I get a thrill from being lead, being told what to do. My pussy gets extra wet when I'm talked dirty too. Mark knows all this. I drop to my knees and immediately grab his cock and swallow it whole on one long swallow. My face presses against his pubic hair and he grinds his cock into my throat. He moans and puts both his hands in my hair and grabs tight. He pulls me off and beings to fuck my mouth mercilessly. Thrusting in and out as if it were a pussy. He's face fucking me. "You like this don't you, whore? You like being face fucked?" I can do nothing but moan louder and suck harder. I kept gagging but it only made the both of us hotter. My throat is aching from the continual onslaught of his cock. My lips hurt form being abused so roughly. My eyes are tearing, my makeup running down my cheeks. My eyes are looking up at him, glazed with hunger.

He lifts my mouth of his cock completely and I try to reach for it with my tongue still. Mark spread his legs. "Lick and tongue my ass slut." I eagerly lowered myself beneath and between his legs, with my face up and into his ass. I immediately start to lick and tongue his ass knowing how much he loves it. My hands reach up and grab his cock and balls and are massaging and stroking as I tongue his ass. I can tell how much he loves it, the way his body shakes and tenses so he won't come. He finally pulls me out from underneath and watches me open my mouth, ready for his cock again. He laughs at me." Cock hungry? What other hole is hungry for my cock?"

"Any hole. All my holes. Whichever you want. Please fuck me. Please."

"You're such a good whore, begging." With his hands in my hair, he pulls me up and bends me over the arm of the sofa. "Spread your legs." I spread my legs and brace myself on the sofa cushion.

Mark spanks my ass a few times. So unexpected were the spanks, that I fall forward and Mark reaches over and pulls me back up by my hair. I correct myself and brace myself for more, hoping he'll spank me just a few more times. I love how hot and red my ass gets, and then to feel his body slam against it, makes me insane. Mark spanks me a few more times on the ass, enjoying his role as my dominant lover, knowing he could do anything to his little slut. My ass turns red and hot and looks so delicious. He leans forward and bites each cheek, making me moan and rotate my hips. He spreads my cheeks wide and takes one long lick from my clit to my eager tight rose bud. I am wet and dripping copiously and he loves my taste. He stands behind me, grabs my hips and slams my cock into my pussy. I grab the sofa cushion and scream into the cushion. I can feel every inch spreading me roughly and quickly. Ripping through me. He is tearing me apart, ripping me in two. God he is so big. God I feel so full. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, thrusting into me. Slamming his cock in and out of me. His hips banging into my hips. I orgasm almost instantly after a night of intense arousal but he doesn't care. He keeps fucking me and raping me. He digs his fingers into my skin and pulls me on and off of his cock, fucking me incessantly. My pussy juice is all over his cock, and dripping onto the arm rest. When I finally think I can't take any more, he decides he wants one more hole. My small, pink asshole keeps winking at him as he fucks me. He pulls me completely off his cock and I immediately start to protest. "No!!! Please!!! FUCK ME!!! Oh god, please slam into me again."

He lines up his cock and tears through my asshole in one long hard thrust. I scream. Long and hard. I scream into the sofa cushion as Mark shows no mercy. He fucks my ass long and hard, slamming into me, tearing me apart. He fucks me like he wants to fuck every woman. He pushes me like he could push no other. I take everything he gives and scream, moan and orgasm through it all.

My ass milks Marks cock of his come. As he realizes he is going to cum, he pulled out of my ass, pulls me around by my hair, and slams his cock into my slack mouth. I immediately start to suck on his cock and he explodes in my mouth. He holds my mouth on him, buried deep in my throat holding still, and I swallow and swallow and swallow all his cum. His body shakes and I lock my mouth on his log, my hands reaching up and hugging his thighs to my body.

Mark finally sits down to compose himself after such a long hard fuck session with two beautiful women, horny for whatever he gives them. Mark carries each of us to bed when he's got enough energy. He climbs between us and we both instinctively snuggle up to his sides and he can't wait to see what he wakes up too.



Another Night



A quiet neighborhood, with a brick façade, the house was small but well taken care of. As he walked around back to find the key under the stone frog he wondered what time it was. It seemed like after 12 anyway. The house was silent, soft rustling of a rotating fan in kitchen and the smell of cinnamon candles and stale coffee. Stairs creaking under plush carpet up he walks, somehow knowing that her room is the one on the left. 

Slowly pushing the door open he waits for his eyes to focus. Moonlight is shining, glistening off her curves. Hot night, she's lying face down unclothed. Slumber deep, a twitching of her foot, deep breathing and a sigh. He watches her. A clock ticking a somber beat; slow, steady, languid...wishing for sleep of it's own.

'Tick...Tock'

Removing shorts that have become too confining, checking his cock, fondling. Kneeling to kiss her foot; small and firm, each toe a jewel, an edible morsel as he lightly licks each digit. She has the sinewy calf of a dancer; every muscle, every tendon a tapestry of flesh. His tongue flitting, tasting the sweat from her sleep, tasting the salty tang of her skin at a curved knee... an audible breath escapes her lips, legs twitch; opening just a little more as his eyes follow the starlight on her limbs to her dark female center. A scent of honey, flowers, morning dew; heightened senses.

So much more leg to explore, a thigh; soft and shaven, rippling and tensing in miniscule flutters every time his mouth reaches out to her. Skin rising in gentle slopes to the twin peaks of mounded flesh, goose bumped. His body aroused as he lies on the bed behind her feeling his hardness mash against the sheets. His lips tasting each cheek, kissing, feeling tracing wet signatures and small red sucks to the valley between. Legs parting voluntarily as hands glide up the suckled skin. Sleep disturbed, she moans out a hello in an approving giggle. As he nibbles deeper his mouth finds her crinkled rosebud as his fingers find her wet, inviting pussy. 

"Oooh, you... yessss." She whispers not wanting to wake from this dream.

Her flower dripping wetness onto one, then two fingers as they slowly go deeper into her. Ass rises to an arch as his tongue does interesting twists around her anus. Humping back at his face; a bit rough from his moustache. Escalating friction adds to clenching of her inner muscles. He feels the shudders from the inside and somewhere in his mind he wonders at the pure sexuality of this woman. In sheer joy of the moment he wants to tell her how much that he wants her but doesn't want to remove from his project, making her cum would be enough. He in one quick movement flips to his back and under her so that she is perched on his face and she begins to writhe as his tongue finds her clit. Hard as a little pebble she grinds on his fingers inside twisting, thrusting, fluttering. The disturbed room becomes an echo chamber as her moans bounce off the wall.

"Yes, I'm going to...ahh, lick me!!" she shudders, and exhales and cums. For time unknown he languishes on her shore, swims in her ocean quenching his thirst as she feeds him her nectar. 

Still he can't stand the desire and quickly climbs behind her. As she begins to come down from a plateau of pleasure he introduces his cock to her, finally after all the torturous games he wriggles inside of her and almost too quickly jabs. She gasps at the intrusion; he smiles at the accomplishment and stops. Clenching every muscle in his torso feeling and unfeeling every slick ripple of her tunnel. 

He opens his eyes and notices her head turned looking at him with a triumphant look of her own. She planned this, worked this, fed this until THIS exact second with his hard cock tingling inside of her and she circles her hips and slowly inches off then sways back on. He, like a stunned man wakes and pushes back. With the creaking of the bed and the soft slither of sweat on sweat the dance begins. He lifts one leg for a different angle; she rolls her back for another. Grasping her ass he spreads and stares at her winking asshole; tickling it with his thumb. She reaches between them and fondles her clit and his balls at the same time; feeling the copious fluids churning there. He begins to thrust harder until it is a controlled 'Thwaap!' on her ass, as rhythmic and tantric as the clock on the wall. He feels the urge as she swims in and out of different levels of heaven. He knows that he will cum soon and can only think of the rising tension in his groin, mind almost blank, focused on the spot between his balls and ass as it snaps, and he cringes and shoots inside; a jet of white heat that feels like a gallon with every spasm. 

Eyes clenched shut, he hears her soft moan. Dual sets of knees buckling to the soaked mattress, arms entwining. He spoons her from behind and begins to nibble her neck. Soft, languid fingers caress his cheek. He looks at her soft dark hair in the soft sliver light. A smile crosses his lips in the dark as she mumbles. He pulls her closer and wraps his strong arms around her, wedging his now almost flaccid tool in her ass crack. She wiggles back 'til it slips between moist thighs nuzzling near her now satisfied womb, as their combined fluids mingle and encase him in a soft, warm shelter. 

"You're staying, right?...Please stay.." She hums almost in her sleep.



Another Night



My name is Clare. I am 37 years old, 5'7 with dark hair and green eyes. I am a size 12, have 34b boobs and wide hips and bum. Oh and I am also a respectable married woman.

However my respectable side sometimes has a habit of slipping a little. I am not wild but sometimes I get into scrapes.

One such scrape happened nine months ago. I was out with a group of friends. We went to a local pub on a Friday night which had a DJ some lights and a bit of a party vibe. I was dressed in a denim skirt and black halter top. It was summer so I decided to keep my legs bare.

The night was going well the drink was flowing and we were having fun. We were standing on the side of the dance area when 3 guys came over to us and started chatting. They were certainly on the prowl and trying there best lines. On guy called Tony latched on to me and was trying his best to be charming. To be honest he was not doing that well but he was quite attractive, 6' tall brown eyes, dark hair and smelled really nice. Apart from the corny lines and desperate air I liked him.

Leaning against the wall his friends trying to work their magic with my friends I suddenly felt a jolt as I felt his hand on my ass. I looked at him as he was talking, he was not even looking at me and then quickly his hand moved away. The guys went to buy us drinks and I mulled over the groping I had just received. I was normally offended by that sort of thing but the nonchalant manner was interesting.

Tony returned and passed me my drink. We continued talking but he seemed less engaged in me and was talking more with my friend. Just as I thought he had moved on, his hand was back on my ass. This time it did not move, I looked around my friends but nobody seemed to notice. I shifted my position and again his hand moved away. This was beginning to have an unexpected effect on me and I longed for his hand to come back. Tony seemed to be doing pretty well with my friend but quickly his hand was back. I turned slightly away so that it gave him a better angle and he gave me a squeeze. I was now disconnected from what was going on around me and concentrated on his hand.

Tony kept his hand there for a few minutes. Then it started to move and I thought he was taking it away but then it rested on my bare leg just below my short denim skirt. The touch of skin on skin sent a thrill through me. Clearly the fact I did not move emboldened him and his hand moved up my leg and under my skirt. I was wearing a thong and his hand met my bare ass cheek and he again cupped my ample but pert bum.

At this point I felt a crash of conscience to my husband at home and I walked away from my friends and went to the toilet. Once locked in a cubicle I started to control my breathing and cool down. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my thong before crouching to pee. Once nature had been seen too, I dried my self and became aware of how wet and sensitive I had become.

I tidied myself up and left the toilet. Outside in the corridor was Tony waiting for me. He was silent and smiling. He stepped towards me and cupped my face and started to kiss me. It was an erotic kiss and again I felt my desire raise.

I stepped back and explained quickly that I was married and could not do anything. He acted apologetic. "hey lets just go outside for a smoke and a chat then" he replied. I said yes partly just to escape his clutches and also to just try to divert my racing brain.

Stepping outside into the smoking garden into the warm summer air I felt the breeze against my bare legs. He took two cigarettes from a pack and lit them both passing one to me. We stood chatting about the town and the bar just making small talk. He was looking intently into my eyes and he started to step closer. He held my hand and stepped into kiss me. His kiss was passionate and his tongue darted into my mouth. We stepped back into an alcove and he pressed me against the wall. I felt his hand reach into my halter top and feel my boob. His groin was pressing hungrily against me.

His other hand followed a familiar trail and reached my bum under my skirt. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. By now the kissing was intense and he was feeling and squeezing all my bumps. His hand urgently moved under my skirt and he started to feel my pussy on top of my thong I gasped. He moved his hand and reached in side and started to rub my clit. I reached down and felt for his cock, it felt very hard in his jeans.

I widened my stance and his hand moved further into my thong. I felt a finger enter me and again I gasped. I was aware of the people in the garden not far away pretending not to watch but clearly sneaking peeks. I reached down and unzipped hip. His cock sprang out and I took him in my hand. I started to stroke him as had slipped in a second finger inside me moving expertly, i was very wet. At one point he changed his stance and moved his cock towards me, I pushed him back and shook my head.

We continued to kiss passionately as we play each other. By now i was almost squatting down on his hand as I pumped him. I felt an orgasm rip through me and I bit into his shoulder to stop myself from crying out. This pain I think sent him over the edge as with my next pump i felt him spasm in my hand. I was aware of a warm splash on my forearm and down my leg.

We stood apart and again my husband entered my head. I mumbled something and ran down the side gate and out on to the road.

Our house was just a short ten minute walk from the pub and the sobering effect of the breeze left me filling with guilt.

I entered the hallway of our home. It was midnight and I was hoping for a quick wash and bed but when David my husband entered the hall I surprised to see him up. He embraced me and asked me if I had a good night. I started making up stories about my friend but I was aware of how David was pawing me. He said "when you left in that skirt I have been thinking all night about how guys will be hitting on you. It was driving me crazy".

I stepped from his clutches and went to the kitchen and poured some water. David moved behind me and cupped my breasts and started to kiss my neck. He turned me around and then knelt down in front of me he lifted my skirt and started to pull down my thong. He lifted my leg on his shoulder and started to lick my pussy. My already aroused state started to enjoy this attention very quickly. David looked up at me "got your so wet and open, you must have gotten lots of attention". I looked down at him and was horrified to see not two inches from his cheek was a streak of Tony's cum drying on my leg.

David continued to lick me and after a while he stood removed my top and then turned me over the kitchen counter. He entered me quickly from behind thrusting hard. My nipped rubbed on the cold worktop and I closed my eyes. Quickly I was back in the beer garden fantasizing it was Tony fucking me. Quickly I started to cum in the confines of my own home I let rip and screamed loudly. My husband enjoying my arousal groaned and started to spurt inside me.

Afterwards we went tiredly upstairs to bed. I removed my clothes and went to the bathroom. As I sat and peed, I looked at my leg, I looked at the wet smear of David's cum which had run out of me while walking upstairs and next to it was the now dry patch of Tony's. I smiled to myself, before jumping in the shower to clean down.



Another Night, Another Intruder



Angelica

I think, I've had one too many tonight. My head is reeling and all I can do is pray that I reach home in one piece. Well, since the date went badly, I did need something to cheer up. And those young men at the bar were not too bad. But now, it's back to the bed.

I don't remember, if I saw Mrs. Willis tonight. I do recall seeing her husband though (I should, remember him of course, he opened the door for me after all). Well, needless to say, I've again lost my key again. The Willis's lived across the hall from me. Since I have this habit of misplacing my keys, I leave a spare set with them for just such emergencies.

I thank Mr. Willis and close the door behind me (now did I do that?). Off go the sandals, and the stockings follow suit. I pour myself a large shot of vodka and then slip out of the skirt, as I spill some on it. Ahhh that feels so much more comfortable and freer. I down the drink in one gulp and head to the bedroom.

I stop as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Umm not bad, not bad at all for 25yr. old. I stand about 5'3" in my stockings maybe 100 lbs, dark brown hair, bright eyes, dimples in my cheeks, perky handful sized breasts and an ass you could rest your head on. I am a pretty girl, even if I say so myself. I have a beautiful face, soft features and full lips. Add to that some nice boobs, and nice hips and ass, and then I am neither slender nor pudgy. On the whole, a very nice package. (So why is it that I am alone on a Friday night?) I mix myself another drink and head to the shower. After all that alcohol down my system I do need to get my head cleared up.

As I stand in the shower, water running down my body, the lights go off. (Damn, did I remember to pay the electricity bill?). I reach out for the towel, it's not there. I step out of the bathroom, hoping I can find the torch or the matches, water dripping down my naked body (Well who is here to see me anyway). I reach the bed, (To hell with the lights, can deal with it in morning when I am sober.) all I want to do now is crash, that's precisely what I do.

Gary

Hmmm, so the slut has been partying again. It really is the outside of enough, the way she rings our bell at all odd hours, asking for her spare keys. (I wonder why Mary even tolerates her, let alone encourage her like this). And look at those "Fuck Me" clothes. They reveal more than they cover, the almost see through skirt, the blink and you miss it tank top. Hell her hair cover more of her breasts than that top. She really does need to be taught a lesson. (God, I need to fuck that bitch right now, actually why not?)

I walk across the hallway and enter her flat. I can see her clothes and sandals and the glasses of drink strewn all across the floor. I hear the sound of the running water. So she's in the shower. (I wish I could have seen her take that shower, just to see that gorgeous body all soapy and wet.) All the apartments in this particular building were built on the same plan. I went to the mains and switched them off. It took me a second to get his bearings right, and then I was in the bedroom.

There she is, my sleeping beauty hair pushed to a side, so I can see her face. She lay on her side dreaming. I can see the curve of her body under the covers and thought how nice it was going to be to ravish that body until I released my tension.

I slide my hand up and down over her tight tummy, she shifted a bit in the bed. I can see goose bumps where my hand had been, she must have liked it and her body was responding to my touch. I cupped her tit in my hand. Just the right size, I take a thumb and flick it over her nipple which makes her moan a bit and the nipple grow. I take her hand and cup it around my 10" cock, and slowly moved it along the shaft. I sweat in anticipation of what I would do next.

I lift her back off the bed, take the pillows, stack them up and pull her up so she is sitting up a bit. I then turn her head slightly to the left so she is facing me. I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor, my cock is rock hard and throbbing looking at her sitting there propped up by her pillows.

I take one of the nipples in my fingers tug lightly and flick my thumb over it, the nipple gets harder and larger, I bend my head down and take the nipple into my mouth to suck her sweetness. (God she smelled so good). I twirl my tongue around the nipple, and hear her inhale deeply. Ahh!!! so she was enjoying the feeling. She shifts slightly and parts her legs. I notice that she is breathing hard and her nipples are shooting for the sky, it's making me very excited.

I rub a finger across her slit, and she opens her legs WIDER, as if to say MORE. (She is totally BARE, she must be waxing or shaving it, wish Mary learned this trick, I love a smooth pussy) She is gorgeous and totally wet.

I move her legs up and open them as far they would go. I need to taste her. I get in the bed and assume the position between her legs. I take in the smell of her sex and started licking, She moans and moves her hips up to meet my tongue. I part her lips and find her clit which I then suck hard on, she cries out, I take my tongue and plunge it deep into her pussy, she shudders with pleasure. I smiled at the thought that she must be thinking she's having one hell of a wet dream.

I take the pillows out from under her and throw them aside, move up her body and place myself right above her sex and slowly pushed inside. She was so tight, I push further up. I tell myself that I should stop, she might wake up any moment, but how could I bring myself to stop when I was sooo close, so hard, so wanting. I thought Screw it. It's not like she'll ever find out it was me anyway.

I pull out again and again slowly pushed myself forward and thrust myself in is her, entering her to the hilt. She jumped and cried out this time in pain. I held her close to me so she would get used to the feeling of my big dick deep inside her pussy. She relaxes and slumps back into my arms, I lay her back down, as I do so I kiss her full lips lightly, she parts them for me so I take advantage and stick my tongue deep in her mouth. Kissing her feels so good, and she is kissing me back! Again I move down to her sex with my dick and put it in. Her tight pussy holds my dick so tightly I almost come with out even pumping.

I sit there not moving for a while, to my surprise she moves her hips up to take me deeper, it gave me such a shudder. I don't want to disappoint her so I start pumping her pussy slowly. In and out picking up speed, she moans as my balls start slapping her ass. Faster, faster, deeper, deeper, I am settling into a nice rhythm breathing harder as I go on pumping. I hear her moaning loudly, so I go faster. I know we are both on the brink of orgasms.

I hear her moans growing in desperation and they were coming faster and faster she almost sounded like she was saying YES. (Good God does she know what's she's doing to me?) I can feel myself starting to cum, and I know she was right there too, so I ram her as hard as I could. "AHHHHH I'm cumming", I scream out loud and I know that she was too cause she started twitching under me.

I shoot my load in her tight cunt, I keep pumping until I am sucked dry. She stops moving but is breathing like she's run a mile. I smile when I see how sweaty she is, I get off the bed, scoop her up into my arms and carry her to her tub. I turn on the water wash the sex off of Angelica, rinse her off, dry her, and carry her back into her room. I lock the front door, and go out the way I came in. I think of what I just did and smile. Other than having a sore pussy she will have no idea of what happened. Good For Me.

Angelica

I wake up in the morning, still feeling hung over. My head is splitting, but I can't get the images from my dream last night out of my head. Did I actually dream that Mr. Willis was fucking me? Gosh, I must be drunker than I thought. He's forty if he's a day. Though he does have a nice body (I shudder as the vision of him jogging past my window every morning, flashes in my mind.) Gosh, look at those sheets, they are still wet, did I really cum imagining him fucking me. Well why not. he does have sexy body, plus Mrs. Willis is going to be visiting her sister all this month. Should I try to seduce Mr. Willis, instead of trying my luck on these chancy blind dates?



Another Night, Another Slut



To understand my weariness and cynicism, you must understand that there are insufficient Dommes in this world, that most of those are already committed to slaves and submissives, that of those remaining many are -- well -- not to everyone's tastes. Not that I am to everyone's taste, I might add, but I'm relatively young and still manage to look pretty good in a pvc catsuit and high boots.

And I like to make people come. Male, female, doesn't really worry me. Of course, I do have some preferences. I like my sluts pretty -- male or female -- and I have widely varying tastes. Love tall thin blondes (male) and shorter curvier blondes (female). Adore pretty Japanese girls and studly Italian boys. As long as they will get on their knees for me, we'll get along just fine.

Their personality? Well, there we have a problem.

I'm attracted to the unattainable. I want the brat, the tease, the one who keeps me wanting something that I have to fight to get. The one with hidden depths, the one who plays up a bit, who (while leaving me in doubt that I am their Mistress) manages to keep me intrigued, abashed and often frustrated and angry. 

Yes, I know it's contradictory, but honestly, as my boy Adam once said to me, a package isn't interesting if someone else has already unwrapped it. He was talking about the mostly undressed girls outside clubs in Sydney at the time, but he had a point. I'm not interested in a package everyone else has unwrapped.

Oh, I don't want a virgin. Who does, these days? The responsibility, the stress ... no, but I do want someone with a brain. With a will to match mine and an imagination to pique my curiosity and drive me to greater heights myself. I want someone who obsesses me, because I obsess them, in a way they've never felt before and never will again.

Instead, I get yet another selfish little pain slut. 

Each time she arrives, I go through the emotions of welcome, she provides the formalities of submission she has been taught. Stripping and folding up her clothes, kneeling for me with her knees spread open, head down, eyes shut. 

It does not seem to matter to her whether I welcome her with a kiss or keep reading my book. Whether she is told to kiss my boots, or put on all fours and played with straight away. If I sigh, she does not ask why, or try to please. She is not here for my benefit.

Once upon a time, when I was younger and less experienced, I would have thought her submissiveness was a gift. Now I understand that this is something she would offer to any dominant. She did not choose me because she wanted me, wanted to please me. She chose me because I looked pretty and as a woman, was (in her words), not going to damage her.

So we go through the motions, or at least I do. It's hard to tell with her -- she is certainly wet from the moment she walks through the door. Hard nipples on her heavy breasts, quiver in her voice. She does not seem to notice my struggle to connect with her, the resignation in my voice and my eyes. She only notices the pain and pleasure that I inflict, the physical interaction that we have.

Over my lap, as I half recline in a leather armchair, stroking between her legs, or paddling her arse with a wooden paddle. Pushing a vibe into her cunt, pressing it against her clit, a plug in her arse, then the crop on her skin. She eats it up, the pain, the pleasure, wailing and gushing. And I get nothing back.

Some sluts are like a slot machine. You put your coin in, you get your game. This one is such a slut.

I remember one that wasn't. She was a brat, an evil and manipulative slut, who wept when I was angry and smiled when I was pleased. Who begged to please me, more effectively than anyone I'd ever known, who saved something for me that seemed real. Who held my hand in public and brushed my hair in private and told me a thousand times that she loved me ... admittedly then she hurt and betrayed me and broke my heart -- but she did have a little bit of it to start with, which this slut will never have.

It does not seem to matter what I do. She bores me. I have never allowed her to touch me -- she has scarcely asked. Clearly she thinks that I am getting great pleasure from this, or perhaps she doesn't think about it at all. Sad, really.

I find them at almost every turn. Male and female, keen to "experience" BDSM, as though it's a new hair colour or iPhone app. Kneeling at my feet all bright eyed and shiny new, thinking it's a lovely game, something to tell their friends about when they're pissed. And these are the ones I've vetted already, the ones who seem a bit more intelligent, or capable of depth of emotion.

I read the stories on this site, some of them genuinely erotic and startling in their intensity, in the feeling demonstrated by submissive for Domme and Domme for submissive. And so I sigh and try again, try another, keep hungrily looking for my soul mate.

The door buzzer goes, a timid voice asks for entry, a pretty girl walks through my door. Another night, another slut.



Another Night at Home



I slowly lowered the lights to a soft glow, allowing just a hint of light to escape. She lay with open legs, spread-eagle on the soft, down feather bed. The eagerness was evident in her face. Her pussy glimmered, its sleek wetness filling the air with her luscious scent. I walked to the edge of the bed, grinning from ear to ear. 

"After all this time, you still can't get of enough of me, can you?" she asked jokingly, sliding her legs up to chest, teasing me.

"I could never get enough of you," I replied. 

She only smiled, and closed her eyes. I could sense her eagerness increase. I gradually bent my head down, lifting her left foot, so soft and beautiful, to meet my mouth. She opened her eyes again so I could meet her gaze. I began to suck each toe, making sure to get in between each and every one of them. She closed her eyes again, moaning softly. Her moist pussy was now overflowing, dripping down onto the silky satin sheets. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her volume and tone increasing in her moans. I worked my way up her smooth, shaved leg, planting soft kisses along the way, careful not to miss an inch of skin. Her moaning subsided, but her heavy breathing told me not to stop. As I neared her pussy, kissing the inside of her thigh, I began to lightly lick and swirl my tongue. I welcomed her moans again. She ran her hands through my hair, caressing my head. I closed my mouth down onto her thigh, still swirling and flickering my tongue. She inhaled deeply. I arrived at her treasure, and stopped. She opened her eyes, silently pleading for me to continue. It was best to pause, for her pleasure would be twice as great.

"Please," she begged aloud. With that, I licked the shell-like folds, using only my tongue, spreading her lips and bringing another joyous moan from her. She tasted fantastic as ever. I retreated my tongue, licked again, and found her waiting clitoris once more. I toyed with her clit, every now and again diving deep. After a time, she began to hold my head down, almost suffocating me. I licked ever on, barely catching my breath as she rocked her hips in a gyrating motion. She pulled my hair and arched her back; I graciously accepted her spilling spurts. The moaning slowed, the gyrations stopped. Heavy breathing. A long, slow thank-you kiss.

"Your turn. On your back, mister." We switched positions, I lying on my back, my hands behind my head and she at the foot of the bed. She ran her hand along my toes to the top of my right foot, and slowly on up to my thigh. I could only reach out and stroke her arm as she massaged and squeezed the area, turning me on. She eased onward toward my rock hard cock after it had reached its fullness. She unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, all the while staring at me, watching my anticipation grow. Gently she caressed my cock and balls for a few minutes. Using both hands, she pulled my pants down to my ankles; I arched upward to make it easier on her. Starting at my ankles, she began to kiss her way up. When she reached my thigh, I began to moan. She reached up and grabbed my boxers, sliding them down and releasing my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as her warm wet mouth enveloped my sturdy tool. She started out slowly, increasing her speed ever so slightly. 

Up and down, she bobbed her head. The slurping always turns me on even more, and I was almost ready to receive her. She twisted her head, up and down, then slowly blew on the tip, creating a cool sensation. She flicked her tongue under the head, almost making me come. She swallowed my cock again, deep-throating me this time. I was in heaven. After a few more times, I slowly raised her loving mouth and positioned her so that her back was to me and she was straddling me. I like to let her guide me in; it is so erotic. In one motion, she plunged her tight pussy onto my pole and slowly began to rock her hips. She knows what I enjoy and vice versa, and thus we stay in love. 

She quickened her pace until we hit a steady rhythm. Without missing a beat, I raised myself up with her still riding me, so I could enjoy the feel of her lovely breasts. I rolled her onto her side, without exiting her, and hit a few dozen strokes. Eventually we maneuvered into doggystyle, never leaving her wonderful, pulsing warmth. I know that she absolutely loves doggystyle. We gradually edged forward with my thrusting, enough to where she could grip the headboard, giving her something to hold. 

"Faster...harder...FASTER...HARDER!!" she yelled at me. I love it when she verbalizes herself. I quickened my pace, holding onto her luscious thighs, riding her hard and fast. Suddenly she stiffened, and moaned aloud. I felt her juices flow around my shaft. I climaxed with her, grunting and shaking. I remained inside of her; we curled into a ball. I gently massaged her tits as her hands caressed mine. This was her way of thanking me for another wonderful fuck session.



Another Night at Karen's House



I love my life. I don't know if this happens to other people but I have a recurring theme in my life where past experiences come back, not to haunt me, but to enrich my life even further. My life is not without pain and tragedy, to be sure, but I think I am blessed with good fortune nonetheless.

This story is an unexpected continuation of another tale of mine, "A Night at Karen's House," and I suggest you read the original first.

3 weeks ago I stopped by my father's place to do some roof repair with him. He lives in a heavily wooded area and the roof is always in need of some work due to the constant shower of leaves and debris. I spent a lot of time on that roof while I lived there in high school and college so it was old hat. My father has put on some serious pounds in the last decade and can't do it easily by himself but I am a good son and am happy to help the old man.

I got there early and scrambled up the ladder, hauled up the shingles and tools I would need, and then set to work. The damage was minor and I expected to be done in an hour but I ran into a snag that severely cut into my productivity. Karen.

Karen is Dad's neighbor, and she is the subject of my old story. We had an encounter back when I was in high school and did some babysitting work for her and her son Jeremy. Karen is a small woman with short dark hair and a lovely face. She had been in her mid 30's back then and 15 years had passed, so I guess she is around 50 now. She was on her back porch reading in one of her lounge chairs. She must have been in her hot tub earlier, or planning to get in, because she was wearing a bikini top and a sarong-style wraparound on her lower half. The sarong lay open on her extended left leg, showing a great deal of tanned skin. I tried to be quiet but she noticed me almost immediately.

"Hello, stranger!"

"Hi Karen! How are you?"

"Very well, and you?"

"Couldn't ask for more. Just up here doing some repairs for Dad."

"That's nice of you. I wish I could get Jeremy to do the same for me." Jeremy was off at college, or maybe even done with college, I wasn't sure. I did know that he was tall and thin, something I thought unusual given his mother's petite form.

"Do you have roof problems too?"

"I think I have a leak around the chimney."

"Well, I should be done here in about an hour. I can take a look at it if you like."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"It's no problem. I will already be sweaty and dirty so I might as well get more work done. Beside, I like doing favors for people."

Throughout our conversation I had basically been looking right down on her. Hidden behind my sunglasses, my eyes had spent a fair amount of time trained on her cleavage. Karen had invested in some augmentation and it wasn't subtle. Her yellow bikini top pressed her large breasts together to form an inviting line of cleavage. It looked like she had kept in shape, too. Her legs were still shapely and smooth and she didn't have much evidence of her age around the waistline. It's a rare woman who can confidently wear a 2-piece at that age.

I returned to my work and she stuck her nose back in her book. It would have moved along more quickly had I not kept stealing glances toward her. She never acknowledged my presence again, although near the end of my labor I noticed that she has pushed off the sarong to expose both of her well tanned and still lovely dancer's legs. Visions of that long-ago night kept floating through my head of those legs astride me as Karen mounted me from above. I had to concentrate on the roofing nails to ease the tension in my jeans and to keep my fingers unsmashed. I was mostly successful.

Once my repairs on Dad's roof were complete I came down the ladders and took off my shirt. The summer has been nasty this year and at 10:00 in the morning it was already near 90 degrees and I was soaked. Dad had left me a towel and a spare shirt but had left a while earlier to get to a job across the state. I had a key to the house of course – I grew up there – but he had just done me the courtesy of making them easily available.

I toweled off as I walked to Karen's back yard. I used to be a well built young man but the years have worked on me as much as anybody else. I could stand to lose 20 pounds but at least I still have my upper body. My arms, back and shoulders are still impressive, I think. Anyway, I was certainly not afraid to show off a bit and my mind had been slipping steadily into the gutter all morning. I had been terrified back then, caught masturbating to very candid photos of Karen, but now things were different.

She looked up as I approached and I could see her eyes linger on my exposed chest for a moment.

"All done on your dad's roof?"

"Yup. He only had a few shingles that needed attention. That and the monthly gutter cleaning."

"The gutters do take a lot of work here. Are you sure you don't mind doing this for me?"

"I don't mind at all. Happy to help."

She rose, leaving the sarong on the deck chair and allowing me an unfettered view. 15 years had done what 15 years will do but she had been waging a valiant battle against the demise of her youth. Her skin was a little looser and her wrinkles a little deeper, but she was still beautiful. Her round face and wide, smiling lips combined with her pixie hair cut to make her look a little "Betty Boop-ish." And her new breasts were astounding. Easily D cups, they strained at the fabric of her bikini top. As she passed to walk in front of me I smelled her perfume, lightly mixed with sweat. She smelled wonderful and flowery with a hint of something spicy. 

She pointed out some areas where she had concerns and mentioned a gutter she knew was coming loose, so I set about getting my ladders and tools over to her house. My head was full of Karen's sight and smell but I figured I was just in heat. I hadn't been getting much action of late so I was feeling a bit anxious. I rearranged my slightly swollen member and got back to work. She gathered her book from the back porch and went inside, telling me to ring the doorbell to let her know when I was done.

Her gutters were awful. They looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years and were clogged with soggy gunk and leaves and even some small trees attempting to take root in the stuff. It was unpleasant but I scooped it all into trash bags and repaired the one hanging gutter. I had thought she got married a few years ago but I had not seen a ring on her finger, and if there were a man living here he should at least be cleaning the gutters regularly.

After the gutters I checked out the chimney area, and sure enough there was a bit of flashing which had come loose. That was an easy patch-up and the rest of the roof seemed to be in good shape. That's when I went sight seeing.

Karen's house was built so that some of the upper windows were visible from the lower roof. I pretended to inspect the rest of the roof and window caulking, but really I was just looking in her windows. I remembered the layout from the past and went straight for the master bedroom window. I squatted down in front of the window and ran my hands around its perimeter while I peered inside.

Karen lay in her bed, still reading the book. She wore a bathrobe now, pulled loose and open in a very inviting, and possibly staged, way. She did not look up as my eyes quickly roamed her uncovered legs and half-covered bosom, but I made my peeping moment a short one and moved on quickly.

Was that staged, or was it just negligent? People lay around in all sorts of undress in the privacy of their homes, so what I had just seen was nothing unusual. Was it? I had no way of knowing where Karen was in her life or how she felt about our past. She might be embarrassed or ashamed, or might have simply put it behind her. She had given me no sure signs so I had to assume that there was nothing there. As I climbed down the ladder and stowed the tools in my truck I conceded that I would be going home in a few minutes with no repeat of our physical past.

My tools packed away, I went to tell Karen that the work was done. I was wiping my filthy hands on the towel dad left me as I thumbed the doorbell. She took a moment to arrive, still wrapped in her white bathrobe. She had cinched it up a bit, but it still seemed rather loose.

"All done. You had a little flashing around the chimney that needed work, and your gutters were awful. Oh, and the one bad gutter is nailed back up now."

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate your help. I know I have been neglecting that roof for too long. Sorry the gutters were so bad."

"They do take a lot of attention in this neighborhood." A pregnant pause followed as I wiped my hands into the dirty towel. "Well, I need to go home and get cleaned up. Gutters are a messy job."

"I see. I feel so bad that you got so dirty for me. Listen, why not come in and get cleaned up. You don't want to get that stuff all over your truck, right?"

Now THAT had potential.

"Um, well I suppose not, but I didn't bring anything else to wear."

"No problem. I've got some of Jeremy's old clothes here. They should fit you. Well, maybe a little tight across the chest. Come on in." She held the door open for me and stood aside. I hesitated only a moment before I kicked off my shoes and went in.

The place hadn't changed much. There were no more toys. The furniture was the same and the house was nice and clean, if a bit darkly appointed and lit. I had spent most of my time in this house at night babysitting so I never noticed that it was dark even in the day. It smelled nice, like Karen.

"Come on up. I'll get you some towels."

I followed her up the carpeted stairs, her terry cloth covered ass waving in front of my nose. It was pulled tight around her hips and I couldn't tell if the bathing suit was still there. I in my imagination, it was not. The twitch in my pants returned. She led me to the main bathroom and waved me in. The toilet and shower were in a smaller room beyond the double vanity.

"Just drop your dirty stuff on the throw rug. It needs to be cleaned anyway. I'll bring in some towels and clothes and set them right here, OK?" She was nervous. Her hands wouldn't sit still and her eyes flickered around the room, on and off my bare chest.

"Thanks Karen. I appreciate this."

"No problem. You did me a huge favor and this is the least I can do. There should be plenty of hot water!" She pulled the door shut as she left.

I turned to the mirror and regarded myself for a moment. My mind was churning over the situation and I could still not quite convince myself that she was trying to start something. There were indications, but nothing concrete. I thought about it for a moment, then disrobed for the shower. I left my clothes in a pile as directed and stepped into the shower room.

It did feel good to get clean. The gutter gunk was deep into my fingernails and it took a few minutes of scrubbing to get it all out. The warm water felt good on my hungry and confused phallus and I considered jerking off. It would have been a good one but I decided against it. Just in case.

I finished my shower and went into the other room for my towels. There was a pile of 3 dark blue towels, big fluffy ones, on the counter and my pile of dirty clothes was gone. I can't imagine why she thought I might need more than one of the oversized things but I was happy to have at least one. I toweled off thoroughly then looked around for the spare clothes she was supposed to have left me.

They were absent. I checked the linen closet. Again, absent. And my old clothes were gone. And I take long showers.

I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid.

I raked back my hair with my fingers to get it under control, grabbed a dollop of toothpaste and rubbed it into my teeth, rinsed, then went looking for her.

Walking down the hall, wrapped only in a towel, felt very odd. I felt like I was in public. The adrenaline rose in my chest as I neared Karen's bedroom door, standing slightly ajar. I stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

Karen lay on her bed, still in her bathrobe, still holding her book, but this time she was not reading. She must have been waiting for me. Her face was already turned to the door as I entered. Her bathrobe was artfully draped across her, half open and showing a great deal of flesh. I stood there, filling her doorway, half naked and wet, looking into her eyes from across the room. She looked scared and guilty. I must have looked something like that last time.

"Thinking about the past?"

She nodded, visibly shaking.

"Me too. I couldn't help but stare at you while I was on the roof." 

"I wondered. It was all I could to not to look up. Am I still worth staring at?" She covered up a little and the tone in her voice was unsure and apprehensive.

"Of course you are. Your beauty hasn't faded."

"Yes it has."

"Not to my eyes. Besides, time has left its mark on me too." Pretense and uncertainty were behind us now so there was no reason to be shy. I opened the towel and let it drop to the floor, exposing my swelling penis. 15 years have put a few pounds around my midsection, but my athletic chest has filled out a bit since then and I think I look pretty good. Karen's eyes snapped to my exposed member and a smile rose to her face.

"I see nothing to complain about," she said as she pulled one half of her bathrobe aside, exposing her large, round breast.

"Those are new."

She lifted a hand to the heavy tit and caressed it lightly. "My ex-husband bought them for me. He seemed to think I needed them. You like?"

"You didn't need them. But yes, I like."

She pushed herself up from the bed and stood, then let the bathrobe slide off her short body to the floor. Naked, she descended back to the bed and resumed her lounging position.

"Your body is as intoxicating as ever. I've been watching it and thinking of you all morning. I almost crushed my thumb while my eyes were on your legs." She smiled at that, though her words were kind and concerned

"Oh, are you all right?"

"I'll live," I assured her, wiggling the digit to prove it still worked. She looked at my thumb for a moment, obviously preparing to jump her last hurdle.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe I can....kiss it...and make it better?" 

I smiled and moved slowly forward towards the bed. She remained reclined, awaiting my arrival. I went to the side of the bed nearest her head and positioned myself directly in front of her pretty face, then held my left thumb out to her. My hand was close to my dick, now growing large in anticipation, but Karen leaned forward and put her lips gently on my thumb. Her big eyes looked up at me as she nibbled briefly on it, adding another jolt to my expanding phallus.

"You missed," I said quietly. She smiled, slowly wet her lips, and tried again. That time she didn't miss.

I inhaled deeply as her wet lips slid across the head of my cock. Her sharp tongue slipped out and brushed briefly against me, then she opened her little mouth wide and took me in. I could feel my cock rapidly filling as she held it in her mouth, lightly sucking the head and savoring my taste. I reveled in the feeling, no longer having to remember our first encounter 15 years ago. I soon reached full size and still she continued her gentle nursing of the end of my dick, looking up into my eyes. I reached out and caressed her face with my fingertips. She released my cock which still poked straight out at her face.

"I used to fantasize about you." With that she closed her mouth on the head again, gently sucking and mashing her tongue into it.

"Your body was in my dreams for years." I replied softly. A soft purr rumbled up from her throat. Still she moved slowly, languidly on the end of my cock. After a while she let me go again to speak.

"I used to lay here and day-dream about you being in me. Your young, hard body against mine..." and her mouth resumed its slow, dreamy dance. Her right hand slid out and around my thigh to fondle my ass. "Your beautiful prick in my face..." she said around my slick member.

"I would hold my cock at night," and I wrapped my hand around the shaft, leaving the head still in her mouth, "and stroke it wildly at the thought of your body. I jerked off to you a hundred times."

"Show me," she said. She lay back in the middle of the bed on her back and beckoned me forward.

How fucking hot was that? I truly had dreamed of her for months and now I could do it without any hazy mental images or fuzzy memories. She lay before me like an erotic buffet for my eyes, and I was hungry.

I moved to the foot of the bed near her feet and crawled up. I let my cock drag up her leg, brushing through her neatly trimmed bush and up her torso before getting into position. On my right knee and left foot I was poised above her, my balls dangling near her chin, and slowly stroked my thick cock bare inches in front of her face. Her right hand went to her neatly trimmed pussy and her left came up to caress my ass again. I decided to give her something to listen to as well as see.

"I wished so badly you would call me over some night for baby sitting, only he wasn't there. I imagined you in that same black dress; the one you wore that night. In my dreams you fell to your knees just inside the doorway and unzipped my pants, taking my hard young cock into your pretty face. Sometimes I dreamed that you went up a couple of steps, then bent over and pulled up your little skirt to show no panties and I would fuck you right there on the steps."

I began to feel the bloom of heat and deep contraction, the early signals of orgasm. I was very aroused by this and so was Karen. I could see her right shoulder moving slightly but quickly and I could feel the bed wiggling a bit as she rubbed her pussy faster. Her other hand held my balls and pulled them gently.

"I would touch myself while imagining you laying naked on my bed when I got home, waiting for me to touch you. I would see visions of your body on top of me, your lipstick smearing on my dick, your face as you came again and again."

Her breathing quickened perceptibly and her speed increased. I was holding my own orgasm at bay for just the right time, and that time was rapidly approaching.

"But every time I came I saw the same thing. I saw your face in front of me, that incredible smile of yours beaming up at me, just like this. I saw the lust in your eyes, the longing across your brow, the need in your lips. Just like this."

She was there. A few more seconds and her orgasm would be in full swing. Her left hand reached out to clutch my leg but I grabbed it in mine. I released my grip on my dick just long enough to put hers on it, then I covered her hand in mine and resumed stroking quickly.

"And my cock would explode all over you, just like this." 

I had been on the cusp for a while so it was nothing to time it exactly. I leaned back and aimed my dick up a little, and as the first clench of ejaculation hit me a long band of wet jism arced through the air to land on her face and hair. She gasped and grunted, a mixture of surprise, excitement, and the orgasm flowing through her body. Her hand gripped my cock almost painfully tight. I pumped rapidly and again fired another cum rocket across her face, this one having less range and landing on her neck. Some of my first shot fell into her open mouth and her tongue met it quickly. Together we weathered the separate storms of our orgasms, her shaking body below me and my spewing cock above her. A few more spurts fell on her chest and I leaned back a little more to allow the last few sticky drops to land on her new breasts.

Her spasms faded and soon she relaxed, her right hand falling away. Her eyes, clamped tightly shut as she came, opened now and beheld the spectacle of the gooey end of my cock hanging over her chest, my hand still covering hers and stroking it slowly.




Another Night at Karen's House



"Oh, wow. That was sexy."

"No, that was nasty, and it was fucking hot. You learned a thing or two while I was away."

"I used to by young and horny too, you know."

"You still are." 

I swung my leg over her and released her hand. She reluctantly released me and took my hand to help her sit up. She hugged me then unexpectedly, clinging tightly around my torso with her head against my chest.

"Stay," was all she said.

I held her gently in my arms, my fingers playing gently with her hair, as our breathing normalized and the warm afterglow of orgasm engulfed us.

"I won't leave this room without your permission. Or until Monday morning. I do have to work." I could feel her smile against my chest. "And by 'this room' I also mean the bathroom." She laughed at that and tilted her head back to look up at me, her pretty, sperm covered face still as lovely as it ever was.

"Go clean up a little. The next show starts in 15 minutes."

"I like the sound of that!" She disentangled herself from me and hopped off the bed; a spring in her step as she went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and planned my next few moves. I always like to be prepared.

When she returned I was propped up on her pillows with a few Polaroid pictures in my hand, snatched from her secret stash which was in the exact same place as last time.

"Got a camera?" I asked as I waved the pictures in the air.

"Not one I'll use today," she replied, crawling on the bed and snuggling up against me. I wrapped my right arm around her slender shoulders and held her close.

"I was too embarrassed last time, but considering what we just did I think I can be a little bolder now."

"I was scared to death. That evening was going to be my third date with him and I expected to go back to his place. Turns out he was dating another woman at the same time and got his times and places mixed up. He was at the restaurant with her!"

"Wow. I'm surprised you didn't take my head off."

"I thought I did," she said coyly, her hand reaching out to brush against my flaccid phallus.

"Well, yeah. I guess that explains your...willingness that night."

"Oh, Christ yes. I was so horny that night. I was really dreading coming home alone and it had been so long since I had been with a man. And there you were, sitting on my bedroom floor with your penis in your hand like a gift from above."

"I don't think 'gifts from above' involve oversexed teenagers."

"A gift from next door, then. My eyes just about fell out of my head when I saw you there, doing that. Mmmm. I've always been fascinated with men doing that. There's just something sexy about it. My first husband used to do it for me all the time and I loved it."

I flipped through the pictures quickly and located one of my favorites, a clear picture from above of Karen's twenty-something face, upturned and with a mouth full of the photographer's dick. I pulled it out and showed it to her. Her right hand moved from its perch next to my no-longer-completely-flaccid phallus to take the picture.

"This guy?"

"That guy. He was great in the sack."

"I have some competition."

"Had. His love went to another woman and he wouldn't touch me anymore."

"His loss."

"Mine too. That divorce was hard on me." She paused for a while, looking at the picture but eyes focused somewhere else. "Anyway, that's all far in the past. Was this your favorite?" she asked, indicating the picture.

"Yup. Along with this one," I said, showing her the other nice one. In it she lay stretched out on the bed in a stunningly sexy pose, completely nude.

She sighed and took the picture. "I was something back then, wasn't I?"

"You still are, and I'm not just saying that to get you to have sex with me." I leaned down and kissed her forehead. She cooed and snuggled into me further. "Time passes and people age, but you have an inner radiance that shines through. You are also perky as hell and that's fabulous right there."

"'Perky?' If you say so. I don't feel very perky anymore."

"Keep playing with my dick and I'll make you feel perky in a hurry."

"You naughty boy. I need to have roof work done more often." 

She flipped the pictures across my body to the bed and put her right hand on my penis. It twitched at her touch and slowly started to fill. She ran a gentle fingertip up and down the side of it and watched intently as it grew. It rolled over as it straightened out and she wrapped her little hand around it to stroke it slowly, still using only her fingertips. I moaned very lightly in appreciation of her attention, and soon my cock was nearly full and ready for more.

"What now, big boy?"

"I want you to sit in my lap. I want so slide slowly into you while I watch your pretty face."

"Mmmm..." She sat up and reached for the nightstand, removing something I didn't see. She returned and lifted one leg over mine, straddling me just above my knees with my cock just in front of her. She opened the small tube of lubricant from the nightstand and poured some in her hand. She dropped the tube and coated both hands with the stuff, then reached down for my renewed erection.

She stroked it slowly, coating it entirely with the slimy lubricant. My body felt alive again with her attention. She stroked me for a few moments, then shifted her weight and put one foot on the bed next to me. She leaned down to wipe her hands on the sheet and positioned herself above me, ready for insertion.

"I've waited a long time for this," she said quietly. He hand reached down to position my boner at her pussy. It quickly found it's place and she slowly lowered herself onto me. 

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, forming an 'O' as she inhaled sharply. The lubricant removed all resistance and I slid easily into her long-neglected depths. She was still very tight and I worried that I might hurt her, but she continued to settle down on me and soon buried my entire length inside her. She stayed there, poised upright, eyes closed and hands on my belly to steady her. We enjoyed the stillness for a time, readjusting to each other.

"Oh, you feel wonderful," she said around an explosive exhalation. "I feel so full. Oh, I forgot how big you are."

"I'm not that big, you're just that small."

"It feels like a table leg to me. Oh!" Eyes still tightly shut, she remained perfectly still. My cock twitched inside her, eliciting a smile. She clenched her muscles and gripped me tighter a few times, displaying her control. We played the twitch and squeeze game for a while, gently enjoying each other.

I have always loved to watch a woman straddling me. There is something unspeakably erotic about the sight, her breasts hanging over me, her torso writhing before me, the sensation of her weight on my hips pushing me deep inside her. There was a strange mix of sensations with Karen. Part of me remembered vividly the frightened young man, terrified and electrified that night so many years ago, and part of me felt the strong adult connection of another soul yearning for physical contact. A feeling of deep comfort, somehow mixed with the fear of tasting forbidden fruit, ran through my veins as I watched her.

I reached out for her and held her upright as I sat up. I split my legs wide to allow her to slide forward on me a little as we shifted, her legs wrapping around my back. I moved my hands down to her hips to keep her stable as we found our comfortable positions. Her face was just a little higher than mine, and the warm smile she beamed down on me was intoxicating. She held my face in her hands and just looked at me from inches away.

I let her slide down and away from me just a bit, then pulled her back to me, allowing a few inches of my dick to slide in and out of her. Her eyes closed and the smile widened.

"Do that for a while, dear." She wrapped her arms around my head and leaned into me, holding on easily as I slowly let her weight pull her off me then pulled her back. It was a luxurious feeling, a gentle act of pleasure instead of the raunchy act of sex from earlier. Over and over I moved in and out of her, savoring the touch of her silky pussy against my cock.

We made love slowly and gently for quite a while. It was a comfortable position and the pace was very relaxed, but after a while the stimulation was starting to take it's toll. Our mingled sweat dripped down our bodies, tracing tickling vertical lines of salt water down to the bed. Karen's breathing was becoming more labored and shallow with tiny peeps of moans and grunts escaping her lips. I knew what she needed.

I shifted a bit and leaned back, allowing myself to fall to the bed with her above me. The shift in weight brought her down on me and pushed her clit into my pubic bone. The groan of pleasure she released was noting like the mewling gasps from before, but rather a deep, throaty moan. She released my head and pushed herself up a little, her face now above mine, as she began to throw herself down on top of me. Grinding her clit into me and working her hips forward and back, she was racing for her orgasm.

The look on her face was priceless. Knitted brows under a sweat-streaked forehead, lips open but teeth clenched, her passion and lustful needs were on display more clearly than I had seen before. We had enjoyed our slow, leisurely sex but it had brought us both to a very high state of arousal, and now it was time for Karen to let the animal out. Her fingernails pushed into my chest and I held her up by her torso, just below her breasts. As she worked her pelvis I pushed into her from below and in very little time her orgasm took over.

"Oh!" she cried with each thrust. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" As her blood boiled and her pussy twitched around my cock I could feel the storm inside her. She rocked her hips in time with my thrusts and pushed her self as hard as she could into me as her orgasm raged through her little body. Spasms shook her and she fell on my chest, her arms no longer able to support her. I wrapped one arm around her back and continued to fuck her hard from below, the other hand on her ass and pressing her against me even harder. 

As had happened before, her orgasm spilled over into a series of multiples and she continued to writhe and squirm on my cock and I drove her to wave after wave of pleasure. Her voice rose in pitch and volume until it started to crack, and still her hips rocked back and forth on me.

Eventually her gyrations slowed, the exertion became too great, and the cyclone of sexual energy on top of me began to relax. I slowed my thrusts and eased her back down to earth as her body went limp. She rested for a few moments, pulling in deep, ragged breaths and letting her senses recover from the convoy of orgasms.

"It's nice to watch you work," I said quietly.

"It's nice to be worked so well," she replied breathlessly. "You've gotten much better."

"I've had time to learn a few things."

"Studied more than just books in college?" She pushed herself off me and sat up, still engulfing my rigid phallus. She put a hand behind her and reached down to the base of my cock. "You aren't finished, I think." She delivered that will an exhausted leer and a light fondling of my balls.

"I do have at least one more thing to accomplish in the next few minutes."

"I would love to help you with that."

"Well, you will definitely be involved." I sat up with her still on top of me and I scooted over to the side of the bed. Still inside her, I swung my legs over the side and stood up, carrying her with my hands on her ass. I lifted her up and down a few times for fun but I had no intentions of finishing like that. "How would you like it?" I asked.

"I am all yours."

I turned around and lowered her to the bed, finally allowing my slippery dick to slide out of her.

"May I be your back door man?"

"Ooh, you dirty boy. Still sore about that finger?"

"It made an impression. Only fair to return the favor."

"I don't think so. It's been far longer since I've done anything like that, and even then you'd have to get me drunk first."

"Fair enough. I'll do it the other way then." I lifted her by her hips and helped her slide up the bed, then turned her on her left side. I pushed her right leg up and straddled her left as I lined up for entry. I picked up the lubricant and renewed the coating on my cock before slowly splitting her lips. I could feel every ripple of her flesh as I slowly invaded her welcoming pussy. The position made her a little tighter and I knew I wouldn't last long in this, my favorite position.

Once in, I settled into my stance. I cradled her right leg in my arm and allowed my left hand to roam her body for a few moments, enjoying the view and the sensation. But I had little patience left. I needed release. Having already come once I had a generous buffer of endurance that sometimes made it downright difficult to orgasm again, but the long, gentle build up had taken care of that. I knew it wouldn't take much.

I started slowly, pulling out to the head and then sliding back in just as slow, then pressing hard at the end to fully embed my cock in her depths. Karen pulled a pillow under her head and relaxed, closing her eyes and enjoying the ride. Again I pulled out and pushed back in deeply. Gradually I quickened my pace but still came out almost all the way before diving back in hard.

Pressure started to build as the pace increased. My world contracted and focused, gathering all feeling and thought into a tight knot in my belly. Faster and faster, balls-deep into Karen's pussy, I fucked her wildly as the orgasm growled through my body. Teeth clenched, knuckles white around her ankle, I thrust again and again as my seed flowed out of my convulsing cock. I threw my head back in a silent howl while pushing her further up the bed with my rollicking pelvis. Again and again I shoved my cock into her as the intense physical need ruled my body.

As my orgasm subsided I felt the rush of lethargy, but I fought it. I eased Karen's leg down to the bed and she rolled over on her front. I kept my dick inside her and continued to fuck her slowly, watching as my jism dribbled out of her pussy. I wanted to keep going but the effect of two orgasms weighed on me like a ton of bricks. Reluctantly, I pulled out with a wet pop and dropped down next to her on the bed. She snuggled in close and threw an arm over my heaving chest.

"So how often can I get away with this?" she asked.

"With what?"

"Paying you in sex to fix up my house."

"Oh. I don't know. Depends on what you want me to do, I guess."

"I have a couple of light bulbs I need replaced...."

"That'll cost you."

"Goodie!" She snuggled in closer and we slept in each other's arms for a while, regaining our strength for the evening to come.



Another Night at the Hardwood Club



We decide to try "The Club" again. We excitedly jump in the shower to prepare for our night out. I start by soaping up your body. Massaging as I go, to removed all the tension from the previous week. I scrub you down well, paying particular attention to your fun parts. A tingle runs up your spine as my fingers trace across the outside of your pussy lips to be replaced by the showerhead spray. I adjust the pattern so that it is a soft pulsing spray. I work my way up to your breast and work the spray around your breast to ensure the soap is all gone. As I move the spray around my tongue performs a taste test. Yes, I whisper, there is no more soap here. I run the spray down across your body turning the pressure up to increase the vibrations on your skin. My tongue wonders over to complete the soap test on your right breast. I run my tongue around and around slowly making smaller circles. Every so slowly my tongue just glances across the tip of your nipple and you give a little jump.

You enjoy the feeling of your body responding to my touch. I lightly suck in your ever-growing nipple. It can get so hard sometimes that it amazes me. You lean back enjoying the feeling of the pulsating waters across your skin and the attention your breast are receiving. My tongue starts wandering downward from your breast towards your trimmed pussy. My tongue traces an outline around your short trimmed hairs as the water jets massage your ass cheeks. I love the look of your pussy closely trimmed. I enjoy the sight of seeing your lips swollen with desire and your honey just coating the outer lips before I have even touched them. Your clitoris commands your legs to spread open wanting the touch, needing to be touched, now. My tongue reverses directions and heads back up towards your breast. You sigh disappointedly as you cunt yearns to be touched. But the sigh turns to relief as you feel the warm gentle water pulsate over your lips and circle around your erect clit. 

The feeling as the water plays across your clit is familiar as you think back to the last time you used the shower head for some relief. I was on a trip and it was just days before the monthly visit was due and you were so fucking horny. Even the two times you fingered your clit that day did not satisfy your urges. But the feeling of the water was somehow different. Something you couldn't totally control like your fingers. The variations in pressure, speed and duration caused you to have such a strong orgasm that you had to sit down for fear of falling over. That time was great, but now, the added pleasures of having someone caress your breast and nipples were even better. You feel the orgasm building quickly and try to push me away but I forcefully prevent your hand from moving mine away. You squirm saying that you want to feel my cock in your twat as you cum. I say No, not this time, as I continue the water jet onslaught of your erect clit. You persist in wanting to feel my cock and I have to push a little harder to prevent you from stopping me. 

I finally stand up trapping one of your arms between the wall, while pulling your other one over your head and me. You try to push your legs together but I spread them apart far enough with my legs so that the shower spray is still working its magic on your clit. You say Stop, I don't want to cum yet! I stop your protests by kissing you deeply. My tongue probes the back of yours as the water spray pulses on. You still struggle a little and I grab your hair and pull your head back whispering, Stop fighting and just enjoy it. You start to get upset when your mind is betrayed by your sexual desires. You feel the heat building inside you. The feeling is coming on strong and you cannot stop it even though your mind insists on no. The first wave hits you and your legs spread wide wishing there was also pressure inside your vagina. The convulsion clamps your cunt so tight that you feel an even hotter liquid run down your legs. Your hot sweet nectar is being pushed out and running down your legs as you scream and grab onto me so that you do not fall. The waves keep cumming as the water keeps changing its touch ever so slightly. I reach over and suck on your wet erect nipples. The strength of each wave finally starts to subside. 

I dry you off with a towel, making sure to dry all the nooks and grannies of your body. I help you into some virginal white cotton panties, running my hands up your smooth legs. I trace the outline of your lips lightly thru the thin material and smile seeing your wetness has already started to soak them. I help you on with your new push up bra. You really like it as they stand up and out saying, Suck me. I slide your hot red skirt up and over your great ass. Your blouse is a nice tight silk that accentuates your up thrust breast. I grab you from behind and firmly squeeze your breast and pull you back on too me, grinding my crotch into your ass. You moan lightly as my hands slide down to your hips and pull you into me. All too soon I stop and say, Let's go to "The club"! 

We arrive at the "The Club" and as I open your door to help you out I notice your panties are damp as you part your legs to get out. My cock is throbbing at the thought of the night to come. We walk in and the eyes are watching your ass in the tight skirt. We walk around from room to room. You lock onto the room that has a woman in the special chair that allows her to be serviced by four guys. I pull you onto the dance floor and we start boogie woogien. We dance enjoying the music and thumping of the sound system. It turns me on watching you move on the floor. You are enjoying the dancing and teasing me. You alternate between grinding against me and flipping around so that your skirt bounces up revealing quick flashes of your white panties. We decide to take a break and head over to get some drinks. I walk behind you like we do, my cock to your ass. My hands are wandering all over your body. You push my hands away not wanting to do anything on the dance floor, but your ass gives me a little push backward. We sit at the bar and talk for a while. You tease me by spreading your legs just enough to give me a peek at your wet panties. I run my hand across your back and you say No, don't unhook my bra. I give you a mischievous smile and pretend I do not know what you are talking about. This goes on for a little while until I cannot stand it anymore and suggest we go find someplace to fuck. 

You pretend to shy away and be shocked by my language. I cannot stand it anymore and stand up trying to pull you along to one of the special rooms. You resist and I say you have no choice. If you don't come with me now I will bend you over the table right here and fuck you. You say no. I spin you around on the bar stool and grab you, grinding into you. My cock is hard and throbbing, wanting to feel your wetness and heat. My hips start humping you slowly, I try to kiss you but you turn your head away. I grab a handful of hair and pull your head backwards forcing you to kiss me. My free hand runs up your skirt tugging at your panties. A finger slides under the material and into your steaming cunt. I massage the inside of you then pull my finger out. It is dripping with your juices. I then bring my hand up and slide the finger into our mouths as we are kissing, so that we both can taste your honey. You moan no, but you don't stop running your tongue around my finger and mouth. 

I tell you to stop saying no or you will have to pay. Your legs spread a little bit allowing my cock to rub against your swollen lips. I feel your tongue probing the back of my throat. My hand once again wanders down and around your bra strap, threatening to unleash your breast. You shake your head don't do that. That is the last straw, I whisper to you. Now you must pay the price for teasing me. I grab your ass and pick you up and carry you over to the table in the corner. I place you down of it. It is just the right height to take you. You squirm saying, I'm sorry, let's go to one of the rooms now, but I say no, you're too late. I grab a hand full of hair and force you to lay back. 

This and the short skirt cause you to expose yourself to anyone that cares to look. You try to close your legs but I spread them apart with my legs and my free hand runs over your soaked panties, pausing to tweak your clit through the material. A moan escapes your lips as you plead with me to let you up. I ignore your pleas as my hand works its magic on your twat, lightly running over your mound, shielded under the cotton. You thrust your hips up as my hand crosses your clit trying to get more attention to your aching pussy. I tease/work you up like this for a few minutes. You again ask to be let up, but I refuse. Your nipples are hard and sticking thru your bra and blouse. I run my hand up and over them squeezing them firmly as I fuck you thru my pants and your soaked panties. You moan as your hips respond by trying to fuck me and you wrap your legs around me pulling me inward. I start to rub your clit lightly thru the material and your excitement is evident by your movements and breathing. You are slowly moving your head back and forth with your eyes closed, trying to forget where we are and enjoying the moment. 

My hand moves on just as you start feeling an orgasm building. You open your eyes saying don't stop and notice that a small crowd of men has surrounded us. You're startled and ask me to stop but I say you should have listened before. You have no say so now. My hand finds the zipper on the side of your skirt and slides it down. You shake your head no, but I start pulling it off. You start fighting harder and I ask the guys for help. A different guy grabs your arms and legs. Another still holds your head still. You are fighting still, but the skirt does come off. I stroke your clit through your soaked panties and you moan loudly. I start unbuttoning your blouse and you say no don't please. I ignore your pleas and finish, pulling it off of you when all the buttons are undone. 

You look uncertain as I enjoy the view of you in your bra and panties being held down by 5 guys. I start running my hands over your body, starting at your neck. Lightly touching, massaging as my fingers find there way down to your breast. I step forward a little and slowly start rubbing my cock up and down your panties. They are transparent because they are so very wet. The smell of your sex is intoxicating as it surrounds us all. My hands run around behind, finding your bra strap and releasing it. I slowly pull it off showing your breast to all. I feel your hips start fucking my harder and I step away so that you cannot cum. At least not yet, I think too myself. 

My hands squeeze and pull and twist your tits, feeling your hard nipples through my fingertips. You moan, Fuck me, fuck me now! I tell you that you do not have any say so right now. I make the decisions. My hands start running down your body as you still squirm against all the "tie downs". I slide my hands just under the material and follow it around. My thumb reaches out and just glances across your erect clit. You gasp as all the guys place their free hands on your body and start kneading and massaging you all over. The feeling of all those different hands running all over you brings you closer to your orgasm and you want it all the way. You moan louder and louder, saying how good it feels, don't stop anything; fuck me, cum on me. I run a finger under the inside of the panties and just ever so lightly brush across your lips. Your moans are so very loud and hungry sounding. I cannot hold back any longer and grab the panties in both hands and rip them apart. I pull them up so that the material presses in between your lips. The panties are finally ripped in half and as I pull them away two guys ask if they can have them. I give them each a half and the immediately take them to their mouths, sucking and licking in your sweet honey. 

I almost blow my wad right there looking down to see your hot swollen cunt. Your lips are bright red with desire and your wetness is flowing heavily. I drop my pants and with one movement, bury my rock hard cock in your cunt. The heat and tightness is the best feeling in the world. Just as my balls are pressed against your ass, you start bucking. Your orgasm comes on quickly. The site of seeing all these guys right here just looking at you with lust, feeling all the hands on your body moving and touching every inch of you and the hard cock in your pussy is too much and you start cumming. Your cunt is so wet that every time my cock slides in, your honey flows out coating my balls and running down your ass. My hips are thrusting hard taking my cock almost out of your hot tunnel then slamming back in until my balls slap your ass. You cum hard and what seems like forever. I am still fucking you with full strokes. My hands grab your legs and pull them forward, rocking your ass up in the air a little. I pull out and put the head against your ass. Before you can say no, I firmly push it in all the way filling your ass now with my rock hard cock. This brings you quickly to the verge of another orgasm. You cannot believe how sluttish I am making you feel, with all these different guys touching you everywhere and now being fucked in the ass with everyone watching. This orgasm builds and builds and builds. You enjoy the feeling of being fucked in the ass and having my balls slapping against you. 

You feel something hot and wet hit your breast and you notice that some of the guys are jerking off and the first one is now shooting his hot sticky cum across your chest. This causes you to forget any thoughts of being quiet. You start screaming Fuck me! Shoot your cum in my ass! Your body is responding to my fucking so much I begin to worry about the table breaking. Feeling you cum takes me over the edge. I grab your hips and pull myself deeply into your ass, pumping my hot load of cum deep into your ass. You turn your head and tell the guy there to fuck your mouth. He quickly moves his cock into your mouth. You suck him in deeply and he grunts and starts shooting his load in your mouth. All the other guys shoot their loads all over you body. They rub their cum all over your breast. 

This goes on for what seems like forever. Finally we slow down and stop. Somebody grabs a towel and starts wiping you off. I pull out and wipe off. You just lay on the table breathing in gasps, trying to get your breath back so that you can get up. I look around and bring you your skirt and blouse. Your bra and panties are nowhere to be seen. I dress you and when you stand up you have to lean on me, as your legs are wobbly. I walk/carry you out to the car. Once we get home I start a hot shower for you and soap you down for a second time today. You are exhausted and just let me do whatever. I finish and have a hard time toweling you dry as you want only to lay down in bed, which we due finally after a few minutes. We stumble into bed and spoon just before we fall to sleep. I love the feeling of my cock on your ass as I drift off to sleep...z z z ...